Yu Jun

When Mo Lingfeng heard the news of Cheng Ting, he felt very cordial and missed Cheng Ting, a big dog in human form. He grinned and replied: "Sister-in-law, thank you for your kindness. I can't go to the festival with you. I also want to go to Chongguang Temple."

Mrs. Cheng was full of suspicion: "What are you doing in the temple?"

The elder sister of the Cheng family also raised her eyebrows, and she didn't believe a word she said: "You and uncle are both non-believers, why are you going to the temple?"

She rolled her eyes, looked in the direction of Jiu Sixuan again, gritted her teeth secretly, thinking of the little bastard, she still wanted to hide it from me, and grabbed Mo Lingfeng's hand: "Do you want to go to the temple with someone? Don't go If you really want to worship Buddha, our family enshrines Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, which is clean and untainted, with bright wisdom, enough for you to pray for uncle."

Mo Lingfeng struggled a little, but failed to break free from the clutches of the eldest sister of the Cheng family. Half of her body was embedded in the plump body of the elder sister. She smelled the rich milky fragrance, and she couldn't help sniffing hard: "You smell so good."

The eldest sister of the Cheng family laughed "haha" twice: "It's you—"

She wanted to say nephew, but then she thought, according to her seniority, she had to call Mo Lingfeng little aunt, and the little baby she gave birth to had to be called aunt?

This seniority is particularly frightening to talk about, so why not ignore it, she immediately said: "It's the fragrance of the leopard slave."

As soon as she mentioned the little baby she gave birth to, she softened, and Mo Lingfeng took the opportunity to break free, and she explained to the mother and daughter: "It's not to go to the temple to play, but to set up the death card. The two battalions I manage, those who died in battle Soldier, I took all the general households back and sent them to Chongguang Temple to set up the rebirth plaque."

After hearing this, the mother and daughter fell silent.

Mrs. Cheng said: "You are thoughtful, those are also other people's children, we can still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, it all depends on you staying outside."

She reached out to touch Mo Lefeng's head, her eyes were red: "Good boy, when he grows up, he will be able to do things. Unlike Cheng San, who only knows how to be mischievous at home."

Thinking of Cheng Ting, her love for her son was born spontaneously, and she wished she could take her son out of the examination room in Jeju and put her in her arms to caress her.

And the eldest sister of the Cheng family has a strong preference for her: "Aniang, the third child is smart, but he doesn't like to study. In my opinion, when he comes back from the exam, his credit will be broken and he will be detained at home." Study hard, maybe next spring, you will be a fellow Jinshi."

"That's not it," Mrs. Cheng slapped her hands, "San'er has been smart since he was a child. When he comes back, I will severely restrain him from studying."

Mo Lingfeng silently shed a tear of sympathy for Cheng Ting in her heart—this year, Qiu Wei hadn't seen him yet, and the eldest sister locked him up under the name of Chun Wei.

The words of the mother and daughter could not be exhausted, just as they were about to instruct Mo Lingfeng a few more times, the young servant of the Mo residence bowed his head and walked over: "Miss, the eldest uncle of the Cheng family is here."

"The Leopard Slave must have woken up," the eldest sister of the Cheng family walked out with Mrs. Cheng on her arm, "Since you go to pray to Buddha during the day, you still come to our house for dinner at night."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "That brother is so lonely."

When Mrs. Cheng heard this, she felt even more distressed. As she walked, she patted Mo Lingfeng's hand and told her: "Stay at home at night, don't run around, I will ask Dahai to bring you pancakes."

She thought of Mrs. Zhou Judgment again, and scolded, "It must be the trick of the old bastard, and he is the worst. The old thing is old, and he is still thinking about Qianlan's family wealth."

The eldest sister of the Cheng family glanced back at the long corridor. Even though there was no one, a straight figure appeared in her mind.

She watched Mo Lingfeng grow up. Like Mo Qianlan, he has a cold and arrogant ruthlessness. Going to Cheng's house to rescue soldiers is definitely not something Mo Lingfeng can think of - she may directly send Which corner of the state judge's wife is buried.

As for Mofu Yin's Northern and Southern Shuangsha, they are even more simple-minded, with well-developed limbs, the north is stronger than the south, and they can go out to run errands in all directions, not to mention the south, they are simply beasts.

Only Wu Jin, who had just arrived in Mo's house to help, could not move rashly and move in a proper way.

Mo Lingfeng sent the mother and daughter to the corner gate. At the gate, the eldest sister of the Cheng family avoided Mrs. Cheng and wanted to have a few whispers with Mo Lingfeng.

When Mrs. Cheng went out and got into the carriage, she suddenly stretched out her hand, pinched Mo Lingfeng's ear, and stared at Yin Nan again - she was in command of many kittens and puppies at home, and was born good at controlling beasts. .

Then she sternly told Mo Lingfeng: "Don't be in the same room with Wu Jin, do you understand?"

Mo Lingfeng stood on tiptoe in pain, wanted to cry, but said "understand" again and again, and asked the elder sister to let go, the ears were going to become pig ears.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family let go of her hand, her expression not relaxed at all: "You can't even hold hands!"

Seeing her frighteningly raised eyebrows, Mo Lefeng made many promises: "I know."

The eldest sister of the Cheng family took the opportunity to teach a few words of defense between men and women, not to reprimand Mo Lingfeng to the chaste woman, but because she was afraid that she would be ignorant and would not know if she suffered a loss in this - there is only one old woman in Mo's house Ma, who will teach her?

At the end of the training, she saw Mo Lingfeng drooping her head, she just nodded and let her go temporarily, and asked in a low voice, "Is Tiangui here?"

"No."

"Tiangui is here to send me a letter, and I will teach you."

After all, she strode out.

Mo Lingfeng was grateful, but returned to Jiu Sixuan listlessly. He pinched his red ears. He had lingering fears about the eldest sister of the Cheng family. He glanced at Wu Jin and said without a fuss: "Cheng Ting is so pitiful." .”

"Huh?" Wu Jin looked at her ears, "Why are they red?"

"Cheng Suning picked it up," Mo Lingfeng pointed to Yin Nan, "it's useless."

Yin Nan was also in a dilemma - she couldn't beat the eldest sister of the Cheng family to the ground, she was no match just because of her aura.

Mo Lingfeng knew that the eldest sister of the Cheng family had good intentions, so she rubbed her ears and prepared to go out to the Chongguang Temple in the city to worship Buddha.

She ordered Yin Nan to fetch a roster, put it in a sandalwood box with red lacquer lotus pattern, and handed it to Wu Jin: "It's better for you to hold it, this is the roster of Mo's army who died in battle, I will take it to the temple to enshrine."

Wu Jin's hands are clean and have not been stained with darkness, so she can hold this roster.

Wu Jin stretched out her hand to catch it, and suddenly felt that the wooden box was extremely heavy, and she held it carefully, as if the dead soul lived in the box, and it would dissipate with a slight movement.

Mo Lingfeng's small women's army also followed her.

They did not dress up as soldiers, but all wore their hair in buns, crowns of ten thousand life flowers, and silver-gray narrow-sleeved short jackets. Twelve patterns of Luo Qun were tied around the waist with silk belts, outlining the unique softness and beauty of women.

However, in addition to being soft and gentle, they have sharp knives with sheaths on their waists and knives in their boots. This kind of beauty adds strength for no reason, showing everyone that they are not delicate and bully, but fierce.

Such a troupe of women's soldiers was enough to attract attention, and surrounded by Mo Lefeng, the streets immediately boiled up.

Those who knew Mo Lefeng, and those who had heard of Mo Lefeng, all looked at her in unison, full of astonishment and curiosity about her and her women's army.