Mo Lingfeng did not cry, but he was so angry that he went crazy and lost his mind.
She faced the ferocious Mo Qianlan and said "ah", then she put her small fist on her shoulder and used all her strength to give Mo Qianlan a heavy blow from the head.
Mo Qianlan didn't expect it, but it was another paper flower stand. She was knocked back on the spot and fell from the swing.
Before Mo Qianlan could get up, Mo Lingfeng caught up and straddled him, hammering him hard.
The more she hammered, the angrier she became. She screamed and changed her method. She raised her palm and slapped Mo Qianlan on the head, hating that he was confused.
While Mo Qianlan resisted, he watched as she fell over from him, in a state of disarray and almost broken into pieces.
Wu Jin took half a step forward and raised his hand, trying to hold Mo Lingfeng. However, he soon realized that he had overstepped and stepped back - this was a family matter of the Mo family.
He looked at the Mo brothers and sisters and made no move.
The rays of rays are like brocade, draped over the bodies of the Mo brothers and sisters. The rays of rays are like fire, falling in the eyes of the Mo brothers and sisters. The rays of rays are like blood, spreading endlessly on the ground.
The whole heaven and earth enveloped the two of them. They were connected by the same spirit, had the same blood, shared the same wealth, shared the same responsibilities, were dependent on each other for life, and had the same mind.
In the future, their tablets will even be placed side by side to share the incense for future generations.
Wu Jin stood there, his shadow stretched long and flat on the ground, sticking to the ground alone, not overlapping with anyone's shadow.
Zhao Shiheng stood aside and admired Mo Lingfeng's atrocities.
He loves Mo Lingfeng's wildness. This wildness is like a foreshadowing, a warning that allows him to foresee what kind of growth Mo Lingfeng will experience in the future.
However, after hearing the crisp slap, he immediately stepped forward and hugged her.
"Leaf! Don't hit your brother. Just run out by yourself. He's so anxious that he's about to get sick. If something happens to you, will your brother still be alive?"
Mo Lingfeng stopped his hand and snorted two cold breaths at Mo Qianlan.
Zhao Shiheng comforted her and stretched out his hand to help Mo Qianlan up. Mo Qianlan raised his head and smiled silently - he was happy.
Mo Lingfeng felt as if the sky had fallen just now. He was happy. Mo Lingfeng beat him, and he was also happy because Mo Lingfeng cared about him and loved him. Her every move, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were all because of him.
Stinky old man.
Lowering his head, he hid his smile and waved to Mo Lingfeng: "Come here."
Mo Lingfeng loudly refused: "No!"
"Oh," Mo Qianlan pointed at Wu Jin, "My brother said something harsh. Now you are going to be estranged from your brother and become a group with your friends?"
Wu Jin's thin shadow moved, feeling that Mo Qianlan was announcing something to him.
"Yes!" Mo Lingfeng responded simply.
Mo Qianlan stepped forward and hugged Mo Lingfeng: "Ah, my brother is scared to death."
He hugged Mo Lingfeng's thin arms and legs and walked towards the central hall. Mo Lingfeng was still angry and struggled to kick Mo Qianlan with his two little feet.
After the two of them left, the accompanying servants also left. When they returned to the Wuyangyang Garden, only Wu Jin and Zhao Shiheng were left in an instant.
The smile on Zhao Shiheng's face gradually faded away, leaving only a hollow smile. He turned to look at Wu Jin: "Come back after I have dinner. You must have something to say."
Wu Jin came to his senses, nodded in agreement, and followed Zhao Shiheng into Jiusixuan.
Jiusixuan is also quiet.
Zhao Shiheng looked at Qi Chang who was cleaning swallow shit on the bluestone: "The man in gray, come here."
Qi Chang came up to him with his shoulders hunched, huddled in a ball. He unconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Shiheng. When he saw Zhao Shiheng staring at him, he hurriedly lowered his head.
Zhao Shiheng asked him to make tea first, and then go to the kitchen to send a message. When the You hour arrived, he would put the dinner for two people in the flower hall.
Qi Chang followed the words and left. Zhao Shiheng, not knowing whether intentionally or not, pointed at Qi Chang's back and said to Wu Jin: "Human nature is evil. Sun Qing said, 'When you are hungry, you want to eat, when you are cold, you want to be warm, when you are tired, you want to rest, and you like profit.
And evil and harm are inherent in human beings, so how do you know that there are gentlemen and villains?"
Wu Jin bowed his head and replied: "Students believe that human nature is inherently good. Zou Guogong said that the heart of compassion, the heart of shame, the heart of respect, the heart of right and wrong, all people have it, but under the situation, there is giving and receiving, so
There are gentlemen and villains.”
Zhao Shiheng looked away from Qi Chang and stepped onto the stone steps: "Such a villain has never seen any good."
Wu Jin noticed that he disliked Qi Chang very much.
He didn't like it, but he stayed, presumably because it was useful. Besides, the good and evil of human nature have been debated since ancient times, and it was not something he could understand clearly, so he didn't answer the question.
Zhao Shiheng opened the bamboo curtain, walked into the flower hall, and sat down on the first imperial chair: "Sit down, there are only two of us, no need to be polite."
Wu Jin sat upright at the bottom.
The big yellow dog came in wagging its tail and squatted aside with its ears erect. Zhao Shiheng touched the dog's head, and the big yellow dog lay down next to his legs.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Wu Jin said: "The war at the border has been inactive for many years. Do you dare to ask, sir, how long can peace be maintained?"
When Zhao Shiheng heard this, his brows immediately wrinkled.
The border has been peaceful for a long time. Ordinary people always think that peace will last for thousands of years, but they don't know that the war is already in front of them.
He and Mo Qianlan are also taking this opportunity to plan.
And when Wu Jin mentioned this, could he have spied on some of his and Mo Qianlan's actions?
His expression remained unchanged: "National events are unpredictable."
At this time, Qi Chang came in with tea and offered it to Zhao Shiheng first. Zhao Shiheng picked up the tea cup and saw that the tea foam was soft and white, and it was fried at the right time, so he took a sip.
He looked at Wu Jin: "Why do you suddenly ask about this? What happened to you at the racecourse today?"
Qi Chang didn't dare to listen anymore, so he quickly gave Wu Jin a cup of tea and hurriedly left.
Wu Jin nodded: "Today by the Shuo River, the students saw four Qiang men. They were not acquaintances who have been with them for a long time. They said they came to join them, but the students looked at them and were suspicious."
Zhao Shiheng was relieved when he heard that he had met the Qiang people, but his words were still very cautious: "The Qiang people are good at riding, shooting, and fighting. The imperial court treats the Qiang people very kindly. Every year, Qiang people come across the fort to join them, even in the fort.
There are many Qiang people there, why are you suspicious?"
Wu Jin said: "When the students were apprentices, they met the Qiang people they belonged to. Without exception, there were women in the family, but these four people did not. The students thought that the family must be in the hands of women. If there is a lack of women, they will be strong.
If it’s too sharp, if it’s too sharp, the family will disappear quickly, let alone the long distance to belong to.”
Zhao Shiheng thought he would say that these people behaved differently, but he didn't expect him to talk about women.
That’s right, without a woman, you are just a wandering Ping.
"Do you remember the appearance of these four people?"
Wu Jin nodded and told the special features of the four people's faces one by one. Speaking of the young man who threw the white stone, he had a particularly deep memory: "There is a new scar on his left eyebrow."
"I understand," Zhao Shiheng wrote down what he said one by one. "This matter needs to be reported to Wang Zhizhou for investigation. The title of Jiedushi is just a false one, and he can't even command a dog."
The big yellow dog swept its tail and agreed very much.