Yu Jun

Zell froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure.

He watched Mo Lingfeng get up and sway away, the crimson purple dress fluttered, and the wide sleeves fluttered high in the wind, forming two wings.

The hazy moonlight and lamplight cast a layer of fuzzy light on her body, as if she was really a god descended from the sky, playing with him in the palm of her hand.

But in the long shadow dragging under her feet, there is her vicious soul hiding, capable of tearing him into pieces at any time.

She is a god as well as a demon, and she has a supremely wonderful method for all living beings—as I like, for all methods, she is speechless, non-speaking, non-showing, and ignorant, apart from all questions and answers.

Zell scrambled to the verandah, picked up the wine jug, raised it high, opened his mouth, and caught the few drops of wine in it.

This little wine was not enough to quench the fear in his heart.

In the silence, he even felt that Mo Lingfeng was still watching him arrogantly - the wind shaking the bells, blowing through the grass and trees, and blowing across the veranda was her eyes and ears.

And Mo Lingfeng left very quickly without looking back, when it was almost time to live in Changsui, Yin Bei sent Wu Jin a letter.

Mo Lingfeng came into the room with the letter, sat at the table casually, opened the letter, and before reading it, the nanny brought sober soup.

The hangover soup smelled slightly sour and had a bitter taste. Mo Lingfeng frowned, squeezed the letter paper, and drank the soup in one gulp. Then he grinned twice, put down the medicine bowl with a "bang", and quickly picked up the tea to rinse mouth.

After spitting out the tea in her mouth, she opened the letter and read it carefully.

"Lingfeng, the day the letter arrives, is it Cheng Ting's best time?
At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is quiet. I am writing to you in the countryside,
Ningzhou has been in drought for two months, and there have been small plagues of locusts in the fields. Fortunately, soybeans are planted, and the locusts don't like to eat, so the harvest will not fail.

I led the officials of the general government and the students of Yizhou to exterminate locusts in the fields. I saw that there was a locust temple in the countryside of Ningzhou. The villagers thought that the locust disaster was the coming of the locust god. , Pray that the locust god will be lenient.

The county magistrate forced the villagers to arrest the locusts, but the villagers did not dare to disobey, but they caught them during the day and released them at night.

I asked the villagers to exchange one catty of locusts for one liter of mixed noodles, and five catties of locusts for one liter of fine noodles. Now, there are many more villagers catching locusts in the fields, and this locust plague should pass smoothly.

I haven't seen any drought or waterlogging disasters in Kuanzhou from the mansion newspaper, so it must be due to good weather.

Mid-autumn is approaching, chestnuts are already ripe, can you eat chestnut cake with pine nuts?

I don't know if you are at home or in the fort, and I don't know if you are also pregnant with the moon.

The autumn moon is boundless, and the pen and ink are limited. I regret that I cannot invite you to enjoy it together.

On July 29, Yuanzhang [-], Wu Jin wrote in Nanmu Village, Lengde County, Ningzhou.

Hope to reply. "

Mo Lingfeng put the letter in his arms, got up and went to the cubicle, and took advantage of the little bit of alcohol on his body to reply to Wu Jin.

"Wu Jin, the day I received the letter was Cheng San's wedding day.

Cheng's house is very lively, and I accompanied Cheng Ting to greet him personally. After a busy day, I just returned home.

Today I eat a cup of iced cheese, two pieces of pine nut and chestnut cake, and three meals of tea and rice. My stomach is full, and I will eat a few hawthorn sticks before going to bed to help digestion.

The weather in Kuanzhou is good, everything is fine, and the war is going smoothly. This war has lasted for a long time, and the Jinlu already have the intention of a decisive battle. Looking at the situation, it is only in one or two years that this war will be ended.

After you return to Beijing, I will wait for the opportunity and send the leaks and news to Tan Xuan to let the emperor know the situation in the fortress.

Today I have a black chrysanthemum, which is tainted with the joy of the Cheng family, and I will show it to you.

The weather is getting cooler and we cherish each other. "

After writing the letter, she dried the ink, took off the black chrysanthemum on her head, and handed it to Yin Bei: "To Wu Jin."

Yin Bei accepted it, got up and left, her eyes widened, yawned, and she leaned on the table.

In the early morning of the next day, after Mo Lingfeng said goodbye to Mo Qianlan, he led his soldiers back to the fort.

The weather in Kuanzhou did not wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it quickly became cold. On the first day of October, heavy snow and hail suddenly fell, and it continued for three days. Countless cattle, sheep, and horses froze to death.

Mo Lingfeng sensed something was wrong from this unprecedented heavy snowstorm, and quickly ordered Yin Bei to spend 10 taels from the Mo Mansion, rent a ship from Shiyuan, buy [-] shi of grain from Su and Hu, and prepare in advance Padded clothes and charcoal were delivered to the fortress.

In November, the Shuo River was frozen, and the snow continued to fall. The snow was five feet thick on the ground, and the houses collapsed. Many people died of cold and starvation. There were zombies on the road. Disaster relief, tide over difficulties.

The snow lasted for a month, and the Jeju pier stopped sailing. The food, cotton clothes, and military pay that were supposed to be sent to the fort in Kyoto were all stuck in the middle of the road, unable to move.

The inside and outside of the fort has become a piece of frozen soil. When the soldiers stood guard, they had to change their guards every four quarters of an hour. When the archers looked around, they could hardly see the movements of the gold captives clearly, and could only see a vast expanse of whiteness.

The Jinlu lacked food and clothing, and it was even more difficult than the fortress. At the end of November, Mo Lingfeng and Chong Jiaqing agreed that the snowstorm was too heavy to kill the soldiers, so they also issued the exemption card.

Wu Jin received frequent letters, but they often stopped in the middle of the journey, sometimes not one letter arrived in a month, and when it arrived, there were only three or four letters.

On the third day of December, after Mo Lingfeng’s military training, he walked into the house. On both sides of the road, there were piles of snow, waiting for the soldiers to push them away and dump them. There was an icing pillar on the eaves. The snow on the roof was just shoveled off yesterday. , it is full again today.

When Mo Lingfeng returned to the house, Yin Nan sent over a pot of hot tea and a bowl of mixed noodles -- one hundred thousand stones of grain, 5 people would save to eat, and it would last until the beginning of next spring.

She took a chopstick, inserted the nests and roasted them on the charcoal fire. After they were hot, she ate two of them with hot water, and read the four letters from Wu Jin.

In the letter, Wu Jin was worried about the disaster situation in the two states, and said that he had already arrived in Shuozhou——Shuozhou had been plagued by locusts for years, and when Shuozhou Tongjuan was worshiping the locust temple, he tripped over the threshold with his head down, He fell on the stone slab and didn't get up again. The emperor issued a special order to ask Wu Jin to serve as the judge of Shuozhou, and return to Ningzhou after the judge of Shuozhou was appointed.

After Mo Lingfeng read the letter over and over again, he glanced at the snow outside the house, everything was white, and the breath he exhaled was frozen into shape, and came out in balls.

There was a sound of "peeling" in the charcoal basin, she picked up the fire chopsticks and pushed aside the charcoal fire, Yin Nan walked in and put a small bag of grain in front of her: "You Muqing sent it, saying that part of the grain sent by the imperial court has arrived. "

Mo Lingfeng opened the bag and took a look, and saw that it was a mess inside, he frowned and asked, "Is this food?"

She reached in and grabbed it out for a closer look, and saw that the rice and wheat were mixed with red old rice, which could be crushed with her fingers, and there were bran and shriveled beans. If there is no strength, by next spring, Gaopingzhai will fall.

Handed this bag of grain to Yin Nan: "Keep this thing, it will be of great use in the future, and let the back camp make a few meals, so that everyone knows that this is the grain issued by the court."

"Yes." Yin Nan tied the bag tightly and put it away.

"When the horse feed and cotton coat arrive, we will also keep a copy."

"Yes."