When someone called and turned his head, a man was pointing at Geom Woo-bin with his finger.
“Is it Geom Woo-bin?”
“Who… Nine?” The man’s face contorted. “How can you not recognize it? Because of you, I’ve been practicing closure for three years!”
“So who…?”
“I’m a classmate of the Soga-ju of the Dong family!”
“Ah! It’s changed a bit.”
The appearance had changed, too, but her memory was fading because she wasn’t interested at all.
“It was nice to meet you. I will pay you back the debt I owed you three years ago.”
Geom Woo-bin asked her classmate Changmin, who grabbed her sword handle.
“You want to fight here?”
It was the worst place for Zhugellsae, who was about to receive a gold tax bill. Alumni, who caught the attention of the people, secretly let go of the knife handle he was holding.
“Let’s go outside.”
“Wait. I have some business to do with Zhuge.”
“You want to get a drink? Come out quickly!”
Geom Woo-bin left behind the shouting classmates and headed to the Rye Dang. Before he moved a few steps, the existence of Dong Chang-min disappeared from Geom Woo-bin’s memory.
“Friend! I didn’t know you’d come so soon, didn’t you?”
Geom Woo-bin took out her business without even omitting her greetings.
“You know Mandokmun?”
“It happened when I couldn’t poo and pee, but I know. But why Mandokmun?”
“Mandokmunju Machungsan is here now.”
Jegal-hoon’s face hardened. “Machungsan? The fact that you even know the name is unmistakable information. If it wasn’t for sure, you wouldn’t have come to me.”
Jegal-hoon asked cautiously, “Do you even know where it is?”
He couldn’t reveal that the priests were watching, so he was about to say that he didn’t know the exact location, when he heard Seok-san’s voice.
―The death penalty, the two idiots missed, so there is no need to lie.
“I don’t know the location, but I think I know the plot of Mt. Geom Woo-bin, who recounted the story he had heard from Geum Hong.”
“There may be more than those three items, so it’s best to do a thorough inspection.”
“How do you know about him?”
“We are not friends to whom we should confide all our secrets.”
“Are you still here to rescue me?”
“Because they are friends.”
Geom Woo-bin left the party, saying, “Now it’s out of my hands. Unleash your genius.”
“For a moment!” Jegal-hun’s eyes gleamed like a pathetic cat as he rolled the wheelchair and came closer.
“Can I stay at Sega?”
“It will never put you in danger.”
―The promises of those who can’t keep themselves can’t be trusted.
“Okay.”
Geom Woo-bin extended a hand out to Seo Seok-san, who sighed.
―There is a priest in Seo, but when I worry about it, I don’t trust the priest. isn’t it?
-Yes. Trust me. He seemed to feel better.
Jegal-hoon personally guided Geom Woo-bin to the room he was staying in.
“It’s right next to my room.”
The guide was not right next to the room, it was just one room. In the middle, there was a study and a place to drink tea, and on the left was Jegal-hoon’s room and Geom Woo-bin occupied the room on the right.
There were over three thousand books in the library. “You can use them all as you do. Then I will come and see you.”
“How are you going to talk about Mandokmun?”
“I am the rye owner. it will work out somehow.”
There was nothing good about the fact that Geom Woo-bin informed him about Mandokmun. Naturally, she would try to figure out what happened, and she had no other way to explain it other than the Blood Lion.
Zhuge Hun didn’t know about the Blood Lion, but he knew there was something he couldn’t say to Geom Woo-bin. Zhuge Hoon, who was not called a genius for nothing, had no intention of revealing that the source of information on Mandokmun was indeed Geom Woo-bin himself.
After Jegal-hoon left the room, Geom Woo-bin, who was looking around the study, took out Sima-cheon’s morale and went into the room. She also had a chair in her study, but reading a book was most comfortable on her stomach. As the book turned about ten pages, he could feel someone entering the room. “Hoon-ah, I’m going to rest in my room. I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m on the verge of collapse. Don’t ask me why I left my room here.”
Even if he didn’t ask, he told me well.
“Because you can’t sleep because the guys put scorpions in every corner.”
The door swung open and a woman with her eyes half-closed came in. She said, “I’m thinking about whether I should give up the nickname ‘Seol Junghwa.’ At first, she thought she was fine, so she took care of her facial expressions, but now she was paralyzed in the face and it felt like it was going to fall off like plaster. Are you reading a book? I’ll sleep next to you.”
Then, he took off her coat and threw it away. She half-opened her eyes and she could see Geom Woo-bin, and then he crawled into the blanket.
Fortunately, the bed was wide enough to lie on its side. “You go out and make some friends… Yeah, pretty girls…”
The woman, who had not stopped talking to her, turned her head to look at Wooo-bin. She blinked a couple of times and said, “Isn’t that Hoon? Who?”
There was no sign of surprise on her face, as she slept. “Hun is your friend.”
“A child of the Murimse family? student?”
“No.”
“Okay then.” She closed her eyes and she soon heard her snoring low. She was invited by Zhuge Hoon, and she was only reading a book, but by chance a woman in underwear was sleeping next to her.
―It looks like Zhuge’s daughter, Zhuge Palmer. Heh heh…
―Priest Seo, what is the meaning of that last smile?
-Can I tell you something? Of course I won’t see it.
-Don’t tell me anything. I’ll just read a book.
―A beautiful woman like that is sleeping next to her in underwear, can you see the text?
―If you keep the priest standing quietly, you will be able to come in.
Seo Seok-san muttered, ‘You have to eat the rolled-in rice cake.’
Unlike Seo Seok-san’s Ki-woo, Geom Woo-bin devoured his morale. Among his morals, the unreadable filial piety Bongi (孝武 本紀) made him forget the Zhuge Palm sleeping next to him.
Geom Woo-bin, who had been reading her filial piety for a long time, turned her head at her strange feeling. Zhuge Palm, who she thought was asleep, was lying on her stomach, staring at Woo-bin, her sword.
Her eyes met for a brief moment, said Zhuge Palm, after a time that felt strangely long. “The expression on the face of reading a book is warm and similar. But are you really Hoon’s friend? You look two or three years older than Hoon.”
“I’m one year younger.”
“Five! So twelve or three? I heard that I am not a Moorim… Right? When I’m sleepy, I lose my mind.”
Even when he was to wake up, he wouldn’t feel like he was fully conscious.
“Yes. It’s rude and it doesn’t matter.”
“Then you can relax your face.”
Zhuge Palm, who had cleaned his facial muscles by twitching his mouth and cheeks, asked.
“Name is?”
“Geom Woo-bin.”
“A place to live.”
“Hangzhou.”
“The work.”
“The drunkard.” Zhuge Palmereo clapped his hand.
“Ah! You are that Geom Woo-bin!”
“Hoonie talked about it a couple of times. You say it’s called soju line? Your aunt and uncle, Hangzhou Saseon, are like real gods. I also want to go to Hangzhou. The night view there was really dead.”
She was quite a chatty woman. Fortunately, Zhuge Palm’s chatter did not last long. The owner of her room had returned. Zhuge Gal-hun looked at the clothes that fell to the ground and the palms of Zhuge.
Geom Woo-bin and Zhuge Palm-ryeo also saw Jegal-hoon. That time went on. Leaving behind such a strange time of silence, Zhuge Gal-hoon rolled the wheel and left the room.
“Why is he there?”
“You are the one who is acting weird.”
“That one? Oh! It’s the first strange name I’ve ever heard. don’t you have any brothers It’s awkward to call them bro or sister.”
Zhuge Palm, who raised his upper body, stretched him out for a long time. Thanks to that, Geom Woo-bin’s eyes strengthened.
“Now, shall we go back to Seoljunghwa and serve guests? I have to tell my father never to wash my face in gold minutes. I’m bored to death.”
She left the room in her underwear and said, ‘Huh? Were you taking off her clothes?’
She came back and put her clothes on. “What the hell is going on?! Why is your sister taking her clothes off and in bed with Woo-bin?”
Zhuge Zhuge, who had a hardened expression on her face, was no longer the woman she used to be. Zhuge Palme, which exuded a chill that seems to freeze if he was next to him, passed by without a word and disappeared.
“Why are you going back to Seoljunghwa now? Damn it!”
The suspicious gaze was fixed on Geom Woo-bin, who was then left alone. “I was reading a book and you came and slept next to me. Taking off your clothes… Would it be comfortable?”
It was a very brief explanation, but it was enough to make Jegal-Hun understand.
“Eww! By the way, that punk. When I’m sleepy, I can’t come to my senses. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that he’s mean, it’s that he’s a hater. That noona like that is one of the Six Dragons and Sambongs of the late faction index.”
“How did you go?”
Jegal-hoon smiled broadly. “As you said, poisonous substances were found in salt, tea, and alcohol. We’re working secretly in Sega right now, so we’ll catch those who did hard reading soon. Other foods are being investigated.”
If one didn’t know the conspiracy, you would be able to stop it if you don’t know.
“Only my father knows that you gave the information. If you tell someone else that you got the information from the rye, you can pass it on, but it doesn’t work for your father, the head of the house. do not worry. Because you promised to keep it a secret.”
“Ah!”
“Why?”
“No, I won’t be waiting this long.”
When one leg hurt, I shifted to the other leg, leaned my back against the wall, and eventually squatted down. Thousands of people came in and out through the gate, but Geom Woo-bin was nowhere to be seen.
“Did this kid run away?”
Alumni crouched down in the warm sun and began to doze off.
Zhugell Sega captured seven Mandokmundo and thinned out five foods, including salt and tea, which became Hadok. Although he struggled to replace those items, the gold taxation proceeded without a hitch.
On that day, a huge number of people gathered in Zhuge. Not only the Moorim people but also onlookers came to see the golden tax collection, which was rare in Moorim. It was a perfect day to wash your face without a single cloud. On one side of the dance hall, a pedestal of ten by ten and three by length was made, and only the family of the Zhuge Sega were seated on it.
Representatives from each clan were seated in the VIP seats around it, and Gaju and Jangmunin were present in four of the Hwangbosega and Gudaemun sects. The ceremony of washing the water in gold with a loud and long gong started.
The collaboration that Zhuge Sega had done in Moorim was exaggeratedly recited. Then, the life of Zhuge Zhuang, who was washing the money, was also beautified and spread among the people. And finally, the gold-plated washbasin was lifted up on the pedestal.
The washbasin, which shone yellow in the sunlight, was more than enough to make people close their mouths.
Zhuge Sega captured seven Mandokmundo and thinned out five foods, including salt and tea, which had become Hadok. Although they had a hard time replacing those items, the gold tax collection proceeded without any setbacks.
On that day, a huge number of people gathered in Zhuge. Not only the Moorim people but also onlookers came to see the golden tax collection, which was rare in Moorim. It was a perfect day to wash one’s face without a single cloud. On one side of the dance hall, a pedestal of ten by ten and three by length was made, and only the family of the Zhuge Sega were seated on it.
Representatives from each clan were seated in the VIP seats around it, and Gaju and Jangmunin were present in four of the Hwangbosega and Gudaemun sects. The ceremony began with a loud and long gong. The collaboration that Zhuge Sega had done in Moorim was exaggeratedly recited. Then, the life of Zhuge Zhuang, who was washing the money, was also beautified and spread among the people.
And finally, a gold-plated washbasin had been placed on the pedestal. Silence spread as if the washbasin, which glittered yellow in sunlight, had the effect of closing people’s mouths.
Zhuge Guk, who looked at the washbasin with an expressionless expression, rolled up his sleeve. It was funny that all the silver coins I had accumulated in Moorim for fifty years could only be washed with water in a gilded washbasin.
Everyone in attendance then waited in silence for Zhuge’s hand to touch the water, and the nerves of those in charge of the guard were sharpened like sharp blades.
As if Zhuge Guk’s hands were washing his face every day, he went into the washbasin. Water dripped from his raised hand, and as he wiped the net with the towel he brought to him, cheers erupted.
It was the moment when Zhuge Guk finally retired from Moorim.