Touch the cold

Although the jade had to be happy, Mo Zijin still felt a little uncomfortable thinking that the 5 taels of silver had passed away in his hands for nothing and nothing was left behind.So he originally decided to be honest for a few nights, and then he thought about going to "visit" a certain family to get some money.

Coincidentally, the shopkeeper of the Xinyang Bank in the capital city has married No.14 concubines today, and is holding a wedding banquet. It is said that the girl married by the shopkeeper has just turned sixteen, and her pink face is full of spring. She is a rare beauty. Those who are so lively in the city All the merchants came to join in the fun.

Mo Zijin didn't care about beautiful people or bad people, he only cared about the purses and accessories on those old men who sang and drank at the wedding banquet that night.

In fact, Mo Zijin had eaten the wedding banquet at the Xinyang Bank more than once. The lustful bank manager getting married was like changing clothes. Come out with all your treasures.

It was the same today, Mo Zijin took advantage of the chaos and sat in a corner by the side, looking around at the people who came and went. Although there was a lot of laughter and bowing in the wedding hall in front of the main hall, it was nothing more than the words of staying together forever. Tired of hearing it all over again.

After waiting for a long time, until he caught sight of the blurred eyes of the people in the seat above, Mo Zijin knew that it was almost time, so he got up and walked around the crowd, wandering freely with his hands behind his hands.He is thin and thin, dressed in a low-key manner, and his movements are slow, and he usually keeps his head down. After walking this way, no one noticed him, so he walked up to a master in fine clothes, hooked his fingers, The pouch and waist pendant fell firmly into his palm, and he put it into his arms.

So far, things have been going smoothly, but Mo Zijin was thinking about the 5 taels, so he got a little bit greedy today, and went to the side of a old man who was drinking and talking nonsense, and fell in love with him. There was a gold-edged folding fan in the middle, but just as he raised his hand to touch it, the drunk master accidentally grabbed it with his backhand and held his wrist firmly.

Mo Zijin froze, staring wide-eyed at the fleshy hand on his wrist that was clamping him, and then raised his eyes, and saw the master's flushed fleshy face and almost narrowed eyes.Seeing his drunken appearance, Mo Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his expression was not sober, so he stretched his arms and wanted to withdraw his wrist, and ran away quietly, but this master refused to let go. , but increased the strength of the palm a bit.

Probably because of Mo Zijin's slender wrist, this master thought he had caught a woman, so he pulled his arm hard, pulled him into his arms, and muttered something dirty in his mouth. foul language.

When Mo Zijin bumped into this master's arms, his mind went blank. He was choked by the smell of alcohol on his body and almost passed out. He breathed a sigh of relief, twisted his body and tried to break free, but felt that this master was hugging him. It was so tight that he couldn't even turn around, and his hands were still groping around his body, falling from his back to his waist, making Mo Zijin's whole body feel cold and goosebumps arose from touching him. Not so much around, before the hands continued to go downstream, he raised his knees and pushed hard between the man's legs, and then shouted angrily: "Let go!"

This roar could be regarded as revealing, and all the servants around turned their eyes on Mo Zijin, sizing up this person they had never seen before.

Seeing this scene, Mo Zijin knew that he had caused trouble, so he let out a breath to calm himself down, and then, while the servants were still stunned, he suddenly raised his foot towards the groaning master lying on the ground. He kicked his ass hard, and ran out the door.

"Chase!"

"Stop, don't run!"

The boys also came to their senses at this time, quickly copied the guy and chased after Mo Zijin.

Fortunately, Mo Zijin was originally a snitch, and he was very familiar with the streets and alleys of this city. He turned left and right through two alleys, and finally got rid of the boys behind him.

In the dark corner at the end of the alley, Mo Zijin leaned his back against the wall. Hearing the roars of these people go away, he finally let go of his heart, and walked down the path to his home with a wry smile. After calming down, he suddenly felt the pain on his wrist. It was burning hot, rolled up the sleeves and took a look under the moonlight, and found five red finger marks on the wrist, probably because the drunk master had exerted too much force.

"Damn it." Mo Zijin cursed in no one's place, flicked his wrist to relieve the pain, took out the purse and jade pendant from his waist with the other hand, weighed them as he walked, and lost his mind after thinking about it. When he slammed his back into the door of his own house, he didn't even notice that the candles in the house were burning. When he crossed the threshold and turned around, he was surprised to find that Qin Yi was sitting peacefully in the house with his head slightly tilted. look at him.

Mo Zijin was startled by a living person suddenly appearing in his room, and dropped the things in his hands to the ground with a few bangs, and asked Qin Yi angrily: "You... who let you in? ?”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mo Zijin regretted it, recalling that Qin Yi was deaf and couldn't hear him at all, so he frowned, pointed at the door of the room and pointed at himself.

Qin Yi smiled faintly, lowered his head and picked up the ink pen at hand, dipped it in the ink he had just grinded, wrote a line on the paper, and held it up for Mo Zijin to read.

It said on the paper: "You can speak, I can read lips."

Mo Zijin looked at this line of words, pursed his lips, bent down to pick up the things on the ground, and approached Qin Yi with full of vigilance. For some reason, it was clearly his own room, but because Qin Yi was here, he let him go. Mo Zijin felt a little restrained, as if he was the host and he was the guest.

"I have returned the jade, why are you still looking for me?" Mo Zijin asked after he stabilized his mind.

Qin Yi nodded, and wrote with a pen: "It has nothing to do with Nayu, we meet again, I just want to ask you for a favor."

Mo Zijin glanced at Qin Yi expressionlessly, sat down at the other corner of the desk, and shook his head with his eyes downcast.

Qin Yi's hand holding the pen froze for a moment, a drop of ink from the tip of the pen landed on the paper, and a large ink flower bloomed, and as he wrote a few words on the ink flower, Qin Yi wrote a few words and pushed them to Mo Zijin. In front of him: "You refused before I told you what I was doing?"

Mo Zijin propped his face with his hands, stared blankly at the two words on the paper, pursed his lips in silence, he only had an attitude of respect and distance towards Qin Yi.

Seeing that Mo Zijin didn't speak, Qin Yi pulled back the paper on the table and wrote, "You hate me?"

Mo Zijin opened his mouth slightly, shook his head, wanted to explain his attitude but felt that he couldn't explain it, and it was not easy to refute the Qin family's face, so he hesitated and asked: "Forget it, you go first, you What do you want me to do for you?"

Qin Yi bent his eyes, picked up a pen and wrote a long list on the paper: "I know that you are usually free, and you like to set up a storytelling stand on the corner of the street to talk about the world, so I want to ask you to relieve my boredom when I am bored. Come to the single-space room in the Qin Mansion, come in and out as you like, I will pay you 3000 taels a month, how about it?"

Before the ink on the paper was completely dry, Mo Zijin's eyes were glued to the three words "3000 taels", and he raised his head after a long time and said, "3000 taels? Mr. Qin thinks highly of me, doesn't he?"

Seeing what Mo Zijin said, Qin Yi knew that he was tempted, so he wanted to catch him, stopped talking and stopped persuading him, and continued to write: "Master, think slowly first, don't rush." ​​After writing, he got up, paused and continued. Added a sentence: "Remember to apply the wound on the wrist."

After Mo Zijin saw this sentence, he looked down at his wrist. Under the lights in the room, the fingerprints became more obvious, with a faint numbness.

"Thank you for your concern." Mo Zijin raised his head to thank Qin Yi, but found that he had already stepped out of the room, leaving only the scent of ink in the room mixed with the faint fragrance of Jianan, which smelled inexplicably good.