Yu Jun

Chapter 10
A servant girl served tea, and Mo Qianlan looked over kindly: "Drink some tea, today suddenly changed, you are still selling cakes outside, it is really hard work."

Wu Jin's back felt slightly sweaty, and replied: "I'm used to it, it's not hard."

Mo Qianlan nodded, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face: "On the ninth day of March, your academy went to the horse garden outside the city to see the spring scenery, and you went too, didn't you?"

After Wu Jin heard this, all the conjectures in his mind fell to the ground, which made him calm down, and let out a slow breath: "Yes."

Mo Qianlan's smile deepened - his eyebrows were very similar to Mo Lingfeng's, but his expression was completely different, it was always gloomy and gloomy, which made it difficult to get close to him.

"I heard from Ah Yao, you ran with her for a while, and you ran quite a distance, and you all went to the Shuo River, didn't you?"

Wu Jin replied: "Yes."

"Then what did you see by the river?" Mo Qianlan's voice became more gentle, and the light in his eyes was also very sincere, "Don't be afraid, drink some tea."

Wu Jin met his gaze, but didn't feel any kindness, but sensed deception from his gaze.

As long as Wu Jin said something unfavorable, he would die silently like Liu Baoqi.

He cleared his throat and took a sip from his teacup.

The tea is good, the soup is clear, fragrant, and the cup is also good, purple-black, with ice flakes, and when it is put back on the cup holder, it makes a crisp and jade-like collision sound.

Other than that, there was only silence.

After a full quarter of an hour, Mo Qianlan leaned back slightly, stretched his body, and put his hands on the armrest of the chair: "Is this your answer?"

"Yes."

"No matter who asks you, how to ask you, you always answer like this?"

"Yes."

Mo Qianlan smiled sincerely this time: "You are all very sensible, wipe off your sweat, I am afraid of the cold, the room is full of charcoal, and you young people are very angry. When you come to my room, you feel hot."

Wu Jin reached out to wipe the sweat, but she didn't feel hot, but her back was cold.

Mo Qianlan's knife hangs silently around his neck, and only the two of them understand it. In a short while, he has already walked through the gate of hell.

A servant brought a small bowl of medicine and put it beside Mo Qianlan, Wu Jin hurriedly got up: "I don't want to disturb the Jiedu envoy, late student, I will take my leave."

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand and pressed it down: "No rush, Auntie will be here soon."

He squeezed a large piece of rock sugar from the plate and put it into the bowl, and smiled at Wu Jin: "You keep the medicine and tell her not to drink it, it's mine."

After all, he got up and left.

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, then heard the sound of footsteps outside, Mo Lingfeng ran in briskly, wearing a colorful dress, like a bird with bright feathers, rushed out of the dark cage.

"Wu Jin!" She yelled, climbed up the chair Mo Qianlan was sitting on, knelt on it, and stretched her head to look at the medicine bowl, "The sugar cake you sent is delicious, but there is less sugar, next time put more Sugar."

Wu Jin nodded: "Okay."

He listened to Mo Lingfeng's voice, his cheeks were slightly red and swollen, as if he had a toothache.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hands, holding the medicine bowl, and smacked his lips twice.

"Don't drink it," Wu Jin walked over and tried to remove the medicine bowl, "This is for the Jiedushi, he will be back soon."

When Mo Lingfeng heard that it was Mo Qianlan's medicine, he raised the bowl and drank it, gulped it down a few times, and finally swallowed the unmelted rock sugar in the bowl.

Even if there was sugar, she wrinkled her face bitterly: "I'll just drink it!"

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands—her front tooth fell out again, and there were two black holes missing side by side.

Wu Jin understood that Mo Qianlan was coaxing her to drink the medicine, so she smiled helplessly: "It's not good, don't drink it next time."

Mo Lingfeng replied with a bitter face: "It's delicious! I'll drink it next time!"

She climbed down from the chair and tugged on Wu Jin's sleeve: "There are also fish raised here, come and see."

Behind the black lacquered wooden frame screen, near the window, there is a brand-new large yellow sand vat, which has not yet cultivated its emerald green color. There is a layer of eight treasures and strange stones on the bottom of the water. Underneath, it looks more and more radiant.

Mo Lingfeng stepped on his feet, holding the rim of the tank with both hands: "The one with the black scar on the forehead, Uncle Zhao said to jump over the dragon's gate."

Listening to her child's words, Wu Jin felt that the oppression and fear she had just suffered on Mo Qianlan's body were like ice under the sun, slowly melting away, and a smile appeared on her face.

Not far from the window, there was another hut. There was no light in the room, and there were only two ghostly figures standing there.

One is Mo Qianlan and the other is Zhao Shiheng.

"How?" Mo Qianlan asked.

Zhao Shiheng stood still, pondered for a long time, and finally said: "He has a bone-like appearance, a bright heart, a clear heart, and he has cultivated awe-inspiring spirit."

Mo Qianlan snorted heavily with her nose: "Ah Yao chose it herself, her eyes are bright, so naturally she wouldn't choose a bad one, but he has to fly south, so how can he keep it?"

I don't know if he wants to praise Wu Jin or Mo Lingfeng.

Zhao Shiheng smiled: "Okay, I can't keep it, and it's not good, it's useless to keep it. Besides, Tunan flies, the higher you fly, the farther you can see. For the girl, it's a good thing."

"What if he refuses to fly back?"

"Then break his wings, make him fall heavily from a height, and have to return."

A few fluttering words instantly made the dark room colder and darker, making them feel suffocated.

No one moved, let the memory of the past erode, there is no future.

A series of hearty laughter awakened the two of them. It was Mo Lingfeng's unreserved laughter. She had not been disciplined, and even her laughter was full of wildness.

The depression in the room suddenly dissipated, and Mo Qianlan said in a low voice, "Let him alone."

Zhao Shiheng nodded, sighed, and couldn't help but said: "You still have to have a child. As long as it is born, we can find a way to support it. Didn't we raise Lefeng under His Majesty's nose?"

His voice became quieter: "The midwife said that the good concubine who was brought in last time must have been raised without permission. I didn't expect anything to happen. I'll go find it again."

Mo Qianlan closed his eyes: "Don't worry about it, everyone is easy to give birth, but there is no movement, I'm afraid it's my fault, it should be in the capital - he is destined to be the last child of the Mo family, I didn't expect God to send a young man back .”

Thinking of this, he suppressed his voice and laughed.

Zhao Shiheng couldn't help laughing, but he still persuaded: "The doctor is just talking nonsense, you should go to the aunt's yard to sit more."

Mo Qianlan looked calm: "Okay, I will listen to you."

That night, Mo Qianlan did not see Wu Jin again. After Wu Jin left the house with the cake money, he listened to Zhao Shiheng's words and went to work in his aunt's house. After a short rest, Mo Lingfeng's nanny came in a hurry , called him away.

Mo Lingfeng had a toothache and couldn't be coaxed no matter what, the nanny had no choice but to dig Mo Qianlan out of his aunt's bed.

"Did you order insect medicine?"

"It's on, and the swelling subsided when I slept, but suddenly it hurts for some reason."

Mo Qianlan hurriedly went to "Changsui Residence", and saw Mo Lingfeng crying, his face was so red and swollen, even his eyes were swollen.

He quickly took Mo Lingfeng over, hugged her with his buttocks on his body, patted her on the back with one hand, and coaxed her in a low voice as he walked: "Hey, dear, little dog..."

(End of this chapter)