Cheng Ting used his brains and thought that the person who stole Wu Jin's daily record was a person who lacked virtue to misinterpret poetry.

Then he poured out a string of immoral characters he knew, and finally thought that there were many such characters in Kuanzhou City, and only the sons and sons of the bastard had an enmity with Wu Jin.

He looked at Wu Jin again and looked at Wu Jin from head to toe - this is a gentleman with both literary qualities and internal and external cultivation, but this is also the problem.

If he, who is a well-known sinister and rebel son in Kuanzhou, writes such a poem, I am afraid that his father and mother will have to cry with joy, thinking that he will eventually benefit from the essay lesson.

But he can't write it, only Wu Jin can write it.

Wu Jin is too upright, too upright, too open, when he sees him, what comes to mind is the cultivation of bamboo and jade trees, the moon and the breeze, and any little stain is enough to make him a hypocrite spurned by everyone.

"Tomorrow is the Wenhui," he touched his chin, "no wonder the dead toad is so calm today, it turns out that he has secretly done dirty tricks and feet, planning to ruin your reputation tomorrow." ”

He thought about it silently for a long time, thinking that this matter could also be solved: "I'm afraid it won't work if we don't admit emptiness, if they are right about the handwriting at that time, it will seem that we are not open." ”

"Yes."

"They just want to say that your poem is 'crooked', Shi Yuan was there at the time, wait a minute, I will go and tell Shi Yuan, let him testify tomorrow, and there is also a matter of Shengqiang, there must be a record in the government records at that time, I will find my father after I go back...... What day is it? ”

"In the twenty-second year of the Yuan Chapter, the first day of the fifth month."

"Just follow this day, look up the Fu Zhi, and turn it out for you tonight, you can rest assured."

He patted his chest and shot a leek-flavored burp: "By the way, it also relieved the Leaf." ”

"Thank you."

"I'm out there."

Since he was so full of confidence, Wu Jin stopped talking, and kept sending Cheng Ting out of the intersection of Shishi Street before he turned around and went home.

He smiled at Wu's mother's worried face, repeatedly assured that he was not sick, and when he walked into the house, he was laughing while kneading the mountain roots to relieve his headache.

In the end, the smile disappeared, he lowered his eyes and sat in the chair, feeling a chill in his heart, because he knew that Wang Zhizhou was not a hairy boy like Cheng Ting, and he would not just misinterpret a poem to harm him.

What if you admit that you wrote the poem?

Wang Zhizhou will become a hook, hooking into his heart all the time, pulling out the things that he hides in the deepest depths and dare not show people.

It is a little beautiful light in the red dust, a little rippling heart at the beginning of the four seasons, and a little desire that the gods and Buddhas are difficult to give up.

If Wang Zhizhou questioned him, whether he had selfish intentions for Mo Lingfeng, how should he answer?

If he answered yes, Wang Zhizhou asked him again if he entered the Mo Mansion because of selfishness, deceived Mo Jiedu to make him seriously ill, and took advantage of the weakness to enter, and Mo Lingfeng was young and ignorant and was deceived by him, what should he do?

He can't be selfish.

Without selfishness, there would be no series of questions that followed, no series of questions that would be enough to discredit him.

Yes - he told himself to lie.

His mind was very clear, and his thoughts were well organized, but there was a kind of martyrdom in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it was for—maybe it was because the way he was holding on to was collapsing little by little, maybe it was because this selfishness was going to be buried, or maybe it was both.

After sitting for too long, the lamp oil ran out, and the room was plunged into endless darkness, and he sat in his chair without moving, letting the darkness engulf him.

In the early morning of the next day, Kuanzhou was busy again, people came and went on the street, Wu Jin walked to the state school in the cool morning breeze, and before he entered, he saw that many literati had gathered outside the state school.

Wu Jin took a step forward, and was just about to walk inside, when Cheng Ting's shout suddenly came from behind him, and before he could turn around, Cheng Ting had already arrived at his side, grabbed him by one hand, and dragged him back: "Go." ”

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, and walked with Cheng Ting at his feet: "Where to go?" ”

"Go to the back." Cheng Ting swept him up to the corner gate of the academy like a gust of wind, and through a thin layer of wood, Wu Jin heard the hearty laughter coming from Cheng Governor's Mansion.

Cheng Ting couldn't help but say that he grabbed Wu Jin's sleeve and went up the steps, pushed open the door, walked up to Cheng Taishan in one go, called Dad, and saw that the two deans were also there, so he hurried forward to call the dean.

Wu Jin followed closely and saluted one by one, Cheng Taishan looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to be appeased, and he continued to walk forward.

Cheng Ting raised his chin at him, squeezed his eyebrows, pointed at his father, and pointed at Wu Jin, meaning that his father was his father.

The governor of the state academy is surnamed Mi Yingzong, just over fifty, and he looks very rich, but he is very dusty, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, shaking it slowly, turning his head to look at Wu Jin, and suddenly said: "You wrote the four words of Feiran Academy yesterday?" ”

Wu Jin lowered his head and replied, "Yes." ”

Mi Yingzong praised: "The pen is good, both talented and hard-working, who is the teacher?" ”

Wu Jin replied truthfully: "It is the shogunate of Mo Jiedu's envoy, and when the students were serving there, they were fortunate to receive guidance. ”

"Okay, that's how to do learning, no matter where you are, you can learn," Mi Yingzong waved his fan and walked towards the second hall of Xuezhai, and said to the dean of Tu Nan Academy as he walked, "Lao Ye, in calligraphy, state learning is superior, no opinion." ”

Ye Shuhuai, the dean of Tu Nan Academy, also wore a folding fan in a robe, with a thin figure, and a deep mark between his eyebrows: "No opinion." ”

A few people even said to take away, all the way to the Zhai Academy, yesterday has been properly arranged, the ceiling veil covers most of the daylight, in the courtyard, the grass and trees are abundant, the breeze welcomes the send-off, both wide and refreshing.

The students arrived early, and the students of the two colleges sat on the east and west sides, talking and laughing with each other, and shouting a few words in the air.

There are also people watching the battle, hugging outside the second gate, stretching their necks to look at the big characters on the powder walls on both sides, although they can't write, but they can move their mouths, and they can't help but point and express their opinions.

For a while, it was very noisy in the state school, and when the two deans and Cheng Zhifu came together, they made a loud noise and got up and saluted.

Wu Jin and Cheng Ting walked to their seats in the midst of this noise, and several students whispered hello, waved their hands frantically, and clustered the two of them in the middle.

After another quarter of an hour, Wang Zhizhou and Kuanzhou officials were late, and everyone had to get up and salute again, and the officials and the deans gossiped again, and the buzzing sound in the courtyard was endless, boiling the sky.

When the people waited until they were together, the noise gradually stopped, and when the incense was carved and leaked, the copper ball fell on the copper plate, making a thick sound, and a gong sounded, and the meeting officially began.

The students, the teacher, and the lecturer on both sides stood up, facing forward sideways, the two deans stood in the center, and the officials, led by Cheng Zhifu and Wang Zhizhou, stood on one side, and they all looked at the screen in front of the courtyard.

On top of the screen, there are portraits of saints.

The two abbots waved each other, took the long incense from the hand of one of the priests, inserted it in the incense burner, and bowed it to the saint.