Yu Jun

Before the recruitment, Zhong Jiaqing had secretly instructed the three commanders that if Mo Lingfeng did anything other than recruit women soldiers, they would immediately stop them and forcefully send Mo Lingfeng back to the fortress.

However, Mo Lingfeng is cunning, he really only recruits female soldiers when he is outside, and he stays in Mo's residence honestly and does not go out, which is reassuring enough.

In private, she sent people to the countryside, and in less than two days, she recruited enough strong labor for a battalion!

They didn't know anything, until just now, Yin Nan and Nomad Qing came to change these peasant households into military households with the roster, occupied an infantry camp of the Zhenrong Army, and took away the cloth armor and salary, they didn't know about Mo Lingfeng A battalion has been recruited.

And this battalion, on the surface, was included in Feng Fan's left army, but in fact it had been stamped with the title of "Dingyuan Army".

Feng Fan tried not to give it to the military household, but if so many people questioned why they didn't give it to the military household, he couldn't stop it.

Mo Lefeng literally set him on fire.

He thought that his luck was really bad, why did he fall into the role of Mo Lingfeng, making him unable to kill the enemy, but on the road to rebellion, and if this continues, he will not be far from being beheaded.

In order to protect his head, he entered Mo Jiedu's mansion full of resentment and anger, and asked Mo Lingfeng for an explanation.

However, as soon as he stepped into the gate here, he felt the depth and solitude of Mo Mansion from the drizzle. It was silent everywhere, and the servants were like clay sculptures and wood sculptures. Once he walked into the solemn front hall like a mourning hall, he suddenly felt himself Has one foot in the coffin.

His heart went with the scene, he was so discouraged to an incredible degree, holding a cup of tea, sitting in a chair, he thought: "This is life."

After taking a sip of tea, he thought again: his life is more bitter than this cup of tea, and everything goes wrong.

After taking another sip, he sighed: It's really unkind to meet people, if there is no Mo Lingfeng, why should he be worried.

His mind was soaked into a mess by Chunyu, and he drank the cup of tea before he gradually came back to his senses. Footsteps sounded outside the door, and he quickly corrected his posture, wanting to give Mo Lingfeng a blow.

But when he turned his head and looked, the person who came was not Mo Lingfeng, but a young man.

The visitor was only in his twenties, with outstanding appearance, wearing a crow-blue round-neck gown and a soft gauze Tang scarf on his head, dressed as a scholar, with gentle and dignified actions, lifted the hem of his clothes with one hand, climbed up the steps, and when he came to the door , put down the hem of his clothes, and looked at Feng Fan.

Feng Fanli looked closer, the more he felt that this person had a handsome face, gentle and clear eyes, and a friendly expression, which made people feel close, and he didn't know which family he was.

Seeing that there was something precious in the visitor's actions, he guessed that it was a child of a noble family in Kuanzhou City, and planned to stand up to greet him.

However, before he got up, the young man had already stepped forward and bowed in front of him: "My lord, Wu Jin, pay my respects to Commander Feng."

Feng Fan accepted his salute, and asked with a puzzled face: "Why don't you see Mo Lingfeng? Who are you from the Mo family? Sit down and talk."

Wu Jin replied respectfully: "Mo Jiedu's envoy is lying in bed, and it's rare for Ms. Mo to go home. At this time, I'm doing my best in front of the hospital bed, and I will take care of Ms. Mo for the time being."

He took a seat opposite Feng Fan: "I don't have any fame, and insulting Commander Feng's body is really a failure of the people of the Mo family. The deputy envoys and other officials of the Jiedu envoy are not driven by Miss Mo, so I have to come forward." Please forgive me, Commander Wanwang."

Mo Lingfeng didn't show up, and sent a student who didn't have a good reputation to come out, it was logically wrong, but Wu Jin's words were sincere and every sentence was true, Feng Fan immediately forgave her.

He couldn't help asking: "Is Mo Jiedu okay?"

Wu Jin replied, "It's the same as before."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Fan and Wu Jin started to answer questions. After talking like this for about half an hour, when Feng Fan walked out of Mo's residence, he felt that Mo Lingfeng, the little demon king, was pitiful, and his eyes sparkled , My mind changed from a mess to a bright light, thinking that I also have a promising future.

He thought: "It's still a scholar who is sensible. What Wu Jin said is right. I can use the Mo family's army to make my own merits."

He didn't come in vain this time, because he could tell: Mo's mansion is not completely down and out, after all, even a scholar in the mansion is not easy.

Seeing how detailed his questions were, he not only inquired about General Zhong calmly, but even the fledgling Zhong Tao asked clearly, fearing that Zhong Tao would take away Mo Lingfeng's achievements.

Feng Fanpiao left, Wu Jin left the front hall and went back to the mountain house, and saw Mo Lingfeng coming out of the second hall, with medicine on his body, eating cherries with his head bowed at the table, seeing him coming back, he poured the cherry bowl to the table He pushed it this way.

Wu Jin didn't eat, but sat aside and read a book. There was a lot of wind outside, and the room was as quiet as sitting in meditation. One was eating, the other was reading, and the silence gave off a sense of Zen.

The cherries are vermilion, Mo Lingfeng stared at the bowl, picked out a big and good one, and stretched out his hand to give it to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin raised her head from the book, took the cherries, and saw Mo Lingfeng lowered her head to eat again. When she lowered her head, the tails of her eyes were particularly obvious. Looking at her hand, it was still a small slap with slender fingers, a very beautiful one. hands.

She is already quite majestic in the army, but her stature is still thin. I am afraid that she is born with such a slender figure, no matter how much she eats and drinks, she will not become round.

He smiled, withdrew his hand and ate the cherry, put the pip into the bowl, and asked in a low voice, "When are we leaving?"

Mo Lingfeng spit out a nucleus with a "pop": "The day after tomorrow."

Wu Jin looked at her with piercing eyes: "Is there any official holiday for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "No, Sanchuan Village is occupied by Jinlu, while Huaiyuan Village and Dingchuan Village are very difficult to defend."

Wu Jin didn't talk about the war lightly, but just watched her eat the cherries in silence, the flower shadows outside the house swayed with the wind, hit the window panes, and then fell faintly on the table, moving to Mo Lingfeng's face, flickering and erratic of light.

The golden collar also shone with light on her neck. These golden lights were like eyes sent by Mo Qianlan to watch Wu Jin's every move, and the collar was also like Mo Qianlan's chains, firmly Mo Lefeng was tied up.

Three days later, Mo Lingfeng woke up very early. After washing up, he ran all the way to the second hall—it was not yet dawn, there were no candles in the room, the light was dim, and there was a dull smell. Mo Lingfeng walked to the bedside , bent down and said goodbye to Mo Qianlan: "Brother, I'm leaving."

In the gray light, Mo Qianlan seemed to be watching her.

And Mo Lingfeng leaned over his chest, hugged him vigorously, and said in a low voice: "Brother, it's okay to lose the two villages of Dingyuan and Huaiyuan. Jiaqing will not hinder me."

She got up and rushed out with big strides. Wu Jin came to see her off with the freshly fried elm cakes. The two met at the door and said goodbye. Wu Jin watched Mo Lingfeng get on the horse, eating the cake with one hand, and holding the rein with the other. Wearing a soft armor painted with gold, he rode away quite proudly.

Four quarters of an hour later, everyone in the fortress left with the recruits and headed for the fortress.