After the students of the state school were arranged, Cheng Ting specially went to ask Cheng Taishan for instructions, got a valuable opportunity to hang accounts, and invited his classmates to have a full meal in the restaurant.

When they dispersed, it was still early, and it was rare for everyone to be so close to Wu Jin, and they stepped forward one by one and patted him on the shoulder to say goodbye.

"Wu Jin, you must come tomorrow, this is the first time you have a cultural meeting, you must beat them down."

"That's right, those people in Tunan Academy have eyes on the top of their heads, if we lose, won't they be even more arrogant."

"If we lose, not only do we have no face, but the dean also has no face, and the dean has no weight."

"It's up to you!"

When everyone left, Wu Jin's shoulders were numb.

Wu Jin replied with a smile all the time, and waited for everyone to walk away before walking to Shishi Street alone.

The day was really warm, and the wind blew from the branches into the plackets of people's clothes, and from the flowers into the cuffs of people, blowing the students' wide robes.

A group of soldiers marched through the streets and headed straight for the fort - now the soldiers were galloping back and forth, and the people of Kuanzhou were accustomed to it, and before they knew it, they were becoming part of the battlefield.

Compared with the depression after last year's locust plague, this year's shops have improved, many people have joined the army, and military families have money in their hands, and they have gone to live in the city to seek a good future for their children.

A few elm coins fell on Wu Jin's head, and when Wu Jin looked up, he saw two and a half children climbing on a tree, tucking the string of money.

He walked slowly on the street, and before he reached the corner of the street, he suddenly heard someone in the restaurant shouting: "Don't ride horses, don't wade in the water, don't listen to the wind." ”

When Wu Jin heard this, a chill jumped up his back, his scalp was numb, and when he looked up, he saw a group of people noisy and confused, and then a few people laughed a few times with bad intentions, saying that the "pearl polish is thick" is the evidence of the "beautiful" poem.

He stood in place, his face pale, his hands couldn't stop trembling slightly, and his body, which was still warm, was extremely cold.

Even though he only heard the last sentence, the rest of the sentences were extremely familiar in his mind.

"The remnants are flew, and the golden light is heavy. The black hair is covered and the beads are thick. The wind stops and the grass stands, and the fragrance grows on the back. Don't ride horses, don't wade into the water, don't listen to the wind. ”

He remembered that in the twenty-second year of Yuanzhang, on the first day of the fifth month, there was this poem, and Mo Lingfeng gave the east pearl on his head to Shi Xiu that day, so there was this sentence "The pearl is polished".

The person who stole the diary is going to borrow this poem to make a fuss—is it to him, or is it Mo Lingfeng?

A spinning top rolled at his feet, and he woke up, stooped down to pick it up, handed it to the boy who was chasing him, straightened up, and walked home almost in despair.

There was a bamboo pole in the patio, on which clothes were dried, he picked up a bench, sat aside, and stayed for a while, and had vaguely guessed in his heart that the loss of the diary was Wang Zhizhou's handwriting.

A spring festival, can not completely cut off his way, only let his private morality is dirty, Manchu knows, no one to guarantee, the prefect yamen can not release the examination ticket, he can not go to participate in the spring festival, Wang Zhizhou can rest assured.

These people want to make a fuss about him and Mo Lingfeng.

The more penetrating he became, the more chilled he became, knowing that the means were much more despicable than he thought.

After sitting like this for a long time, the sky made it dark for him to sit, and the door creaked open, and he suddenly woke up and looked up, seeing that it was Wu's mother who came back to cook first.

"Boss?" Mother Wu saw that the patio was dark and gloomy, and there was no lamp, and there was a figure sitting in the dark, she was startled, and she could barely recognize it as Wu Jin, so she hurriedly stepped forward and touched his forehead, "Uncomfortable?" ”

"A-Niang, no," Wu Jin stood up and forced a smile, "I'll go and light the lamp." ”

He went into the house, and when he came to the steps, he tripped over it and fell to the ground, and he did not feel any pain, but felt a cold air on the ground, which invaded his heart in an instant, and made his face pale.

Mother Wu hurriedly stepped forward, picked him up, and hurriedly went to light the oil lamp, and when the lamp was on, it illuminated his dead face, and at the same time pulled out a long lonely shadow on the ground.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, sat down in front of the stove to help Wu's mother light the fire, the fire jumped, a scorching heat spread to his face, he stepped back a little, but the fire was blazing, and he was in hot pursuit, trying to force him into a dark place all the time.

There was a "crackle" in the stove, and a firewood burst out a few sparks, which landed on his sleeve, and turned to ashes in an instant, and he reached out to dust it, and watched as the dust dissipated at his fingertips, and disappeared.

Wu's mother always felt that his expression was wrong, so she didn't allow him to help in the kitchen, pushed him into the house to rest, picked up the dinner, and hurriedly went to call Wu Yi and Wu's father back to eat, while she wiped her hands and went out of Shishi Street to ask for a doctor.

As soon as she walked out a few steps, she heard Cheng Ting calling her aunt behind her.

When she turned her head, she saw Cheng Ting and three young people standing in front of the candy man shop, each holding a colorful candy man, and looking at the candy man with relish.

Cheng Ting pinched the candy man and walked over: "Auntie, where are you going so late, I'll give you a ride." ”

"Third Master Cheng," Mother Wu hurriedly waved her hand, "No need, it's Brother Jin'er, it looks like he's sick, I'll ask the doctor to take a look." ”

"It's fine when you eat dinner," Cheng Ting was a little surprised, "Don't worry, I'll go and see, I'm really sick, and then use my father's name to ask for a doctor." ”

After saying that, he said goodbye to his three friends, walked to Shishi Street with Wu's mother, walked all the way to Wu Jin's house, said "uncle" to Wu's father, called Wu Yi "brother", gave him the candy man to eat, and then went into Wu Jin's house.

When he arrived, Wu Jin already looked as usual.

Seeing Cheng Ting coming suddenly, Wu Jin was also surprised, and when he learned that Wu's mother was worried about him, he couldn't help but feel heavy, and when he smelled the wine, he asked in a low voice: "Where did you go to drink?" ”

Cheng Ting replied: "Yuhua Street." ”

"Have you ever heard a poem about the Leaf?"

"How do you know?" Cheng Ting reached out to take the tea cup on the table, "I heard it, and I don't know who is so lacking in virtue, it is both lustful and fragrant, what good words can be said in the mouths of those drinkers, I will use my father's name to scare them." ”

"I wrote it."

With a "clang", the teacup in Cheng Ting's hand rolled to the ground - the ground was a tamped yellow earth, the teacup was not broken, it only rolled a few times, and the water in it was sprinkled all over the ground.

His eyes widened, his mouth open enough to fit an egg: "You...... What did you write about...... It's very well written. ”

Wu Jin bent down and picked up the tea bowl: "I wrote it in the diary of the first day of the fifth month in the twenty-second year of Yuanzhang, and the diary was stolen out, and the original intention was not so, do you still remember, that day you want to match me and Miss Shixiu?" ”

Cheng Ting thought about it again and again, as if he remembered that there was such a thing: "Did Leaf Wind give her pearls?" And we ran the horse and met Shengqiang! ”

Wu Jin nodded: "This is because of this, and Mo Zongma is also because of the Qiang." ”

Cheng Ting breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death, who is so lacking in morality, all the good words have been misinterpreted." ”

The child has a fever, take it to the hospital to see, and the next chapter will be more in the evening