Our Hometown

Chapter 60 The Mojia Moments

“You sang last night!”

Zhuo Ji said that Yun Lang came out of the ugly room and eagerly said.

Yun Lang’s head hurt so badly that they were dragged into the ugly room by Liang Weng last night. At the beginning, they had a little consciousness, and later they knew nothing.

His head hurts, his mouth is thirsty, and he wants to drink water very much, but apart from Liang Weng, who is squatting at the door in the sun to pretend to be deaf, ugly, worms, and Liang Weng’s sick wife are all gone.

Listened to Zhuo Ji’s eagerness and said annoyed while making tea.

“I am a lot of people, I will sing one or two songs from time to time, next time I will sing you better, and disturb you to sleep, you will forget it!”

“No, the short song you sang last night is really good, but it is a sentence with an imposing ending, so that this short song only has self-pity but no mountain-like river-like momentum, and eventually falls into the lower class.”

“There is such a thing? What song did I sing last night that made you feel so emotional?”

Finally got the resurrection of Yun Lang who was drinking tea, and his brain became bright.

Zhuo Ji looked at Yun Lang with pity: “It seems to be just a coincidence of a flash of light. After all, he is young and has limited intellect. You can write a better short song in another ten years.

Fortunately, I will remember it for you sooner or later, otherwise, a rare good song will be wasted in vain.

Listen well-be a song to wine … life geometry … such as Chao Lu, going to suffer a lot … “

After listening to the first sentence, the sweat on Yunlang’s forehead drooped down … He remembered that the last sentence of Cao Cao’s “Singing Song” is-the mountain does not hate the height, the sea does not hate the deep, Zhou Gong vomits and feeds, and the world is at home! “

He wanted to cover Zhuo Ji’s mouth immediately. The woman’s voice was loud and loud, and it was estimated that she could hear clearly across the two streets.

Cao Cao just sang this song, and then was slammed by Zhou Yu’s burning **** … Yun Lang now felt that his neck was very itchy, and there might be a ghost head knife missing this position.

The person who sang this song in the Han Dynasty didn’t end well … Cao Chengxiang was not spared.

When Yun Lang, who was panic-stricken, was almost drowned by sweat, Zhuo Ji and the soprano sang “Three Circles Around the Tree, No Branches to Support”, and stopped in regret, saying to Yun Lang: “I still haven’t enough … … “

“It’s gone?” Yun Lang asked hopefully.

“No, you sang here last night, and sang miserably three times, and then you got drunk … You are fine today, so think about it and make up the last sentence!”

Listening to Zhuo Ji’s words, Yun Lang’s heart about to jump out finally settled down and wiped the sweat on his forehead: “Just so, things in this world are unsatisfactory. Sometimes incompleteness is also a kind of beauty, more often can save lives! “

Just when the two were chatting, someone knocked on the door.

Lao Liang opened the door, and found two old men standing in front of him, one with gray hair, but his face was like a crown jade, three strands of long beard floating on his chest, extraordinary momentum, the clothes on his body, although the embroidery was excellent, but a little worn.

The other was dressed in a dark gray dress, five short statures, a belly as big as a drum, and the sapphire hairpins inserted in his hair were not ordinary things at first glance.

Before the old Liang saw the ceremony, the old man in deep clothes threw him a handful of money and said, “I disturbed Gao Lin. I was aroused by the song of the accuser. I want to hear it again, and ask the host to be surprised. “

After speaking, the old man in deep clothes walked into the courtyard by himself, sat on the seat with his companion, and pointed at Zhuo Ji: “Oh, it’s a good color, let’s have another song!”

Liang Weng didn’t dare to block it, he only looked at Yun Lang helplessly, and Yun Lang waved his hand to signal Liang Weng to leave.

Haha’s arched hands smiled and said: “The elder’s name has not been consulted yet.”

The old man with three locks smiled and said, “Remember, this is my grand lord Han Ze who is in charge of Yuefu. He often walks around your majesty. Miao Yin can’t be without wine. “

The big music order Han Ze laughed: “Does the famous prince Guangying Liu Ying, the descendant of the Emperor Wen, and the bloodline of the back sinus come to threaten the children with the old man’s small big music order?”

Hearing this person was Liu Guanghou, the former angry Zhuo Ji, he immediately put on a smiling face, and he twisted a lot on the waist of Yun Lang who was silly thinking about the bladder problem, and then went up. The previous step said: “The little girl had no intention to sing a new word.

The noble is a little calm, and Rong Xiaonv sings again. “

Liu Ying didn’t look at Zhuo Ji’s beautiful face, but looked at Yun Lang deeply: “The heart of a young man is like a bear and a gall of a tiger. With the help of Yuanshuoli, he can get 3,000 acres of land in Shanglin Garden. Building a manor is really rare.

Han Ze, do you think anyone who can fight with His Majesty can be scared by me as soon as possible? “

Zhuo Ji’s color changed, Yun Lang stepped forward and said: “In short, it is a matter of benefiting the country and the people, and it is also the kindness of your majesty, the princess is generous, and the national road is prosperous. Only such a small gamble.”

Han Ze admired Yun Lang ’s light and breezy face: “Bangguang Hou has always liked the technique of organizing news, soaked in this way for forty years, and admired the world for everyone. Master Li is a descendant of the royal family. It ’s also the Mojia moment. “

Han Ze said this, Zhuo Ji ’s body trembles badly. The Mohists are from Mozhai. After the poultry is slippery, the Mohists are divided into three phases: Xiang Li ’s ink, Xiang Fu ’s ink, and Deng Ling ’s ink.

Most of the ink come from the lower class of society, with the purpose of “enhancing the benefits of the world and eliminating the harm of the world” as the purpose of teaching the world.

They wear fur brown (broken sheepskin) as their clothes, and lie on the grass (straw sandals) as their clothes. The Mexicans can “go to the edge, never die.”

Zhuo Ji is very afraid that Yun Lang ’s master is the Mo School … The Mo secret technique is never passed away. Once it is passed on, he will have to be pursued even if he is dead.

People once guessed that Yun Lang’s teachers were only dispelled by Yun Lang’s comfortable character. He doubted that Yun Lang was a child of Molang.

Now, the Mojia Mozi Liu Ying has been chased, Zhuo Ji suddenly remembered Yun Lang said that he is a teacher and abandonment, her body shakes even more.

“Mencius said that if the world does not belong to Yang, then it belongs to the ink. (Yang Zhu, who said” pull a hair and benefit the world not to do “, and Mozi who advocates” both love “) Yunlang, you Where does the teacher go? “

Liu Ying sat down, and Yun Lang discovered that this guy in old clothes was indeed stepping on a pair of straw shoes.

Yun Lang smiled and said: “Ji Zi She is at the end. Since you were attracted by Zhuo’s eldest daughter’s voice, why not, drink some tea first, and listen to the new tune that the two will never forget?”

Liu Yingleng a moment, a pair of slender white hands on the case table, softly said: “Tang suddenly.” The voice was low, even a bit sad.

Yun Lang arched his hand: “The elders are calm, the Yun family has some novel soup to worship, and let Yun Lang prepare it.”

Yun Lang went to the kitchen, and the terrified Zhuo Ji also went to the kitchen. As soon as he rushed in, he grabbed Yun Lang’s hand and begged, “Don’t tell me that you are a mob of the Mo family.”

Yun Lang kept under his hands, and skillfully put the broken tea cake into the tea pot, and laughed: “When a royal child became the Mojia moment, the Mojia basically finished.

Don’t be afraid of them, they are almost done. “

“Are you the Mojia abandonment?” Zhuo Ji’s tears are coming down. Her Zhuo’s iron smelting workshop is now using the iron smelting method given by Yun Lang.

If the Mo family began to pursue, she dare not think about the consequences.

Yun Lang quickly put a few plates of pastries on the dinner plate and handed it to Zhuo Ji: “Relax, I can’t fight with the Mo family.”

Zhuo Ji held the wooden plate in doubt and said, “Really?”

Yun Lang smiled and said: “Naturally is true, it is much higher than theirs.”

Zhuo Ji already understood the meaning of the word senior, since Yun Lang said this ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ should be true, as long as Yun Lang is not the Mo family, the two people who come to the house today, no matter how honorable their status is, It’s just two guests.

Zhuo Ji carried mung bean cake and colorful rice cakes out. Yun Lang looked through the door and looked at the two men again.

He was convinced that the Yuefu Dayling was indeed due to Zhuo Ji ’s voice, because this old man, who he had seen a few days ago, was the one who stood with him on the second floor to see Yanglingyi.

However, such people generally observe the etiquette. Even if they want to come, they will send a servant to say it first, and they will come after they are welcomed by the host.

Slapped the door like this, I am afraid it was the encouragement from the bladder.

The tea was boiling and the fragrance was overflowing. Both Han Ze and Liu Ying liked this medicinal soup.

The three people were amazed by this southern Jiamu, and they were even more affirmative about Yunjia’s cakes.

Of course, Zhuo Ji’s singing was also very successful. Yuefu Dayling made great respect for this “short song”. White silk was to be recorded on the spot and recorded in person.

Glanced at Yun Lang secretly, and it turned out to be foggy. The white silk was covered with large and small circles or dots, and square boxes of different sizes, like graffiti.

After drinking tea for two rounds, the big music made Han Ze happy with Zhuo Ji to use an guqin to finalize the new song.

Liu Ying said sadly: “The world does not know why the Mo family is so long.”

Yun Lang watched Liu Ying silent for a moment, and whispered: “The waterwheel, the moment of the water mill is known?”

Liu Ying nodded.

Yun Lang smiled and said: “I have a problem.”

Liu Ying’s face also appeared with a smile on his face, and said: “Lang Guan, please, as long as it is beneficial to my Mojia, everything can be discussed.”