Yu Jun

Jiusixuan was extremely gloomy and cold.

Wu Jin deliberated and wrote for a long time, writing down everything that happened in Mo Mansion on paper, trying her best to be as detailed as possible, so that Mo Lingfeng could see everything in Mo Mansion from the lines.

The more she knows, the less she will guess wildly, the more she can know that the Mo family has not collapsed, and the Mo family needs to rely on her strength in the fortress to continue to stand.

A gust of damp cold wind suddenly blew in outside, making him shiver, and there was a little more ink on the paper.

He did not change the paper, waited for the ink ball to dry, and continued to write: "I think the ancestors once said that 'governing a big country is like cooking small fish', and Mao Chuan also said that 'fish will be broken if it is troubled, and it will be scattered when governing the people. Know how to cook fish Then you will know how to govern the people', if this is the case in governing the country, so should the management of the family.

Qi Chang brought the brazier in, put it at his feet, served hot tea again, quietly glanced at the paper, quickly looked away, and backed out.

Wu Jin didn't stop writing: "The things I did today are these few things. You can see that there are some omissions. I am here for everything in the mansion. I will not hide it from you or lie to you. You can march in the fort with peace of mind. .

Remember that if you do urgent matters quickly, you will be meritorious if you are quick; if you do urgent matters late, you will make more mistakes if you are busy.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I look forward to returning, Wu Jin. "

He read the letter again from the beginning to the end. He put the pen on Bijia Mountain, folded the letter and put it in the box, and waited for Yin Bei to send it to the fortress tomorrow.

Putting his hands on the brazier, he tossed and toasted his hands, his eyes slowly passing over the three sets of tables and chairs arranged in lines.

When Cheng Ting came back from Hengshan, he immediately rushed to Jeju to participate in the other test. He would not come back until the end of August. If Cheng Ting was there, Mo Lingfeng should be more relaxed.

He couldn't imagine how Mo Lingfeng would face the successive bad news. He couldn't share her grief. Zhao Shiheng's death had already made her cry, not to mention Mo Qianlan.

The autumn rain fell, followed by another three or four rounds, and the weather in Kuanzhou quickly turned cold. The woman who was wearing a gauze shirt the day before changed into a jacket this day, and the autumn was also cloudy and rainy. , the students who took the exam were miserable.

It was not until the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival that the rain stopped, the breeze was cold, and the sky was high and the clouds were light.

That night, when the pontoon was lowered in the fortress, Mo Lingfeng returned to the city quietly with a team of people.

She rolled the saddle off the horse in front of the mansion gate, and saw someone sneaking around in front of the mansion gate, strode forward, and without waiting for the man to utter any sophistry, raised the whip, whipped him to the ground and howled.

The door on duty opened in a panic amidst wailing sounds. Before he could see who the distorted black figure on the ground was, Mo Lingfeng had already thrown the whip to Yin Nan, strode into the mansion, and the team behind her The 20 soldiers also stepped up the stone steps without looking sideways.

Menzi bowed his head and saluted: "Gu"

The cold wind brought by the soldiers walking swallowed up another word of his, and he was stunned in place, watching the group of female soldiers walk in boldly and boldly.

After handing over the female soldiers to Yin Nan, Mo Lingfeng walked quickly into the second hall to see Mo Qianlan. Before he saw Mo Qianlan, he met Li Yitie in the corridor.

Li Yitie looked up at the sky with his sleeves folded, saw the dusty Mo Lingfeng, looked her up and down, let out a "huh", and thought in his heart: "There is murderous intent."

Mo Lingfeng stopped in his tracks, suppressed the murderous aura he brought back from the battlefield, and sincerely asked about Mo Qianlan's situation.

Li Yitie told her the truth - alive is equivalent to death, and he will be able to wake up in the future, but with his body, if he wakes up, he will be exhausted, so it is better not to wake up.

Mo Lingfeng listened to every word, with a very calm expression, not hysterical, but numb all over and dull mind, as if what Li Yitie said was hard to understand.

After listening, she said "oh", nodded, opened the door and walked in.

The smell in the room was strange, Mo Lingfeng had never smelled it before.

The agarwood is strong, mixed with the smell of medicine, with the aroma of powder and powder, and there is also a peculiar smell.

Two chubby aunts surrounded the bed and surrounded Mo Qianlan airtightly. One of them turned around when he heard the movement, and saw that it was Mo Lingfeng, he hurriedly stood up. Seeing her holding the medicine bowl, Mo Lingfeng immediately Waving: "Continue to feed."

Then she came closer and saw that the two of them were feeding the medicine with four hands, regardless of you and me, and the movements were gentle. The spoon did not poke straight into the throat, but sideways to Mo Qianlan's mouth, letting the medicine flow down Flow in.

After feeding a bowl of medicine, the aunt in yellow ordered the servant girl to send out the medicine bowl, and then poured hot water in. The aunt in green brought knee pants and a cloth quilt, spread them on the bamboo smoker cage, and then asked Mo Ling very shyly. The wind avoided.

Mo Lefeng turned his back expressionlessly.

The two aunts led the maids to move Mo Qianlan, tidy up the quilt, change clothes, and open a small door and window of the compartment to let the cold wind blow in slowly in a circle, so as to dispel the smell in the room.

The aunts tidied up and retreated. Mo Lingfeng walked to the bed, stared at Mo Qianlan for a moment, wiped off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Mo Qianlan.

She turned her head to look at Mo Qianlan, and felt that Mo Qianlan hadn't changed, much better than she expected.

There is no aging, no death, Mo Lingfeng looked helplessly for a long time, thinking: "It's good to be alive."

As long as she is alive, she is not alone, she also has a brother.

She lay with Mo Qianlan for a long time, comforting herself over and over again in her heart, and in the middle of the night, she thought of Zhao Shiheng's teachings.

Big girl, I can't pester my brother like this anymore.

So she got out of bed, pulled on her shoes, and went out.

Yin Bei waited outside the door, and when he saw Mo Lingfeng came back for the festival, he smiled again: "Girl, you can stay a few more days."

"Well," Mo Lingfeng stepped out, "Who did you follow for Wu Jin's monthly salary?"

Yin Bei's smiling face immediately froze, and he raised his hand to pat his head: "I forgot..."

Mo Lingfeng stopped and looked up at him: "His family is poor, if he loses money for a day, he loses a meal, have you forgotten?"

"I..." Yin Bei squatted down and put his body under Mo Lingfeng so that it would be easier for Mo Lingfeng to do it, "Please punish me, girl."

Mo Lingfeng didn't hit anyone, but said in a cold voice: "If it was Uncle Zhao, would you forget? You invite him back, let him solve the problems of the Mo family, let him take over Uncle Zhao's affairs, but you can't respect him like Uncle Zhao He even forgot his salary and etiquette, but he has no respect for him!"

Yin Bei's face flushed red, and he knelt down on two legs: "Girl, I was wrong."

"Send the salary now."

"According to whose example?"

"Follow Uncle Zhao's example."

"Could it be too much? As soon as the autumn is over, Master Wu will go to the capital to participate in next year's spring, and I'm afraid he won't come back next year."

Zhao Shiheng is in Mo's residence, with a monthly salary of 100 taels of silver, and another [-]% profit, and the gold and silver in the account can be withdrawn at will - his surname is not Mo, but Mo Qianlan regards him as Mo's family.

"He will come back. When he's not here, kill anyone who disobeys you."

"Yes."

"Go ahead, he'll take it."

Mo Lingfeng knew what Wu Jin was giving up, and Wu Jin also knew what he was doing, so there was no need to back and forth.