Yu Jun

Mo Lingfeng read three or four storybooks. Hearing the sound of Zi Shigeng, he put the storybook aside and walked out of the study.

The autumn wind is slightly cold, with a thin layer of clouds, and the full moon is looming. The water vapor is dense in the lights, finely broken, floating in the wind, and the sleeves of people's clothes become moist.

But in the blink of an eye, the world turned into a sign of continuous rain.

Don't listen to the wind and walk in the wind, take your time and listen quietly to the wind under the window. As Wu Jin said in his letter, it is like the sound of a xun, whimpering, blowing a bell, and making a corresponding sound.

The dead leaves fell to the ground, making a rustling sound. This newly renovated mansion immediately had the smell of decay and antiquity, overpowering the new paint and tung oil. Each brick and tile contained stories.

There were two servants holding lanterns beside Mo Lingfeng. Nomad Qing followed three steps away, with his arms folded across his chest. He seemed lazy and casual, but his ears and eyes were always paying attention. Behind him, there were four servants holding lanterns. Lifting the lamp, I don’t know its use.

There were also servants standing along the way, waiting for orders.

These people surrounded Mo Lingfeng like stars holding the moon in their arms, and their footsteps made a sound. Mo Lingfeng felt noisy, but could only endure it. He took the cloak from Nomad Qing's hand and put it on, walked all the way to the main room, and walked out in a delicate and delicate dress. The sweat comes thickly.

She took advantage of this sweat to bathe and change clothes, then soaked in the tub alone, crossed her arms, and looked up at the caisson in all directions supported by the fine brackets above her head.

Outside the well are layers of squares supporting upwards, divided into three colors, with exquisite honeysuckle hanging curtains drawn towards the inside of the well. Inside the well is a large eight-petal lotus, with a bright mirror hanging in the center of the lotus.

The lotus caisson in the house was made by borrowing things from the water to suppress the fire demon in the house. At this moment, Mo Lingfeng was vaguely reflected in the mirror, as if she was the fire demon.

She pretended to be just a few words left by Mo Qianlan, her heart heavy as if she was carrying a great weight.

Her eyes moved from the mirror to the brightly colored squares outside the well. In her eyes, the squares turned into a chessboard, and the person playing the game was the emperor in the palace.

In the last game, the emperor knew that the secret of the wealth of the ten states was only in the hands of two brothers and sisters, and wanted to live and die. When the other person was desperate, he was able to take advantage of it, but in the end he was completely defeated.

The game has begun, who will she use as a pawn?
After a while, she put the name Qi Chang into the chess game.

Will he be loyal to the Mo family?

Or should he betray his trust, abandon Mo Mansion, cut off Wu Jin's flying wings in this game, and become a complete villain?

Since ancient times, a gentleman has always been in the hands of villains, only known in history books. Can Wu Jin understand her situation and be prepared to escape unscathed?

There are also the prince and the king of Wei, who would swallow the bait she threw, pull the hook, and make the situation get out of hand?
Everything is unknown, but it is already clear in the dark. The shrewd spectators in the court may have already known it.

At the fourth watch, the palace door opened. Huang Yiren, wearing official robes, entered the palace and waited in the Wenzheng Hall to meet the emperor.

Outside the hall, fine dust bubbled up in the drizzle, and water dripped on the tiles. In the empty corridor, a bird, whose wings were wet and unable to fly, jumped under the flowers and leaves, and stuck its head into its wings to peck around.

The emperor and the empress arrived together, and there was a scent of citrus on the shelf - it seemed that the emperor had stayed in the middle palace last night.

The emperor got off the fight and entered the Wenzheng Hall. He felt the dull scent of sandalwood on the tip of his nose, and the light smoke followed the rain and sank to the ground, floating above people's feet.

His mind was not blocked by the incense, and his thoughts were clear. He glanced at Huang Yiren and said, "Is this a peaceful night?"

Huang Yiren replied: "Yes. After Xueshi Wu saw off General Mo, he went home and bought a piece of ink along the way. After returning home, he read "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Biography" for an hour.
After General Mo returned home, he only read four story books in the study and did nothing else. "

Mo Qianlan bought the storybook from the General's Mansion and kept it. When Mo Qianlan left Kyoto, they chewed every word in the storybook in their hearts.

After hearing this, the emperor pondered for a long time and asked, "Did Wu Jin avoid suspicion too much?" Huang Yiren replied, "I don't know."

The emperor frowned for a moment and asked, "Where is the news from Kuanzhou?"

"Everything is as usual," Huang Yiren replied cautiously. "The handle of the Mo Mansion is airtight. There is a guard sleeping in front of Mo Jiedu's bed. The guard is tight. There is no movement in the fort. It seems that Tan Zhizhou has taken control of the fort."

"The transfer of military power is not something that can be done in an instant. With less than [-] border soldiers, Tan Xuan can control it. In another month, if there is no change, the manpower can be withdrawn."

"Yes."

The emperor looked at the ink on the case: "Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng should still keep an eye on who they meet, who they talk to, and don't let go of anything they say or do. Wu Jin—"

He tapped his index finger on the table: "If he can wait until this matter is settled, he will truly become my humerus minister."

He thought that Wu Jin was a smart person and should know what to do to survive the storm - only by occupying a place in the court could he, a scholar, realize his ambition.

The sky is still dark, the rain continues unabated, and the warmth that was there yesterday has disappeared today. The only thing that has not subsided is the heated discussion about General Mo in Kyoto.

The invitations flew to the general's mansion like snowflakes.

Mo Lingfeng sat in the study, glanced at the small mountain of greeting cards, threw away a few greeting cards, and then lowered his head to read the storybook in his hand.

She looked at two places with her eyes, but what she was thinking about was Mo Qianlan.

Such thin and boring story books are everywhere in the study. They have been turned over and broken, but they hide secrets that no outsider can know.

Mo Qianlan's tears, blood, anger, sleepless nights, and agony when he was injured were all in it.

Mo Lingfeng glanced at a simple greeting card, and when he saw the handwriting, he knew it was written by Wu Jin, so he quickly glanced at it.

"Wu Jin, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, worships General Mo.
I wanted to visit him at home, but on the one hand, the general's palace is like a city and he is busy with affairs. On the other hand, the Mid-Autumn Festival wind is lingering and the rain is coming, so it is inconvenient to visit. I feel very guilty. I will invite the general to listen to the wind when it rains. "

Listen to the wind.

Mo Lingfeng threw this one into the dustpan like other greeting cards, but the coldness in his eyes quietly melted away. Just when he was about to lower his head, he suddenly saw a beautiful greeting card with "Qi Chang" written on it. After two words, he immediately took the greeting card in his hand and read it.

Qi Chang's calligraphy was based on Wu Jin's calligraphy. In the past, it looked like eight points. Now Wu Jin's calligraphy has made great progress, but he stalled, leaving five points of eight points. He also did not study hard and practiced hard, so he lacked bones and muscles. Less graceful.

He wrote eloquently and fluently, and his words and sentences were far more sincere and eager than Wu Jin.

"Nomad Lord." Mo Lingfeng shouted.

Nomad Qing stood at the door of the study. When he heard the call, he stepped through the threshold and came in. He pushed past the maid standing on the side of the desk and stood in front of Mo Lingfeng.

"I didn't see him at the palace banquet last night," Mo Lingfeng handed him a greeting card, "Let Xiao Dou invite him. He will come here for dinner tomorrow night after he gets off duty."

She thought for a moment: "Let's invite a chef from Kuanzhou to come and eat Kuanzhou cuisine tomorrow."

"Yes!" Nomad Qing's voice suddenly became louder.