Yu Jun

"Wu Jin, why aren't you surprised when you see Lefeng?" Cheng Ting popped up and patted Wu Jin hard.

Wu Jin also smiled: "I went out to sell cakes in the city in the morning, and I saw Yin Nan."

Mo Lingfeng also laughed, and Cheng Ting asked Da Hai to go to the table loudly, and at the same time asked Mo Lingfeng to continue talking about the situation in the fort. They were talking about Jinlu, but Wu Jin was the only one who really cared about the war.

The war in the country is a dispute between two countries, fighting for power, power, wealth and honor, and spending on military pay, food and grass. The emperor and courtiers who are far away in Kyoto, and the governors and envoys who are close to Kuanzhou, use a kind of indifference. Facing and manipulating this stalemate war.

But this continuous war, to the common people, is the blood on the banners and armor, the rising food price, the doubled charcoal price last winter, and the racecourse can no longer come and go freely. / There are obstacles everywhere.

Jiangshan is a gamble for the high-ranking people, but it is everything for them to rise to the bottom.

After eating a meal for a long time, until the dark night invaded the house from the sky little by little, the candles in the house were flickering, and the shadows of the three people were stuck on the ground, each of them was different, Mo Lingfeng got up to say goodbye, and Wu Jin also got up to see Mo Lingfeng off go back.

Mo Lingfeng came on horseback. At this time, he was leading the horse, and he and Wu Jin walked home slowly. Yin Nan followed her elusively, and burped with a strong smell.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadows of the elm trees on both sides are slanting, and the sky and the earth are emitting a quiet light. The wind blows a wisp of gardenia fragrance from Mo Lingfeng's body, lingers on the tip of Wu Jin's nose, and holds his sleeve , got into his skirt and floated in front of his eyes.

Mo Lingfeng whispered: "Wu Jin, do you think Li Yitie's medical skills are really good?"

Wu Jin nodded: "Yes, when my father broke his legs, no other doctors dared to take over, only Li Yitie dared to come."

Mo Lingfeng told him about Mo Qianlan's illness: "My brother said that when he returned to Kuanzhou from Kyoto, he fell off the cliff with a man and a horse. He didn't have a few good bones in his body. He used strong medicine, although he saved his life, but his viscera were damaged by the poison, so it was Li Yitie who gave him conditioning medicine."

She grabbed a weed by the side of the road and circled her finger: "Wu Jin, what should I do if my brother is gone?"

A stray cat ran across the roof, scraped off a handful of fallen leaves, and scattered them on Wu Jin's body.

He couldn't cross the threshold in his heart, and he didn't want to think deeply about everything about Mo Qianlan—whether it was the emperor or the Jiedu envoy, he was sorry for the status imposed on them in this struggle.

The sage wrote a book and said that the history is wise, and it has been passed down to this day. Mr. Zhouxue teaches every day, all of which are "the way of the university is to be clear, to be close to the people, and to be good." The students study, introspect, and think carefully every day , discernment, and earnest practice, in order to one day become an official in the court, seek rice fields for the people, reassure the people of the society, and be worthy of the books you read and the food you receive from the world.

The emperor fought for the wealth of the ten states, and Mo Qianlan wanted to protect himself, resulting in bloodshed. If it is known to the world, it will surely make the loyal people of the country feel cold.

In Mo Lingfeng's silence, he only said: "Is your brother okay?"

"Well," Mo Lefeng said honestly, "When I came out, I was very scared. If there is no brother, what is the difference between Kuanzhou and Kyoto, and what is the difference between a fortress and a desert?"

She lowered her head: "After seeing you, I feel better. If Li Yitie can't do it, I'll find another doctor for my brother."

Because Wu Jin is like still water and deep, the light is not shining, which makes her calm and warm.

Wu Jin turned her head to look at Mo Lefeng, she could see the fear, anxiety, and concern in her heart, and she could also see that her eyes were not weak, but showed a compelling arrogance. On the body, it also shows the preciousness that is different from others.

She has always been the Jiaojiao in Mo Qianlan's palm, carried on her back, hugged in her arms, and held in her hand, but she is not really Jiao'er, she is the wind, who can be slow or sick, hard or soft.

He actually met such a girl.

Wu Jin said in a low voice: "Since you have used the medicine Li Yi posted, you have to trust him."

"Well," Mo Lingfeng threw away the grass in his hands, "But Cheng Ting told me that Xu Huiran was seriously ill when he first went to Huzhou, and his life was dying, and it was cured by the doctor in Huzhou."

"Don't believe him. If you care about it, you'll be confused. I've heard Shi Yuan say about it. It's just that Miss Xu is homesick, and she's not seriously ill. The Xu family will take a pack of stove heart loess to Huzhou and it will be fine."

Mo Lingfeng suddenly laughed.

She took out the xun: "I'll blow the snow cold for you."

In the fortress, she often tormented people's ears. The chickens next door heard her howling ghosts and howling wolves at night, and they became sluggish during the day, and they didn't even have the strength to scream.

She brought the xun to her mouth, tried the sound first, and then pressed her fingers, and started blowing whimperingly.

The deep and deep Xun sounded in the wide and quiet street. Although it was not brilliant, it was well tuned. The cat on the roof frowned, screamed at Mo Lingfeng, and then ran away with its back bowed.

Wu Jin thought that Mo Lingfeng is so smart, he can read words he doesn't know, why is he always hesitant when he blows the xun.

He listened carefully, and after a while, he suddenly found that there was no sadness in Mo Lingfeng's xun.

She seems to have used skills to hide the resentment in the xun, but instead amplified the sound of the earth to the extreme, with the vastness of mountains and rivers, the solemnity of thunder, and the sound of wind and snow, thousands of sounds mixed together, rising with the wind, intriguing .

Wu Jin's eyes flickered, and she was about to concentrate on listening again, when there were scolding voices from the left and right, and the windows opened "bang bang", yelling at who is blowing nonsense here.

Mo Lingfeng stopped the Xun song, raised his head, took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and blew out a long "woo", and then asked Wu Jin with a "haha", "Did I blow it better than before?" ?”

Wu Jin nodded: "Yes."

"As long as you agree, when I blew the xun in the fort, someone would beat me up," Mo Lingfeng was overjoyed, "Now whoever loses has to lie on the ground. I sit on his back and listen to me." Blow the xun for four quarters of an hour."

"Then I'm afraid no one will trouble you again."

"Well, but General Zhong likes to hear me blow the xun very much. He said that when I blow the xun, he thinks of his dead brother."

The two gossiped and walked towards Mo's house, the moonlight stretched their shadows very long, and two furtive heads poked out from the corner of the street, watching the two of them leave.

Wang Jinghua opened his mouth wide and yawned. His mouth was already big, and he yawned so hard that the corners of his mouth reached his ears. Then he said to Sun Jing, the little toad beside him, "I just said that Wu Jin is a flatterer. In that case, he still boasted."

Sun Jing nodded again and again: "Maybe his Xie Yuan is Mo Jiedu envoy secretly helping."

"Sure," Wang Jinghua gritted his teeth, "Just wait and see, I'll definitely find out what's wrong with him."

Sun Jing praised him: "You are really persevering and persistent."

The two of them were spitting water in the dark like a ghost, and they "croaked" for a long time before leaving together.