Yu Jun

Chapter 243
There was silence in the room.

The flickering of the candle seems to be evidence of what Wu Jin said, but it also seems to be a kind of silent irony - the Zhizhou mansion can still be illuminated by candles, but the people in the state are already displaced and have no food to eat.

There was a fine mist of snow outside the house, and the cold wind stirred up flying flowers. It was hard to tell whether the snow was flying up or down.

After Tao Zhizhou agreed to build the community warehouse, Wu Jin, Lou Zhifu, and Gao Xiancheng had already left, leaving only Tao Zhifu and his confidants sitting in the house to discuss how to build the warehouse.

Tao Zhizhou was filled with anger, which never dissipated.

Eating it and spitting it out is worse than not eating it.

But I had to vomit.

He sneered and said: "I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. I thought that I would be able to rise to the top by cutting off the rotten meat in the court for my majesty as a loyal minister of my majesty? Sure enough, I came from a humble family background selling cakes, but I don't know that the corruption in the officialdom has always been If there is no one in the court, who would dare to use a tael of silver in the treasury."

He picked up the teacup, but couldn't drink it anymore, and put the teacup back on the table with a "bang": "This time, the boat capsized in the gutter."

The staff also said: "Wu Tongpan is still young, and he doesn't know that the people above the court can't tolerate people who are upright and upright."

Tao Zhizhou walked to the window, pushed open the Linghua lattice window, and looked out at the snowy night.

The snowy night is unclear, just like a court hall with dark waves and dark waves. A lamp stands in the wind and snow, not only can't see clearly the situation of disputes, but also is in danger of being extinguished.

A person who wants to carry a clear and fair world is simply a dream.

"The vision of selling cakes can only see the short-term view of the present, and it can't get up in the long run."

Wu Jin, who sells cakes, is walking quickly in the wind and snow with an oil-paper umbrella—he has no servants, no sedan chair, and walks around the officialdom on two legs.

It was already half past Haishi, and the night was quiet. Wu Jin walked towards the back door of the Tongpan mansion. Before she closed her umbrella, she saw two people standing in front of the door.

There was a lantern hanging under the back porch, but there were no candles inside. Relying on the dim light of the sky, he saw Yin Nan first. Yin Nan was standing in front of the horse, wrapped into a rice dumpling, his eyes were empty, meaningless, looking at people. It was like looking at a piece of wood.

Then, he looked at Mo Lefeng who was standing on the stone steps.

Mo Lingfeng was looking at the couplets pasted on the door. He was also wearing fox fur and a fluffy fur hat. When he heard footsteps, he immediately looked at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's eyes gradually widened, she stood there in disbelief, and then a little surprise broke out from the bottom of her heart, and she threw herself heavily and warmly towards her limbs and bones.

After a little surprise, there was overwhelming joy.

Listen!

He put away the oil-paper umbrella, walked over in two steps in three steps, leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the wall, took off the crane cloak, shook it off and put it on Mo Lingfeng.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably, and when his fingers brushed across Mo Lingfeng's fox fur, he felt the coldness and dampness on the fox fur, his eyes were also wet, and his eyelashes clustered together instantly.

"You came."

"coming."

Wu Jin stretched out his hand to hold Mo Lingfeng's hand, then hurriedly released it, hurriedly took out the key from his arms, opened the fish lock on the corner door, and pushed open the doors on both sides. He put one hand on Mo Lingfeng's shoulder, and brought Follow her in.

Interlocking his fingers, he stepped through the door, then turned to Yin Nan and said, "Let the horse in, and tie it to a tree first."

After that, he held Mo Lingfeng and walked in again, walking in a hurry, before Mo Lingfeng had time to look at the dark garden, they had already passed the Moon Gate.

An old servant walked towards him, and Wu Jin immediately asked him to go outside to buy hot water and food. When Mo Lingfeng didn't see the other servants, he turned his head and raised his chin to Yin Nan, who followed with his bag.

Wu Jin walked silently with Mo Lingfeng, until she walked to the main house where she lived.

He didn't speak, he went to light the oil lamp, when the light came on, he saw Mo Lefeng in his heart first.

On the upper half of Mo Lingfeng's face, a large erythema appeared, and it turned red from being scratched by her, and he could tell it was frostbite at a glance.

He walked over, took off Mo Lingfeng's crane cloak, and put it on a black lacquer screen, then helped her take off the heavy fox fur that could wring out water, and took off the fur cap on her head, revealing a blown head .

He stretched out his hand to straighten her temple hair.

Both of them didn't say a word, it was hard to send words, and there were no words for love.

Wu Jin quickly moved to the brazier, lifted the fire chopsticks, pulled out the charcoal, and added another five or six charcoals into it. Looking up at Mo Lingfeng who was sitting down, she saw that not only her face was frostbitten, but her hands were also frostbitten. It's red and swollen.

He couldn't see her feet, but he also drove by himself, and his feet were often numb from the cold, not to mention that Mo Lingfeng came from a snowstorm, so I'm afraid her feet have turned into iron bumps.

He only hated that the charcoal fire was not prosperous, and out of thousands of words, he squeezed out the most plain sentence: "When did you come out?"

Mo Lingfeng's tired head was empty, and he replied: "Yesterday."

Wu Jin put the brazier in front of her, found a fan and opened it, carefully fanning the fire while counting the distance in her mind.

While counting, he looked at Mo Lefeng again.

The chin is pointed and thin.

"Cut a shortcut?"

Mo Lingfeng let out a "hmm", put his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned back with his head up, and suddenly asked, "Have your burns healed yet?"

There was a "buzz" in Wu Jin's mind, and the heart that was originally like an abyss was suddenly shocked by this gust of wild wind.

He couldn't gather his composure, and looked at Mo Lefeng almost at a loss.

Mo Lingfeng seldom replied to the letter, he tore open the letter, read it countless times, believed in his heart, he thought he knew everything, but never thought that what he knew was only a little bit of what Mo Lingfeng poured into it.

This face-to-face concern is her fiery sincerity. She sees the truth from the clues, and at the same time breaks through man-made and natural constraints, yields to her sincerity, and sends it bloody and undisguised to her.

This heart is hot to the touch, and must be held in the palm of my hand, cherished by thousands.

The etiquette that Wu Jin has received for many years, the reverence for saints, and the restraint of himself with the virtues of saints, disappeared at this moment, and she was willing to fall into Mo Lingfeng's net, and let her become what he wanted in his life and his obsession for three lives. Let her control her own soul and life.

He stood up suddenly, stepped over the brazier, bent over, put one hand on the armrest of the chair, tightly grasped Mo Lingfeng's hand, stretched out one hand to her cheek, and clasped the back of her neck backwards and downwards , kissed her lips.

He tasted the superficial touch, let go of his hand slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of Mo Lingfeng's nose. The two people's breaths were hot and intertwined, so he tightened his hand again, and lowered his head.

The new charcoal added to the brazier made the sound of "bi peeling" continuously, the fire was raging, the house was as warm as spring, and the wind and snow outside the house covered the sky and covered the earth. At this moment, the secular world was covered.

The hourglass in the copper pot refused to stop, making a merciless "tick" sound, letting the time go by.

(End of this chapter)