The old servant left in response, Qi Chang looked around quietly, and saw that the courtyard was barren and empty, except for a yellow sand potbelly water tank used to avoid fire, there were no other furnishings.

There was no light in the house, only an oil lamp on the table in the courtyard, and the oil emitted a pungent smell of oil.

He looked at what Wu Jin was wearing, but it was just a sackcloth robe.

The old servant brought refreshments up, and a few tea leaves floated in the tea cup, the tea fragrance was not strong, and the dim sum was also an ordinary dim sum in the shop.

Qi Chang instantly felt uneasy.

His income is lower than Wu Jin, but in terms of food and clothing, it is already better than Wu Jin, and for various reasons, it is not enough for outsiders.

When he didn't arrive at Wu Jin's house, he was at ease, and when he arrived at Wu Jin's house, he felt ashamed of himself, and he didn't even dare to serve the teacup when he was cramped.

He thought that he couldn't blame him, if he was as tall and unsociable as Wu Jin, I am afraid that he would have been bullied.

"Drink tea," Wu Jin saw that he was restrained, so he motioned for him to drink tea, then turned his back, covered his mouth and coughed twice, before he said, "You have been promoted, and I haven't congratulated you yet." ”

Qi Chang hurriedly waved his hand: "It took a lot of work, but I just became a waiter, and I have a rank from the seventh grade." ”

He couldn't help but be happy: "I didn't dare to do this in my dreams, but unfortunately I don't know where my ancestral grave is, otherwise I must go to see if it is smoking." ”

Wu Jin said with a smile: "If the waiter does a good job, he can be promoted to various ministries or foreign positions." ”

Qi Chang said happily: "I want to be a foreign officer, if I have the opportunity, I will ask Brother Wu to introduce me more." ”

Wu Jin lowered his eyes to look at the clothes on his body, and smiled without saying a word.

Qi Chang was looked at more and more restrained by him, and after a few words, he suddenly asked: "Brother Wu, do you know that the military situation in Kuanzhou is urgent?" ”

Wu Jin nodded.

Qi Chang glanced at the old servant, moved a chair close to Wu Jin, and his voice became quieter: "I heard Master He say that before the military situation came, His Majesty had already summoned you to the Wenzheng Palace to draft an edict, but the edict that was issued later was only related to the military situation. ”

If the emperor has an edict, the scholar of Hanlin Yuan thinks it is inappropriate, and he can "seal the prefix" and refuse to draft the edict.

mentioned yesterday's Wenzheng Palace, Wu Jin began to have a headache again.

He tilted his head, propped his elbows on the arm of the chair, and stretched out a finger to rub his temple: "You are a waiter, things that have nothing to do with you, listen less, ask less, be cautious in your words and deeds, you will not be wrong." ”

Qi Chang was stunned for a moment, and then thought of Fang Cai's own words and deeds, which can be called obscene and sneaky, his face was flushed, he moved back with a chair, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I know." ”

There was an indescribable silence in the courtyard for a moment, the sound of birds and birds sounded from the big locust tree outside, and the evening breeze blew, and Qi Chang smelled the sweet and sour breath in his hands.

It was the smell of the bitter medicine mixed with the fragrant soap horn from Wu Jin's body.

"Brother Wu, I'm very worried about Miss Mo, do you have any correspondence with her? She's in a fortress, okay? ”

Wu Jin said succinctly: "No." ”

Qi Chang looked at Wu Jin through the hot air of tea, Wu Jin sat quietly in the burrow, his eyes were clear, his long eyebrows were stretched, and his heart was like a mirror.

He felt creepy, as if he had no place to hide in front of Wu Jin.

He hurriedly got up like a pins and needles, and the tea cup on the table flickered, and he hurriedly reached out to catch it, and his palms touched the thin porcelain cup, and with a hot "hiss", he hurriedly took his hand back.

"You have a good rest, I'll go first."

Wu Jin didn't get up to send him off, but only nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Qi Chang hurriedly went out, and as soon as he went out, he immediately went down again, and when he walked out of this street, his waist pole was slightly straightened.

He was afraid of being seen.

The king of Jiyang County can crush him to death with one finger, and he can't afford to offend.

But he had to come—someone forced him to come.

He strode home, pushed open the door, cautiously crossed the threshold, glanced left and right, and saw that there was no one, before turning around and gently bolting the door.

The house he rented was farther away than Wu Jin, and it was also a time to enter the house, the courtyard was full of flowers and trees, and a set of camphor wood tables and chairs, a multi-treasure grid, and a screen were placed in the main house, and there were a few small in the corner of the house, and the appreciation bottle was full of hollyhocks, and some scattered objects, which filled the house with a lot of piles.

Sitting in a chair, he did not dare to relax, but shouted into the empty room: "I have already asked, and I have asked as you say!" ”

There was no answer, only beads of sweat dripping from his own forehead, smashing on the ground and shattering into eight petals.

He waited and waited, and finally when he was tired, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom.

The paper read: "Ask Wu Jin today if she has any correspondence with Mo Lingfeng, if not, I will come to take your life tonight." ”

The bamboo paper appeared on this table without warning, and when he came back from duty, he was immediately startled.

When he asked the old woman who had hired him to clean it, he learned that no one had come, and his surprise turned to fear.

Without thinking that this would be a joke or a prank, he went straight to the pharmacy to buy medicine and went to Wu Jin's home to visit the patient.

Just ask a word, the treacherous court will not change because of this sentence, and Wu Jin's future will not be ruined because of this sentence.

It's just a word, but it can save his life.

Thinking of this, Qi Chang straightened his waist and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Jin has a gentle and tolerant mind, he also has it, Wu Jin has a calmness like artesian water, he also has it as much as possible, Wu Jin has the virtue of not deceiving the dark room, and he is also learning to have.

Ambition is all in his heart, only the shadow secretly reveals the prototype, showing teeth and claws on the ground.

Wu Jin sent Qi Chang away, closed the door and locked it, and sat thoughtfully for a moment before blowing out the oil lamp and going to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up, stared at the bed tent, and froze.

Cold sweat trickled down from the corners of his forehead, and his heart beat violently in his cavity, ready to breathe out.

In his sleep, his mind was turbulent, as if he was floating outside the boundless night, and he heard the voices of the outside, the dream, and the thousands of miles away.

The sound of war drums thundered, the sound of the ladder against the city wall was endless, the rumbling of thistles and rockets, the slow fall of the drawbridge, and then the sound of iron hooves poured from the fortress to the outside of the fortress.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds crossed, slashed, skin was cut by sharp blades, flesh and blood were torn, white bones were broken, bodies were torn apart, scattered all over the battlefield, the heads of the Han people were hung on the flagpole by the golden captives, and they were not blind, and there was still a mournful cry that could not be shouted when they died.

Where is Mo's Leaf?

He searched urgently in his dream, stepped over the terrifying severed limbs and broken corpses, stepped into the hot blood of Wang Chenghu with one foot, dodged the strong bow and long knife of the golden captive, and looked around blankly.

Mo Lingfeng seemed to be everywhere, in the sound of the flag, in the roar of the wind, in the flow of white clouds, but he couldn't see it, he couldn't find it.

The sky was dark, the blood flowed like a river, wetting the hem of his shoes and socks, and the golden captives became huge and murderous, and he knew that he was in a nightmare, but he refused to wake up.

Where is the Leaf?

He was exhausted from searching, and suddenly heard Mo Lingfeng's cry.

She was a little one, squatting on the ground, crying and crying, crying and shouting "brother".

Jin Yu raised his knife and faced each other, he was so shocked that he pounced on him and protected Mo Lingfeng under him.

(End of chapter)