Yu Jun

At three quarters of the Yin hour on September 27th, before the court bell rang, a large number of people rode out of Kyoto.

The King of Wei led forty guards and several attendants, while Mo Lingfeng led a hundred women's troops. Their momentum was like a rainbow, blowing the mourning flags outside the mourning hall, flying mourning papers all over the ground, and trampling the remaining ice on the roadside.

A spacious carriage followed closely behind, with Wu Jin lying inside. Behind him was a cart with Qi Chang lying on his back. Behind him, there were grain and grass.

The deliberate calculations in Kyoto, the fierce battles that broke out, the shaken court, and the endangered ministers were all forgotten by them.

The towers, palaces, and golden thrones that King Wei cared about were getting further and further away from him.

He was worried, tired, and cold, and had no intention of looking at the misty mountains and rivers. He only occasionally raised his head to glance at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng has a slender figure, wearing a silver-gray fox fur open coat, a purple narrow-sleeved jacket underneath, leather boots on his feet, holding a whip in one hand, bending down to press the bridle, and galloping in the wind like an arrow.

As King Wei thought, she was not always with Wu Jin, who was still not quite awake. Even if she occasionally peeked into the carriage, it was like routine care.

She seemed to have suddenly calmed down, and all her actions in Kyoto were just out of control due to her long-standing grudge against the emperor.

As for Wu Jin, there are good times and bad times.

When Wu Jin finally woke up, he only felt jolts beneath his body, and his eyes were still dark. He could hear the sound of driving and pacing horses, and the rumble of footsteps, which seemed to be a huge team.

He didn't know where he was for a moment.

There is a cold wind around, but the body is warm. The fragrance on the tip of the nose is rich, as if there are several flowers blooming slowly. Spring, summer, autumn, winter, the scenery of the four seasons are all in this fragrance.

The aroma seemed familiar. It was the aroma that brushed against Mo Lingfeng's wrists and clothes when he raised his hand to feed him candy. It was also the aroma that was submerged in the moist water vapor when Mo Qianlan went to Xiongshan Temple to pick up Mo Lingfeng.

This fragrance turned into a net, covering up the sky, covering up the four seasons, and driving away the passing years. It was a lock that he could not break free from.

His body felt like he was in the waves, shaking uncontrollably. The carriage suddenly stopped, and he swayed with it. The pain in his back was real, like a sharp sword, dispersing and breaking the fragrance, and driving the cruel reality into his mind.

Don't listen to the wind.

Tingzhang, don’t listen to the wind.

Prison, don't listen to the wind.

He opened his eyes and looked around. What he saw were the car walls and curtains. The sunlight filtered through the loose curtains, showing that it was a rare sunny day outside.

He sat up and leaned against the wall of the car, panting for a long time. The wound felt like it was about to burst due to the force, and the faint smell of blood spread in the carriage.

The pain in the flesh is bearable.

He looked down at the white cloak covering his body. The warmth came from the thick layer of fox fur, and the fragrance of flowers came from Mo Lingfeng.

This is Mo Lingfeng's cloak.

Is Mo Yefeng there?
He raised his weak hand and pushed aside one of the curtains. The bright light immediately penetrated the clear paper on the window and pierced into his eyes.

His eyes hurt and he closed them tightly for a moment, then slowly opened them and went to push the window.

With a little exertion, the pain came over him like a mountain. He still struggled to push open the window and looked out. He noticed a white horse outside the carriage.

The horse dug its front hooves into the ground, turned its head and sprayed a cloud of white air at him, snoring. Then someone pulled the bridle, and someone bent down and smiled silently at him.

The sun was shining all over the ground, and a cold wind suddenly picked up. The leaves of an old ginkgo tree had turned yellow, and fell to the ground with the wind, reflecting the golden light, as if a golden rain had fallen.

A fallen leaf was blown by the wind to Mo Lingfeng's bun. He reached out, gently picked it off, and put it in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, he saw that his hand was pale and weak, with bulging joints, as if it were stretching out from the dark hell.Mo Lingfeng's hand reached through the window and placed it on Wu Jin's forehead. His palm was warm and he pulled him out of hell.

Outside, soldiers and guards were making pots of rice, chopping wood, and lighting fires. There was a lot of noise. He didn't know where he was or what his future was, but he knew that he must be alive because of Mo Liangfeng.

"Listen to the wind."

At the same time, King Wei's voice came from outside the car: "General Mo."

Mo Lingfeng retracted his hand and whispered: "Don't be afraid, let's go back to Kuanzhou."

She straightened up, rode her horse forward, and handed over to the King of Wei. On the one hand, the King of Wei tried his best to win over the Mo family, and on the other hand, he had to secretly communicate with Huang Yiren who was lurking in the team. He was busy and exhausted, and his face turned sallow: "General Mo , has Wu Tong woke up?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Wake up."

She turned over and dismounted, and King Wei also dismounted: "Finally, I can rest for a while."

He had been traveling for six consecutive hours, stopping only briefly in the middle, making it easy to dismount. The tender flesh on both sides of his thighs had already broken through a layer of skin.

He was in so much pain that he applied ointment twice at his convenience and managed to get some relief.

Lame, he whispered: "Should we camp on the spot and wait for the luggage?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "No wait, we will set off in two moments. We will set up camp at midnight. When the light comes, we will pull out of camp and move slowly with the baggage."

She strode towards Nomad Qing and handed a warmed cake to King Wei: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard and the border is waiting in a hurry."

King Wei took the cake, and the servant who followed him hurriedly brought a bowl of hot water - the water in the water bag froze, so they could only light the fire, otherwise they would not stop.

Eating cakes with hot water is much better than eating rice cakes that taste like wax on a horse in the wind.

Mo Lingfeng ate the cake with hot water. Nomad Qing sent hot water and pills to the carriage, and at the same time glanced at the cart behind the carriage.

Qi Chang was lying on the cart, wrapped tightly. His skin injuries looked shocking, but in fact they were not serious, and he did not have a high fever. A guard from the palace didn't know what he was talking about, so he gave him a handful of fried beans - —The beans picked out from the horse feed were hard and difficult to swallow.

Qi Chang chewed like an animal, and while eating, he thought: "I don't know if I will have another meal after eating this, so don't be picky."

After Wu Jin heard the word "Kuanzhou", his heart became quieter and quieter. After eating the hot water and pills sent by Nomad Qing, he managed to eat half a piece of cake. After Nomad Qing left, he fell into sleep again.

They were walking on the official road. The road was flat, and the carriage was covered with thick mattresses. The bumps were bearable. He was drowsy. When he opened his eyes hazily, the sunlight turned into twilight. When he opened his eyes again, It was already pitch black.

A moment later, when people and horses were exhausted, a group of people rushed to the Huai'an County Posthouse. The door was opened, and people and horses filed in. Xiao Dou got into the carriage, carried Wu Jin with his back, and walked behind. Wu Jin opened his eyes He raised his eyes, looking for Mo Lingfeng.

The King of Wei and his entourage were in a mess, and the Mo family's army was well-trained and quickly relocated. Under the lonely lights, there was no figure of Mo Lingfeng.

Xiao Dou carried Wu Jin into the house, put Wu Jin on the bed, spread out the quilt and covered him: "Wu Tongpan, don't take off your clothes. This mattress is hard and damp, and I have to rely on you to warm it."

Wu Jin nodded and whispered: "Vice General Dou, your general..."

Xiao Dou wrapped himself up like a worm and cocked his head at the other end: "What?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "It's okay, go to sleep."

Xiao Dou fell down with a "snap", snoring loudly before taking a breath, and fell unconscious.

Wu Jin listened to the sound of wind outside. The cold air rose from the ground and could penetrate the thick fur cloak and penetrate into the bones.

He thought: "What is she doing?" (End of Chapter)