"Wu Jin, why are you not surprised at all when you see Leaf?" Cheng Ting popped up and patted Wu Jin hard.
Wu Jin also smiled: "I went out to the city to sell cakes this morning and saw Yin Nan."
Mo Lingfeng also laughed. Cheng Ting loudly asked Dahai to go to the banquet. At the same time, he asked Mo Lingfeng to continue talking about the situation in the fort. The three of them sat at the same table, all listening to the things in the fort and talking about border affairs.
They were talking about Jinlu, but the only one who really cared about the war was Wu Jin.
The war is fought between the two countries. The battle is about the country, power, and wealth. The cost is military pay, food and grass. The emperor and courtiers in Kyoto, the magistrate in Kuanzhou, and the military envoys all fight with an indifferent attitude.
Facing and maneuvering this stalemate war.
But this ongoing war is a flag to the people. The blood on their armor is the rising food prices. The price of charcoal has tripled last winter. The racecourses are no longer free to come and go.
/There are obstacles everywhere.
The country is a bet for the superiors, but it is everything for them to fight against the common people.
The meal lasted for a long time, until the dark night invaded the house little by little from the sky. The candlelight in the house was flickering, and the shadows of the three people were sticking to the ground, each different. Mo Lingfeng stood up to say goodbye, and Wu Jin also stood up to see Mo Lingfeng off.
go back.
Mo Lingfeng came on horseback. At this time, he held the horse and walked home slowly with Wu Jin. Yin Nan appeared and followed her from a distance, burping full of foul smell.
The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the sparse shadows of the elm trees on both sides, and the ground is filled with broken shadows. The sky and the earth are emitting a quiet light. The wind blows a wisp of gardenia fragrance from Mo Lingfeng, lingering on the tip of Wu Jin's nose, holding his sleeve.
, got into his clothes and floated in front of his eyes.
Mo Lingfeng whispered: "Wu Jin, do you think Li Yitie's medical skills are really great?"
Wu Jin nodded: "Yes, when my father broke his legs, no other doctor dared to take over. Only Li Yitie dared to come."
Mo Lingfeng told him about Mo Qianlan's illness: "My brother said that when he returned to Kuanzhou from Kyoto, he fell off a cliff with his horse and man, and he didn't have many good bones in his body. In order to save him, the doctors from the Imperial Hospital negotiated.
He used strong medicine, and although he saved his life, his internal organs were all damaged by the poison, so it was Li Yitie who nursed him back to health."
She picked off a piece of weeds on the side of the road and twisted it around her finger: "Wu Jin, what will I do if my brother is gone?"
A wild cat crossed over the roof, plowed down a handful of fallen leaves, and scattered them on Wu Jin.
He couldn't cross this threshold in his heart, and he didn't want to think deeply about anything about Mo Qianlan - neither the emperor nor the governor had any regrets about the status imposed on them in this struggle.
The saints wrote books and recorded the wisdom of history, which has been passed down to this day. Mr. Zhouxue teaches every day, and it is all about "the way of a university is to be clear and virtuous, to be close to the people, and to strive for perfection." Students study, introspect, and think carefully every day.
, discern clearly, and act diligently, in order to one day serve as an official in the court, to provide rice fields for the people, to provide peace of mind for the country, and to be worthy of the books you read and the food you receive from the world.
The emperor was fighting for the wealth of the ten states, and Mo Qianlan was trying to protect himself, resulting in bloodshed. If it were exposed to the world, it would definitely chill the hearts of those who are loyal to the country.
In Mo Lingfeng's silence, he only said: "Is your brother not doing well?"
"Well," Mo Lingfeng said truthfully, "When I came out, I was very scared. Without my brother, what's the difference between Kuanzhou and Kyoto, and what's the difference between a fort and a desert?"
She lowered her head: "After seeing you, I feel better. If Li Yitie doesn't work, I will find another doctor for my brother."
Because Wu Jin is like a still water running deep, and the light does not shine, making her calm and warm.
Wu Jin turned her head to look at Mo Lingfeng. He could see the fear, anxiety, and concern in her heart. He could also see that there was no weakness in her eyes, but instead a compelling look of arrogance. The red gold collar was in her eyes.
His body also shows his preciousness that is different from others.
She has always been the tender girl in Mo Qianlan's palm, carried on his back, held in his arms, and held in his hands, but she is not really a tender girl, she is the wind, able to be slow and fast, strong and soft.
He unexpectedly met such a girl.
Wu Jin whispered: "Since you have used Li Yitie's medicine, you must trust him."
"Well," Mo Lingfeng threw away the grass in his hand, "but the court told me that Xu Huiran was seriously ill and dying when she first went to Huzhou, and it was the Huzhou doctor who cured her with medicine."
"Don't believe him. Care will lead to chaos. I've heard from Shi Yuan about this. It's just that Miss Xu is homesick and not seriously ill. The Xu family can just go to Huzhou with a bag of Zaoxin loess."
Mo Lingfeng suddenly laughed.
She took out the xun and said, "I will blow the wind and snow cold for you."
In the fort, she tortured people's ears a lot. The chickens next door listened to her cries of ghosts and howls at night, and became languid during the day, and they no longer had the strength to even croak.
She brought the xun to her mouth and tried the sound first, then pressed her fingers and started blowing with a whimper.
The deep and deep sound of the xun echoed in the wide and silent street. Although it was not clever, it was melodious. The cat on the roof had its hair blown, screamed at Mo Lingfeng, and then ran away with its back bowed.
Wu Jin thought to herself that Mo Lingfeng was so smart and could read the words he didn't know once, so why did he always hesitate to play the xun?
He listened carefully, and after a while, he suddenly discovered that there was no sadness or sadness in Mo Lingfeng's xun sound.
She seems to have used her skills to hide the resentment in the xun, and instead promoted the sound of the earth to the extreme, with the vastness of the mountains and rivers, the solemnity of the thunder, the sound of the wind and snow rustling, a thousand sounds mixed together, rising in the gentle wind, which is thought-provoking
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Wu Jin's eyes flashed, and just as he was about to concentrate and listen again, there were curses from the left and right, the windows were opened "bang bang", and they yelled at who was talking nonsense here.
Mo Lingfeng stopped playing Xun, raised his head, took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and blew out a long "Woo" sound. Then he made a "Haha" sound and asked Wu Jin: "Am I playing better than before?"
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Wu Jin nodded: "Yes."
"As long as you agree, when I play the xun in the fortress, someone will come and beat me," Mo Lingfeng said with great joy. "Now, if anyone loses, he has to lie on the ground, and I sit on his back and listen to me
Blow the xun for four quarters of an hour."
"Then I'm afraid no one will bother you again."
"Yeah, but General Zhong likes to hear me play the xun very much. He said that when I play the xun, he thinks of his dead brother."
The two of them chatted and walked towards Mo Mansion. The moonlight stretched their shadows very long, and two sneaky heads poked out from the corner of the street, watching them leave.
Wang Jinghua opened his mouth wide and yawned. His mouth was already big, and he yawned so hard that the corners of his mouth reached his ears. Then he said to Sun Jing, the little toad next to him: "I said Wu Jin is a flatterer. Miss Mo blows it."
So, he still boasts about it."
Sun Jing nodded repeatedly: "Maybe his Jieyuan is the envoy Mo Jiedu who is secretly helping him."
"Definitely," Wang Jinghua gritted his teeth, "just wait and see, I will definitely find out what's wrong with him."
Sun Jing praised him: "You are really persevering and persevering."
The two of them murmured in the dark like evil spirits, waving their lips and tongues for a long time before leaving together.