Word by word, he put the pen on the inkstone, stood still with his hands folded, and watched as the servant handed the paper to Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan looked at it again, his expression unchanged: "Shiheng, take a look."
The servant then took the paper and presented it to Zhao Shiheng.
Zhao Shiheng glanced at it, stood up, opened the lid of the smoker, and threw the paper into the smoker. Soon, green smoke rose from the hole in the smoker, scattered in all directions, floated in the air, and leaked to the ground.
Two people with four eyes looked fiercely at Wu Jin, as if they wanted to convict Wu Jin of death.
At this moment, Mo Lingfeng, who had been silent until now, suddenly jumped off the chair, walked straight to Wu Jin, took Wu Jin's sweaty hand and said, "Brother, it's none of his business."
She downplayed Wu Jin's guilt, and before Mo Qianlan could speak, she had already pulled Wu Jin out: "Let's go play."
Before Wu Jin came to her senses, she was dragged out of the door and plunged into the fresh wind.
There is a warm breeze outside the house, the wallflowers are getting old, bees and butterflies are hard to find, the ninetieth day of spring has passed, and early summer is approaching.
His heart was beating wildly, and his hands were shaking unconsciously. When he stepped on the ground, it felt like he was stepping on cotton, which was very unreal.
Without twenty sticks and no accountability, he just passed the test so easily?
However, Mo Lingfeng was not affected by the memorial at all. She let go of Wu Jin's hand and jumped up and down to reach the blooming begonia flowers on the branches. She jumped up and reached out to grab a flower branch without letting go.
Pulling it off, there was a rain of flowers.
She laughed happily, jumped three feet, and was as strong as a calf. She said to Wu Jin: "Let's go to Yuxi to play."
Wu Jin was still distracted and said in a daze: "We still have to go to class."
Mo Lingfeng scolded him with a serious face: "Uncle Zhao said, let's go out to see the scenery and also have classes."
After saying that, she dragged Wu Jin and left.
In the room, Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng both sat motionless. After a while, Mo Qianlan waved his hand and waved all the servants standing around the room out.
The tea had cooled down and had a particularly refreshing bitter taste. He took a sip and shook his head and said: "How can such a person be able to gain a foothold in the temple even if he becomes an official in the future? If he is still so stupid in the face of disaster, he may not be able to survive in the court in the future.
It will offend Tianyan and cultivate him in vain."
Zhao Shiheng stretched out his arms and asked for the candy box. When Mo Qianlan handed it to him, he picked a candied date to eat.
"So I said you don't understand the way of the emperor. Although Wu Jin is too upright, the emperor needs such a ruler to stand high in the court to discipline the courtiers and the world to show his holiness.
of Ming,
Throughout all dynasties, there have been such people who have been remembered for centuries.
Furthermore, the more pure and kind-hearted Wu Jin is, the more beneficial it will be to us. If it comes to a critical moment in the future, he will never betray the girl."
After hearing this, Mo Qianlan smiled and said: "This year's Changchun Festival, I can't be as perfunctory as in previous years. I have to give him something he likes."
"Your Majesty loves calligraphy, and he is good at writing in cursive. When I was walking in the palace, I saw His Majesty writing, like ice in water. In recent years, there is no news that His Majesty loves calligraphy."
Mo Qianlan kneaded Shan Gen: "It shows that his mind is deep again."
He pondered for a moment: "Let's find a pair of calligraphy treasures in the study and send them to him. Don't find something too good, lest he think the Mo family has rare treasures."
Zhao Shiheng nodded: "Yes."
He thought for a moment and said, "I will prepare a memorial for you later. I will tell you that your epilepsy has recurred and you are so frightened that you really can't let go of the girl. Please forgive me and discuss it later."
"Let's also mention the banditry all the way to the east, which can be regarded as leaving a trace," Mo Qianlan suddenly sneered, "I'm afraid Li Yitie has already sent the news about epilepsy."
Zhao Shiheng said: "Let it go. If there is no Li Yitie, there will still be Huang Yitie and Zhang Yitie. Li Yitie has raised several children here, and he may not be the same as Kyoto."
He stood up to leave, then turned around and grabbed a handful of candied fruits from the candy box.
Mo Qianlan smiled and said: "Take them all, I can't even eat a bite."
Zhao Shiheng seriously put the candied fruits back and held them together with the candy box in his hand: "I don't think I need to do any hard work in the afternoon. I will go and enjoy myself. You should be more diligent and go to the aunts to walk around."
After hearing his cliche, Mo Qianlan felt helpless and waved him to leave quickly.
As soon as Zhao Shiheng left, Mo Qianlan was left alone in the room.
He called Yin Bei: "Is Grandma leaving the house?"
Yin Bei nodded: "Yes, Anan is following. Do you want sobering soup?"
"No, wait until Grandma comes back and ask Yin Nan to come see me and go out."
"yes."
Yin Bei retreated all the way, and Mo Qianlan was the only one left in the room.
Mo Qianlan and this house are both in a state of decline.
Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng spent half a day playing in Yuxi. When they returned to the city, they were hungry and went to eat.
Mo Lingfeng wanted to treat a guest, so he occupied a table and chairs in the main store. He ordered two bowls of sophora sprouts and wheat flour noodles, two plates of salted black beans, a large pot of flower honey water, and double portions of fried sugar dumplings.
The vegetable waiter brought the nectar water up first. Just as Wu Jin stood up and poured it for her, Mo Lingfeng took the pot and placed a bowl in front of Wu Jin: "I'll pour it for you."
The pot was heavy, the man was small, and he couldn't control the strength. Tons of nectar and sugar water poured out, and the sugar water rose and fell from the bowl. Wu Jin covered his face with his sleeves, and lived like a year. When the bowl was full, he wiped his face, put down his hands, and leaned forward.
Taking the pot from Mo Lingfeng: "I'll pour you a cup too."
Mo Lingfeng quickly pushed his bowl: "It's full."
Wu Jin slowly filled the bowl with sugar water without spilling a drop. Mo Lingfeng looked at the full bowl and was very happy. But seeing that he couldn't hold it up, he put his mouth to the edge of the bowl and pursed it into a small mosquito mouth.
, take two big puffs in a row.
At this time, the waiter brought the noodles and salted black bean sauce. When Mo Lingfeng poured the salty black bean sauce into the noodle bowl, the sugar dumplings also came.
The two of them were hungry, so they just ate. Mo Lingfeng took a mouthful of salty food, drank a mouthful of sweet food, took another mouthful of salty food, and chewed another mouthful of sweet food. They repeated this process over and over again, and even ate less than half of it.
She had eaten and drank enough, her belly was bulging, and she was looking around. There was an old man reading a tabloid next to her, so she slipped off the chair, held her belly and walked over. She also looked at the tabloid with her eyes, pursed her lips, smiled, and called.
After burping, he stretched out his finger and poked at the tabloid: "Weng Weng, what is written on this? Can you read it to me?"
The old man turned to look at her and saw that she had a peach-like little face, bright eyes, and a gold collar on her body. She was extremely cute, so he smiled and said, "Where are your family members?"
Mo Lingfeng turned around and pointed at Wu Jin. After pointing, he went to read the tabloid: "Weng Weng, it's fun to read."
Wu Jin ate the food on the table with a sweeping attitude, paying attention to Mo Lingfeng's movement while eating - Mo Lingfeng was too courageous, and if he was not careful, he would move his little feet and disappear.
As he was eating, his eyes, mouth, and hands all suddenly stopped, and he thought back to Mo Lingfeng's expression just now - she smiled first and then asked someone to read it. Obviously there was something in the tabloid that she wanted to publish.
Laughed.
Then he remembered the situation when he drew Guanyin's spiritual lottery at Xiongshan Temple - did she only recognize the two words "下" and "上", or did she recognize all the words on the spiritual lottery?
Does she also recognize all the imperial inscriptions on the memorial?