Yu Jun

When Wu Jin heard her classmates talking about Mo Lingfeng, a drop of sweat was slipping from her temples, down her chin, and dripping into her neck, her heart jumped in her chest, as if something had broken out of her shell, making him Xinxinran.

It has nothing to do with the power of the Mo family, nor does it have anything to do with Mo Lingfeng's smooth and unimpeded service in the army, it's just pure joy.

A heart is beating quietly, just like the autumn wind and the ever-changing rosy clouds, they are all derived naturally, without any artificiality or deliberation.

He closed his heart, looked at Zhangjiabao, and didn't move for a while, until Cheng Ting pulled hard, and then he came back to his senses: "What?"

"Go back to eat," Cheng Ting quietly withdrew his hand, lest Wu Jin find himself making two black fingerprints on his sleeve, "Aren't you tired?"

"Tired." Wu Jin walked back together with him.

Students from the two academies formed a short-lived friendship while digging insect eggs. They got together for a simple dinner. They became friends for less than half an hour, and because Wang Jinghua scrambled for hot water, the friendship between the newly united classmates immediately changed. Make a plate of loose sand.

The students were all young people. After a day of hard work, Wu Jin still had the energy to separate and combine. Wu Jin returned to the room, closed her eyes and rested for a while, spread out the pen and paper, and wrote a diary.

"July 25th in the [-]th year of Yuanzhang, the autumn was high and the air was crisp, catching locusts and digging eggs all day long.

The vegetation in the mountain has been eaten away, and I accidentally found a clump of soybeans, which has grown and has not been eaten by locusts. Could it be that locusts don't like soybeans?
If this is the case, during locust plagues, soybeans can be grown to avoid disasters.

It may also be a coincidence, and more needs to be seen. "

After writing briefly, he put the diary aside, loosened his hair, and put the wooden hairpin on the table. He had already carved the bamboo leaves on the hairpin and polished the edges smooth.

Mo Lingfeng's heart seems to be hidden in these tiny things, which can be touched and seen, but it is difficult to comprehend.

He rubbed his hairpin, wondering whether Mo Lingfeng's every move was intentional or sincere?

He is a person in the mundane world, he is in a daze, unable to see through his scheming, holding such a small gift in his hand, he is trapped in this.

There was a "quack" sound outside the window, he opened the window and looked, and saw a group of gray geese flying past in the sky, he held the wooden hairpin tightly in his hand, wondering if he could see Mo Lingfeng on the day of the peace talks.

On July [-]th, when the students were digging the gap between the insect eggs and looking towards Zhangjiabao, they saw that the security was getting stricter. Get out of the sheath and practice.

Cheng Ting also touched his neck from time to time, and felt that the peace talks were not as refined as he thought, but were full of swords and swords, as if if there was a disagreement, the two sides would start fighting.

And it was dangerous for them to be so close.

Just when he felt the danger, two more groups of soldiers went up the mountain and made a big search for Hengshan. When they were having dinner in the small school yard, the two groups of soldiers rushed into the fort again and made a big attack on them. Thorough investigation.

"Yin Nan," Cheng Ting stood at the door with his hands spread apart, "You've lost your head now?"

He stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Look at the world, you women are fighting outside, but we men are digging up insect eggs in the mountains, it's upside down."

Yin Nan's face was paralyzed, expressionless, he only searched his house carefully, and bent down to search for the big yellow dog.

The big yellow dog didn't dare to move, and let her fumble with its four legs stiff.

"Where are you girls?" Cheng Ting asked without her answering, "If you don't follow her, who will protect her now?"

Wu Jin stood at the door of her room, and when she heard this, she also looked sideways.

"Someone," Yin Nan replied briefly, "shut up."

As soon as she told Cheng Ting to shut up, Xiao Dou came out of Wu Jin's room shaking his big body: "A'nan, have you finished searching?"

Cheng Ting raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes back and forth between the two, and deliberately teased a few words, but facing Xiao Dou's tall stature and fierce face, he stopped laughing and thought in his heart: "When this man goes to the battlefield, he can swing several of them with one arm."

And when Yin Nan saw Xiao Dou, he turned around and left—Xiao Dou is a big fool, seeing Yin Nan's unusual killing, he admired Yin Nan in his heart, and would show his heart to her every now and then, and show her what he had saved in the bank. He said that it was a pity that the silver was kept in the bank, so please Yin Nan spend some of it.

Yin Nan annoyed him, it took a lot of effort to fight, and it was inconvenient to assassinate him, so he hid when he saw him, and he was almost restrained.

Cheng Ting was full of gossip and wanted to ask questions, but Yin Nan walked fast, his words couldn't keep up with her footsteps, so he could only let it go.

At the end of the day, the entire Zhangjiabao and Hengshan area were already full of swords and guns, and the water of security could not enter.

Early in the morning on July [-], the students stood on the northwest side together with Jiaoyu, watching the movements of Zhangjiabao intently.

At three o'clock in the morning, the first to arrive was the generals of Gaopingzhai. They stood on the mountain and couldn't see what was going on below them. They could only see the black flag waving on the horse. A group of soldiers dismounted from the stone steps and entered the fort with whips Someone else led the horse to the stable.

Wu Jin tried her best to see the faces of these people clearly. Just as they were blurred, a round of red sun suddenly jumped out of the wilderness, and the golden light shone in all directions instantly. His sleeves immediately turned into wings, which were raised high and backward.

For a moment, he saw Mo Lefeng.

I can't see it clearly, but I can only see the gold collar on her neck, which is shining with golden light in the morning light. Under the light armor, there is a garnet red round neck shirt with wide sleeves. The clothes are ordinary in style, but there are fine stitches on it The dark red pattern, when the sleeves are blown by the wind, the pattern is like riding on waves, the velvet color is dazzling, and the beautiful embroidery intersects.

Cheng Ting immediately patted Wu Jin: "Look, Lefeng, so majestic."

The Jiaoyu who was standing aside immediately gave a "shh", forbidding him to speak again.

After Mo Lingfeng and his group entered, another quarter of an hour later, another procession came, surrounded by three sedan chairs, and went straight to the front of the fort.

The people in the sedan chair opened the curtain and came out one after another. They still couldn't see their faces clearly, so they could only speculate on their identities based on what they knew.

Wu Jin first watched the three of them go up the stone steps, and then looked at the person who followed them after a pause.

This person came on horseback, presumably because of the long distance. When walking, the lameness of his left foot was very obvious—it was Zhao Shiheng.

Seeing Zhao Shiheng, Wu Jin felt uneasy.

After a night of shock at Jeju Guanyi, the first thing he saw was Zhao Shiheng. Zhao Shiheng's haunting was like a harbinger of a conspiracy.

Has the peace talks changed?

After Mo Qianlan and others entered Zhangjiabao, Zhangjiabao regained a short period of calm. This time, it took half an hour before there was any movement again.

A sentry galloped over, got off his horse, and rushed into the fort. After a while, a man who looked like a commander came out of the fort, leading the soldiers and standing in the road, waiting for the Jinlu to come.

Standing among the mountains, Wu Jin and the others couldn't help but calm down, with solemn expressions, and their eyes fixed on the southwest direction.