When Mo Lingfeng heard the news about Cheng Ting, he felt more cordial. He missed Cheng Ting, the big human-shaped dog, so he grinned and replied: "Sister-in-law, thank you for your kindness. I can't go to the festival with you today."
I also want to go to Sogoji Temple."
Mrs. Cheng was full of doubts: "Why are you going to the temple?"
The eldest sister of the Cheng family also raised her eyebrows, not believing a word she said: "Both you and your uncle don't believe in Buddhism, why are you going to the temple?"
She rolled her eyes and looked in the direction of Jiusixuan again. She gritted her teeth secretly and thought, you little brat, you still want to hide it from me. She grabbed Mo Lingfeng's hand and said, "Do you want to go to the temple with someone to play? You are not allowed to go."
, If you really want to worship Buddha, we enshrine Guanyin Bodhisattva in our home. It is also pure and untainted, with wisdom and brightness, enough for you to pray for your uncle."
Mo Lingfeng struggled a little, but failed to break free from the clutches of the eldest sister of the Cheng family. Half of her body was embedded in the eldest sister's plump body. Her nose smelled the rich fragrance of milk, and she couldn't help but take a strong sniff: "You smell so good."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family laughed twice: "It's you——"
She originally wanted to say nephew, but then she thought that according to her seniority, she had to call Mo Lingfeng sister-in-law, and the baby she gave birth to had to call her aunt, right?
This seniority is particularly scary to talk about, so it is better to ignore it. She immediately said: "It's the fragrance of Leopard Slave."
As soon as she mentioned the little baby she had given birth to, she softened. Mo Lingfeng took the opportunity to break free. She explained to the mother and daughter: "I'm not going to the temple to play, but to set up a memorial tablet for the dead. The two battalions I'm in charge of died in the battle."
Soldier, I took the general household back and sent it to Chongguang Temple to set up a death tablet."
After hearing this, the mother and daughter were quiet for a while.
Mrs. Cheng said: "You are so considerate, but they are all other people's children. We can still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival only because of your persistence outside."
She reached out and touched Mo Lingfeng's head, her eyes were red: "Good boy, when you grow up, you can do things. You are not like Cheng San, who only knows how to be naughty at home."
When she thought of Cheng Ting, her love for her son arose spontaneously, and she wished she could take her son out of the Jeju examination room, put it in her arms and caress it.
The eldest sister of the Cheng family's preference for her was overwhelming: "Auntie, the third child is smart, but he just doesn't like to study. In my opinion, when he comes back from the exam, I will cut off his money and keep him at home.
If you study hard, maybe next spring you will be a fellow Jinshi."
"No," Mrs. Cheng clapped her hands, "San'er has been smart since he was a child. When he comes back, I will force him to study hard."
Mo Lingfeng silently cried tears of sympathy for Cheng Ting in his heart - this year before Qiu Wei showed up, the eldest sister used the name of Chun Wei to lock him up.
The mother and daughter had nothing to say, and just as they were about to give Mo Lingfeng a few more instructions, the young man from the Mo family walked over with his head bowed: "Girl, the eldest uncle of the Cheng family is here."
"Slave Leopard must have woken up." The eldest sister of the Cheng family took Mrs. Cheng out and walked out. "Since you go to worship Buddha during the day, you also come to our house for dinner at night."
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "That brother is so lonely alone."
When Mrs. Cheng heard this, she felt even more distressed. As she walked, she patted Mo Lingfeng's hand and told her: "Stay at home at night and don't run around. I'll ask Dahai to bring you cookies."
She thought of Mrs. Zhou Magistrate again and cursed without saying anything: "It must have been the trick of the old bastard. He is the worst offender. Even though he is old, he still cares about Qianlan's family wealth."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family looked back at the long corridor. Even though there was no one around, a straight figure appeared in her mind.
She had watched Mo Lingfeng grow up. Like Mo Qianlan, he had a cold and arrogant spirit. Going to the Cheng family to bring in reinforcements was definitely not something that Mo Lingfeng could think of - she would most likely directly send him to Mo Lingfeng.
In what corner is Mrs. Zhou's burial buried?
As for the two evil spirits of the Yin family in Mo Mansion, they have a simple mind and well-developed limbs. They are stronger in the north than in the south. They can go out to run errands in all directions. Needless to mention the south, they are simply beasts.
Only Wu Jin, who had just arrived at Mo Mansion to help, could not act rashly and act in a wise manner.
Mo Lingfeng sent the mother and daughter to the corner door. At the door, the eldest sister of the Cheng family avoided Mrs. Cheng and wanted to whisper a few words to Mo Lingfeng.
When Mrs. Cheng went out and got on the carriage, she suddenly stretched out her hand, pinched Mo Lingfeng's ears, and glared at Yin Nan - she commanded many kittens and puppies at home, and was naturally good at controlling animals. Yin Nan was no problem.
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Then she sternly warned Mo Lingfeng: "You are not allowed to be alone in a room with Wu Jin, do you understand?"
Mo Lingfeng stood on tiptoes in pain and was about to cry without tears. She kept saying "I understand" and asked the eldest sister to let go. Her ears were about to turn into pig ears.
The eldest sister of the Cheng family let go of her hand, her face not relaxed at all: "You can't even hold hands!"
Mo Lingfeng saw that she had two raised eyebrows, which looked very scary, so he made many assurances: "I know."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family took the opportunity to teach several words on how to protect men and women, not because she wanted to scold Mo Lingfeng for being a chaste and virtuous woman, but because she was afraid that she would be ignorant and not even know that she had suffered a loss in this - there was only one old woman in the Mo family.
Mom, who will teach her?
At the end of the training, she saw Mo Lingfeng's head drooping, so she just nodded, and let her go for the time being, and asked in a low voice: "Is Tiangui here?"
"No."
"Tiangui is here to deliver a message to me, and I will teach you."
After that, she strode out.
While feeling grateful, Mo Lingfeng returned to Jiu Si Xuan dejectedly. He pinched his red ears and felt lingering fear for the eldest sister of the Cheng family. He glanced at Wu Jin and said without a trace: "Cheng Ting is so pitiful."
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"Huh?" Wu Jin looked at her ears, "Why are they red?"
"Cheng Suning grabbed it," Mo Lingfeng pointed at Yin Nan, "it's a useless thing."
Yin Nan is also in a dilemma - she can't beat the eldest sister of the Cheng family, she is no match based on her momentum alone.
Mo Lingfeng knew that the eldest sister of the Cheng family had good intentions, so he rubbed his ears and prepared to go out to worship the Buddha at Chongguang Temple in the city.
She ordered Yin Nan to fetch a roster, place it in a red lacquer lotus pattern sandalwood box, and hand it to Wu Jin: "It's better if you hold it. This is the roster of Mo's soldiers who died in battle. I will take it to the temple to enshrine it."
Only Wu Jin's hands are clean and have not been contaminated by darkness, so he can hold this roster.
Wu Jin stretched out his hand to catch it, and suddenly felt that the wooden box was extremely heavy. He held it cautiously, as if the dead soul lived in the box, and if it was moved lightly, it would be startled and dissipated.
Mo Lingfeng's small group of women's soldiers also followed her.
They were not dressed as soldiers. They all had their hair tied up in buns, put on wreaths of elf flowers, and put on short silver-gray narrow-sleeved coats with twelve skirts and ribbons tied around their waists, outlining the unique softness and beauty of women.
However, in addition to being soft and graceful, they had sheathed sharp knives on their waists and knives in their boots. This beauty added strength for no reason, signaling to everyone that they were not delicate and to be bullied, but rather fierce.
Such a group of women's soldiers was enough to attract people's attention, but when they surrounded Mo Lingfeng and rode into the street, the street immediately became agitated.
Everyone who knew Mo Lingfeng or had heard of Mo Lingfeng all looked at her, full of surprise and curiosity about her and her army of women.