Yu Jun

"Today is the Double Ninth Festival. Why doesn't the general go out to climb?"

"It's better to eat meat under the flowers than to climb up here." Mo Lingfeng stood up holding a pine nut and chestnut cake, "Is Xueshi Wu far away from the kitchen?"

Seeing her eating cakes one after another, Wu Jin was worried that her teeth would relapse. She couldn't help but secretly hate herself for buying too many cakes, and replied: "I have been making cakes since I was a child. I am not a proficient cook, but I can get by."

"That's good," Mo Lingfeng immediately stretched out his hand, "Let's go and have a look at the barbecue."

Before Wu Jin could respond, she took the lead and walked out. When she saw the actor holding the piano and standing awkwardly at the door, she waved her hand: "Go and get the money to exchange for a new piano."

The actor quickly thanked and left. Wu Jin followed Mo Lingfeng's footsteps, heading towards the stove one after the other.

The smoke from the fireworks carried a strong aroma of meat and oil. In the middle was a skinned muntjac, hanging on a large pile of charcoal fire, cut with a flower knife, but not yet baked until it was shiny.

There were several stoves set up around the muntjac, with wild boar meat skewered on bamboo skewers placed on them, which had not yet been sprinkled with ingredients and oiled.

Nomad Qing led his bodyguards to get out of the way. Mo Lingfeng stepped forward and turned to Wu Jin: "Sister Wu, let's use a stove and try to see who can bake better."

Wu Jin stepped forward, padded the oil brush with straw paper, and handed it to Mo Lingfeng. With his nose twitching, he smelled the fragrance of flowers among countless strong smells.

The two of them were side by side as a matter of course. Wu Jin held the oil brush and applied a layer of oil, making the piece of meat "sizzle".

Mo Lingfeng took the oil brush and poked it into the oil barrel, and then dragged it out dripping with oil. There was too much oil, and the charcoal fire immediately made a "boom" sound, and the flames rushed up——

With quick eyes and quick hands, Wu Jin stretched out his arms and pushed Mo Lingfeng behind him, then took the oil brush from Mo Lingfeng's hand and handed it to Nomad Qing.

"General Mo, just wait and eat."

Mo Lingfeng was startled and did not dare to approach rashly. He stood on Wu Jin's side and saw the meat under Wu Jin's hands "sizzling". Within a moment, he spread the ingredients and handed it to Wu Jin with a bamboo skewer. Mo Lingfeng: "Be careful of the burn."

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, tilted his head, grabbed a piece of meat, moved his head, pulled off the meat and ate it, a black oil mark suddenly appeared on his fair face.

Handing and eating was so natural, as if they had had countless meals together, and they were all very happy.

However, after eating the barbecue, the two of them drank tea, rinsed their mouths, washed their hands and faces, and became strange "old acquaintances" again. The familiarity just now seemed like an illusion caused by the smoke.

The two left the garden and went into the front hall to talk.

There were several servants in the front hall, serving tea and adding charcoal. After their busy work, they stood with their hands down, eyes wide open, ears open, not missing anything suspicious.

But Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin were no longer close to each other. They asked and answered questions about Wang Jinghua in a solemn and formal manner, as if they were having a banquet at Zishan Hall.

Until Wu Jin said goodbye and left, these ears and eyes only received "disappointment".

Wu Jin walked out of the gate of the General's Mansion and stepped down the stone steps. Without looking back, he went directly to the Hanlin Academy for duty. At the Youshi period, he went to the palace in the snow to attend the Double Ninth Festival banquet. After the palace banquet, it was already Haishi when he returned to his residence.

Instead of going back to the house, he moved a chair and sat on the porch, folding his hands and watching the snowflakes flying in the cold wind.

And the thoughts in his heart were even more chaotic than snowflakes.

He writes a diary in his mind.

"On the ninth day of September in the 30th year of Yuan Zhang, there was light snow on the Double Ninth Festival.

Today I see and listen to the wind and hear the earth-shattering music, just like listening to the wind blowing through ten thousand valleys and pines.

The sound of the xun is solemn and solemn, overpowering many tunes. It is the sound of heavy snow and strong wind sweeping through the land.

Listening to this piece of music can help you understand your thoughts for the day.

He was able to enter the General's Mansion only because Wang Jinghua played the Dengwen drum.

A half-true and half-false petition was written very cleverly. The person behind it should be the King of Wei.

In order to seek military power, the King of Wei had been spying on Kuanzhou for a long time. He seized these two suspicious things that had not been verified for a long time and came to make arrangements.

In this game, what is really useful is the confessions of the relevant people.

Now that the situation has unfolded, King Wei must have prepared the person who will give the confession.Who could this person be?
There are not many people who can be questioned at the Yushitai. One is the personal guards brought by Lingfeng. Even if they are asked, they don't know anything. And if Lingfeng dares to bring them, they are worthy of trust.

The second is Zhang Chongfeng. Even if Zhang Chongfeng tells everything he knows, he knows very little and will not be used by the king of Wei.

The third is Qi Chang.

Qi Chang's mind is like grass, swaying in the wind, and he may have fallen to the king of Wei.

If he bites Lingfeng, it will be a foregone conclusion that Lingfeng will be sent to Yushitai Prison.

How can she get out of trouble?
Exposing the embezzlement of grain and grass and other things to attack the central government and force the central government to protect themselves? "

Wu Jin had already thought about Mo Lingfeng's decision to force the central government, but when the situation broke out, he always felt that he had missed something.

In the lonely and cold late autumn, the snow is like silver shavings, surging with the wind, moistening everything, and everything in the world appears to be in decline.

Just when Wu Jin's sleeves became heavy and damp, he suddenly thought of Mo Lingfeng's words.

Her ways are chilling, cruel, and merciless, and she will use the smallest means to achieve the greatest goal.

Even though she was walking on the right path, her skills were inherited exactly from Mo Qianlan's.

They only care about each other, and all other people and things can be sacrificed and ignored.

In a flash of lightning, Wu Jin knew how she broke the situation.

war!

Another war!
In an instant, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

As long as Jinlu learns that there is no general in the fort, he will attack the city again!
These soldiers may only be a small part of the golden captives stationed in Sanchuan Village, but if the Bao stronghold is divided and the troops will not be unified, even a thousand golden captives may cause Gaoping Village to fall.

By then, the Kuanzhou City Gate will become a new line of defense at the border. Blood and artillery fire will be on the racecourse. The emperor has to let her go back to Kuanzhou for the sake of peace at the border.

Who collaborates with the enemy on her behalf?

Is it Yin Nan who stays in the fortress, or Yin Bei who stays in Kuanzhou City?

Or Zhong Jiaqing’s grandson Zhong Tao?

Or maybe, during the time he was gone, Mo Yefeng had a new arm but never mentioned it to him?

The biting cold wind chilled his heart and made him stiff. He put his hands in his sleeves and clenched his fists.

Mo Lingfeng became a tiger at an astonishing speed.

She is hidden in the mist, and no one can see her true face.

She knows everything and her eyes can see anyone clearly.

She used everyone she could use, the emperor, King Wei, and Qi Chang. They thought they were making moves and making moves, but they didn't expect that Mo Lingfeng's chess game had not been completed yet.

She was wary of anyone except Mo Qianlan, including him—no, maybe not guarded, but knowing that their ways were different, so she wouldn't let him get involved.

He stood up suddenly, lifted one of his numb feet, and stepped down the stone steps - he was going to see Mo Lingfeng, and he was approaching the city with countless lives!

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, his whole legs felt like they were being pricked by thousands of needles. He came back to his senses and stopped where he was - at the enemy's gate, Mo Lingfeng could not only break the situation with this, but also get more.

But his silence was undoubtedly his complicity in the massacre, and it was not the first time he had conspired with the Mo family.

Slowly retracting his feet, he thought that he was really a villain.

Unless he can think of a better way than this.