I don't know when the rain outside the house stopped.

It's a bit cold.

The kang was burning warm, the quilt exuded a fresh smell of cotton, and a pair of plain hands flushed the hot water in the pot into the teacup. Suddenly, the fresh fragrance of green tea spread in the room.

Wu Jie lay lazily on the bed and watched the moth busy before and after, and suddenly there was an indescribable tranquility in his heart. He'd been awake for a while, but he still didn't want to get out of bed.

Moth walked to the head of the bed again, tucked the quilt under him, and took a pillow to cushion under Wu Jie's head.

When he came back last night, his body was dirty and smelly, his face was full of smoke and dust, and his cheekbones were so thin that his cheekbones were visible.

When the moth saw it, she was so distressed that she burst into tears. As for how Childe did in the exam, he didn't dare to ask, for fear of asking something bad.

After Mozi put the pillow on it, he took another sip of tea and fed it to Wu Jie, and then asked in a low voice: "Childe slept well, are you going to get up?" ”

The warm tea poured into his stomach, Wu Jie only felt that he was full of energy, and responded in a daze: "I'm tired, let's sleep for a while." It suddenly got cold these days, and the exam room was wet and cold, and I hadn't slept at all. Autumn and autumn, I think it's just winter, and next year's spring is probably not comfortable. ”

When Mozi heard him say this, his heart hurt even more: "It's almost snowing, so naturally it's going to be cold." ”

Wu Jie was a little surprised, and suddenly remembered that although it was now the middle of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, it could be converted into the Gregorian calendar of later generations, and it was already the end of October. Winter in the north comes early and gets cold quickly, and there should be light snow in half a month. In a blink of an eye, it's been almost a year since the Ming Dynasty, and it's been so fast!

Looking at the moth again, a shallot-colored jacket was also added to her body, matching her slender body and fair skin, which had a beautiful charm.

When this man woke up in the morning, he was half asleep and half awake, and he didn't have so many worries. Suddenly, I felt a cloud of heat in my lower abdomen, so I dared to reach out and hug her waist.

Mozi's eyes widened, and he pushed Wu Jie's hand away: "Don't make trouble, there are guests coming, son, you better get up quickly, don't let people wait." ”

"Someone is visiting, who will it be, is it a classmate in the school, or is it the same year as the current township exam?" Wu Jie asked.

But after thinking about it, he immediately rejected the idea. Let's talk about the classmates in the school, I and them are usually gentlemen's friends, and they don't have any contact in private. I only have a good relationship with the dead fat man, but unfortunately Lu Chang burned badly, looking at his appearance, with the medical level of the Ming Dynasty, it is estimated that he will lie in bed for half a month.

This fat boy looks easy-going, but in fact he is a strong-willed man. I was sick like that, and I still stayed in the examination room for three days, and this strength alone is very admirable.

As for the other same years, there are still a few days to wait for the list to be released. If everyone is on the list, it can be regarded as the same year, and it is possible to visit each other with gifts to pull relationships or something.

This is the first day after the exam, why did someone come?

Seeing Wu Jie asking, Mozi said, "Is that Lao Huang coming to look for you?" ”

Wu Jie's head was still a little confused: "Which old Huang?" ”

Mozi smiled and fed Wu Jie another sip of hot tea: "Which one will it be, it is the Taoist temple you went to before the exam, hey, hey, itchy, don't make trouble......" It turned out that Wu Jie put his hand on his waist while she was talking.

The moth didn't resist, but his face turned slightly red. Rarely a little shy: "Lao Huang is still waiting in the study, and Uncle Lian is talking to him there." ”

"Ah, Huang Jin, this haunting ghost." Wu Jie immediately came to his senses and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Huang Jin will not come here for no reason, there must be other reasons. Let an inner minister wait in the study, while he sleeps soundly in the bedroom, and it spreads, and I don't know how many people will be scared to death.

By the way, could it be that the emperor wants to pass on himself to Xiyuan to do things?

It's not a good delay.

He hurriedly jumped down from the bed and shouted, "Moth, get the washing water and towel quickly." ”

After finishing grooming, as soon as he walked out of the bedroom, a cold wind hit him, making Wu Jie sneeze.

The white swayed in front of me, and when I looked closely, there was already a thin white snow on the ground, and the snow in the shape of willow flocculent fluttered in the wind in the air.

It's finally snowing.

A deep low shout sounded: "You and I are both first-class players, masters fight, and one move will judge life and death." Lao Huang, do you really want to do it? ”

Huang Jin's sharp duck voice came: "Lao Lian, it is rare to see Daomen kung fu like you, and the little old man is very itchy." If you don't come up with a full copy of the thing, how can you enjoy it? Don't worry, it doesn't seem like you have been learning this set of boxing techniques for long, and you can't hurt me, even if you use all your strength. ”

Wu Jie looked up, but it turned out to be Huang Jin and Lian Laosan standing in the courtyard, you look at me, I look at you, they are all slightly arched, secretly accumulating.

And even the third daughter hid in the house worriedly, only poking half of her face out from behind the door.

Both of them have a strong momentum on their bodies, and when they go there, they stop at Yue Zhi, and they have the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"Okay, then you're welcome." Even the third child was not polite, and as soon as he turned his feet, he stepped on a mysterious step, and slowly circled around Huang Jin.

"Why did you start fighting, Lao Huang, what are you doing here?" Wu Jie is funny, this is how the third child accompanies the guests, and he actually fights with others.

"Something, hey!" Huang Jin's body flashed, and he wiped it off Lian Laosan's temple with a punch.

It turned out that Huang Jin turned around to talk to Wu Jie, and even the third child suddenly made a move. But after all this Huang Jin expected, he immediately flashed to the side, and his right hand was drawn out like a whip, exploding in the air with a crisp sound.

This sound was crisp and loud, which showed how much power it contained. If you are hit in the temple, let alone a person, not even a cow will survive.

"Good!" Even the third child didn't dodge, a high probe horse, and then a diagonal flying style, which was exactly the way of Chen's Taijiquan, and immediately unloaded Huang Jin's fist to the side, and then sent it again.

Huang Jin only felt that his punch had fallen into the air, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable all over his body, and the next plate was also unstable, so he spun to the side, and lifted a bamboo pole leaning against the wall, "Whew!" With a shake, he stabbed at Lian Laosan.

He shouted: "It's such a powerful internal kung fu, try my Yang family gun, which is also the method of the inner family." ”

This shot came very strongly, only to see that the sky was full of gun shadows, forming one after another large and small circles, quite a bit of Tai Chi gave birth to two instruments, two instruments gave birth to gossip, and the artistic conception of endless life.

This set of marksmanship has some origins, passed on from Yang Miaozhen, a master of marksmanship in the early Yuan Dynasty, and there are several versions in the world, and there are also many good players who rely on this set of marksmanship to fight all over the world. Among them, Qi Jiguang is the most famous. The so-called: Qi in Qi Long and Yu Hu is Qi Jiguang, who knows the Yang family gun; As for Yu Hu, it refers to the master of Shaolin stick technique, the famous anti-Japanese general Yu Dayou.

Wu Jie has always known that even Lao San and Huang Jin are the world's first-class martial arts masters. After crossing over to the Ming Dynasty, this was the first time he saw the so-called master competition, and he suddenly found it interesting, and he didn't stop it, and watched intently, for fear of missing any picture.

It's a pity that at this time, the moth broke off his drink, lifted the broom and pumped it at the two, and scolded: "What do you two want to do, you two are fighting in our house, what kind of system is it, you want to fight out." I'm sorry to disturb Childe, I'm not done with you. It's not like words, it's not like words, it's all a handful of years, and it's the same as a three-year-old child. ”

Lian Laosan was most afraid of moths, so he immediately jumped to the side and waved his hand again and again: "Lao Huang, don't fight, Sister Moth is annoyed." ”

What kind of identity does Huang Jin have, since he was scolded by the little girl, he also felt a little embarrassed, smiled, and threw the bamboo pole aside.

Wu Jie looked funny, and laughed: "Lao Huang, I just came out of the examination room, and your old man will chase after me, but there is something important, let's go into the study and sit down and talk." ”

"There are indeed some things to find a son, and there are some important things." Listening to Wu Jie talking about business, Huang Jin's expression was dazed.

The two entered the study room, sat down, and waited for Wu Jie to wave his hand to signal the moth to withdraw, and then Huang Jincai said, "How did you do in the exam?" ”

When asked, his eyes flashed.

Wu Jie: "Generally, there are no major mistakes, as for whether you can win, I don't know." ”

When Huang Jin heard this answer, he breathed a sigh of relief: "If there is no mistake, there is no problem, so it's fine." When you are selected, you will take up a position. Find time to register at the ministry, and someone will naturally take care of it when the time comes. With an official position, it is also convenient to walk. ”

In fact, after this township test, the emperor also intended to let Lu Fengyi go to the ministry to make up for the real shortage, and with him there, everything is easy to say.

Wu Jie didn't have any interest, he was originally going to enter the Shigong and Hanlin Academy, after the middle move, even if he became an official, he would only make up for the seventh grade, which didn't mean much. However, as Huang Jin said, having an official body will make it convenient to do things in the future.

He thanked him lightly, and asked again: "Huang Gong, if you come to me today, won't you just ask how Wu Jie's exam amount is?" ”

"Two things, the first one, you have been in the examination room for more than ten days, and "The Story of Stones" has not been written for a long time, and Daojun can't wait." Speaking of Emperor Jiajing, Huang Jin raised his hand and arched towards the north: "Daojun, the old man is cold-faced, and he refuses to talk to us slaves if he has any thoughts, but he always mentions the stories in the book to the old slave without a word. No matter how dull the old slave is, he knows that the old man is reading this book. Now, no matter what, you'll have to write a few thousand words and submit it. ”

Wu Jie smiled: "It turned out that I came to ask for a debt, no, I, Wu Jie, don't owe you anything." Help others write, no matter how much, you can always get a few articles and write them for you, but there is no benefit, and the loss is big. ”

As he spoke, he spread out the paper and began to sharpen the ink.

Huang Jin thought that Wu Jie was slow, so he handed over a pencil: "Use this faster, what, lack of money, you Wu Jie is also a talker by Daojun's side now, you really want that yellow and white thing, you don't need to speak, just a look past, someone will send Jinshan Yinhai over." The old slave only has a lot of money a month, and it is a problem to support himself, where is there a pen for you. ”

Wu Jie took the pencil and wrote, and said: "Will the prime minister be short of money, the annual Bing Tan Tribute is tens of thousands of taels." Don't worry, don't ask you for money, just ask you to be alone. ”

"You're talking about Tang Fuji?" Huang Jin's expression became serious: "I'm afraid it won't work." ”

(To be continued)