Yu Jun

Chapter 53 See No Evil
The enthusiasm of young people is like blooming spring flowers at the beginning, warm like summer wind, and like autumn leaves rustling at the end, like winter snow piercing the bones.

Cheng Ting lay paralyzed on the bed, and instead of wailing, he wept silently. All his thoughts flowed out with the tears, so that his heart was empty. The tears and snot had already flowed, and he lazily raised his hand to wipe them off.

Wu Jin twisted the veil again, spread it on the palm of his hand, covering Cheng Ting's face, wiped it vigorously from top to bottom, folded the veil, turned it over, and wiped it again from left to right.

Putting down the veil, he covered Cheng Ting with a thin quilt, and placed the two shoes safely. At the same time, he found that Cheng Ting was not tall, but the shoes were not small.

Seeing that Cheng Ting's tears would not dry up for a while, and he was sweating a lot, he got up and went out. Seeing Qi Chang waiting outside, he said in a low voice, "I'll go wash my face."

Qi Chang nodded, and stepped into the threshold, yawning in his heart, but he didn't dare to fall asleep, so he could only stay silent by the bed, stretching his head from time to time to see if Cheng Ting was asleep on the bed.

After looking at it several times, doubts appeared on his face—Cheng Ting wore gold and silver, and had no worries about food and drink. In his opinion, he was simply the happiest person in the world. What is there to be sad about?
Wu Jin didn't have any doubts in her heart, and she was so tired that she didn't have anything on her mind. She just walked into the official room, washed it from head to toe with the residual water, and vomited a little at the same time.

He hadn't even touched a drop of wine, but the cool wind in the Yan Hall stirred for a moment, and the water vapor and cool wind lurked into the Xuanfu along with his sweat, and the complicated smells and noisy voices made his head ache endlessly. It got better after I spit it out.

The headache is only slightly relieved, but it still hurts faintly, and I can't move it. It seems that there are needles hidden in it, and it will pierce someone when I move it.

He can bear it when he is busy, but it is unbearable when he is quiet.

After washing, he changed into the clothes sent by his subordinates. Enduring the pain, he entered the fast school, lit a candle, spread out his pen and ink, and wrote today's diary.

"Yuanzhang 22, Dragon Boat Festival, no rain."

Dots of pen and ink fell on the paper, and he was asked to write down everything that happened on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival. Jiusixuan, in front of the table, used this pen to grind the ingot of ink, all the ink was mixed with Jiusixuan's strong smell of ancient trees, and fell on the paper together.

When he wrote Xi Qin, he didn't feel in a trance anymore, but wrote solemnly: "In the world, there is someone who can play this sad sound. The flowers are dark, the lights are dark, the snow is on the trees, the long river is frozen to this day, lonely, Life and death, farewell, all in it, the lingering reverberation is endless.

I am lucky to be able to listen to this song. I don't know who invited this song, so I can only reward it on paper. It is a great gift at the Dragon Boat Festival. "

When the ink was dry, he folded the paper and put it in the tabloid, got up and went to the wing room to see Cheng Ting.

Qi Chang fell asleep on the couch outside the screen. Seeing Wu Jin coming in, he quickly stood up. Wu Jin said in a low voice, "You sleep in yours, I just want to see."

The tears on Cheng Ting's face were still wet, he was already falling asleep from exhaustion, the room smelled of alcohol, which matched his snoring perfectly.

Seeing that he was no longer going to die, Wu Jin quietly backed out, and went to the West Wing to let her hair loose, took off her stuffy coat, put it on the screen, bent over to take off her shoes, put them away, and fell asleep. down.

No matter when, he is so organized and not chaotic.

This sleep was short, more than half an hour later, he suddenly woke up, only to feel extremely thirsty, and wanted to drink water, but the teapot was empty, not a single drop.

He put on his clothes and opened the door, about to go into the flower hall to pour water, when he suddenly heard Mo Lingfeng's crisp voice from the path outside Jiusixuan: "Is Mo Xiaoruren a ghost?"

Wu Jin stayed where he was, knowing that the brothers and sisters of the Mo family came home from the Yan Pavilion, instead of going through the main entrance, they walked through the corner gate and came in from the back garden, and Mo Qianlan probably told Mo Lingfeng a story in "Yi Jian Zhi" short story.

Then he heard Mo Qianlan's soft words: "Yes, that Lin Tiha is her ghost lobbyist. If someone is greedy for money and lust, and agrees to Namo Xiaoruren to be a concubine, it will be miserable."

Mo Lingfeng asked again: "Then Mo Zhilu is really Mo Xiaoruren's father?"

Mo Qianlan laughed: "Who knows."

The two voices are getting closer,

By coincidence, Wu Jin looked up the path, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng walked into Wu Jin's eyes.

Mo Qianlan seemed to be half-drunk, but with some enthusiasm, he took off his crane cloak, covered his face with his hands, and yawned.

And Mo Lingfeng held a round fan in one hand and a lantern in the other, and if he felt something, he glanced sideways at Jiu Sixuan.

The ancient trees in Jiu Si Xuan are towering, and there are many giant shadows. If the lights are not lit, it is difficult to see Wu Jin standing under the tree outside the flower hall. On the contrary, Mo Lingfeng is carrying a lantern by himself. The fire is bright, so that Wu Jin can see clearly half of her face.

Her forehead, eyebrows, and bridge of nose are all blunt, and her black eyes are hidden in Danfeng's eyes, turning slowly, as if confused and dazed, yet showing a kind of indifference and alienation.

Wu Jin was sure that Mo Lingfeng couldn't see him, but he found that Mo Lingfeng would only show this kind of gaze when he was beside Mo Qianlan - small, majestic, dismissive, indifferent, like a small Mo Qianlan Lan.

Soon, Mo Lefeng turned his face away and hummed a few tunes.

She loves playing xun, singing and dancing. She handed the lantern to the maid beside her. She raised her arms high, the wide sleeves of the gauze shirt slipped down, revealing her two white arms. She replaced the bell drum with a round fan, and took two consecutive shots. .

Both of her wrists were wrapped with Baisuo, and Wu Jin saw the one she had woven at a glance - the other Baisuo had gold, silver and jade pendants hanging on it, but his was bare and only had multicolored silk threads.

A group of people disappeared from Wu Jin's eyes, only the scent of gardenia they brought from the garden slowly spread into the tip of their noses.

After standing still for a moment, Wu Jin regained consciousness, instead of going to the flower hall to drink tea, she went back to the fasting school, lit a candle, took out the diary, and added a sentence.

"See no evil."

At the beginning of Mao, Cheng Ting sat up from the bed with a splitting headache. He looked at his situation and recalled what he had done. After thinking everything through, he lowered his head and smelled it, and immediately felt that he was soaked in wine and sweat. A crock of stinky pickles.

He got off the bed top-heavy, pulled on his shoes, turned around the screen, and saw Qi Chang sleeping outside, so he woke him up and told him to light the fire to check the time.

Qi Chang hurriedly got up to light a candle, went to look at the Kelou incense, and then told Cheng Tingmao that it was just past time.

After a quarter of a hour, Cheng Ting took a shower, and changed into clean clothes from Pang Dahai's pack.

After wiping his wet hair half dry with a handkerchief, he pushed the door out and looked at the sky again. It was blue and soft. In the gaps under the stone steps, ants were swarming in groups, lifting, carrying, carrying, If it was usual, he would definitely pay more attention to it, but today, for some reason, he also felt it was boring.

He remembered that Wu Jin lived in the West Wing, and walked towards the West Wing. Halfway there, he stopped because he saw Wu Jin standing against the wall in the school.

There was no light, no blue light, and the study room was in a haze, and Wu Jin's figure was thinly pasted on the wall, alone.

(End of this chapter)