Two three-legged celadon smokers burned in the main room, and the cigarettes were slowly exhaled to dispel the residual smell of alcohol, and the curtains of the doors and windows were rolled up, and the sun came through the panes, falling on the ground, walls, and paintings.

Mo Lingfeng carried the light on his back, sat in the rose chair like a little old lady, and pointed at the big plate on the square table: "This, this." ”

Mo Qianlan bowed down and stood in front of the table, looking down at the carved lacquer box, which was clustered with dried bergamot, frosted rhyme fruit, candied dates, smiling jing'er, and smiling candy.

Mo Lingfeng held the small plate, grabbed Xiaojing'er and stuffed it into her mouth, and squinted her eyes very intoxicated-she loved sweetness.

"What are you doing standing in the doorway?" Mo Qianlan put down the silver chopstick, wiped his hands, and sat down on another rose chair next to the square table, "Come in." ”

The soaked wooden box and the parchment cover, as well as the unreadable notebook, were placed haphazardly in front of the box, half of which was outside the table, precarious, as if it were not as important as the candy box.

The three men standing outside the house heard him call in, and all of them breathed a sigh of relief, lifted their feet, and cautiously crossed the threshold, and took a few steps inside.

Wu Jin stood in the middle of the three of them and waved his hand: "Late life to meet the festival envoy." ”

After saluting, he crossed his hands and hung his head deeply, waiting for Mo Qianlan to fall.

The wind was uncertain, and he got into it through his torn sleeve, but the person was quiet, and he could hear the sound of the copper kettle leaking from the east side, bit by bit, hitting the copper plate, which was the sound of the passage of time.

Cheng Ting trembled and took a step behind Wu Jin, and buzzed like a mosquito: "Uncle." ”

Qi Chang had nothing to say, shrunk behind Wu Jin, knelt on the ground, and felt that Mo Qianlan was extremely huge, and one finger could crush him into the cracks in the ground.

Mo Qianlan was angry when he was drinking, and at this time his stomach was turning over the river, and he frowned impatiently, Mo Lingfeng held up a candied date and handed it high to his mouth, he turned his head and bit it down, his eyes swept over Qi Chang first.

The dates were too sweet, he picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, lazily looked away, and looked at Cheng Ting: "Cheng San, you have been the same for decades - no, I heard that your food has risen." ”

Cheng Ting let him star, he was already sweating, at first he thought he was reminiscing about the old relationship, and then he reacted that he was ridiculing himself for being as stupid as a child, only increasing the amount of food but not his head.

"I ......"

Before "I" came out, Mo Qianlan had already put down the teacup, tapped his fingers twice on the square table, and instructed Yin Bei: "Beat him with twenty sticks, send him to his house, and inform Governor Cheng." ”

Before Cheng Ting's mouth opened, the person trembled first.

Twenty rods!

Will it die?

And tell him daddy!

Although Cheng Governor is a civil official, he has also practiced martial arts, and when he beats his son, it is no different from going into battle to kill the enemy, if he knows that Cheng Ting destroyed the book, a slap can fan Cheng Ting out of 108,000 miles.

He stammered and tried to defend himself, but the words rolled in his throat, and finally he burst into tears, which were similar to a dog's bark.

Mo Qianlan waved his hand: "Drag it out and fight." ”

Yin Bei personally stepped forward to show Cheng Ting's noble status, and carried him out, and after a while, there was a scream of pain that tore his throat under the corridor, at first it was a sonic shock to the roof tiles, gradually, the sound was like a mosquito and a fly, and finally there was no sound - Yin Bei sent someone to send him back to Cheng Mansion.

Wu Jin stood in place, his hands and feet were cold, a layer of sticky cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his mind was still blank, he didn't even know when Zhao Shiheng came in, he only felt that the more leaky dripping sound was deafening, and it sounded in his ears.

Mo Qianlan saw that Mo Lingfeng had eaten an empty plate, so she reached out to take the plate away, didn't let her eat it again, and tilted her body again, and brought the cup of tea in her hand to Mo Lingfeng's mouth, and Mo Lingfeng drank the tea with his hand.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Qi Chang, the gray insect who landed on all fours, and without Qi Chang having to speak, he had already penetrated Qi Chang's lies.

He weakly spat out two words: "Stick to death." ”

The sound of the two words echoing in Wu Jin's ears.

Wu Jin saw beads of sweat falling from his forehead, falling on the flat bluestone bricks, silently falling into eight petals, and the words of intercession rolled on the tip of his tongue, ready to come out.

He gritted his teeth and kept drinking to order himself not to act rashly, because Mo Qianlan had not yet pronounced a sentence on him, and his every move would plunge himself into a deeper quagmire, but he couldn't help but raise his head, but met Mo Qianlan's cold gaze.

seems to be laughing at him for crossing the river as a mud bodhisattva, it is difficult to protect himself, and he still has the leisure to care about others.

Qi Chang was paralyzed on the ground, his soul was scattered, and he begged for mercy with tears in his eyes, so as not to die - he was just playful, why was he going to be killed?

"Sin is not death," Zhao Shiheng opened his mouth, "also beat him with twenty rods, let him fend for himself, if his life should not be extinguished, he will be sent to Jiu Sixuan on an errand." ”

Since he opened his mouth, Mo Qianlan waved his hand very casually, and immediately someone stepped forward and picked up Qi Chang like a dead dog, and Mo Qianlan said again: "Drag it farther away, it's noisy." ”

Soon, Wu Jin was the only person left on trial in the room.

And Mo Lingfeng took another candy and ate it indifferently and enthusiastically.

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead vigorously, the wine in his heart was still churning, and he didn't ask first, but saw Wu Jin from head to foot, and from foot to head, as if he wanted to see through his internal organs and soul.

After looking at him for a long time, Mo Qianlan raised his hand and gently tapped it twice on the table, and said coldly: "You found the book?" ”

"Empty" twice, cruelly fell on the top of Wu Jin's head, Wu Jin nodded: "Yes." ”

Mo Qianlan saw that he never bent his waist, and sure enough, he was upright, and suddenly became interested, wanting to force him to abandon the whole body: "If you haven't seen the book, you will be beaten with twenty rods with the steward who made the mistake, and go home. ”

He asked softly and slowly, "Did you watch it, or did you not watch it?" ”

The sweat on Wu Jin's head fell on his eyes, he opened his eyes to see something, but everything he saw was rippling water, the shadow of the sun reflected a cloud of snow blue, and the fragrance of the house also flowed on it.

He had never lied in his life.

"Student...... "......He wanted to say that he didn't see it, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Words must be loyal, a lie will make it difficult for Zhu Pi to see the light of day, and he will need endless lies to fill in in the future.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth with great difficulty: "The student has seen it." ”

As soon as the words came out, he straightened his posture, thinking in his heart that "don't deceive yourself internally, don't deceive yourself externally", but faintly, he thought that the snow-blue color was also fueling the flames behind him, so that he couldn't deceive others.

Mo Qianlan sneered: "Since you have seen it, let's say it silently." ”

Immediately, someone moved a square table, put it in front of Wu Jin, and took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the east side, spread it out on the table, and a maid wiped her sleeves and grinded, and when the ink was good, she picked up a good pen from Bijia Mountain and offered it with both hands.

Wu Jin put pen to paper.

"How good is my sister? You can come to Beijing during the Spring Festival, so that I can see it. ”