Wu Jin deliberated and wrote for a long time, writing down everything that happened in Mo Mansion on paper, trying his best to be as detailed as possible, so that Mo Lingfeng could see everything about Mo Mansion from between the lines.
The more she knows, the less likely she is to make random guesses, and the more she knows that the Mo family has not collapsed yet, and that if the Mo family is to continue to stand, it is even more necessary to rely on her strength in the fortress.
A wet cold wind suddenly swept in outside, making him shiver, and there was a little ink smear on the paper.
He did not change the paper, but waited for the ink to dry, and continued to write: "I think the ancestors once said, 'Governing a big country is like cooking small delicacies.' Mao Chuan also said, 'A fish will be broken into pieces when it is troubled, and it will fall apart if you govern the people's troubles. You know how to cook fish.
Then you know how to govern the people. If you govern a country in this way, you should also manage your family in this way. You should not be overwhelmed, but you should walk slowly and meditate."
Qi Chang brought the brazier in, placed it at his feet, served hot tea, quietly glanced at the paper, then quickly withdrew his gaze and left.
Wu Jin did not stop writing: "These are the things I did today. Do you think there are any omissions? I am with you in everything in the house. I will not hide anything from you or lie to you. You can march in the fortress with peace of mind."
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Remember, if you delay things quickly, you will be quick and you will be successful; if you delay things urgently, you will make many mistakes if you are busy.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I look forward to returning, Wu Jin."
After reading the letter from beginning to end, he put the pen on Bijia Mountain and folded the letter in a box, waiting to be sent to Baozhai from Yinbei tomorrow.
Putting his hands on the brazier, he turned them over and over to warm them, his eyes slowly passing over the three sets of tables and chairs arranged in rows.
When Cheng Ting came back from Hengshan, he immediately rushed to Jeju to take part in the special examination. He would not come back until the end of August. If Cheng Ting was here, Mo Lingfeng would be more relaxed.
He couldn't imagine how Mo Lingfeng would face one after another bad news. He couldn't share her grief. Zhao Shiheng's death had already made her cry, let alone Mo Qianlan.
The autumn rain began to fall, followed by three or four more rains, and the climate in Kuanzhou quickly turned cold. The woman who was still wearing a gauze shirt the day before put on a jacket this day, and it was also rainy in autumn.
, students taking the exam are miserable.
It was not until the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival that the heavy rain stopped. The breeze was cool and the sky was clear and the clouds were clear.
That night, Baozhai lowered the pontoon bridge, and Mo Lingfeng led a team of people back to the city quietly.
She rolled her saddle and dismounted her horse in front of the mansion. When she saw someone sneaking around in front of the mansion, she strode forward. Without waiting for the person to make any quibbles, she raised her whip and whipped the person to the ground, wailing.
The guard who was on duty opened the door in panic amidst wailing sounds. Before he could see clearly who the twisted black figure on the ground was, Mo Lingfeng had already thrown the riding whip to Yin Nan and strode into the house. The team behind her
Twenty soldiers followed suit and walked up the stone steps without looking back.
The disciple bowed his head and saluted: "Gu"
The sound of cold wind as the soldiers walked swallowed up his other words. He was stunned in place, watching this group of women's soldiers walk in rudely and boldly, their footsteps were sonorous and powerful, and there was no sign of weakness at all.
After leaving the female soldiers to Yin Nan to settle down, Mo Lingfeng walked quickly into the second hall to see Mo Qianlan. Before he saw Mo Qianlan, he first saw Li Yitie in the corridor.
Li Yitian looked up at the sky with his sleeves and saw the dusty Mo Lingfeng. He looked her up and down, said "Ouch" in his mouth, and thought to himself: "She has murderous intent."
Mo Lingfeng stopped, suppressed the murderous aura he had brought back from the battlefield, and sincerely asked about Mo Qianlan's situation.
Li Yitie told her the truth - a person is alive, but it is equivalent to death. He can wake up in the future, but with his body, when he wakes up, the fuel will be exhausted, so it is better not to wake up.
Mo Lingfeng listened to every word, and his expression was very calm. He was not hysterical, but his whole body was numb and his mind was dull, as if what Li Yitie said was difficult to understand.
After listening, she said "Oh", nodded, opened the door and walked in.
The smell in the room was strange, something Mo Lingfeng had never smelled before.
Agarwood has a strong aroma, mixed with medicinal smell, plus the fragrance of powder, and also has a peculiar smell.
Two fat aunts gathered around the bed, surrounding Mo Qianlan in an airtight manner. When one of them heard the noise, he turned around and saw that it was Mo Lingfeng. He hurriedly tried to stand up. When Mo Lingfeng saw her holding a medicine bowl, he
Waving his hand: "Keep feeding."
Then she came closer and saw that the four hands of the two of them were feeding the medicine regardless of yours or mine. The movements were gentle. The spoon did not go straight into the throat, but turned to Mo Qianlan's mouth to let the medicine flow down.
Flow inward.
After feeding a bowl of medicine, the aunt in yellow asked the maid to send the medicine bowl out, and then poured hot water in. The aunt in green took knee pants and a quilt, unfolded them on the bamboo fumigation cage, and then asked Mo Ling very shyly.
Wind avoidance.
Mo Lingfeng turned his back expressionlessly.
The two aunts led the maids to move Mo Qianlan, put away the quilt, changed clothes, and opened the door and window of the compartment a little, letting the cold wind blow in slowly in circles to disperse the smell in the room.
The aunts packed up and left. Mo Lingfeng walked to the bed, stared at Mo Qianlan for a moment, took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Mo Qianlan.
She turned her head to look at Mo Qianlan. She felt that Mo Qianlan had not changed and was much better than she expected.
There was no aging, no death. Mo Lefeng looked helplessly for a long time, thinking: "It's good to be alive."
As long as she lives, she is not alone, she still has her brother.
She lay with Mo Qianlan for a long time, comforting herself over and over again. In the middle of the night, she remembered Zhao Shiheng's teachings.
You are a big girl now, you can no longer pester your brother like this.
So she got out of bed, pulled on her shoes, and went out.
Yin Bei was waiting outside the door. When he saw Mo Lingfeng coming back to celebrate the festival, he smiled again: "Girl, please stay a few more days."
"Well," Mo Lingfeng stepped out, "Whose standard did you follow for Wu Jin's monthly salary?"
Yin Bei's smiling face immediately froze, and he raised his hand to pat his head: "I forgot..."
Mo Lingfeng stopped and looked up at him: "His family is poor, and if he loses a day's money, he will lose a meal. Have you forgotten?"
"I" Yin Bei half-crouched down and placed his body under Mo Lingfeng so that Mo Lingfeng could take action, "Please punish me, girl."
Mo Lingfeng did not hit anyone, but said coldly: "If it was Uncle Zhao, would you forget it? You invited him back, asked him to help the Mo family solve problems, and asked him to take over Uncle Zhao's affairs, but you can't respect him like you respect your uncle.
He has even forgotten his salary and etiquette, so he has no respect for him!"
Yin Bei's face turned red and he knelt down on both legs: "Girl, I was wrong."
"Send the salary money now."
"Whose example?"
"Follow Uncle Zhao's example."
"Isn't it too much? As soon as the autumn festival is over, Master Wu will go to Kyoto to participate in next year's spring festival. I'm afraid he won't come back next year."
Zhao Shiheng was in Mo Mansion, with a salary of one hundred taels per month, and another 30% profit, and the gold and silver in his account could be withdrawn at will. His surname was not Mo, but Mo Qianlan regarded him as a member of the Mo family.
"He will come back. While he is away, anyone who disobeys will be killed."
"yes."
"Go ahead, he'll take it."
Mo Lingfeng knew what Wu Jin was giving up, and Wu Jin also knew what he was doing, so there was no need to refuse back and forth.