Wu Jin held this thin book, felt the power of the three generations in the book, there was only one chair in the room, he held the book, sat down on the edge of the bed, and his empty heart was indeed suddenly full.

He has his "Tao" in his heart, and he has gentle people and things, and the wind and rain outside have not blown away his openness and integrity, and he can get through.

Wu's mother brought tea in, looked around, and saw that the two seemed to be reading, so she withdrew.

Cheng Ting looked at Wu's mother, sitting in this small room, and suddenly felt an unprecedented heavy pressure, as if Wu's mother's gaze had become a whip and a rope, to be firmly imprisoned in Wu Jin on a road, and he would never be allowed to take a wrong half a step.

Wretched.

The expectations of Wu's father and Wu's mother, and the responsibility of the entire Wu family, I am afraid that since Wu Jin was sensible, he has been shouldering it, and every copper plate that his father and mother spent on him are silently asking for returns.

And Wu Jin is a son of man, he can't resist, he can only accept.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the placket of his clothes, a little out of breath, took a sip of tea, took off the Xichuan paper fan from his waist, opened it with a "snap", and fanned it twice: "Hot." ”

Wu Jin got up and opened the window and glanced at the sky: "It's going to rain heavily, it's stuffy." ”

Cheng Ting fanned a few times, took out two ingots of silver from his arms, and put them on the table: "Your cake shop, I'm afraid it's going to close." ”

Wu Jin glanced at the silver silently: "You can keep it, there is still silver at home, and I will also go to the Mo Mansion to take care of things." ”

Cheng Ting looked at him in surprise: "But outside. And your aunt, will you let you go? ”

Wu Jin smiled: "Gossip, when it is the breeze in the ears, my aunt, I will say it myself." ”

Cheng Ting admired him in his heart, and suddenly remembered what Wang Zhizhou said yesterday, and hurriedly said: "I'll talk to my father about the ticket test when I go back, and let him figure out a way." ”

Wu Jin waved his hand: "Governor Cheng is busy with official business, don't worry about me, I have a charter for this matter." ”

"What's the solution?"

"Didn't Wang Zhizhou say that he wouldn't give me a seal in one day?" Wu Jin said with a smile, "If you change to a Zhizhou, the exam ticket will naturally be stamped with the state seal." ”

Cheng Ting was dumbfounded, reached out and plucked his ears, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong: "You mean"

Wu Jin just smiled and didn't say much.

Wang Zhizhou - a dignified member of the court, knows all the important military and political affairs in Kuanzhou, but he is greedy for military salaries, has no merit for the people, deceives the superiors and subordinates, and it is not easy to take his handle, but it is not impossible to go.

Moreover, he can not move at all, and his forces are naturally intertwined, deceiving the upper and lower levels, paving the way with money, and turning the upper and lower sides into the same party.

To move him, you need to work hard.

Wu Jin was clear in his heart, but he didn't plan to act at this time, he knew that Mo Lingfeng needed this villain who was deceived and deceived at this time, otherwise Wang Zhizhou moved his nest, and the emperor sent someone to Zhikuanzhou, and she would not be able to act as cheaply as she is now.

Now we can only make sufficient preparations and wait for the day when Mo Lingfeng will completely devour the fortress.

After thinking about it all night, he had a number in his heart, so he didn't panic about the ticket.

"I want to write a letter to the Leaf, you can help send it to Yinbei."

Cheng Ting stood up, gave up his chair, nodded and said, "Yin Bei was about to go to the fortress, let me stop it, I guess you have to write a letter." ”

Wu Jin studied the ink and laid the paper, picked up the pen for a long time, and then wrote: "Leaf wind, the lotus around the pond in the garden of Fuzhong, the flower pressure water pavilion, the sound of the mountain thrush, the hoarse mockery, in the Jiusixuan, the shadow of the tree is cloudy, the morning breeze is cold and cold, the plum floating melon is sinking in the tank, and the cheese in the ice bowl is like snow."

Everything is business as usual, full of old, don't read it.

I learned the height of Yanling, crying three times, it is enough, even if there is a thunderbolt in the future, my eyes are out of the back of the cow, the expression remains the same, and the determination will not change.

In addition, ignore the 'plug and close the door; Frustrate its sharpness and resolve its disputes; and its light, with its dust, is the meaning of 'Xuan'.

April 22, Wu Jin. ”

When Cheng Ting left, the clouds were already very low, and the dampness came out of the ground, silently lying on the person, Wu Jin only felt sticky, although there was no sweat, and the clothes were also attached to the skin.

Sending Cheng Ting all the way to the street, he smiled: "Come back quickly, it's going to rain heavily." ”

Cheng Ting carried his two big silver, took the letter written by Wu Jin to Mo Lingfeng, looked at the sneaky eyes that came out of the street, and thought that if it was him, he would definitely never be able to go out again, he couldn't even stay in Kuanzhou, Huzhou was too close, and he hated to hit a lucky boat, drift across the ocean, and go to a deserted place.

However, Wu Jin never even lowered his head, others said that he was dressed to win the heart of the noblewoman, he heard it clearly, but when he went out, he still wore a crown and a whole dress, and he didn't see the slightest sloppy appearance.

As soon as Cheng Ting waved his hand, he asked him not to send it, and he strode away, walked out three or four steps, and glanced back at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was still standing in place, and when he saw him turn around, he waved his hand to signal him to leave quickly.

Cheng Ting turned his head and continued to walk, feeling that Wu Jin had changed in his heart - in the past, Wu Jin firmly put himself into the shell of a "saint", and now he still has the integrity of pine and cypress, but he came out of that shell, more comfortable and soothing.

He left with confidence, turned a street, suddenly said "ouch", patted his head, and hurriedly ran to Wu's cake shop.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, he hurriedly held up the umbrella, just held up the umbrella, the heavy rain was like a bean, crackling and falling, the ground quickly flooded, he took turns stepping into the stagnant water, shoes, socks, clothes and hems were all soaked.

dragged mud and water to the cake shop, there was no one in front of the cake shop, and the Wu family father and son sat inside with sad faces, not knowing what to do.

"Uncle!" Cheng Ting took out a big silver ingot and roared in the heavy rain, "Cake!" Send it all to my house! I want it at home! ”

Without waiting for the father and son to answer, he slapped the silver on the counter, and then cowered under the umbrella, and ran all the way home in the pouring rain.

He also had to write a letter to Mo Lingfeng and ask Yin Bei to bring it.

The heavy rain stopped for half an hour, Wu Yi was soaked, pushed Wu's father back, and sneezed when he entered the door: "Auntie, Cheng Zhifu's family asked for cakes today, and they all sent them." ”

Mother Wu answered, and seeing that he was wet from head to toe, she hurriedly asked him to change his clothes first, and then pushed Father Wu into the house to help Father Wu change his clothes.

Wu Jin calmly entered the kitchen, took out the hot thin noodles from the pot, soaked them in cold water, fished them out again, mixed them with cooked oil, put them in a large basin, and then put the condiments fried by Wu's mother in a small basin and served them together.

Dinner is this big basin of noodles.

Wu Jin scooped noodles for his parents, Wu Yi wet his hair, and finally fished a big bowl, and after mixing, he ate absent-mindedly.

He quietly looked up at Wu Jin, and then at Wu's mother, Wu's mother's expression was stiffer than iron, and no one looked at her.

Wu Yi was anxious to eat, and ate as quietly as possible, and hesitated to move his hand, wanting to add another bowl.

He didn't dare to move, because the meal was too dignified, and Wu's mother had already put the chopsticks.