Cui Lingwei left, and one morning, she left the Wei Mansion.

This time she did not ride a horse, and when she was about to get into the carriage, she looked back, but did not see the person she wanted to see.

The wheels rolled forward, heading north.

Out of Gusu City, Cui Lingwei in the carriage unfolded the roll of white paper, and on the paper was a seven-character quatrain.

"It is difficult to say goodbye to Mo Dao Qiujiang, and the boat will be Chang'an tomorrow.

Wu Ji danced slowly and stayed drunk, and the green maple was white and cold at will. ”

This is a farewell poem given to her by Wei Jue.

After Cui Lingwei read it quietly, she lifted the curtain and looked back.

In front of her, there were only the high walls.

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Guanqian Street, still in that place, Uncle Yang's tea shop has been cleaned up and has become brand new.

Wei Jue knew that Cui Lingwei was leaving today, but he didn't send it.

Seeing each other at the time of parting will only add sadness, he doesn't want to do this, just let Luzhu send the poem to the past, so as to send each other thoughts.

There is one more person in the tea shop today, and that is the little lady named Que'er.

The matter of forced marriage is over, but the pillar has not yet been released, and the government still has to go through the procedure. Yang San returned to Yangjia Village, waiting to pick up the pillar and get out of prison, but Qi'er and Yang San's aunt stayed, they were still a little worried in the end.

On that day, the sergeant who was with Wei Jue, Fifth Uncle Yang saw it in his heart and naturally asked.

Wei Jue explained that he had asked for a young playmate.

Uncle Yang was skeptical of this answer, but he didn't ask any more.

As time passed, the weather in Gusu became hotter and hotter, and there were no raindrops for a long time, and there were more and more victims in the city.

From the idle chats in the market, Wei Jue knew that Jiangbei was thousands of miles away this year, and many families had no harvest.

The situation in Jiangdong is much better than that in Jiangbei, in the end, the water and soil here support people, so these people who have suffered disasters have gone south to beg for food, and more and more people have poured into this Gusu city.

Today, the dilapidated houses and abandoned temples in the city have long been filled with victims from Jiangbei.

But the food they begged for was not enough to satisfy their stomachs, so in desperation, these people had to sell their children to beg.

Such a tragedy in the world, Wei Jue saw it in his eyes and listened to it in his heart, but he did something else.

One afternoon, something big happened in Gusu City.

Some time ago, the victims of the disaster in the city made trouble, and in order to survive, they robbed the rice shops in the city.

Such a thing, at such a juncture, the government moved a heavy sentence.

The victims who took the lead in making trouble, after parading through the streets, pushed them to the entrance of the city and beheaded them.

More than a dozen human heads rolled to the ground at the same time, and the land on Guanqian Street was suddenly stained red with blood.

In the crowd watching the execution, Wei Jue watched intently, this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

Finch was frightened and turned to hug him tightly.

Before the execution, these people did not say a word, and Wei Jue knew that these people had the heart to die.

The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?

In his heart, he couldn't help but think of such a sentence.

In the evening, Wei Jue returned to the Wei Mansion, but in the room, he was still in a trance.

The scene of today's execution has been echoing in his mind, so much so that he didn't hear Lu Zhu talking to him.

"San Lang, San Lang?"

Lu Zhu shouted a few times, and Wei Jue came back to his senses.

He looked at the green bamboo and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

"Lang Jun is still waiting for you, you better go quickly."

Lu Zhu's urging made Wei Jue wake up and turn around.

Wei Chengmou just let people pass the word, he wants to see his son.

Realizing that he had just lost his mind, Wei Jue didn't dare to delay any longer, this was the first time he was going to see his father.

After changing the half-arm shirt, he walked quickly to Wei Chengmou's study.

But he came in a hurry, but he couldn't see Wei Chengmou immediately, and the housekeeper of the Wei Mansion, the seventh uncle, stopped him at the door.

"San Lang, wait." Uncle Seven smiled and had a very good attitude, "Just now the people in the public gate sent an official letter, and Lang Jun is watching in the room, San Lang and wait." ”

Hearing this explanation, Wei Jue stopped and waited patiently outside.

Seeing this, Uncle Seven asked someone to send a chair.

This was his kindness, and Wei Jue accepted it.

After waiting like this, after a long time, the two people outside the door finally heard Wei Chengmou's voice coming from the study: "San Lang, are you here?" ”

As soon as Wei Chengmou's words fell, the seventh uncle replied through the wooden door: "It's early, Lang Jun, let him in?" ”

"Well, let him in."

After Wei Chengmou gave the order, the seventh uncle opened the door and let Wei Jue into the study.

In the study, Wei Chengmou was standing there, and the two maids were taking off his civilian clothes for him.

Next to him, another maid was holding a set of official uniforms, and it seemed that they were changing clothes for Wei Chengmou.

This is the first time Wei Jue has seen his current father, and he feels very strange.

"San Lang, where have you been today?"

Taking advantage of the time to change clothes, Wei Chengmou asked while looking at his child.

He couldn't remember the last time they had met, only vaguely for a long time.

Wei Jue's current age, if he hasn't seen him for a while, it's very different, Wei Chengmou doesn't know his own San Lang anymore.

Wei Jue couldn't answer this cheap father's question, so he had to deal with it in silence.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Chengmou was not annoyed, and said: "Your mother punished you for your own good, you have to remember that you don't provoke right and wrong in the future." ”

This father's sudden words made Wei Jue stunned.

After a few moments, he woke up and replied, "Yes, father, I wrote it down." ”

"Well, that's good." Wei Chengmou nodded, and continued, "Speaking of which, you have also made some progress in these days. I've consulted with your mother, and the rest of the month will be the same as usual. As for the school......"

When Wei Chengmou said this, he thought for a moment before he said again: "I will arrange it for my father for you in the future, but you still have to hurry up in your studies, and don't fall behind others." ”

In the face of this sudden good thing, Wei Jue was a little unsure of what he meant.

But he didn't ask much, but admitted: "Yes, father, I will try." ”

The words of the father and son are mostly clichés, and it seems that neither of them has much affection in them.

After changing into official uniforms, Wei Chengmou waved his hand and let the maids retreat.

"One more thing." Looking at the son who was standing respectfully, Wei Chengmou said again, "In a while, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival." When the time comes, you and Erlang will go with me and your mother to visit Xiao Tingshi. ”

When Wei Jue heard this, he felt very strange.

Who is Xiao Tingshi, although he doesn't know him, but Tingshi is the governor of a state, that is, his father's Shangguan, and he knows this.

Now I can hear that this cheap father wants to take himself to meet such an important person on such a critical day as Mid-Autumn Night, how can he not think about it.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't refuse this matter, so he nodded and agreed.

When Wei Chengmou saw it, he nodded and let Wei Jue retreat.

After that, he himself quickly left the Wei Mansion.