"On March 31, the twentieth year of Yuan Zhang, the spring has passed.
Today in the Mo Mansion, you chased and played recklessly, causing damage to the memorial. You should be warned, cultivate yourself and respect yourself, cultivate yourself and bring peace to others, so that you can avoid today's disaster.
Qi Chang is lying. Even if the memorial does not go through the front door, it should be entered through the middle door and sent to the front hall. How could it appear in the back garden?"
After writing this, Wu Jin pondered for a long time, and then wrote: "The envoy Mo Jiedu is not the barbarian king Mei'an, who leads thousands of generals, nor is he a separatist party with great power, nor is it the Qin and Yan quarrels, holding the princes as hostages.
,Why did the emperor send Mo Lingfeng to Beijing?"
I picked up my pen again and meditated for a long time, until the light was dim and almost extinguished, I suddenly woke up and saw that the cotton wick of the ignition had shrunk into a ball and was about to be extinguished. In a moment of confusion, I stretched out two fingers and twisted the wick.
He retracted his hot hands and pinched his earlobe.
The oil lamp made the room brighter.
After a moment, Wu Jin put down his hand, not caring that his fingers were red, and wrote hurriedly: "The Mo family occupied ten northwest states, and the land of the ten states was dedicated to the current dynasty. Where is the wealth of the ten states?
The wealth of the ten states must still be in the Mo family, so the Tian family can't catch, let go, take it lightly, or take it seriously, so they sent Mo Lingfeng to the capital as a hostage.
A person with desires is like holding a torch and walking against the wind, he will surely burn his hands!"
After he finished writing, he noticed that his heart was beating so fiercely in his chest that he almost wanted to blurt out the words.
He had to stand up, open the door, walk into the yard at once, and walk around the yard quickly and hurriedly for several times before the restlessness around him subsided.
Back in the house, he covered Wu Yi with a quilt, then sat back and read the diary he had just written.
He wrote too fast, without paying attention, and put too much ink on the paper, and the words spread out with the ink.
Good to be separated.
He picked up the pen again and wrote: "The colors are like fire, and the green ink has no trace. The light penetrates the paper and reveals the innocence. Gold and jade are used as cages, and brocade clothes are used as nets. Sighing on fame and fortune, the king is not the king, and the minister is not the minister."
After writing it, he dipped in ink and erased the rare verses and all speculations, leaving only the first few sentences.
It was a bright night outside, and the candlelight in Mo Mansion's study was bright. Mo Qianlan sat crookedly on the couch, watching Mo Lingfeng playing with the sheep's skull.
She braided her hair and let it hang down on both sides. She first threw the four red lacquered lamb crutches on the couch, and then threw the sandbag high.
A small face was raised, staring closely at the sandbag, with her neck and chin clearly exposed. The moment the bag was thrown up, she picked up four sheep bones, said "Hey", and quickly caught the sandbag.
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The sandbag fell quickly, and when she went to pick it up, it was almost on the couch. She threw herself on it, and the person and the sandbag all fell on the couch, and her head hit the screen.
Mo Qianlan quickly picked her up in his arms, reached out to touch the place where she had hit her, touched and blew her, and suddenly asked: "Do you want some candy coins tomorrow morning?"
"eat."
"The flower and honey water outside is not clean. If you want to drink it, ask the kitchen to make it."
"No, the food outside is delicious."
He knew everything Mo Lingfeng said and did.
The servants standing around were motionless, and their shadows were cast on the ground and walls, all long and dark, swaying with the light of the fire.
Agarwood was burning in the incense burner, and wood-gray flowers bloomed on the clothes, lingering around.
After that, the crisp sound of sheep bones colliding with each other was heard in the house.
After Mo Lingfeng had fun, she returned to her long-term residence. The waiter holding a glazed lamp illuminated her left side. The moonlight flowed and fell on the roof, the corridor, and the bluestone slabs. There was a layer of cool light everywhere.
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Mo Lingfeng chased the scattered black shadows of flowers and trees, crossed the verandah, ran along the aisles, and stayed and played in various corners.
The Mo family is a huge tomb, and she is the tombkeeper.
By the time she lay down on the bed, she was exhausted.
Closing her eyes, a memorial flashed through her mind - Mo Qianlan often read to her. She probably knew more characters than Cheng Ting, but she had never written them before and couldn't write them.
Her eyes were bright and her heart was bright. She knew how to be "clumsy" and wanted to keep Mo Qianlan by her side for a long time.
The memorial just passed by in a flash and did not stay in my mind for too long.
The next day, no one mentioned the memorial, as if the emperor's words were just a joke.
Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng attended class for a day. After class, they took their big yellow dogs and visited Cheng Ting who was seriously injured in bed.
After entering the corner gate of Cheng's residence, the two of them and the dog walked in unimpeded and went straight to the "Wanleju" where Cheng Ting lived.
The Cheng family did not show up, but only asked people to take good care of themselves - not intentionally, they were too tired to move.
Cheng Ting was neither learned nor skilled, but he was extremely popular, and as many people came to see him as crucian carp crossing the river.
First, the gentlemen from his gentleman's club flocked to express condolences to the naked gentleman, then several classmates from Zhouxue Middle School came together to admire Cheng Ting's buttocks, and then relatives and friends came to offer gifts.
Come, they also lined up to sigh pitifully at Cheng Ting's buttocks.
There were also various people who wanted to cling to the prefect, and under the guise of visiting Mr. Cheng, they kept nagging at the prefect. Many female relatives came to offer various plasters, and Mrs. Cheng spent a whole day making tea.
Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng, two small crucian carp among the crucian carp crossing the river, swam in quietly.
Pushing the door opened a bright courtyard full of sunshine, and it was warm and pleasant. The myna hanging on the porch was forced to perform all day long, lying in the cage with a dry mouth. He looked like a man and a dog, and said feebly: "Little one"
Master is back, Master is back."
The big yellow dog made a face, wandered to the corridor and lay down: "Tsk."
Pang Dahai guarded the door listlessly, because he was a small steward in this yard, and he was very tired from the day of delivery.
He looked at the person who came and stood up straight. Just as he was about to cheer up, Mo Lingfeng shouted "hiss" at him.
She slowed down and went up the steps, opened the bamboo curtain, and stretched her head in. She saw that the main hall was empty and no one was there. Through the bright window, she could see a couch in the west room, and Cheng Ting was lying on the couch.
, I don’t know if he fell asleep, but there was a big maid sitting next to him, touching the tea from time to time.
Mo Lingfeng retracted his head, winked at Wu Jin who was standing in the yard, and said with a pinched voice: "Miss Xu, are you also coming to see the Third Master?"
Cheng Ting, who was lying like a dead dog, almost jumped up - before he got up, he screamed in pain, gritted his teeth and held back, no longer yelling, but forced himself to calm down: "Sister Huiran, you are here to see me.
, you sit down, I...I'll take care of it."
He couldn't put on his trousers and couldn't get up. He could only tidy up the gauze and other things covering his body, and the maid hurriedly sprinkled a handful of incense into the incense burner.
Cheng Ting asked Pang Dahai to make tea again, and said that there was a can of fried cherries, which was made with purple cherry blossoms and had the best taste. A basket came from Kuanzhou, and it was all in his place. He asked Sister Huiran to try it.
Mo Lingfeng accepted everything with a smile, and after Cheng Ting cleaned herself up, she went in with Wu Jin to visit Cheng Ting.
As soon as Cheng Ting saw Mo Lingfeng, he knew he had been deceived. When he saw Mo Lingfeng holding his beloved little jar, he took out cherries and fried them with a long spoon. He became cross-eyed with anger and pointed at the door: "Get out!"