() In order to treat his wife, of course Zhou Ming wanted to earn more money, but he only thought that Lu Yun would write an article for others, although he couldn't talk about it, but he didn't think about it anywhere else.

And Lu Yun, turning his head, took the article and found Guan Dong, who didn't study much in the school and liked to take shortcuts in everything. For him, Guan Dong is much easier to fool than others.

That Guan Dong was really moved, and spent a hundred taels to buy the test questions, betting that he would be able to win the spring test in one fell swoop. Even if something happens, isn't there still a government office to carry on the inheritance? He didn't bother to polish his pen again, and copying and copying would naturally be discovered by Bai Zhou.

After Zhao Qingmiao finished listening, she was silent with her arms folded, and her face became more and more ugly. frowned and said sharply: "If you do something wrong, you will always leave traces, and I can't complain that the government wants to arrest you." ”

Lu Yun's face turned blue and white at the moment, and the cold sweat on his head began to flow down his neck. Holding his hands up, his forehead was as close to the ground as possible, and his tone withered with a hint of hope: "Second Miss, I know that I don't ask for forgiveness, but I really don't want to go to prison!" I can't stay here for long, and I can't implicate the Zhao Mansion. Can you save me again for the sake of acquaintance? ”

"You're already pulling me into troubled waters. I helped you, how could the Zhao Mansion not be implicated in this case? ”

Zhao Qingmiao's tone became cold, and he didn't see that this person was full of scheming before, if he didn't want to get involved, why hide in the shop. She was angry, her eyelashes flickered, and suddenly, she thought of the scene when she first met Lu Yun in her mind.

It's not so profound as if it's profound. It's just that it happened to be a spring rain at that time, and it was a warm and cold day. Under the stone arch bridge, a down-and-out teenager squatted to hide from the rain, trembling and holding a small wild cat. The cat stretched out the tip of the lotus tongue and licked Lu Yun's palm and licked the rain clean. The boy was quiet and smiled secretly, which was very beautiful.

Zhao Qingmiao crossed the bridge with an umbrella on the way home, only glanced down unintentionally, and was faintly moved by compassion when he saw the picture. Probably she was really young at that time, and if she had been sleek now, she probably wouldn't have that nosy feeling.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, she let out a leisurely breath, and asked with a wave of eyes: "You are desperate, expecting me to send you out of the city?" ”

Lu Yun listened to her preface and didn't plan to help, his heart was already cold, and at this moment, his tone changed, and he faintly said a little tentatively: "Miss, I, of course I can't bother you, I just hope to send me to the dock, find a merchant ship to hide, and wait for the ship to leave the ferry and go wherever it ......goes."

Zhao Qingmiao leaned over the case, stared at him indifferently, and said, "What if I don't help?" ”

Lu Yun's fingers clenched into fists, as if something was blocked in his throat and he couldn't open his throat, and the thought that had been bred in his heart over the years drifted farther and farther away. For a moment, a strange smile broke into the corner of his mouth.

"Miss, I never wanted to hurt you, but I want to save my life, don't I? Then I can only be wronged Miss and accompany me to the ferry. ”

After speaking, he got up abruptly and approached the front of the desk in three or two steps, and a dagger was already exposed in his sleeve.

Zhao Qingmiao had expected it, and there was no surprise on his face. stared coldly at the sharpness that was against his waist, and said in a colder tone: "This is you threatening me, if I am caught by the government, I will be right." Let's take a trip. ”

Sure enough, Lu Yun at this moment is different from the simple boy in his memory.