Yu Jun

Chapter 25 Understatement
Word by word, he put the pen on the inkstone, stood still, and watched as the servant handed the paper to Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan read it again, her expression unchanged: "Shiheng, take a look."

The servant took the paper and presented it to Zhao Shiheng.

Zhao Shiheng glanced at it, got up and lifted the cover of the smoker, and threw the paper into the smoker. Soon, green smoke rose from the hole of the smoker, drifted around, floated in the air, and released to the ground.

Two people, with four eyes, stared at Wu Jin, as if they wanted to condemn Wu Jin to death.

At this moment, Mo Lingfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly jumped off the chair, went straight to Wu Jin, and took Wu Jin's sweaty hand: "Brother, it's none of his business."

She lightly absolved Wu Jin of the crime, and before Mo Qianlan could speak, she had already pulled Wu Jin out: "Come on, let's go play."

Before Wu Jin came back to her senses, she was dragged out of the door and slammed into the fresh wind.

The warm wind outside the house is warm, the wall flowers are old, bees and butterflies are hard to find, the spring is over on the [-]th, and early summer is approaching.

His heart beat wildly, his hands trembled belatedly, and it felt like he was stepping on cotton when he stepped on the ground, which was unreal.

Without twenty sticks and no accountability, he just passed the test lightly like this?

Mo Lingfeng, however, was not affected by the playing of the book at all, let go of Wu Jin's hand, and jumped up and down to reach the blooming crabapple on the branch. She jumped up, reached out and grabbed a flower branch without letting go, Pulling it down, it immediately rained flowers.

She laughed loudly, jumped three feet at a time, was as strong as a calf, and said to Wu Jin: "Let's go to Yuxi to play."

Wu Jin was still distracted, and said in a daze: "There is still class."

Mo Lingfeng reprimanded him with a serious face: "Uncle Zhao said, let's go out to see the scenery and also attend class."

After all, she dragged Wu Jin away.

In the room, both Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng sat without moving. After a while, Mo Qianlan waved his hand and waved all the servants standing around the room out the door.

The tea was cold, and there was a particularly refreshing bitterness. He took a sip, shook his head and said: "Such a person, even if he is an official in the future, how can he gain a foothold in the temple? The catastrophe is imminent, and he has been so stupid until now. In the future, in the court hall, I am afraid that he will also be in the court." It will offend Tianyan and cultivate him for nothing."

Zhao Shiheng stretched out his arms, begging for a candy holding box, and when Mo Qianlan handed it to him, he picked a candied date and ate it.

"That's why I said that you don't understand the way of an emperor. Although Wu Jin is too upright, the emperor just needs a ruler like this to stand high in the court hall to discipline courtiers and the world to show holiness Zhiming,

Throughout the dynasties, there have been such people who have lived forever,

Furthermore, the purer Wu Jin's heart is, the more beneficial it will be for us. When it comes to a critical moment in the future, he will never do the thing of betraying a girl. "

After hearing this, Mo Qianlan smiled and said, "This year's Changchun Festival, we can no longer be as perfunctory as in previous years. We must send something he likes to the past."

"Your Majesty loves calligraphy, and he himself writes cursive script very well. When I was walking in the palace, I saw His Majesty write it, like ice in water. In recent years, there has been no news of His Majesty's love for books."

Mo Qianlan kneaded Shan Gen: "It can be seen that his mind is deep again."

He pondered for a while: "Find a pair of calligraphy in the study and send it, and don't look for too good ones, lest he think that the Mo family has more rare treasures."

Zhao Shiheng nodded: "Yes."

He thought about it for a while: "I'll make another memorial for you later, saying that your epilepsy has relapsed, you're terrified, and you really can't let go of the girl. Please forgive me and discuss it later."

"If you mention the banditry along the way to the east as well, it's a little bit of a shadow," Mo Qianlan suddenly sneered, "I'm afraid Li Yitie has already sent the news about the epilepsy."

Zhao Shiheng said casually: "Let him go. Without Li Yitie, there will be Huang Yitie and Zhang Yitie. Li Yitie has already raised a few children here, so he doesn't necessarily have the same heart with Jingdu."

He got up to leave, then turned around and grabbed a handful of candied fruit from the candy holding box.

Mo Qianlan smiled and said, "Take it all, I can't eat a single bite."

Zhao Shiheng really put the candied fruit back, and held it together with the sugar holding box in his hand: "I don't think I need to be a coolie in the afternoon, I'll go to be cool by myself, you should work hard, and go to the auntie's place for a walk."

Mo Qianlan felt helpless after hearing his cliché, and waved him to leave quickly.

As soon as Zhao Shiheng left, Mo Qianlan was left alone in the room.

He called Yin Bei: "Ah Yao left the house?"

Yin Bei nodded: "Yes, Anan followed, do you want hangover soup?"

"No, wait for Ah Yao to come back and tell Yin Nan to come see me, go out."

"Yes."

Yin Bei retreated all the way, and Mo Qianlan was the only one left in the room.

Both Mo Qianlan and this house are in decay.

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng played in Yuxi for half a day, and when they returned to the city, they were hungry, so they went to eat.

Mo Lingfeng wants to treat guests, so he occupies a table and chairs in the main store, and in a serious tone, he wants two bowls of sophora sprouts and barley noodles, two plates of salty black bean sauce, a large pot of fresh flowers and honey water, and two servings of fried sugar dumplings.

The person who served the dishes brought up the nectar water first, and just as Wu Jin was about to stand up and pour it for her, Mo Lingfeng overtook the pot and placed a bowl in front of Wu Jin: "I'll pour it for you."

The pot is heavy, the person is small, and it is difficult to control it. Tons of nectar and sugar water flow out, and the sugar water rises and falls from the bowl. Wu Jin covers his face with his sleeves, and the days are like years. When the bowl is full, he wipes his face, puts his hands down, and leans forward Taking the pot from Mo Lingfeng: "I'll pour you a cup too."

Mo Lingfeng quickly pushed his bowl: "Full up."

Wu Jin slowly filled a bowl with sugar water without spilling a single drop. Mo Lingfeng was very happy when he saw the bowl was full, but seeing that he couldn't lift it up, he stretched his mouth to the side of the bowl and pouted into a small mosquito mouth , Take two big mouthfuls.

At this time, the waiter brought out the noodles and salted soya bean, and when Mo Lingfeng poured the salted soya bean into the noodle bowl, the sugar dumplings were also served.

The two of them were hungry, so they put their heads down and ate. Mo Lingfeng took a mouthful of salty food, drank a mouthful of sweet food, took another mouthful of salty food, and chewed another mouthful of sweet food. They went on and on again, and even ate half of it.

She ate and drank enough, her belly puffed up, she looked around, and there was an old man reading a tabloid next to her, so she slipped off the chair, walked over with her belly in her arms, her eyes also looked at the tabloid, she pursed her lips and smiled, and typed Hiccupping, he stretched out his finger and poked the tabloid: "Weng Weng, what is written on it? Can you read it to me?"

The old man turned his head to look at her, saw her small face like a peach blossom, with bright eyes and a gold collar on her body, she was extremely cute, so he smiled and said, "Where are your family members?"

Mo Lingfeng turned around and pointed at Wu Jin, then went to the tabloid newspaper: "Weng Weng, read something interesting."

Wu Jin ate the food on the table in a sweeping attitude, while eating, she paid attention to Mo Lingfeng's movements - Mo Lingfeng was too courageous, if he didn't pay attention, he would move his little feet and disappear.

While eating, his eyes, mouth, and hands suddenly stopped, and he recalled Mo Lefeng's expression just now - she smiled first, and then asked someone to read it, obviously there was something in the tabloid for her to post smiled.

Then he thought of the situation when he drew the Avalokitesvara spirit lottery at Xiongshan Temple—did she only know the two characters "Xia" and "Shang", or did she know all the characters on the spirit lottery?

Does she also recognize all the imperial pen and Zhu Zhu in the memorial?
(End of this chapter)