After Mo Lingfeng finished a bowl of cherry cheese, he felt cold in his stomach, but his body was still hot. The wind in the city was much warmer than the wind in the village, and even had the feeling of summer heat, but it was not yet the Dragon Boat Festival, and the weather was still hot.
There is opportunity for repetition.
She wanted to eat more, but Mo Qianlan refused. He opened a folding fan to fan her, and asked his servants to bring breakfast.
Before the Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Qianlan had already asked the kitchen to make rice dumplings and cut three plates, including candied dates and beans. He also filled a bowl of sugar for Mo Lingfeng and poured a cup for Mo Qianlan.
honey water.
Zhao Shiheng had a toothache recently. Seeing honey and sugar, the roots of his teeth softened. He took the opportunity to teach Mo Lingfeng: "You should eat less sugar and you must take good care of your teeth. I have a toothache now."
Mo Lingfeng quickly put down his chopsticks and stretched out his hands to touch Zhao Shiheng's cheeks, feeling very distressed: "Uncle, did you order tooth decay medicine? The toothache is extremely painful."
She touched her cheek again and said with lingering fear: "It hurts really bad."
With her life at risk, she picked up the chopsticks again to pick up the rice dumplings and dip them in sugar: "After eating, I will rinse my mouth."
Zhao Shiheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw her eating sugar with fear on her face. He asked someone to make strong tea and rinsed Mo Lingfeng's mouth after the meal.
There was a dazzling breakfast, in addition to sugar rice dumplings, there were also sugar dimes. After hearing the news, the big yellow dog came and lay down at Mo Lingfeng's feet, rubbing it very lovingly and flatteringly. He also got a piece of rice dumplings, and he immediately spread his teeth and was very happy.
Tail wagging.
Mo Lingfeng looked down at it: "Stop biting."
It immediately became unhappy, pulled a face, bit the rice dumpling, changed its seat, and squatted at Zhao Shiheng's feet.
Zhao Shiheng opened a bun and took a look. Seeing that sugar juice was flowing inside, he almost despaired. Mo Qianlan quickly pushed over another plate of buns: "Eat this, this is meat."
Zhao Shiheng drank a bowl of soup and ate three steamed buns. While eating, he helped Mo Lingfeng's toothache. After eating, he lectured Mo Qianlan earnestly: "If her tooth breaks, it's all your fault!"
"It took her a long time to come back," Mo Qianlan argued. "There's no way to eat sweets in the fort."
He changed his words and said, "The guy above is still holding back some terrible bad news. He can't find out any news."
Zhao Shiheng had no choice but to follow him and change the subject: "It's a good thing that we can't find out the news. I'm just afraid that His Majesty will release some specious news."
After Mo Lingfeng rinsed his mouth, thin beads of sweat formed on the tip of his nose. He took the fan from Mo Qianlan's hand and fanned it wildly: "Your Majesty has not made any move, what are you waiting for?"
Zhao Shiheng said: "Waiting for the opportunity."
There was something he had not said in his mind: "I just don't know who his sword will be pointed at this time."
Perhaps His Majesty has spied from their plans that the Mo family is being handed over to Mo Lingfeng. There is no point in leaving Mo Qianlan behind. Compared with Mo Qianlan, a little girl is obviously easier to deal with.
However, His Majesty is not adventurous, so he may still want to find something from Mo Qianlan.
After eating this sweet and salty breakfast, Zhao Shiheng left the table and went to deal with things in the house for Jiedushi, while Mo Qianlan held Mo Lingfeng's hand and took her for a walk around the house slowly.
The home is still the same as before.
The yellow sand tank behind the screen in the second hall contains a tank of turquoise water, in which three red crucian carp swim leisurely. There is a wisteria flower stand in the courtyard, which is bright green.
Walking out of the second hall, the roses are blooming in the corridor, and the Lingxiao flowers outside the study are still sprouting branches and leaves, fluttering on the eaves. The ancient trees in Jiusixuan are becoming more and more towering, with deep roots and lush leaves, blocking the sky and the sun, and are full of babblers.
The huge shadow made the ground covered with green moss.
The gardenia flowers in the back garden are so fragrant that they stain your clothes.
Without Mo Lingfeng, Mo Mansion lacked popularity. Flowers and trees grew wildly, almost submerging the roads. When Mo Lingfeng came back, he flattened the roses that had bloomed on the bluestone and broke many gardenias.
, stuck it on his head, stuck it on Mo Qianlan's temple, and stuffed it into his sleeve.
"Brother, I saw a wolf." She put her head into the gardenia to look for bees. "It looks very fierce. Jinlu is also fierce and cunning. If he can't be beaten, he will run into the deserted sand. As soon as we enter,
You'll get lost."
There were no bees, let alone honey. She straightened up and said, "I paid for that honey when I was in Sanchuan Village. There are so many flowers at home, why aren't there any?"
"Someone must be cleaning it," Mo Qianlan reached out to touch her sweaty face, "Did bees sting you?"
Mo Lingfeng replied loudly: "It's stinging. My head was covered with bruises. General Zhong laughed at me as a pig's head."
"Oh, Zhong Jiaqing," Mo Qianlan thought of this person, "he is quite lucky."
Mo Lingfeng felt the same, and said that Zhong Jiaqing was really lucky. One time, Jinlu attacked Sanchuan Village, and he happened to go to Huaiyuan Village to ask for food.
She was chirping and talking very lively. Mo Qianlan nodded as she listened, thinking that Ah Shao's eyes were always so interesting.
She knew that Zhong Jiaqing was lucky, and she also knew that Zhong Jiaqing would bargain. She asked him for a black-brown horse, but he would only give him a yellow-flowered horse. When Feng Fan asked him for a long iron sword, he gave Feng Fan a big sword.
No, I said I would give it later.
She found that Feng Fan was always unlucky, and the commanders laughed at him for trying to curry favor with Zhong Jiaqing. In order to show his innocence, he refused to go to Zhong Jiaqing to ask for food. As a result, he was attacked by a sneak attack and stabbed twice. Wherever he went, he would be killed.
There must be some golden robbers coming and going.
She also didn't understand where the Nomad Lord had eaten. After eating so much, he neither grew taller nor gained any flesh. Everything he ate was in vain. It was a huge waste of food.
She was also glad that Yin Nan did not have a military household, otherwise with Yin Nan's bloody killing method, Yin Nan would have taken over before she could become the commander.
Everything was fresh and lovely in her eyes. As Mo Qianlan listened, she also became alive.
When the brother and sister returned from admiring the flowers, Mo Lingfeng ate another cup of cherry cheese and a large bowl of cold sophora leaves.
Mo Qianlan was very tired. He ate a bowl of japonica rice porridge and a few noodles. He put down his chopsticks and looked at Mo Lingfeng and blinked.
Mo Lingfeng became blurry in his eyes, with a vague shadow.
He quickly closed his eyes and waited for a moment before opening them. His eyes were still shaking, and he couldn't breathe. He was extremely weak, and his muscles and bones were collapsing and limp: "Ah Gu..."
He squeezed his thigh hard to regain some energy: "Ah, brother, I'm going to take a nap for a while. You can have some fun by yourself."
Mo Lingfeng was still blurry in his eyes, and he couldn't tell clearly whether she nodded or shook her head. Her ears were buzzing, and she stood up with her hands on the armrests of the chair. He called out Yin Bei.
Then his body tilted to the ground involuntarily.
He subconsciously used his hands to support the table to prevent Mo Lingfeng from seeing his weakness. However, he grabbed it randomly with both hands and caught nothing. He just fell heavily to the ground. His vision was still very blurry. Mo Lingfeng was in front of him.
He was shaking back and forth, as if he was worried, and he seemed to be crying.
Just take a break.
I don't know who put him on the bed and fed him some ginseng tea. He slowly took a breath and grabbed Mo Lingfeng's hand: "It's okay, I'm okay. Is Li Yitie here?"
"Uncle went to invite you." Mo Lingfeng's eyes were red.