In the second dining hall, every time you go to Shen, you will light up several bright corner lamps, which will illuminate the corners of the yellow trance.

There are several square tables with red lacquer tunics and round legs and square four-legged stools in the hall, and one can seat up to a dozen people for dinner.

A few tables and armchairs were reserved for the senior and senior officials, and the meals were served hot by the cook, and they were only needed to sit and eat.

The inmates need to take the bamboo tray to get it, and the cooks and cooks set up a few heavy large iron pots in front of them, and the flames are red and licking the bottom, and the pot is hot, and the smoke and water vapor of the vegetables are filled with this humid spring rainy evening.

The rough hand took a copper tray, a bowl of rice, two or three dishes, and a bowl of soup, and finally put a pair of chopsticks on the tray, and heard the "clatter" collision crisp sound, you can take it to find a vacant seat at will, sit down and eat quietly.

Although the school rules are strict, it is forbidden to talk to each other while eating, but if you speak lightly, the overseer will turn a blind eye and be accommodating.

Shunyu Fu Heng Zhai was far away, and the meeting was delayed, and when he arrived panting, the second hall was already full.

Fu Heng is very popular, Shun Yu is holding a tray, still looking for where to sit in a daze, and a table in the southwest corner has been waved at them, signaling them to go over.

The two of them sat down at the table and thanked each other with fists.

In addition to the bowl full of sharp japonica rice, a plate of eight-treasure tofu, a plate of dried bamboo shoots and simmered pork, a plate of fried green scoop vegetables, and a bowl of hot and sour soup.

She didn't feel hungry, but when she looked at it, she aroused a little appetite, took a chopstick and tasted the dried bamboo shoots, her mouth was full of pickled fragrance, and she scooped a spoonful of soup, which was sour and spicy, which was really appetizing.

"Aren't you hungry and won't come?" Fu Heng saw that she was eating with relish, and chuckled: "But it turned out that I was afraid of walking and wanted to be lazy." ”

Before she could speak, she heard a sigh coming, with infinite melancholy: "This newly enrolled teenager doesn't know what it's like to be sad, and you will see him again in ten days and a half months." ”

Shun Yu looked at it, nodded and recognized it for the first time, and Wang Gui, a prisoner who was also studying in Guangye Hall, looked like he couldn't swallow at this time, carrying chopsticks and chopsticks in the meal, but he couldn't lift them to his mouth.

"He is worried about tomorrow's endorsement, the "Great Message" can't be memorized smoothly, and he is waiting to be beaten tomorrow, Liu Xuezheng is notoriously strict."

It was Wu Yong who threw himself into the well, a fasting house with Wang Gui, thin as a monkey, as hungry all the time, eating clean in the morning from his own bowls, and still playing the ideas of others, grabbing a chopstick in this plate, stealing a spoonful in that bowl, and smiling and smiling scoundrels.

I can't wait for Wang Gui to be depressed and have no intention of eating, so that he can divide his untouched meal and divide half a plate to wrap his belly.

Shun Yu was full, he had to sweep around secretly, most of the scholars were still raw, Song Mu and Wu Pu were not there, but they looked at the pawn Li Qingtian was a chopsticks in his left hand, and the classic Fang Song asked the cook to ask for a plate of bad goose paws, and there were few of them, he cherished what he ate, and a few wines fell into his stomach, which was originally a round and chubby face, and it became more and more red.

Du Yan sat beside him, frowning, as if he was disgusted with the smell of wine, moved his mouth and reprimanded a few words, stood up with a cold face and shook his sleeves and left.

Fang Song didn't get annoyed but laughed, and raised the wine bowl to send him.

I looked for Zhang Buyan again, I don't know where to sit, or I have finished eating and leaving, my eyes just fell on a couple not far away, the little woman was dressed in a linen skirt, and her hair bun was only inserted with a silver hairpin carved with roses, and she only soaked a bowl of rice in soup, and picked up a scoop of vegetables to eat, even if she went to sandwich meat dishes, she was also picked into her husband's bowl. And her husband is taking care of himself and chewing vegetables, eating loudly.

Shun Yu looked at it, pulled Fu Heng's sleeves, and asked in a low voice who the couple was.

Fu Heng looked in the direction she pointed, and said with envy: "The prisoner's name is Hao Tianlu, the word is noble, Ming March Spring and I will take the imperial examination, he is a talented learner, and he is appreciated by Lord Song, praising him for his profound scriptures, halal and elegant craftsmanship, and he is a popular candidate for Jinshi and Di." After a pause, he said softly: "Look at his lady's hand ......!" ”

Shun Yu didn't know it, but when he saw it, his heart suddenly tightened, the five fingers of his hands were swollen, and the curled chopsticks were even thicker, there were fine cracks and chilblains, and the little woman frowned.

In the previous life in the prince's mansion, a female corpse with a blurred face was salvaged from the well, Shun Yu hid behind the rocks, staring intently at the rough servants carrying the female corpse onto the cart, covering it with a white cloth, to transport it out of the house through the small door, they walked very fast, they would be bumpy, and they saw an arm quietly hanging down the edge of the cart, and the little woman's hand, the same color was blue and white.

"The prison here has free room and board, but the family members have to collect the accommodation money." Fu Heng saw that Shun Yu was silent, and said in a low voice: "Brother Yu's family is poor, and his wife found an errand under Du Yan to wash and sew clothes for the prisoners here, so that the food and lodging fees can be waived, and some silver can be issued every month for your brother to buy some cultural relics such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." It's been four years in a flash, day and night, and it's really virtuous and virtuous. ”

Shun Yu remembered a mysterious case he had heard in his previous life, Hao Tianlu, the prefect of Jinzhou, loved beauty, and there were groups of wives and concubines in the back house, and the eldest lady repeatedly dissuaded him, so he held a grudge and threw down a letter of resignation.

The lady was nowhere to be found, whether she was dead or alive was not known, and the officials investigated thoroughly for several days, but finally could not convict Hao Tianlu, and was only demoted to a middle-level official.

..........

"Brother Yangming!" A short greeting, and the tone was very Sven: "I saw you look at me a few times, is there anything wrong?" ”

I don't know when, Hao Tianlu approached him, laughed and talked with Fu Heng, and the little woman followed behind him with gentle eyebrows, hiding her hand in her sleeve.

Fu Heng hurriedly said that he had nothing to do, and pulled Shun Yu over to introduce them to each other.

Hao Tianlu was polite first, and when he heard that the newly enrolled students were only in Guangye Hall, his expression was very light.

Hastily perfunctory two sentences, that is, he stroked his sleeves and left, the little woman showed a hint of apology on her face, and made a dignified blessing salute, and then followed closely with small steps.

Shun Yu silently went out of the dining hall, looked up at the spring rain like silk, and sewed a rain curtain horizontally and densely.

Fu Heng asked her to wait under the porch, don't leave anywhere, he went to the Jiazi Zhai room to find a familiar classmate, and borrowed two green silk oil umbrellas.

Clouds floated, the sky was gloomy, and the tracks were gradually sparse, Fang Song passed in front of her, and one stumbled and almost collided with the two.

His face was flushed, he muttered two words, waved his hand and said nothing, his steps were deep and shallow, and he was indeed drunk, and the strong smell of wine was hidden in the rain, but it seemed to linger in her snort.