With a "peel" sound, a chestnut in the charcoal basin exploded, raising a little dust and emitting a hot aroma.
Yin Nan put his head in and took a sip of saliva - the officials in the hotel don't mind doing their best for this group of distinguished guests, but they are too willing to do anything, especially the cook, who is probably an expert at raising pigs.
It's boiled.
She couldn't snatch the food from the tiger's mouth, so she swallowed it forcefully. She felt more and more that her body was empty and in urgent need of food and blood to fill it.
The chestnuts exploded one after another. Wu Jin squatted down, picked them out one by one with a pair of chopsticks, and clamped them to the edge of the charcoal basin. Mo Lingfeng quickly squatted down and reached out to pinch one.
She retracted her two hot fingers, pinched her earlobes, and scratched her face.
"Don't scratch it," Wu Jin just wanted to raise his hand, then put it down and picked up a chestnut, "I'll peel it for you, it's very hot."
He endured the heat and peeled one open and handed it to Mo Lingfeng: "What's wrong with your face?"
After Mo Lingfeng finished eating, he said: "Zhang Gongfeng said it was a blood-wind sore caused by heart fire, spleen dampness and wind. He gave me a bottle of plaster to apply on it."
"Is Zhang Gongfeng also knowledgeable in medicine?"
"Well, he said that when he was a member of the Xiao Huangmen, he studied at the Imperial Medicine Academy and was later promoted to the Neidongmen."
After Wu Jin heard this, he looked at Mo Lingfeng's fingers. There were red rashes like scabies on Mo Lingfeng's fingers, which had been scratched by Mo Lingfeng, and there were scabs with yellow water. It didn't look like he had applied ointment - Mo Lingfeng didn't trust Zhang Chongfeng.
"I'll go to the county again in the afternoon and ask the doctor to prepare some medicine."
Mo Lingfeng waved his hand: "No need, it will be fine once you leave here."
She stretched out her hand to peel chestnuts, and her peeled hands were all black. She ate two chestnuts in a row, and suddenly said in a very low voice: "Will Zhang Gongfeng let me enter the capital safely?"
Wu Jin stopped peeling chestnuts, and Mo Lingfeng's murmur was like a thunder, exploding above his head with a "bang".
His hands and feet suddenly became cold. He stared down at the chestnut and saw that the chestnut was shaking, so he pinched the chestnut hard to stop it from shaking.
It was not Zhang Gongfeng who refused to allow Mo Lingfeng to enter the capital safely, but the emperor.
The emperor has already made a murderous attempt once, and it doesn't matter if he does it again. The road from Kuanzhou to Kyoto is long and dangerous, so it is normal for an accident to occur.
Instead of holding Mo Lingfeng hostage and forcing a rebellious Mo Qianlan, it would be better to cut off Mo Qianlan's chance of life.
So Mo Lingfeng was so prepared that he didn't even use the plaster sent by Zhang Zangzong.
He forced himself to calm down and finished peeling the chestnuts in his hand, handed it to Mo Lingfeng, and whispered: "This is very close to Kuanzhou, very close to your brother."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was obscure.
He raised his head and looked at Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng was squatting opposite him, his mouth was black from eating, his hands were covered with dust, and the broken hair on his head was standing on fire, and the hair was all over his head.
She looks like a clay sculpture of "Mahora", innocent and childish, but a drop of sweat drips down in the cold weather, along her smooth forehead, slides to the eyebrow arch, and falls straight to the ground, seeming to reveal her fear
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The rain outside was pattering, as dense as loose threads, and gradually became as heavy as a river pouring. A wave of cold air rose from the ground, climbed up people's spine, and made people feel chilled.
He reached out and shook Mo Lingfeng's hand hard, using his muscles, bones and joints to give her strength.
"do not be afraid."
Without waiting for Mo Lingfeng's answer, he roasted some more chestnuts and turned the sweet potatoes over.
The aroma in the room became more and more tempting. Mo Lingfeng pursed his lips and remained silent until Wu Jin took out the sweet potato, dusted off the ashes and peeled the skin, revealing the sweet potato flesh that was flowing like honey inside, then he opened his mouth like a glutton,
He put his head in front of Wu Jin and took a big bite.
Then she screamed "Oh oh oh" because it was so hot that she buried her head and vomited it into the bowl. With tears in her eyes, she said to Wu Jin with a sad face: "Cool it again."
Wu Jin accompanied Mo Lingfeng to finish the sweet potatoes and then left. He held an umbrella and walked along the corridor again, but inevitably got his shoes and socks wet. As soon as he stood in front of the door of his room, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside the door.
Call.
The "moo" sound was both trembling and sharp, startling all the students in the room. No one had ever heard such a cow cry before. It was as if they had been greatly frightened and became manic and frantic.
The students who were studying or pretending to study in the room were also greatly frightened. They all came out and looked around. Before they could speak, they saw the door collapse with a "bang" and fell into the water.
An ox came into the corner and charged straight at the many students standing in the corridor. The students retreated in a swarm, shouting that the cow was crazy while running. Wang Jinghua acted as a vanguard to watch the excitement, and had no time to retreat, watching the cow go up against two
When he came over, he was so startled that he fell back and his butt broke into eight pieces.
The owner of the cow rushed up with panic on his face, shouting and whipping his whip rapidly. The servants in the post also rushed over to stop the mad cow.
The clerks followed the cattle, sometimes forming a line, and sometimes forming a human figure. The effect was remarkable. They forced the cattle from the front yard to the back yard, then from the back yard to the granary, and finally mixed them into the stable.
Fortunately, escort officer Chang Long led the troops to take action, lassoed the cattle and forcibly pulled them out of the stable.
The mad cow resisted with angry eyes and charged at Chang Long.
Chang Long was worthy of being a martial arts scholar. He jumped up to the watch room next to the stable. The mad cow blasted the watch room to pieces like gunpowder, and also smashed his own head.
The students who followed were not afraid of the rain or the cold. They stood in a semicircle around the dead cow and muttered to the cow owner who was sitting on the ground and howling.
"Why did this cow suddenly go crazy?"
"What should I do with this cow? Can it be eaten tonight? Did it knock down Master Wang just now?"
"It would be nice if it was Qi Wenbing who stood up."
"This Guanyi is crispier than shortbread, and it will fall apart every time you touch it."
While everyone was muttering, Wu Jin looked at Zhang Chongfeng, who was coming in a hurry.
Zhang Gongfeng's amiable face had an expression that was close to collapse. It seemed that staying in Guanyi had made him greatly uneasy, and at the same time, the mad cow had disturbed him and made him unable to calm down.
Did this eunuch who served as the eunuch only take over the position of emissary, or did he also receive a secret edict to put Mo Lingfeng to death?
When Mo Lingfeng developed a rash two years ago, Wu Jin knew that the Tian family had a crooked heart and that killing people was never done with a white-edged red sword. When they were in Kuanzhou, it was impossible to guard against it. At this time, Mo Lingfeng had already asked His Majesty to hold it in his hand, and he would know how to do it again.
how?
Could this mad cow be related to Zhang Chongfeng?
When Zhang Gongfeng looked at him, Wu Jin withdrew his gaze, feeling that his thoughts were like scattered threads that could not be put together, and he looked at the mad cow like everyone else.
The rubble, beams, and red and white things on the cow's head have overflowed on the ground, flowing and spreading with the accumulated water. The smell is dense in the rain, and the strands and pieces are torn apart, which indicates an unknown.
The owner of the cow was still sitting on the ground crying - the price of one cow alone was easily five thousand yuan, enough to feed several families for a month. It was indeed like losing a son to lose a cow.
Losing a cow is already painful, but he still needs to pay for the damage to the post.
Zhang Gongfeng made him cry so hard that he was dizzy, and asked him to keep the dead cow and pay the debt with the cow. He also gave him five taels of silver to buy a new cow, and the farce ended.