Yu Jun

Chapter 230
In the next few days, there were several small battles. Zell huddled in the bean material room, watching the bean material was changed into mixed noodles, and then into rice. There is never a shortage of food for late frying and cooking.

Zell ate, drank, and fell asleep all day long, and his trauma quickly improved.

After being injured for a hundred days, his broken leg was always in good condition.

The summer wind was scorching, and it blew until the autumn was crisp and clear. Zell's leg never landed on the ground. One evening at the end of July, he supported a wooden stick and hopped and walked in the back camp with one leg.

The autumn wind was dry, blowing his dangling braids, and the sky was full of fiery red rays. When it landed, it turned everything into crimson red. His originally dark face turned into a wheat color during the two months of confinement. , the clothes are the short brown clothes that soldiers in the rear battalion often wear, and the sleeves are rolled up, exposing the wrists.

In the past two months, he has obviously lost weight - no one treats his food and drink badly, but it is difficult for him to move, and his body strength also dissipates with prolonged use.

He was leaning against the wall, leaning on a wooden stick with one hand, and leaning on the wall with the other, jumping to a place where there was no one, trying to stretch his right leg to the ground.

The board had already been taken from his right leg, and it landed straight on the ground. He secretly rejoiced that the bones were connected well, and that he would not become a cripple, and then he tried to take a step forward.

He hadn't really exerted any strength yet, both hands were supporting with all his strength, sharing most of the weight of his body, but it was only a slight pressure, and a heart-piercing pain immediately swept from his legs.

With a loud "bang", he fell to the ground, and the wooden stick fell two or three steps away.

He looked at his leg in disbelief, and was sweating profusely at the same time—he is a Qiang who is good at riding, hunting, and running. If this leg is useless, then he is also finished.

Two months of captivity, the crazy, cold, and ruthless anger towards Mo Lingfeng, can no longer be restrained at this moment.

He clenched his fists tightly, and with all his strength, he slammed his fists hard on the rammed ground.

There was a dull sound on the ground, and he smashed it three or four times in a row, and he didn't withdraw his hand until the knuckles of his fingers were red and his anger vented a little.

The anger gradually dissipated, and he realized that he was too anxious, and it would not be a matter of time for this leg to return to its original state.

After a while, he crawled expressionlessly, picked up the wooden stick, supported his body and stood up, curled up his right leg, let out a long breath, and tried to put his right leg on the ground again.

In less than half a step, he tilted his body and fell down again without any accident.

He got up, fell down, got up again, fell down again, and fell so ashamed, the pain on his right leg was unbearable, so he stopped letting his right leg land on the ground.

Wiping off his sweat, he hopped on one leg and went back into the narrow and cramped room—he tried to escape, but he couldn't get out of the back camp.

Before the person entered, the little soldier who didn't eat fish hurried over and grabbed him: "Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere, the general is looking for you!"

Zell frowned: "At this time?"

Xiao Bing said: "The general wants to see you, you don't care when."

As he spoke, he clamped Zell's arm.

"I'll change clothes." Zell looked down at the dusty body.

"It's the same with you," Xiaobing hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't make the general wait in a hurry."

He jumped forward with Zell in his arms. Zell was holding a wooden stick with his right hand and a soldier with his left hand. He also jumped very quickly with one leg. He was puzzled, not knowing what Mo Lingfeng wanted to do.

Since Mo Lingfeng took him to see the coffin two months ago, he has not seen him.

Two months of captivity was enough to wear down his will, and he felt at a loss about all his past, and he didn't even know what he was fighting for the Jinlu.

Mo Lingfeng wants to see him, and he also wants to see Mo Lingfeng.

He couldn't stay in this broken place for a moment!
When I arrived outside Mo Lefeng's house with the soldiers, there were already two teams of women soldiers outside, holding their bridles without looking sideways. Mo Lefeng came out from the door, wearing a scarlet cloak, and casually glanced at Zell. He turned his head and told Yin Nan: "Send him on the horse."

After finishing speaking, she stepped on the stirrup and got on the horse.

The setting sun, the scarlet cloak flying around her, and the golden collar reflected each other, and the streamer swayed on her face. Zell looked at it for a moment, and then looked away.

Just as he was about to ask where he was going, Yin Nan had strode over, grabbing his lapel with one hand and his arm with the other, carrying him onto the horse like he was carrying grain, and at the same time getting on the horse himself, without hesitation sat behind him.

The women's army accompanying them also got on their horses one after another. Mo Lingfeng raised the whip and whipped the horse's belly, and ran out first.

While riding his horse and whipping his whip, Zell saw the gate of the fort opened and the suspension bridge lowered. A group of people galloped across the Shuo River and stepped into the horse farm that had begun to wither.

The rays of the sun dimmed layer by layer, the crimson sky turned into blue light, the wind was no longer hot and hot, but contained a chill of early autumn, the horse team entered the city, and then rushed to Mo Mansion without stopping.

Zell came to Kuanzhou with his father and brother many years ago, and he vaguely remembered that the city of Kuanzhou was bustling with people and bustling. Now that he took a quick glance, he could see that the streets were no longer as bustling as before. When he looked closely, the horses had already He quickly arrived outside the gate of Mo Mansion.

Mo Lingfeng rolled off his horse and ran up the stone steps with big strides.

When the door heard the sound of the horse's hooves, it had already opened the door and bowed to salute: "The girl is back."

"En." Mo Lingfeng casually threw the whip to the door, and walked inside without looking back.

The others quickly dismounted as well.

The Women's Army was familiar with the road, so they ran forward alone, took the whip from the gate, turned around and led the horses of Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan, and went to the middle gate with the others to tie the horses.

Yin Nan held Zell with one hand, and was about to follow Mo Lingfeng, but he was dragged down by him, so he had to walk slowly, and gave Zell an annoyed look.

Zell didn't notice Yin Nan's eyes at all, and looked at the situation inside the gate in surprise.

He guessed that Mo Lefeng was going home after leaving the fortress, but he didn't guess that Mo Lefeng's home was like this.

The door closed behind him with a "creak". In front of him was a flat and large bluestone floor. The floor tiles emitted a soft light in the dim sky. The servants stood quietly on both sides, like clay sculptures, waiting for them to pass.

He clung to Yin Nan tightly with one hand, and while jumping, hearing the crisp sound of the bluestone slabs, he suddenly felt that he was dusty and out of place.

As they walked over, the servant standing quietly in the corridor moved silently, forked the lantern down, lit the regular candles inside, and put the lantern on again.

Lanterns were lit up one after another, dispelling the darkness, Zell followed Yin Nan and jumped up the Chaoshou veranda.

There is a water chestnut window on the corridor wall. Zell turned his head and looked out through the window. With the lights on, he could see flowers, grass, mountain ponds, and big trees outside the window. From time to time, it flies past the leaky window, feeling at ease.

He looked back from the leaky window, looking at the lights like stars, burning from the verandah to the main corridor, spreading to places he didn't know.

With so many candles, how much silver will be burned overnight?

(End of this chapter)