Yu Jun

Wu Jin bowed her head in worship, and everyone sat high, staring at this poor family closely.

After a while, Wang Zhizhou let out a "puchi" and said with a sneer, "Wu Jin, are you paying New Year's greetings or pleading guilty? Or are you here to ask the Jiedu envoy to do something? Why didn't you even say a word?"

He looked at Mo Qianlan with a half-smile: "Or, you found out the bad things about Mo Jiedushi and dare not say it?"

Mo Qianlan met his gaze, and both of them understood without any doubt.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, a list of soldiers was sent to Wang Zhizhou in the fortress. All of the hundred names on it were deserters.

These one hundred deserters have not been counted down, and they have been filling the wallets of Wang Zhizhou and others. This time the soldiers distributed the rewards for the Chinese New Year, and the soldiers in each capital were reorganized for the next year, and then they suddenly came out.

The people in the fortress did not dare to say anything, they just transferred the 100 people away first, and then compared the list of soldiers killed in battle, and saw that the [-] soldiers borrowed by Mo Qianlan had all died in battle.

They were so surreptitious that they didn't realize it until now, and while they were shocked, they quickly passed the matter to Wang Zhizhou.

When Wang Zhizhou received the news, he broke out in a cold sweat, and finally knew why Mo Qianlan abandoned his family business and wanted to send Mo Lingfeng to the fortress.

He didn't exchange millions of coins for the sneer of "Guide Zhonghou", but really inserted a force of his own into the fortress.

And the reason why His Majesty's imperial edict has not been issued is probably not only hesitating, but also waiting for any changes in Kuanzhou, and there may even be a secret envoy in the capital who has already passed by.

And he, Wang Zhizhou, became Mo Qianlan's accomplice and accomplice without knowing it, and was forced to keep the secret.

At this time, he looked at Mo Qianlan, as if he could feel that there was a huge sinister soul in his sickly skin, and it was silently reaching into the feet of each of them, ready to strike at any time, and put them away from the current situation. Pull down the chair.

He doesn't even have a place to vent his anger!
"Wu Jieyuan, is it related to Baozhai?" Wang Zhizhou raised his voice. This voice was not surprising at all, but when he uttered the word "Baozhai", it immediately seemed like a taut string, holding everyone together.

Wu Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, became the target of public criticism, and everyone wanted to pry his mouth open and pull out one or two secrets.

At this moment, there was a long whimper and a long howl from outside. It was because of a strong wind that there was nowhere to enter, and there was a fierce roar outside.

Everyone quickly looked at the window, and saw that the sky through the bright paper suddenly turned dark, but in a short while, it was already ashen, and there was not even a ray of sunlight.

Cheng Taishan frowned, and changed the subject: "Looks like there is a heavy snowfall."

Cheng Ting sat at the end, anxious, and continued to talk nonsense: "That is, when we came, the weather was not very good, and we were drowsy. It must be snowing heavily."

Mo Qianlan reached out and touched her knee: "It's going to snow, there's dampness, Wu Jin, get up, it's enough if you have this kind of intention, Yin Bei, give Wu Jin a piece of lucky money too."

Wang Zhizhou watched Wu Jin collect the New Year's money, got up and returned to the original place, and sneered, "A fast servant, Mo Jiedu envoy protects me so much, it really makes me jealous, I only hope that Jiedu envoy will protect me too." short."

Cheng Taishan frowned tightly: "Yunsheng, what's going on with you today, you're so angry, you're sour and jealous, those who don't know think you're in love with Qianlan."

He turned his head to look at Mo Qianlan again: "You too, what are you doing in your own home with such a fancy dress!"

Cheng Ting said loudly, "Uncle is pretty, and I like to watch it too."

The other two colleagues suddenly laughed.

Wang Zhizhou was in distress, so Cheng Taishan chewed his tongue again, the anger surged in his stomach, it became more and more full, and he had nowhere to vent, so he could only sit with a sullen face.

And Cheng Taishan saw that he was swollen with anger, like an old bastard, he secretly laughed, and at the same time reprimanded Cheng Ting: "What nonsense, kid, shut up and eat your food!"

Cheng Ting reached out for the tangerines and retorted recklessly: "You can't shut up when you eat."

Amidst the sound of "haha", the sky has turned dark green, and the ridge of the roof is pressed hard, and heavy snow is falling, but after a while, it is already blurred and even the outside can't be seen clearly.

Mo Qianlan drank a cup of tea: "Looks like God wants to keep you here for dinner, and there are some good game in the kitchen, please try it."

Cheng Taishan immediately said: "I can't ask for it."

Mo Qianlan ordered his servants to set up the table, and asked them to bring calligraphy and paintings to appreciate together, but he got up and went to the official room, and beckoned for Wu Jin to accompany him.

The door curtain was lifted, and the wind and snow were overwhelming, making people unable to open their mouths. The two walked down the corridor, Yin Bei and his servants followed from a distance, and Mo Qianlan couldn't bear the cold wind before he passed the flower hall. He grabbed Wu Jin's arm violently, grabbed the hem of his shirt with his right hand, bowed his waist and coughed violently.

The sound he coughed was very hollow, as if the viscera had been eroded by the disease, so he could only make this hollow sound.

Wu Jin felt that he was shaking violently with his handwriting, and suddenly an inexplicable thought came to his mind - Mo Qianlan was an orchid watered with blood.

This flower grows in the greenhouse that is always like spring, and it has an orchid-like fragrance and elegant posture. Once it appears in the wind and snow, the beautiful appearance will start to peel off, revealing the incomplete internal organs, strong bloody smell, and large pieces floating on the body. A lot of corruption.

He didn't feel relieved until Mo Qianlan's hand was removed from his body.

Walking into the official room with difficulty, Mo Qianlan didn't let go, just sat down on the chair outside, and asked Wu Jin: "You want to ask me about Lingfeng?"

Wu Jin nodded: "The Jinlu has recuperated for many years. Once a war starts, he must be like a wolf and a tiger. Do you know how many soldiers died in the war? Others will die. She is a body of flesh and blood, so she will die naturally. 100 people are not enough To protect her on the battlefield, do you have a perfect plan to protect her? Even if you have a perfect plan, what if there is an emergency? "

Mo Qianlan didn't expect him to speak cruel words in such a calm manner.

Sitting stiffly, he felt that Wu Jin came with a sharp knife, stabbing him in the chest, and once it was inserted to the end, it would definitely make his heart ache.

There was a salty and sour smell in his throat, he swallowed it, and chuckled lightly: "I don't have a perfect solution, but I just paved a way for her to survive, and she will have to rely on herself for the rest."

He reached into his sleeve, took out a wooden hairpin, and handed it to Wu Jin: "She left in a hurry, let me give it to you first, please don't be angry with her again."

Wu Jin took it in her hand, and under the dim light, she could barely see the wooden hairpin clearly.

The hairpin has not been carved yet, and there are burrs on the edge, and only a few pieces of bamboo leaves are carved on it. If it is so rough and has to be sent out, Mo Lingfeng doesn't know if he can survive in the fortress.

He stared blankly at the hairpin, thinking that there really was no perfect solution.

Standing weakly for a moment, he put away his hairpin, said goodbye to Mo Qianlan calmly, and walked into the wind and snow without taking the oiled paper umbrella that Yin Bei handed over.

He didn't feel cold, and some trivial fragments of studying in Mofu flashed in his mind, cheerful and full of vitality.

He thinks that everyone has their own way to go, Mo Lingfeng is like this, so is he.