Yu Jun

Chapter 27 Guess
"Yuanzhang 20th March 31st, spring is gone.

Chasing and playing in Mo's mansion today willfully, so as to damage the memorials, you should refrain from it, cultivate yourself and respect, cultivate yourself and protect others, so that you can avoid today's disaster.

Qi Chang was lying, even if he didn't go through the front door, he should enter through the middle door and send it to the front hall, how could he appear in the back garden. "

After writing this, Wu Jin pondered for a long while, and wrote again: "The envoy Mo Jiedu is not the barbarian king Mei'an, with thousands of generals, nor is it a separatist party with great power, nor is it Qin and Yan fighting each other to make the princes hostage." , why did the Son of Heaven send Mo Lingfeng to Beijing?"

He picked up his pen again and pondered for a while, until the light was dim and was about to go out, then he woke up suddenly and saw that the cotton wick of the fire had shrunk into a ball and was about to go out. In a moment of panic, he stretched out two fingers, twisted the wick, and immediately Hot drew back his hand and pinched it on his earlobe.

The oil lamp was brightened up.

After a while, Wu Jin put down her hands, and without caring about the redness of her fingers, she hurriedly wrote: "The Mo family occupies ten states in the northwest, and the land of the ten states is dedicated to the current dynasty. Where is the wealth of the ten states?

The wealth of the ten states should still be in the Mo family, so the Tian family can't catch the Mo family, let it go, light or heavy, so let Mo Lingfeng enter Beijing as a hostage,
Those who want to think are like torches, if they walk against the wind, they will suffer from burning hands! "

After finishing writing, he realized that a heart was beating extremely violently in his chest, and he almost wanted to blurt it out.

He had to stand up, open the door, walk into the yard in one go, and walked around the yard a few times quickly and hurriedly, before the restlessness around him was silenced.

Back in the house, he covered Wu Yi with a quilt before sitting back and reading the diary he just wrote.

He wrote too fast, without paying attention, and there was too much ink on the paper, and the words scattered with the ink.

It's good to be gone.

He picked up the pen again and wrote: "The color of the flower is like fire, and the green ink has no trace. The light penetrates the paper, and the innocence is broken. The gold and jade are the cage, and the brocade clothes are the net. Sighing for fame and fortune, the king is not the king, and the minister is not the minister."

After writing, he dipped a pen full of ink and erased the rare lines and all guesses, leaving only the first few lines.

The night outside was bright and the candles were shining brightly in Mo's study. Mo Qianlan sat on the couch crookedly, watching Mo Lingfeng toss and play with sheep bones.

She braided her hair and let it hang down on her sides. She first threw the four vermilion lacquered lamb crutches on the couch, and then threw the sandbag high up.

A small face was turned upside down, staring at the sandbag closely, with her neck and jaw clearly showing. The moment the bag was thrown up, she picked up four mutton bones, and said "hey", and quickly went to catch the sandbag .

The sandbag fell quickly, and when she went to pick it up, it was about to fall on the couch. She threw herself on the couch, and her head hit the screen.

Mo Qianlan quickly picked her up in his arms, stretched out his hand to touch the place where he hit it just now, groping and blowing, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to eat candy corners tomorrow morning?"

"eat."

"The water from flowers and honey outside is not clean, if you want to drink it, ask the kitchen to make it."

"No, the one outside is delicious."

He knew Mo Lingfeng's words and deeds like the back of his hand.

The servants standing around remained motionless, and their shadows were cast on the ground and walls, all tall and dark, swaying with the firelight.

Agarwood was burning in the incense burner, and wood-gray flowers bloomed on the clothes, lingering.

Afterwards, there was a crisp sound of sheep bones colliding with each other again in the room.

Mo Lingfeng went back to Changsui's residence after having fun, and the attendant carrying the glazed lamp illuminated her on the left side, the moonlight flowed and fell on the roof, porch, and bluestone slabs, spreading a layer of cool light everywhere. .

Mo Lingfeng chased the scattered shadows of flowers and trees, walked through the veranda, ran across the aisles, and stayed and played in various corners.

The Mo family is a huge tomb, and she is the guardian of the tomb.

By the time she lay down on the bed, she was exhausted.

Closing her eyes, a book flashed in her mind—Mo Qianlan often read to her, and she probably knew more words than Cheng Ting, but she had never written it, and she couldn't write it.

Her eyes are bright, and her heart is also bright. She knows to be "clumsy" and to keep Mo Qianlan by her side for a long time.

Playing the book just passed by in a flash, and didn't stay in my mind for too long.

The next day, no one mentioned the matter of playing the book, as if the words of the emperor were just a joke.

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng attended class for a day, and after class, they brought the big yellow dog to visit Cheng Ting, who was seriously injured in bed.

After entering the corner gate of Cheng Mansion, the two of them walked in unimpeded, and went straight to the "Nan Le Ju" where Cheng Ting lived.

The Cheng family didn't show up, they just told people to take good care of them—it wasn't intentional, they were too tired to move.

Cheng Ting is ignorant, but his popularity is very wide, and there are as many people who come to see him as crucian carp crossing the river.

First, the gentlemen from his Junzi club flocked to condolences to the naked gentleman, and then several classmates from the state school came together to pay their respects to Cheng Ting's buttocks, and after that, some relatives and friends raised their gifts and came to visit him. Come, also lined up and sighed pitifully at Cheng Ting's respectable buttocks.

There are also various people who want to cling to the magistrate, under the banner of visiting Cheng Sanye, they babble endlessly to the magistrate, and many female relatives come to offer various plasters, Mrs. Cheng brews tea for a whole day.

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng, as two small crucian carp in the crucian carp crossing the river, just swam in so quietly.

Opening the door is an open and bright courtyard full of sunshine, warm and gratifying. The starling hanging on the corridor was forced to perform all day long, lying in the cage parched, looking at people and dogs, and said weakly: "Little Master is back, master is back."

The big yellow dog frowned, and lay down on the porch: "Tsk."

Pang Dahai listlessly guarded the door, because he was a small steward in the yard, and he was tired enough to greet and send off this day.

He looked at the person coming and quickly stood up straight. Just as he was about to pull himself together, Mo Lingfeng gave him a "shh".

She walked up the steps slowly, opened the bamboo curtain, and poked her head in, and saw that the main hall was empty and no one was there. Through the light, she could see a couch in the Xici room, and Cheng Ting was lying on the couch , I don’t know if she fell asleep, but there was a big maid sitting next to her, touching the tea from time to time.

Mo Lingfeng retracted his head, winked at Wu Jin who was standing in the yard, squeezed his throat and said, "Miss Xu, are you coming to see the third master too?"

Cheng Ting, who was lying like a dead dog, almost jumped up - before getting up, he let out an "Ouch" in pain, and gritted his teeth to hold back, no longer screaming, but forced himself to calm down: "Sister Huiran, you are here to see me!" , you sit down, I... I will clean up."

He couldn't put on his trousers, and couldn't get up, so he could only tidy up the light gauze covering his body, and the maid hurriedly sprinkled a handful of incense into the incense burner.

Cheng Ting asked Pang Haihai to make tea again, and said that there was a can of fried cherries, which were fried with purple cherry blossoms, and the taste was the best. Kuanzhou brought a basket, all of which were here, please sister Huiran to try it.

Mo Lingfeng accepted each one with a smile, and waited for Cheng Ting to tidy himself up smoothly before going in with Wu Jin to visit Cheng Ting.

When Cheng Ting saw Mo Lingfeng, he knew he had been fooled. When he saw Mo Lingfeng holding his beloved small pot, frying cherries with a long spoon, he became cross-eyed on the spot, and pointed at the door: "Get out!"

(End of this chapter)