The porcelain man and porcelain horse are exquisite and cute, but if you are not careful, they will be broken into pieces.
Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were lying on the table, playing with these exquisite gadgets. Wu Jin sat aside and watched them charge into battle with these small things and arrange their troops.
At the same time, the hearty voice of the eldest sister of the Cheng family sounded outside the courtyard door: "San'er, what are you doing in your house with Leaff?"
"Sister!" Cheng Ting stood up, quickly opened the drawer, and swept in all the porcelain figures and horses on the desk, "Sister, you are back!"
The eldest sister of the Cheng family did not come in. She only stood outside the courtyard gate with her hands in her sleeves. She looked up at the two clay babies that Cheng Ting had placed on the door. She secretly sighed that the third son would never grow up in this life.
She lowered her head and shouted inside: "Hand over Ye Feng. You and Wu Jin go to the garden. Your brother-in-law is waiting."
The parrot on the porch flapped its wings and shouted: "I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you!"
Cheng Ting was so scared that he grabbed Mo Lingfeng and then Wu Jin, and the three of them went out together. As soon as they arrived in the yard, Cheng Ting slapped his forehead: "My emerald grasshopper."
He turned around and ran back to hide the emerald grasshopper, leaving Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin standing together.
The snow stopped.
Wu Jin turned around and glanced at Mo Lingfeng. When she saw Mo Lingfeng digging a snow pit on the ground with her toes, her heart pounded in her chest. She really wanted to reach out, grab this little hand and walk out, out of this joy.
Cheng Mansion, out of the gloomy Mo Mansion, and out of Kuanzhou full of calculations.
But he didn't allow himself to be soft-hearted.
Mo Mansion is a prison, with shackles everywhere. If you get too close, he will be completely reduced to a pawn. He will no longer be Wu Jin. He will bury his life and wither in the conspiracy.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the time when he went to Xiongshan Temple to ask for spiritual fortune-telling. He asked the Bodhisattva for advice to help his father overcome difficulties, but he came out and signed the fortune-telling.
"While I was playing in the Bibo Pond, I was secretly surrounded by a trap. I couldn't think of a way out. I was destined to be miserable in hell."
Now that I think about it, my father survived the crisis safely. This spiritual sign must have been a warning from the Bodhisattva to him, but at that time, Mo Lingfeng had already opened his net.
Thinking of this, the emotions surging in his heart were suppressed, as if the fate of the two people had nothing to do with each other, and there were no forks in the road.
Mo Lingfeng ate so much, her stomach felt heavy, and she said so many words. In fact, she was just talking to Wu Jin, but she waited eagerly, but did not wait until Wu Jin spoke to her.
So she hung her head in disappointment and walked out to join the eldest sister of the Cheng family.
The eldest sister of the Cheng family led her to the place where the female relatives lived. As she walked, she diligently taught her the differences between men and women - Mo Lingfeng had no sister-in-law or mother, and she was getting older, so she could not be raised entirely by Mo Qianlan.
As soon as Mo Lingfeng left, Cheng Ting ran out. Seeing that Wu Jin was the only one left, he stepped forward and said, "Leafing and my eldest sister are gone?"
Wu Jin nodded.
Cheng Ting walked out and said, "You didn't talk to her?"
"No."
Cheng Ting immediately punched him angrily and said angrily: "I'm going to make you mad to death."
He deliberately saved up this game just to make the two of them reconcile as before. Unexpectedly, Mo Lingfeng could still chirp a few words, but Wu Jin seemed to be mute.
As he walked away, he scolded: "You are stupid in reading. You are so stubborn that you don't even know how to adapt. My uncle and others have done bad things. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't be angry at Listening Feng."
How old is she?"
Then, as if he was still angry, he pinched Wu Jin's arm hard: "She is only ten years old! She is our little sister. She did something wrong. You don't teach her, but you still get angry with her. You are simply
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Having said this, he lowered his head and thought about what word to use to express his anger. After a moment, he said: "Stubborn donkey!"
Wu Jin turned her head to look in the direction where Mo Lingfeng left. She didn't see even a shadow. Snow fell rustling on the branches. A maid walked over carrying an ice mirror, which also seemed to contain ice cheese.
He turned around and continued to listen to Cheng Ting scolding him.
Cheng Ting hit and scolded Wu Jin repeatedly and went to the back garden of the inner house. As soon as he entered the garden, he immediately stopped his hand to prevent others from looking down on Wu Jin.
A canopy was erected in the garden, the bluestone path was cleared, the flowers and plants were still lying in the snowdrifts, four tables and chairs were placed in the open space, and there were screens around them. The silver charcoal in the copper furnace was burning red, burning a world of ice and snow.
Give out a sense of warmth.
You can enjoy the snow without being cold.
There were people coming and going, all dressed in fine clothes, and many of the faces were familiar to Wu Jin, either because they had been together when they were rushing for exams, or they had been classmates in the state school.
When these people met Wu and Cheng, they also came forward to chat and joke. Wang Jinghua deliberately treated Wu Jin enthusiastically to show that he remembered the grace of saving his life. However, Cheng Ting kept barking and was very annoying. He even stood there.
Wu Jin, who was beside Cheng Ting, also looked displeased.
Cheng Ting saw that he was lukewarm towards Wu Jin and was very disgusted. He immediately mocked him and called him a toad.
Because Wang Jinghua was burned by a fire in the hotel, his face and neck were covered with fire scars, which increased his ugliness from 10 to 12. No one else mentioned it for fear of displeasing him, but Cheng Ting was not a good person.
When you pick up any pot, you have to stab him.
His face turned pale in anger, and he immediately retorted. However, his words were not sharp, and he fell behind after only three sentences.
Shi Yuan and others hurriedly came forward to persuade him. Brother-in-law Cheng took the opportunity to pull Cheng Ting aside. He also had something on his mind to talk to Mrs. Cheng's beloved son - he and the eldest sister of the Cheng family had been married for less than a month.
When he arrived at her husband's house, she subdued everyone in her husband's family and made her eldest brother-in-law burst into tears.
However, Cheng Ting had no time to listen to his thoughts, because among the crowd of people, he saw the "man named Ding" again.
The husband of the Ding family and the eldest brother of the Cheng family stood together, looking more and more like a little bird. His head was sleek and sleek, he was very elegant from head to toe, and he exuded a sense of sophistication that was completely different from Cheng Ting.
Cheng Ting only took one look, and his heart immediately shrank into the eye of a needle. He couldn't see the red face of brother-in-law Cheng, and said sourly: "Brother-in-law is so proud of his love life that he has become fat."
The eldest brother-in-law was so depressed that he suppressed these words.
Cheng Ting grabbed Wu Jin and sniffed as he was about to cry: "Let's go."
It was at this time of chaos that all the magistrates came to chat and laugh happily.
The weather was cold, it was a family banquet, the officials were wearing regular clothes, and because of the sudden change in the situation, they all looked happy after the disaster. Fortunately, Wang Zhizhou sent letters many times to ask for Zhentian from Guangbei, Kyoto.
Lei, otherwise how could he have defeated the golden robbers so easily.
Now that the Jinlu have retreated, they can calmly prepare for next year's war.
As soon as the officials arrived, the young men, young men, and adults in the field all stopped pecking each other, bragging, and showing off. Those who were sitting stood up, those who were standing crossed their hands, and the voices of greetings kept coming and going.
"father."
"uncle."
"Uncle Shi."
"Weng Weng."
Among the friendly shouts, only Wu Jin could not recognize all the faces, so he simply bent down deeply and waited for all the officials to pass by before standing up.
Before everyone could sit down at the table, another group of people came in from the cold wind. It was the magistrate, magistrate, caosi, tixingsi and other important officials headed by Mo Qianlan.