Yu Jun

Cheng Ting was preoccupied, so he got into the waterside pavilion. The three sides of the waterside pavilion were covered with curtains. On the side leading in and out, two curtains were hung, separated by "eight figures". There were a set of tables and chairs, a smoker, and a charcoal basin inside. An old dog.

He sat across from this idiot Mo Lingfeng, picked up the tea that his servant had just brought, and drank it in one gulp.

There was a cup of stewed rock sugar pear water on the table. He turned to ask the servant: "Is there still a stewed pear kitchen?"

Just as the servant was about to answer, Mo Lingfeng said: "I won't eat, Wu Jin can't eat, you eat."

Cheng Ting shouted Pang Dahai and picked up the pear water: "I won't eat it. I just want Huiran to eat some."

He turned around and carefully handed it to Pang Dahai, who was running over. Pang Dahai quickly held it in his hands, took a small step to the kitchen, changed it into a pottery jar, and put it in a food box and took it out.

Mo Lingfeng looked away from the candy box and asked, "How many more months?"

"Two months," Cheng Ting ate a hawthorn stick, "I haven't given a big name yet, but my nickname is Ah Zhi."

The big yellow dog "tsk tsk" twice, obviously scorning the name Ashe.

He lightly kicked the big yellow dog and looked at Wu Jin: "Is today better than yesterday?"

Wu Jin leaned against the back of the chair and put his hands on the armrests of the chair to relieve the pain in his stomach, "Much better."

Mo Lingfeng turned to look at his forehead: "Li Yitie said you can't sweat. Is it hot?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "If you don't move, you won't sweat."

Cheng Ting winked at Mo Lingfeng and said, "Come on, let's build a snowman for Wu Tongpan."

Mo Lingfeng saw that he had something to say, so he got up and went out of the waterside pavilion to build the half-finished snowman.

Seeing that the distance was far enough, Cheng Ting immediately came to Mo Lingfeng and said, "You knew that Wu Jin was back and you brought Zeer back. Be careful, no girl would do this!"

Mo Lingfeng was surprised: "Did you see it?"

Cheng Tingtuan picked up a snowball and piled it on the snowdrift: "I'm not blind! Wu Jin is still sick. If you know that you are in love with someone else, you will be so angry that you won't be able to get up."

"I'm not empathic."

"That won't work. What do you think if Wu Jin were to find a little girl like you in Kyoto to make her more beautiful? Would she be furious too?"

Mo Lingfeng was silent for a while: "Then he must be very lonely."

Cheng Ting suddenly swallowed back all the words in his mouth.

At that time, it seemed that Wu Jin was going to Kyoto and he was going to Jeju.

Her uncle was sick again. It would be so lonely for her to go to the battlefield and return home alone.

After a while, he inserted a branch into the scrawled snowman: "Fortunately, Wu Jin didn't notice, otherwise my heart would be broken by you."

"I see."

"It's impossible. He doesn't look in the mirror. How would he know what he looks like?"

Mo Lingfeng took a look at Cheng Ting, who looked like a naturally coquettish person but was innocent at heart. Just when he was about to tell him that Wu Jin had to dress properly in court and look in the bronze mirror every day, he heard Cheng Ting let out a loud "ooh" like a donkey.

The two looked up and saw Zell emerging from nowhere and talking to Wu Jin in the water pavilion.

Zell stood upright, speaking and writing, with anger on his face. Wu Jin sat still, looking up at him, listening to his long words mixed with Qiang dialect, and then spoke slowly.Cheng Ting quickly dragged Mo Lingfeng to the waterside pavilion, stretched out his palm and pushed Zeer's head away: "Zer, you Qiang people like to drink. I have good wine at home. Come and drink at my house. "

Zell's face was squeezed into a pile under his palm, and he struggled to turn around.

He deliberately raised his eyebrows at Wu Jin: "No need to thank me, you two can have a good conversation."

He pushed Zell hard, then turned to call the big yellow dog: "Two dogs, go home."

The big yellow dog gasped and stood up, rubbing against Cheng Ting's feet. Cheng Ting bent down and picked him up, holding the dog in one hand and walking away with the other.

Mo Lingfeng sat back and put his red hands next to the copper brazier to warm them: "What did he tell you?"

"Speaking of his gods," Wu Jin looked at her hands, her fingers were long and slender, with pink fingertips spread like flowers, "and his mother. His mother is Han, but he thinks that he belongs to the Qiang people and the god of heaven and earth. , has nothing to do with the Han people, and he doesn’t like the Han people.”

He sighed silently.

Mo Lingfeng said: "His mother is already dead, and my father asked me to kill her."

Wu Jin's voice gradually became lower: "I have an aunt who married into a familiar Qiang family. Two years later, she disappeared together with the Qiang people. My parents pay homage to her every year. Maybe, maybe not. He didn't say his mother's name. .”

He looked at the purple robe Mo Lingfeng was wearing today. In the past, she mostly wore light yellow, grass green, and pollen. In the past two years, she mostly wore purple and red.

The purple clothes were embroidered with complicated patterns with gold and silver threads. Snow light and skylight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the patterns with a faint light. Her eyes, collar, and corners of her clothes all shed light, eclipsing everything around her.

Mo Lingfeng thought for a while: "You don't need to know, he is a Qiang person. His soul does not belong here. It will only increase his troubles... What did you say to him?"

Wu Jin's voice turned cold: "I asked him when he was captured, but he still didn't answer."

Mo Lefeng thought for a while: "Last May."

Just as she was about to take back her warm hand, Wu Jin suddenly grabbed her wrist, yanked her up, then grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Mo Lingfeng fell onto his lap and was startled, asking hurriedly: "Does it hurt?"

She struggled to get up, but Wu Jin endured the severe pain in her internal organs and lowered her voice: "Don't move."

His cold hands gripped Mo Lingfeng's wrist hard, almost crushing her bones. The smell of agarwood clung to her clothes, gentle and calm, attacking her. She lowered her head, her heartbeat pounding, even painful. feeling.

"Last May, Leaf, what did you plan to do to me at that time?"

His internal organs felt as if they had been burned by fire - even if Mo Lingfeng lived alone, she would not easily allow a prey to walk into her life.

He clasped her waist with one hand and grabbed her hand with the other: "There are only a few words left in your letter since March last year. Do you plan to alienate me in your heart, or give up on me?"

There was a "buzzing" in Mo Lingfeng's head, and he stared blankly, looking up at Wu Jin's face. Wu Jin's face was covered in the incense smoke. His face was narrow, with clear lines, and his nose was high, hidden only in his eyes. With a little sadness.

She subconsciously answered: "No."

Wu Jin said: "Really? 'I was playing in the Bibo Pond, surrounded by snares; I couldn't think of a way out, and I was destined to suffer and be alone in Quanguan'. It turns out that it was me who was instructed by Guanyin, wasn't it?"

Although he asked, there was no need to answer. Mo Lingfeng's sincerity was hidden in the thousands of miles of running and the killing of the Prince of Jiyang. His lips pressed on her forehead: "Although I enjoy it like a sweet treat, you don't want to use it on others." For me, I feel bad.”

His lips fell on Mo Lingfeng's forehead, eyes, bridge of nose, and red lips. The green smoke was flowing outside, the tea was as thick as wine, and the sugar was as sweet as honey.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng stood up and sat down. He took out his xun and blew a tune. He put his lips on the cold pottery xun. His breath came out of the hole and he let out a "whimper", blowing away the intoxicating atmosphere in the waterside pavilion.