Yu Jun

Wu Jin turned her head to look at Mo Lefeng, the bright sun showed everything on her face.

Her facial features and outlines have gradually become clear, but her face is still covered with a thin layer of down.

Her childhood seems to be very long, even though her eyebrows and eyes have faded a little immature, but the details of her face are still young, no one knows when she will take a big stride and step into the ranks of graceful girls.

However, she just grew up like this, and the things she experienced have already made Wu Jin feel horrified. If she continues to grow, what kind of horrified will she be when she grows up to the point where she can become hostile to the imperial power in the capital?
Wu Jin withdrew her gaze, didn't think about it anymore, just walked around the temple with her.

The group returned to Mo Mansion before lunch, and Mo Lingfeng gave the Women's Army half a day's leave, and sat in the Jiu Si Xuan flower hall to have dinner with Wu Jin.

Lunch is not as full as breakfast, but it is also quite good. The crab was forcibly removed, and it was replaced by broiled lamb, sour bamboo shoots and chicken tip soup, smoked meat, red fish, and lamb soup in the kitchen Cooked two bowls of hot noodle soup, served with a plate of bad goose gizzards and a plate of whitebait.

The wine was rock sugar lychee wine, and Mo Lingfeng poured it while holding the jug. Wu Jin quickly reached out to hold the jug, took it in her hand, and poured two glasses of fruit wine.

Mo Lingfeng drank a cup, took a sip of the soup, felt that the sour soup was appetizing, and his brother should be able to drink a little, so he beckoned Qi Chang to the kitchen, sent a cup of soup to the second hall, and asked the aunts to feed it to Mo. Qianlan drinks.

After tasting it, she ate with peace of mind, her appetite was not large, and when she finished eating, Wu Jin hadn't finished eating, so she held the wine cup and slowly drank the sweet fruit wine.

By the time Wu Jin had dinner, she had already drank three cups in a row, her face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She didn't have any more tea to drink, so she stood up with a puffed stomach, and went to the front yard with Wu Jin to sort out Zhao Shiheng's things.

The two talked while walking, and Mo Lefeng said: "Uncle has not dealt with books, calligraphy and paintings, and my brother has not had time to sort them out, so I'm afraid I can't just leave them there."

Wu Jin thought for a while: "You can put it in the study, add rutabagas to repel insects and avoid beetles."

"There are still people asking for Uncle's paintings outside." Mo Lingfeng kicked the stones away, and smiled with a pursed mouth, "Uncle only draws for prostitutes in Yuhua Street."

The two talked about Zhao Shiheng's life before his death, as if Zhao Shiheng was still in front of him, walking all the way to the residence "Mountain House", entering the door is a small courtyard, clean up simple and elegant, fun and romantic, everything is the same as when he was there.

Yin Bei stepped forward and pushed open the door, and the sunlight rushed in, and the dust-covered fine dust suddenly rose up and floated in the sunlight.

The furnishings in the room have not changed, but there are no clothes on the screen, no handkerchief on the net shelf, two books are still spread out on the table, the ink stick is resting on the inkstone, a large character is half written, and the books on the bookshelf are also the same. Stand upright, fall down.

Someone dropped a copy of "Book of Changes" under the table case. Wu Jin reached out to pick it up, flipped it in her hand, and saw that the book was old. There were three kinds of annotations on it, and the latest handwriting was Zhao Shiheng's. , the first two, he has not seen.

When he turned to the title page, he knew that the book was precious.

"Hou Bai gifted his disciple Wen Yansong to pass on the way of heaven and to teach people and affairs. A gentleman knows the subtleties and reveals them, knows softness and strength, and never loses or forgets."

"Wen Yansong bestowed on his disciple Zhao Ji, the way of a gentleman should be in harmony with the heaven and the earth, drumming it with thunder, moistening it with wind and rain, don't lose it, don't forget it."

Hou Baiju Jinshi, well-known at a young age, he was the one who gave lectures when the first emperor Qianlong, after the first emperor ascended the throne, he was a ruler in the official residence, and he studied national history. He is a world-renowned Confucian.

Wen Yansong is a disciple of Hou Bai's closed school, he has never participated in the scientific examination, he only studied books at home, most of the interpretations of the scriptures learned by Mingjing students today are from him.

When these two people donated books, they all took words from "Yi" to teach and look forward to the future of their disciples. The countless annotations made in the book are even more invaluable treasures.

His astonished face was stunned, and he turned another page, his hands trembling suddenly: "Zhao Ji gifted his disciple Wu Jin, a gentleman respects the straight inside, righteousness outside the square, respect righteousness and establish virtue, don't lose , Don’t forget.”

These words were grouped together one stroke at a time, forming a knife. Caught off guard, it penetrated directly into Wu Jin's heart, causing his eyes to turn red and speechless.

Mo Lingfeng took out a book casually, opened it and took a look: "Hey, Mr. left it for you."

She handed it to Wu Jin, and Wu Jin suppressed tears, put down the "Book of Changes" in her hand, and opened her book, which also read: "Zhao Ji gave it to his disciple Wu Jin, on the eighth day of November in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang."

Mo Lingfeng took another copy, opened it, and also wrote the gift and time.

As long as Zhao Shiheng often flipped through the books, almost all of them were written and given to Wu Jin. It seemed that when Zhao Shiheng was reading a book, he thought of Wu Jin on a whim, and gave this book to his disciples.

Wu Jin buried her head and fluttered her nostrils, raised her hand to wipe away her tears vigorously, feeling mixed feelings in her heart.

Mo Lefeng turned to the back of the bookshelf, and didn't turn back until he was calm as usual: "Will you take the book home?"

Wu Jin shook her head: "Just put it here, I will come here in the future."

Sir, disciple, maybe this is how the inheritance continues. What Mr. Zhao expected, he will do, and what Mr. Zhao failed to do, he will do for him.

Spending an afternoon in this small courtyard, Wu Jin returned home before You, changed into a short brown suit, and prepared dinner.

Even stewing and frying, he can do it very cleanly, and he doesn't think it's embarrassing to be smoky.

After finishing, he went to the cake shop to call his family back, opened the wine that Yin Bei had brought, and the family sat around for dinner and ate small pancakes, then changed out of the oil-stained clothes, washed up, go back to the house.

The pen on the table was a newly bought Sanzhuo pen. He took care to pluck out a hair that had sprouted, dipped it in ink and wrote: "August 25th, [-]th year of Yuanzhang."

He felt that today passed very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, it was the moment of parting. When he fell on the paper, he realized that this day was so complicated and long. Like a bystander, he first wrote down today's events.

After recording it without emotion, he wrote: "Marriage is a sharp knife against women, and it is also the strongest cage to imprison women. Matchmaking will definitely fail, but it can also make Lefeng roll out of mud, a villain's trick."

Holding his pen, he thought that the state judge and the Tongzhi had nothing to do with the Mo family anyway, and Wang Zhizhou was probably instigated.

Wang Zhizhou is a man who is greedy for money, useless, but good at mediating. I'm afraid he has already experienced the back and forth between His Majesty and Mo Jiedushi. He is afraid that Mo Lingfeng's influence in the army will bring trouble to himself. Will try to remove it.

But this is just his guess, what he guesses in his head, he doesn't write it down on paper.

Holding a pen in one hand, he thought for a long time - he couldn't let this kind of filth trap Mo Lefeng.

After thinking about it, he wrote again:

"The life lock on the collar is golden and bright, the face of the general with phoenix eyes is lonely, the time flies like an arrow, and the Buddha statues in the Zen temple are scattered like lightning. Waiting for the years, when will this feeling appear, and the wind and moon are like practice after drunkenness."