Yu Jun

After noon, Mo Lingfeng went to the second hall and learned that Mo Qianlan was resting and had something to say to Wu Jin, so he detained Wu Jin and asked Yin Nan to go to Wu's house to get the decoction.

Wu Jin drank the medicine, while Mo Lingfeng ate cheese from an ice bowl. After finishing the bowl, he was still unsatisfied and told Wu Jin: "Ice cheese should be eaten in winter."

Wu Jin took some tea and wiped his mouth clean: "Why?"

Mo Lingfeng said seriously: "I looked through the medical books, and it said that 'human beings are connected with the heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon.' Ice and snow are only found in winter, so they should be eaten in winter."

After hearing this, Wu Jin nodded and said, "That makes sense. Ice should not be used in summer."

When Mo Lingfeng heard this, he immediately waved his hand: "Man can conquer nature. You can eat whenever you want."

Wu Jin couldn't help but smile: "When people have no restraint, they become beasts."

The two discussed ice and Wu Yi's divorce document. Mo Lingfeng was about to see Mo Qianlan when a servant came over to report. Mo Qianlan invited the two of them over.

Before entering the second hall, Mo Lingfeng couldn't help but quicken her pace. When Wu Jin's sedan landed, she rushed into the courtyard, passed Qi Chang who was standing at the door, shouted "Brother", and ran up the stone in two or two steps. Step by step, he accidentally tripped on the threshold and immediately threw himself forward.

"Ah!"

Mo Qianlan was standing by the door, quickly threw away the jade staff, hugged her, and then the two of them fell to the ground.

With a "bang", Mo Qianlan fell to the ground on his back and let out a muffled groan. His mind was suddenly spinning, and there were stars in his eyes. He couldn't move or get up. He only had two hands left to hug Mo Lingfeng tightly.

Mo Lingfeng didn't have time to breathe, so he got up and knelt down to look at Mo Qianlan. He was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Mo Qianlan was already pitifully thin, but now he was lying on the ground. The thick clothes pressed him, and pressed him more and more into a piece of paper. The ups and downs of his body were the width of his bones. His eyes were closed tightly, and there seemed to be a gap between his mouth and nose. No breath.

"Brother?" Mo Lingfeng's voice trembled, his face changed color, and his heart almost stopped beating.

Yin Bei came over, held the back of Mo Qianlan's head with one hand and his back with the other, and slowly helped him to sit up. Mo Qianlan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

Before he could catch his breath, Mo Lingfeng plunged into his arms and hugged the pile of broken bones with both hands - his body was extremely fragile, but his soul was the only one that was still strong and tough.

"It's okay," Mo Qianlan wanted to hug her, but he was weak, so he could only lean back and use Yin Bei's hands to support Mo Lingfeng's weight, "It's okay, my brother is not good, I scared you."

He reached out and patted Mo Lingfeng on the back.

Mo Lingfeng was holding back a huge panic. His soul could not reach the sky or the earth. His breath was stuck in his throat and he did not dare to speak. She was afraid. She had been afraid since Mo Qianlan greeted her at the city gate.

Mo Qianlan patted her, and her heart slowly fell to the ground, and her soul came back to consciousness. She took in a breath intermittently, raised her head, her eyelashes were moist and became clusters, and they were taut: "Brother, You don’t want to die.”

"I'm not going to die," Mo Qianlan sat on the ground, her butt was cold, and he took turns wiping her tears with both hands, "It's okay, I could have fallen to death in one fell swoop. I'm not a porcelain man."

He didn't know that she would shed so many tears, and she would shed them again and again, but Mo Lingfeng didn't need him to wipe them away, she hugged his neck tightly, buried her head in the crook of his neck, and cried silently, her tears wet his shoulders.

Mo Qianlan hugged her back with difficulty and turned to look at her wet face - it was so hot in the room that she was so frightened that she had already sweated all over her head.

"Okay, get up quickly, Wu Jin is here," he let go of his wet sister, "The ground is cold, and brother can't sit still."

Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, revealing a messy face. He hiccupped and helped Mo Qianlan stand up. Mo Qianlan held back the pain all over his body, took out a handkerchief, wiped her face, and threw the handkerchief on the washing rack. In the copper basin, he limped back.

"Wu Jin, don't be too polite and sit down."

Wu Jin had already walked to the door, crossed the threshold, picked up the jade staff from the ground, and handed it to Yin Bei: "If it's cracked, it's better to use a wooden staff."

"Change the wooden stick," Mo Qianlan looked at Wu Jin and smiled, "Can I give you one?"

Wu Jin took off his crane cloak, put on his hat, and sat at the end of the seat, away from the pots of blazing fire: "Thank you for your kindness, I won't use it." Mo Qianlan nodded: "Where's Liu Boyu?"

Yin Bei handed the jade staff to someone else: "At the front door."

"Let him in."

Mo Qianlan waved to Mo Lingfeng and touched the back of her neck: "You're covered in sweat. Go change your clothes and come back."

Mo Lingfeng's hot underwear stuck to his body in pieces, his eyes were swollen and he said "hmm", sniffing and walked out, his face calmed down.

When she walked out of the courtyard, Mo Qianlan couldn't bear it anymore, leaned back in the chair, and said "Ouch": "Shiheng used to laugh at me as a mother-in-law, but I didn't expect that she would still be like this now that she is so old."

Wu Jin said: "Liao Ezhong said, 'Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of me.' If you are like this, her attachment will naturally be the same."

Mo Qianlan looked at him thoughtfully, feeling sad and self-aware, so he closed his mouth and stopped speaking, lest his sour and jealous temper would leak out and make others laugh when he spoke, so he took out an envelope from his sleeve. The letter he had already written was asked by Yin Bei to hand it to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin unfolded the letter and read each word clearly.

Mo Qianlan first delivered 300 million guan to the Jinlu, and the Jinwang's young son, who was less than nine years old, went to Gaopingzhai for peace talks. If the Jinwang's son allowed the Mo family to guard Kuanzhou, the wealth of the ten states would be given away.

He put away the letter and handed it to Yin Bei. It was dark in front of the door, and Liu Boyu walked in cautiously. He was very flexible and bowed to the two people in the room and saluted.

When he learned that Mo Qianlan asked him to deliver a letter and money to Jinlu, his heart was moved, and he almost wanted the money to risk his life, and he had the idea of ​​​​delivering 300 million yuan.

Mo Qianlan looked at him with a smile, and he suppressed the thought with horror. His eyebrows drooped, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat: "Uncle, this matter is difficult to handle. Firstly, the time is tight and it is difficult to deliver it on the [-]th. Secondly, The Jinlu are fierce and will kill Han people regardless of age or sex when they see them. The villain is worried that the letter will not be delivered and the things will be robbed first."

Mo Qianlan smiled half-heartedly: "Are you bargaining with me?"

"Greed is human nature," he rubbed the candy box on the table next to him. "You are a businessman, so naturally you want to make a profit in everything and are unwilling to lose money."

His expression suddenly became serious: "But you must be qualified to bargain."

Liu Boyu turned pale.

He knows Mo Qianlan's methods better than those officials. Ever since Mo Qianlan took over, the rules of the Mo family in Kuanzhou are the rules.

"Yes, I will make arrangements right away."

"300 million yuan, go to the accounting office to withdraw it."

"Yes."

Wu Jin, who had been silent until now, suddenly said: "Bring back the portrait of Little Prince Zhang."

The current Jin King was still a weak crown prince ten years ago, but he can step on the powerful King Jing and ascend to the throne, which should not be underestimated.

If the person who comes is not the young prince Jinlu, all the promises made in the oaths between the two dynasties will be ignored, and the Mo family will give away the wealth of the ten states in vain.

Liu Boyu looked at Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan nodded: "Follow Wu Tongpan's instructions."

Liu Boyu's respect for Wu Jin immediately rose to a higher level: "Yes." (End of Chapter)