Yu Jun

Cheng Taishan peeled a tangerine, opened his mouth, stuffed it whole into his mouth, swallowed it angrily, suddenly felt that the dryness and heat dissipated a lot, and then peeled and swallowed another tangerine.

Then he pointed at Wang Jinghua: "Jinghua, Wu Jin is rigid, you are smarter than him, if he doesn't say it, you say it, don't worry, if the Jiedushi says he won't punish you, he won't punish you."

Hearing this, Wang Jinghua's hairs stood on end immediately, and he was confused: "I, junior, this junior is indeed insulting the gentlemen, making fun of prostitutes, talking and deeds are not self-cultivating, this junior is at fault."

Sun Jing was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he nodded repeatedly.

Mo Qianlan had a half-smile: "So, you don't think Wu Jin was wronged when he hit you?"

Wang Jinghua was full of grievances, but he didn't dare to say it, because Mo Qianlan was a Jiedu envoy, someone who would even give in to his own father, so he could only grit his teeth and nod: "No grievances."

Mo Qianlan withdrew the hand on Wu Jin's shoulder, walked up to Wang Jinghua, reached out and touched his swollen cheek: "Poor."

Wang Jinghua saw the camellia flower on his temple close in front of his eyes, and was so frightened that his soul almost went out of his body. He resisted so much that he didn't dodge his hand. At the same time, he secretly wondered—why isn't Wu Jin afraid?
He looked at Wang Zhizhou from the corner of his eye——Wang Zhizhou put one hand on the armrest of the chair, and put the other hand on his belly, rubbing a string of Buddhist beads. The two faces were similar, but after years of hard work, Wang Zhizhou had grown a beard and fat, and had a strong official prestige. , but no one cares about his appearance.

Wang Jinghua knew that his old father didn't believe in Buddhism, so the reason why he rubbed the beads so frequently was to suppress his anger.

He quietly took another look at Cheng Taishan, always feeling that Uncle Cheng could split his head with one slap.

After watching Taishan, he went to look at Mo Lingfeng again, but Mo Lingfeng noticed his gaze, and grabbed him fiercely and fiercely.

Wang Jinghua immediately withdrew from the corner of his eye, and secretly hated himself in his heart for speaking out, and if he spoke behind his back in the future, he would definitely take Sun Jing to the high mountain where there was no one to talk about it.

But Wu Jin has neither wealth nor power, why is she not afraid?
Mo Qianlan sat back, shook his head, stretched his neck, and said to Wang Zhizhou: "Yunsheng, children fight, everyone is at fault, you should be more open-minded, don't pursue it anymore, Wu Jin is a poor family, has no power, no power, can't help it Let's point our fingers."

Forced to be broad-minded, Wang Zhizhou could only nod.

He didn't know why Mo Qianlan took care of Wu Jin so much. Could it be that he waited for Wu Jin to become an official in the court and be his chess player after high school?
Cheng Taishan was sweating all over, and said with a smile: "The Jiedu envoy's case has also been terminated, do you want me to open another table for everyone to have a meal here?"

"No need," Mo Qianlan pulled Mo Lingfeng up, "Ah, let's go home."

Mo Lingfeng yawned loudly, and followed him obediently. When he walked to Wu Jin's side, Mo Qianlan touched Wu Jin's head: "You go too, and take good care of your hands."

Wu Jin didn't move until the brothers and sisters of the Mo family left the study, then bowed to bid farewell to Cheng Taishan and Wang Zhizhou.

Wang Jinghua's stiff body slackened by three points, and before he could completely relax, Wang Zhizhou stood up and said goodbye to Cheng Taishan.

Cheng Taishan walked to the door and patted Wang Jinghua on the shoulder.

Wang Jinghua was about to fall to his knees on the spot, and he held on to his knees so as not to let go. After stepping over the threshold, he suddenly thought why Wu Jin was not afraid.

Wu Jin doesn't ask for anything and doesn't flatter her, that's why she can stand in the midst of power and still hold her head high.

Can people really be so open-minded, there is nothing that should not be said to others?

Impossible, no one is perfect in this world.

As long as one is human, there are mistakes, there are things to be guilty of, and there are shames that cannot be told to anyone.

And the more intelligent and honest the person, the greater the unspeakable crime he committed.

Because smart people are more likely to be attracted by the light of evil, burned by the fire of desire, more likely to touch taboos, and do things that the world cannot tolerate.

Maybe Wu Jin has secretly confessed countless times, but she still can't control herself.

He wants to keep an eye on Wu Jin, find out his fault, and avenge his shame!
After everyone left, only the father and son of the Cheng family were left in the study. Cheng Taishan immediately ordered someone to move the charcoal basin out, open the window, let the cold wind blow in, sweep away the scalding heat in the room, and feel refreshed. few.

He looked at his bastard yaoer, and wanted to teach him some ways to behave in the world, and asked him: "What do you think about today's incident?"

Cheng Ting sat down by himself, stretched out his hand to grab the orange, and his eyes gleamed: "Wu Jin is amazing! That fist can overwhelm Wang Jingha with one hand! I really look at him differently!"

Cheng Taishan clenched his fists, hesitating not to fight: "What else?"

Cheng Ting took a bite of the three-petal orange: "I want to know what Wang Jingha said."

Cheng Taishan got up and raised his hand, just as he was about to appreciate Cheng Ting's violent shudder, he saw Mrs. Cheng approaching in a hurry, sat back quickly, stretched out his fists, and sighed: "You can learn from Wu Jin."

"I know, Dad," Cheng Ting continued to eat, "I will reward Wang Jingha with a punch if he babbles again."

"That's not what it means," Cheng Taishan said with a serious expression, "Wu Jin has the potential to strive for self-improvement, has no intention of clinging to the powerful, and has the virtues of Kundi, generosity and obedience. Your uncle helps him, and he And it doesn't mean that if you don't give in to Jinghua, you will become a great weapon."

Cheng Ting listened carefully: "Father, don't worry, I will curry favor with him."

Cheng Taishan couldn't contain his anger anymore, crossed his legs and took off his shoes, and beat Cheng Ting. Mrs. Cheng stood outside the door, she was relieved to see their father's kindness and filial piety, but suddenly seeing Cheng Taishan angry, she immediately spread her wings and stepped forward Hu Xiaoji: "Cheng! Tai! Shan!"

Cheng Taishan thought something was wrong, he didn't pick up his shoes, he rushed out the door, fled all the way forward, went straight to the second hall of the front office, changed clothes and shoes in the second hall, and asked someone to cook a bowl of sheep noodle soup.

He sat down in the chair waiting for the noodles, and suddenly his heart moved: "Why should I suddenly compare Wu Jin with "Yi"?"

"This is a clue," he closed his eyes and pondered, "If you go up and down, if you don't, if you don't, you will be a bandit, which is not good for a gentleman, and the big will be small. It's an ominous omen!"

Wu Jin didn't know that Cheng Taishan had an idea, so after leaving Cheng's mansion, she stood at the door for a while, listening to the sound of Mo's carriage going away.

His shadow stretched out very long, and the cold wind gently swayed around, until the sound of the carriage disappeared, the shadow was like sand, blown by the wind, and went towards Shishi Street.

When Wu Jin came home wearing crumpled new clothes, Wu's mother was inevitably shocked again. When asked about him, he told the truth: "I had an argument with my classmate and had a fight. Fortunately, I was fine. The Cheng family invited Li I checked the post and didn’t pursue me.”

He has grown up so much, and he has never fought before. It must be a big dispute, but he explained it clearly, and Wu's mother relieved her hanging heart.

She would be most worried if Wu Jin was vague or didn't say anything.

Seeing Wu Jin take off the new clothes with an apologetic face, Wu's mother sighed helplessly, took the clothes and prepared to wash them tomorrow, and asked him again and again if his right hand was okay, and only let him go back to sleep when there was nothing wrong.

Wu Jin went back to the house to write the diary and take a break. It snowed heavily all night, but he slept soundly.

No, it doesn't work.When it is difficult, the way of a gentleman disappears, and the way of a villain grows. Those who get this hexagram will be at odds with each other, and everything will not go smoothly.