Qi Chang sat on the ground, tears of pain, a layer of oily skin broke on his forehead, elbows, and knees, and the rolled up words were flattened.

He hurriedly untied the cotton rope, opened the paper, and looked at the words in the moonlight, on which the words "gentleman is not to blame" were still safe and sound.

"It's fine." He rolled up the paper again, tied the cotton rope, and a question popped into his head.

Why did Wu Jin write these four words?

Looking at my life, the gentleman is not to blame.

Did Wu Jin see through his intentions and use this to warn him?

It must be, otherwise he wouldn't have said whether it was printed or not, it didn't matter.

But if he knows, why should he help him?

Yes, Wu Jin is kind-hearted.

Qi Chang slowly stood up, holding the words in his hands, thinking that he had no choice, no power, no tree to rely on, even if he was talented, he couldn't get ahead.

There is really no way - this officialdom, he can't get in, how can he be blameless?

Only this time, he borrowed Wu Jin's kindness to embark on a career in office, no matter where he went or what kind of official position he get, he was "a gentleman without blame".

The moonlight was still shining, and he stumbled into the city, and stretched his shadow into a long one, narrow and sharp as a needle, and pierced him in the direction behind him.

After Qi Chang left, Wu Jin closed the door and latched, returned to the house, changed the pen and paper, cut off the lanterns, and wrote: "Leaf Wind." ”

The two words fall softly on the paper, but they have muscles and bones.

"On March 15, I was enshrined in the first place of the first class of the Jinshi of the Imperial Court, and was enshrined in front of the Wenzheng Palace.

The emperor's face is white, his beard is slight, his body is strong, and the image of the wisdom bead in his hand cannot be underestimated.

Kuanzhou rarely takes scholars, even if there is a gold list title, the palace test is above, but also often falls at the end of the first class, today's emperor pointed me as the leader, can not only judge by talent, I am afraid that the emperor also has the intention of using me to break the deadlock in Kuanzhou, I don't know much about the emperor, can not solve his mind for the time being.

As for the fact that I have a deep relationship with your house, the emperor is puzzled at this time, and he will understand it in the near future, and he still needs to think twice about how to answer it. ”

At this point, he put aside his pen for a moment, sat down in contemplation, his face fell in the lamplight, and many shadows cast on his face, which became more and more accurate and rich, and the outline was quite deep.

With such a posture, playing horses and parading the streets, it is really a spring breeze, but his heart is old, and he is no longer in high spirits when he was Xie Yuan, even if this is the most celebratory moment, he is making countless thoughts for the future.

He will use lies and conspiracies to protect Mo Lingfeng in the palm of his hand, and he will also find a suitable path for his long-term ambition under the constraints of many parties.

After a while, he picked up the pen again and wrote: "Today, the Tao is long and spiritual, interpreting the Thai hexagram, heaven and earth are handed over and all things are connected, up and down are handed over and their minds are the same, everything is prosperous, prosperity must decline, decline and turn prosperous, so it should change from time to time."

As an official, he should change with the times, change with the trend, change for the country, and change for the common people in the world. ”

In the end, he turned sharply and wrote: "In Kyoto, the days are long and the weather is warm, the soft wind rolls the willows, the spring light is like wine, I don't know if the ice of the Shuo River in Kuanzhou has melted, on the horse farm, Fang Fei can arrive, and the white eagle may be seen in the fortress?"

Today, tens of millions of people are chasing and cheering, stepping through the thorny fence, and squeezing down the Dragon Pavilion, I don't care, I just want to listen to you blow the horn.

On March 15, the 29th year of the Yuan chapter, Wu Jin wrote in Yunyang Taoist Temple in Yuntai County. ”

He waited for the ink to dry, packed it separately from the previous letter, and the next morning, before dawn, he did not go to the delivery shop, but rushed to a tea shop in the city of Kyoto, and asked how long the peony cake would last.

There was already a large pot of peony cakes in the shop, because they were only available during the flowering period, and the price had also risen, and the shopkeeper asked, "Are you going to send relatives and friends?" We can use jars to seal it here, and it is not a problem to store it for more than half a month, but the price is much more expensive. ”

"Two altars."

The corners of the shopkeeper's mouth went all the way up, pulled to the root of the ear, took out two wine jars, asked the guy to put the peony cake into it layer by layer, spread oil paper at the mouth of the jar, tied the cotton rope, and then used fine loess and glutinous japonica rice and sheep peach vine juice to seal the jar tightly.

"It won't be long before the mud will dry," the shopkeeper laughed, "and this cake is twenty-six wen a piece, plus the jar ......."

The guy pulled the sleeve of the shopkeeper next to him: "The shopkeeper ......"

The shopkeeper glared at him, pulled his sleeve out of the man's hand, turned his head to Wu Jin and smiled, and continued to settle the score.

Wu Jin paid two taels of silver and went out with two jars, and the shopkeeper saw him leave, shouting angrily at the guy: "There are no rules!" ”

The guy whispered to defend himself: "I see that this person just now seems to be Wu Zhuangyuan, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to collect so much money." ”

"When the emperor comes, he has to pay for it...... Champion? The shopkeeper sighed, raised his legs and ran out, who knew that Wu Jin was walking on two long legs, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The shopkeeper can only return with regrets, secretly hating that he has no vision, if the champion gives him a "champion peony cake", is it not better than this bit of silver?

Wu Jin didn't know that he was being remembered, so he hurriedly sent things to the dock, two letters and two jars of peony cakes were faster than the imperial court's newspaper, and in less than ten days, they had been sent to Kuanzhou.

Mo Lingfeng was in the fort, and after the letter reached Yin Bei's hands, when she was sent to the fort quickly, she had just returned from training, and it was noon, she picked up a bowl of cold water and drank "tons and tons" of wild drink.

After drinking the water, she wiped her face with a handkerchief, took the letter, she read it again, read it again, remembered it in her heart, and thought: "Champion! ”

Champion, hers!

She bared her teeth with a smile on her face.

took out the fire fold and burned the letter, she squatted down to look at the wine jar, wondering what kind of wine Wu Jin had sent, stretched out her hand to pat open the mud seal, but she never smelled the aroma of wine, and then looked inside, it was actually a jar of cakes.

"The sweets are in the jar, and Kyoto is so fresh."

She reached out and took out a piece, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, tasted it again, and her eyes lit up: "This is fresh." ”

took out two pieces of cake, she found a piece of bamboo paper to wrap it, and handed it to Yin Bei: "Go back to my brother." ”

Mo Qianlan couldn't eat it, but she still thought that she should take it back to Mo Qianlan to take a look and smell it - as if Mo Qianlan was her god, she ate it well, and she remembered to make offerings.

She handed another piece to Yin Bei: "Don't eat my brother's." ”

Yin Beizheng had this intention, and was debunked by Mo Lingfeng on the spot, and he was ordered to leave.

Mo Lingfeng gave Yin Nan another piece, seeing that there were still a lot of them in the jar, this thing came from afar, and after opening it, I was afraid that I couldn't help but put it, and after a little thought, I took it to the middle tent.

Chong Jiaqing was reprimanding Chong Tao, and when he heard that Mo Lingfeng, who was ambitious about the wolf, came to bring him food, he turned his head and said to his grandson: "The weasel is here." ”

Chong Tao retorted with his hands down: "We're not chickens either." ”

As soon as the words fell, Chong Jiaqing closed his mouth violently.

Waiting for Mo Lingfeng to come in with the jar, Chong Jiaqing was fully guarded, his face was serious, he sat in the chair, and set up a full shelf, before he could speak, Sun Zi Chong Tao had already surrendered without a fight, and leaned over with a shy face.

"Is this wine?" Chong Tao stretched out his hand and took the jar in his hand, "No alcohol." ”

He glanced inside: "Is it a cake?" How do you get a wine jar? ”

Mo Lingfeng smiled at him: "I came all the way from Kyoto, and it would be bad if I didn't pretend to be strict, so I specially took it to taste it with General Seed." ”