Su Mingquan ate a piece of cake very dissatisfied, chewing and chewing, feeling sweet and sour, the taste was very good, and he forgot where he said for a while.

"Where did I say?"

Liu Boyu said: "You said that you will never get on the boat in your life." ”

He no longer has his own brother, and the rest of the family is all separated by a layer of belly, holding his bowl, eating his food, and trying to knock him down, there is only one Su Mingquan left, and he can still talk about his heart.

If Su Mingquan sinks into the sea again, he will really be alone.

Su Mingquan immediately showed a look that I hadn't said, but I didn't care about you, and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth again.

"That's right," Liu Boyu went to the bookshelf to get a copy of "Ji Ran Chapter" and shook it, but couldn't shake anything out of it, "This time, thanks to Wu Jin, I also gave him a big gift." ”

He took down a few more books one after another and shook them, and finally turned out Wu Yi's IOU from the "Tao Zhu Gong Business Classic": "Send it to Wu Jin's house." ”

"Really paid it back?"

"A husband is more expensive than a wife."

Liu Boyu looked Su Mingquan up and down, wondering if Mo Lingfeng had any plans to raise his face.

Su Mingquan made him look creepy, his throat moved, he swallowed the pastry in his mouth, grabbed the IOU and walked out, and saw that the heavy rain did not stop for a while, so he conceived the IOU, put on a coat and hat, and loudly asked someone to lead the horse.

Liu Boyu listened to him riding a horse in the house, sighed and shook his head - big fool, with such a heavy rain, can't you drive a carriage out?

Su Mingquan was dressed neatly like a chivalrous man, and after riding a horse for half a while, he regretted it - his head and upper body were still dry, but the bottom of his buttocks was soaked, and the horse was also drenched and drooping, and it was very painful to walk.

A man and a horse braved the rain to Shishi Street, but Su Mingquan found that the horse could not enter.

He could only dismount and go inside, knocking on the door of the Wu family for a long time, but he couldn't knock on it, but the door of the foot shop opposite was opened, and the shopkeeper told him that the Wu family had moved to Baishiqiao.

Su Mingquan frowned, walked out of Shishi Street without a way, and then walked towards Baishi Bridge, while walking, he felt that he had forgotten something, and after thinking about it for a long time, he was suddenly stunned - the horse was gone.

The horse disappeared so silently and so naturally that he forgot that he had come on horseback.

"Fuck—" he scolded, "stealing your grandfather's horse!" I'll serve your den of thieves tomorrow! Don't look at what your grandfather do......"

He walked while scolding, and by the time he walked to the white stone bridge in frustration, he was already soaking wet.

He was wearing a heavy coat and a wet hat, looking for a family, and saw the lintel of "Wu House" hanging outside the door, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to knock on the door, but he was afraid that the rain would be heavy, and Wu Jin couldn't hear it, so he slammed the door with a shocking sound.

The people inside were sleeping soundly, so he woke up, and he came out with an umbrella in anger, and when he saw him, he scolded: "Knock knock! Knock your mother! Who, you! ”

"I'm looking for Wu Jin." Su Mingquan glanced inside, "What about Wu Jin?" ”

"I think you're looking for death!" The man was furious, "There is only one family surnamed Wu in the world, isn't it!" doesn't stop for a day, if you want to scold, you have to hit his house! Don't push in front of my house, our family has nothing to do with that shameless villain! ”

Su Mingquan was very surprised, looked at the man with his mouth open, and in the man's scolding, he pulled out a knife without warning, stabbed the man in the heart, and killed him in the rain with a knife.

The rain washed away the blood, took away the smell, and the corpse quickly became cold, and the eyes never closed.

"It's not that Wu Jin is still so arrogant, a dead mule, and my hands are dirty."

He pulled out his knife and threw it on the ground, and the ups and downs and unhappiness along the way finally found a place to vent.

Looking at the blood spots on his fingers in disgust, he bent down and put his hand into the rushing water on the ground to wash it off, straightened up, and continued to look for Wu Jin.

There was no one on a rainy night, and he walked until he walked to the end of Baishiqiao Street before he saw a Wu house again.

This time, he called Wu Jin twice before knocking on the door, and secretly warned himself: "This may not be Wu Jin, don't be angry." ”

The door opened, and he looked up, and this time he really saw Wu Jin.

"Hey" laughed, he wanted to tell Wu Jin about his twists and turns along the way, but he was afraid that he would forget the time, so he simply kept silent, stuffed the wet IOU into his hand, and turned his head away.

Wu Jin frowned and watched the man with his face hidden in the shadow of the hat leave, then lowered his head to look at the IOU in his hand, retreated to the door, closed the door and opened the umbrella, and stepped back to the porch with stagnant water on the ground.

The home is already two courtyards, for their family of four, it is large and quiet, he and Wu Yi live in the front yard, and his parents live in the back yard, which is uncomfortable.

Back in the house, he lit the oil lamp, looked carefully at the IOU in his hand where the ink began to thicken, and knew that Liu Boyu would not suddenly be kind.

Mo Lingfeng has found him?

It must be so, and it must be for Wang Zhizhou's sake - the two of them are doing the same thing by different means.

He pressed the IOU on the table, and sat there for a long time, and was about to blow out the oil lamp, when suddenly he heard a woman's scream not far away, piercing through the heavy rain.

No one expected that this gossip against Wu Jin would end in a homicide case.

It is rumored that someone was jealous and hateful, and came to kill Wu Jin in the rain, but knocked on the wrong door and killed a man with the same surname Wu.

The murderer dropped the sharp knife and fled, the heavy rain washed away all the traces, the yamen was helpless, and everyone in Kuanzhou City closed their mouths stupidly in order to show their innocence, and did not confide in the word "Wu".

Three days later, Mo Lingfeng also returned to the fortress.

The noisy city of Kuanzhou was completely quiet, but Jin Yu was unexpected, the weak prince went against the trend, mastered the court situation, ascended the throne as the emperor, and the young monarch recuperated and recuperated, and did not attack in a big way, which can be regarded as a rare calm since the war.

In June of the twenty-eighth year of Yuanzhang, a sudden change occurred.

The young monarch showed his fangs, and suddenly the soldiers came to the fortress, and the military situation was urgently sent to the capital, and then a steady stream of grain and grass and other things were sent to the fortress, but Huaiyuan and Dingchuan Erzhai were still lost on July 14, and the Jin Yu stepped on the fortress around Hengshan, and the soldiers came outside the Gaoping village.

Once Gaopingzhai is broken, Kuanzhou City will bear the brunt and will become the last line of defense to stop Jinyu.

The tabloids are changed every day, and the newspaper delivery person runs around with the newspaper bag on his back, and the news in the court flies into the ears of ordinary people with these pieces of paper - some people propose to send reinforcements from the southeast, some people think that there is still Kuanzhou as a barrier to the country, and some people want to negotiate peace again, and the news is disturbed, and the people in the city of Kuanzhou are panicking.

It was not until August that Jin Yu could not attack Gaopingzhai for a long time, and instead stationed troops outside Gaopingzhai to consolidate the territory and wait for the opportunity, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After the anxiety about the war situation dissipated, everyone remembered a gambling game - the spring covenant between Mofu Zhaixue and Wang Jinghua, the son of Wang Zhizhou.

The teahouse tavern, adding more talking points, Guan Po Cabinet Fang even opened a gambling plate, betting on whether Qi Chang could successfully pass the autumn season.

(End of chapter)