Yu Jun

After Mo Lingfeng finished eating the fried rice balls, he wiped his mouth and hands, stretched out on the couch, turned over like a pancake, and yawned.

The female relatives toasted her with many glasses of fruit wine. As soon as the charcoal fire burned, the smell of wine surged up and made her sleepy.

But she didn't want to sleep, her brother was beside her, and she still wanted to talk.

The big yellow dog was lying on the ground, slowly wagging its tail in response to her movements - the noise in the Cheng Mansion forced it to run away.

Mo Qianlan touched her head. The charcoal fire in the room was too hot, and her head was steaming with heat. She said, "Put some more inside. It's not so hot."

Mo Lingfeng rolled into the cave and then rolled out again: "Same."

Mo Qianlan stood up and went out, and asked someone to open the window at the back a little. A cold wind blew in in a zigzag manner, passed through the screen and partition, and turned into a breeze, blowing away the heat in the room.

He put on a cloak and walked back: "Is it still hot now?"

Mo Lingfeng said: "It's not that hot. Are you cold?"

"It's not cold." Mo Qianlan picked up the chopsticks and put some on the fire, "Li Yitie has taken a lot of pills recently, and he doesn't feel so afraid of the cold after eating them."

Mo Lingfeng immediately bared his teeth and smiled: "His medical skills must be better, but his apprentice has not improved."

Mo Qianlan put down the fire chopsticks, sat beside the couch, leaned his back against the wall, and touched her right shoulder: "His apprentice is also very good, but it is easy to go from a thousand to a hundred, but difficult to go from a hundred to one, and it is different from learning." It’s the same thing.”

Mo Lingfeng pulled his sleeve and put it under his cheek, smelling the bitter medicinal smell and agarwood aroma on the clothes, and rubbed his face against the soft material: "Brother, I will sing a Shizhou order to you."

Mo Qianlan wanted to hold back a series of coughs, but she couldn't. She lowered her voice and coughed a few times: "Okay."

"The rain is rushing, the clouds are flying, and the dusk crows are scattered..."

Her voice gradually became lower, and finally she turned over, and there was no movement at all, leaving only the sound of long breathing. Mo Qianlan looked down at her and saw that her cheeks were red and she had fallen asleep.

"Auntie." He called softly.

Mo Lingfeng didn't respond. He sat for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the forehead: "Sister."

When Mo Lingfeng woke up, he was already in Changsuiju. Yin Nan was sleeping in the cubicle. He woke up immediately when he heard a faint movement and walked to Mo Lingfeng like a cat.

The big yellow dog was lying next to the smoker cage, lazily sweeping its tail.

Mo Lingfeng put his bare feet into his shoes, bent down and lifted up the heels, stood up and put on his coat and a crane cloak. He took a look at the incense and saw that it was Haishi.

She went to the cubicle to wash her hands and face, picked up a piece of pastry from the table and ate it, opened the door, and stood quietly in the corridor.

The maid and the nanny slept in the ear room. The nanny was old and breathing heavily, which could be heard on the porch.

As she walked down the stone steps, the wind blew the red lanterns on the corridor, causing her shadow to sway.

She couldn't remember the last time she had a carefree night out in the mansion.

When Mo Qianlan didn't wake up, she was filled with panic whenever she did anything.

She let out a white breath and opened the courtyard door. Yin Nan fell behind her like a ghost, silent and accustomed to it.

The light made the pink and gilded paintings on the beams fade away. The red pillars were dark and sticky, and the raised eaves were like a black scimitar, piercing the black and blue sky.

There are few stars, and the full moon is hard to see.

Mo Lingfeng stepped onto the bluestone road, sneezed, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked outside the courtyard where his aunts lived. When the aunts came in from the outside, they still looked like fresh little girls. Now they are as fat as two people and have become Become a part of Mo Mansion.

The three adjacent courtyards were quiet. She didn't have to go in to see the aunts keeping their peace.

She walked past and went to the second hall.There were no lights in the second hall, but the medicine was still cooking in the medicine stove under the corridor. Standing outside, you could see the hot air rising upwards like mist, and finally dissipated into the night.

She stood for a moment and heard no coughing or moving sounds. Mo Qianlan seemed to be asleep, but still alive. This silence was evidence that he was alive.

After leaving the second hall, she walked to the front hall, where King Wei lived.

This canary was restless from morning to night, and let out a huge sigh in the silent night. The sound had nowhere to fall, and trembled and scattered in the air, and was swallowed up by the square and ancient courtyard.

Mo Lingfeng watched calmly, thinking of the emperor and the prince in Kyoto - the father and son of the Tian family, who owned all the people in the world, but were declining day by day.

She didn't stay here for too long. She walked along the Chaoshou Corridor and headed towards Jiusixuan.

The ancient trees in Jiusixuan had fallen leaves, leaving only spiderweb-like branches covering the house. Zell was sitting in front of the courtyard gate, using a knife to cut the bamboo branches folded back from the garden.

Seeing Mo Lingfeng, he stood up and gave her a bamboo whistle.

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, blew it, slapped his forehead, turned to Yin Nan and said, "Bring that blue purse."

Yin Nan came and went quickly, and within a moment he handed the purse to Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Yefeng handed it to Zell: "It's for you."

Zell was confused at first, then he squeezed it in his hand and realized that there was a Tao Xun inside. He smiled involuntarily and was about to untie the drawstring when he heard Mo Lingfeng say: "Cheng Ting said he couldn't come to express his gratitude in person, so let me I'll send him off for you, and I'll treat you to a drink when he gets better."

He paused, stopped opening it, and hung the purse directly on his waist: "The Cheng family has already given me a thank you gift."

He glanced at Mo Liangfeng: "Where are you going?"

"Take a walk."

"me and you together."

His face was tense, and he tried his best to control his emotions. His lips were tightly pressed together. His smile did not look like a smile, and his cry did not look like a cry. He took a lantern from the eaves with a fork and held it in his hand with a bamboo stick to illuminate it.

"Are you unhappy," Mo Lingfeng said directly, "because of Wu Jin?"

Zell laughed at himself: "I still have to be happy?"

He suppressed his anger: "Yes, I have to be happy. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be alive."

He was a little anxious, Yin Nan frowned, and when he wanted to step forward, Mo Lingfeng waved his hand to her.

Zell kicked away the chrysanthemum hanging to the ground: "I would rather die on the battlefield at that time. My God will bless my soul to be free, but now I only have to live!"

Mo Lingfeng put his hands behind his back and moved forward: "I thought that everyone wanted to do their best to survive, no matter what the reason for living."

Zell shook the lantern and watched the chrysanthemums turn into a flat ball at Mo Lingfeng's feet.

The grievances surged in like a tidal wave. The joints of the hands holding the bamboo stick turned white, the lips trembled, the circles under the eyes were hot, and the chest began to rise and fall violently.

His steps speeded up unconsciously, trying to avoid Mo Lingfeng's gaze, but Mo Lingfeng was always by his side and did not leave. He couldn't bear it anymore, threw away the lantern, squatted down suddenly, and curled up his hands. On his knees, his head was buried in his arms, motionless.

The lantern fell to the ground, the candle inside lit the bright paper and bamboo frame, and soon burned into a ball, illuminating the curled-up Zell.

The fire also illuminated Mo Lingfeng. She stood motionless. When the fire went out and Zell's figure became blurry again, she squatted down.

"Don't cry."