Yu Jun

Chapter 227 Ambition
I don't know how long Wu Jin's letter was blocked by the prefect of Ningzhou, and it was not in Mo Lingfeng's hands until today. Mo Lingfeng drank a cup of honey water, ate all the bayberry and fruit pulp, wiped his hands, solemnly set aside the pen and paper, and gave it to him reply.

She was eloquent at first, where she thought of, where she wrote, and after she finished writing, she scribbled and smeared, and finally twisted the paper into a ball and threw it into the slag hopper.

Spreading a new piece of paper, she bit the tip of the pen and wrote a few more lines. After a while, she threw it into the trash bin again.

Yin Nan was sitting at the door, and when she heard the movement, she turned her head and looked back. After half an hour, she thought to herself, "Miss, are you writing a letter or writing from heaven?"

After another half an hour, she turned her head again, saw that Mo Lingfeng was still scratching her head, and thought, "It's time to finish writing the heavenly book."

Mo Lingfeng's buttocks hurt when he was sitting, and the bucket was full of slag, either too heavy or too light. He wrote until midnight, scratching his ears and cheeks, but he still couldn't understand.

Yin Nan slept on the couch in the compartment, breathing very lightly. Mo Lingfeng sat alone in front of the desk, listening to the continuous "tick" of rain outside, rolled up another piece of paper on the desk, and threw it into the slag bucket In the process, the slag hopper couldn't fit anymore, and the paper ball rolled down from the slag hopper to the ground again.

She got up and moved her hands and feet, opened the clay pot, picked up the spoon, dug out two grains of red bayberry, poured it into the tea cup, made a big cup, took a "gudong gudong", and then returned to the case. He dragged the tax book over and copied two pages.

She counted these two pages of the tax book as part of the letter, and asked Wu Jin to see if there was any problem with the tax book—because Kuanzhou is an important border area and the home of the Mo family, the emperor will personally ask about the money and food in Kuanzhou, Wang Yunsheng and others People would rather do something on military pay than on tax books.

However, with the help of these two unproblematic tax books, Mo Lingfeng successfully returned the letter.

As if burning her hands, she finished writing in a hurry, put the pen on Bijia Mountain, waited for the ink to dry, and quickly sealed it. Before the seal was dry, she suddenly tore it open, took out the letter paper again, and wrote at the end: "I saw a It is a big eagle with wings like clouds, soaring in the wind and sand, catching yellow sheep and flying into the sky without any effort, the creation of heaven is really wonderful, but it is a pity that there are no feathers to give you."

After finishing writing, she felt comfortable, sealed it again, and pressed it together with the letter to Cheng Ting, and sent it out tomorrow.

Stretching her waist, she went to sit on the porch, and blew the xun in a "whimper and sob" manner, which made gods howl and ghosts cry, and the wind was blowing from all valleys, accompanied by the sound of the endless rain, which fell into her ears faintly.

After only playing half a tune, she suddenly remembered that tomorrow is the martial arts lecture, so she hastily silenced her voice so as not to disturb her surroundings.

At Maoshi the next day, when the clouds gathered and the rain rested, the Mo family's army responded to the sound of blowing gold and beating drums, and lined up in the largest school field in Gaopingzhai.

Although Zhong Jiaqing was under the command of a large army that existed in name only, he had experienced hundreds of battles and was able to deal with the enemy well. Standing on a high platform, his voice was like a bell, and he talked about the etiquette of battle formation and the method of formation.

Every time he spoke a paragraph, he ordered a battalion of soldiers to go out for a drill.

Mo Lingfeng was wearing heavy armor and holding a long knife. Every time she practiced, she would line up in front of the formation. The soldiers, who were strong, strong, with pipa legs, and axle bodies, lined up behind her, which made her slender and slender, but no one Dare to sneer.

They eat Mo's food, wear Mo's clothes, get along with Mo Lingfeng day and night, train and fight together, Mo Lingfeng's majesty is fought in front of them with blood, their loyalty and awe have long been firm Immovable.

At this time, the battle flags and drums are in the front, the sword and shield are the vanguard, the spears are behind, and the archers are at the end. They advance and retreat in accordance with the sound of the drums. A Jinlu who has been defeated once.

When the martial arts lecture was over, it was already noon, Mo Lingfeng ordered Yin Nan to go out to deliver the letter, take off the heavy armor, wash off the sweat, and after eating, he was invited by Zhong Jiaqing to go to the city together.

After the rain, it was clear and hot, the sun was scorching, and it was noon, and the top of the city was like a volcano. The archers and soldiers standing behind the female wall were sweating profusely. To change a defense.

The two found a secluded place, and Mo Lingfeng approached the hot stone wall, looking around, he saw Jinlu's tents and Qiang people's tents scattered among the yellow sand and stones, and the traces of burning were clearly visible.

Because of the exercises in Gaopingzhai, Jinlu was not to be outdone, and was also galloping on horseback.

The sound of horseshoes was as dense as a beating drum, and the light of the knife flashed white under the shadow of the sun. On the other side, the cavalry formed a formation behind them, their banners fluttering and fluttering in the wind, facing Gaopingzhai to show off their might.

Mo Lingfeng turned his eyes away from Jinlu and looked to the sky.

Zhong Jiaqing pondered for a while, then Fang said: "You don't like to use foreigners, why did you bring that Qiang kid back?"

Mo Lefeng smiled and said, "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot."

She reached out and picked up a grain of sand on the top of the wall, threw it down the city wall, and said casually, "He looks good."

"Nonsense," Zhong Jiaqing glared at her, "If you want to get news about the Jinlu from the Qiang people, I'm afraid it will be futile. The Qiang people are stubborn."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Not necessarily."

It's just a Qiang man, and he can't make much trouble. Zhong Jiaqing didn't mention this matter, but instead said: "After this battle, I believe you can defend Gaoping Village and the gate of the country."

A gust of hot wind swept in, and he wiped his sweat with his hands: "Tan Xuan is a very smart man, he got drunk when he came, but when he left, he seemed to have a casual chat with my soldiers. Just to ask how you run the army in the Niangzi Army, my personal soldiers only confuse the secrets in the army, and they dare not talk nonsense."

Randomness is a well-prepared plan, and small talk is also targeted.

Mo Lingfeng bowed his head in thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pointed upwards: "This person has been carefully selected, after all, he is not someone who is waiting for nothing."

Zhong Jiaqing pressed her hand: "It's disrespectful!"

Then he faced east, bowed deeply, with mixed feelings in his heart, turned around and said to Mo Lingfeng: "Tan Xuan suspects you."

"It's the people behind him who are suspicious of me," Mo Lingfeng pressed the knife with his right hand, "He has a sense of propriety and will not seek death. I can't find any mistakes in the Internet, and I can't attack me at any time."

She looked at where Jinlu was, and said with a sneer, "So what about me? Even if my Mo family can't win the world, can't we take down this mere state?"

Chong Jiaqing stared at her right hand, watching her casually touching the knife, and seeing her indifferent expression, looking down on all living beings like a slave, there seemed to be an unfinished meaning hidden between her lips and tongue: "Don't say one state, it is ten states, Given time, you can get it back!"

His heart shook slightly, and he reprimanded: "Is it the king's land in the whole world, what use are you taking! I think you are crazy!"

Mo Lingfeng smiled: "What you said is that it's too hot here, why don't you go down, I have a jar of honey, which came from thousands of miles away, no one has tasted it, I'll make a cup for you to relieve the heat."

As soon as she said thousands of miles away, Zhong Jiaqing immediately remembered the wild boar, even if he didn't want to eat delicacies from mountains and seas, he waved his hand and went down the stone steps: "No, I'm going to patrol the camp."

(End of this chapter)