Yu Jun

Chapter 380 Regret

Blood dripped down the cracks in Wu Jin's hair. A stone scratched across his head. The air was filled with the smell of blood. He was held tightly in Mo Lingfeng's arms. A little light penetrated through the dust in the sky and incredibly penetrated into his heart. , let him feel the cool wind and the softness of Mo Lingfeng's heart in this mess.

He looked down at her, his red eyes were slightly drooped, with red marks at the end of his eyes, showing the dazed and lonely look of a child after being greatly frightened. He stretched out his hand with one finger broken and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, his reason was wiped out, and all his plans for the great cause were quickly deviating from the road. His knowledge, her wealth, their past and future became dispensable, and all efforts could not resist it. The heartbeat before my eyes.

The word "good" was about to come out, but he soon noticed that Mo Lingfeng's expression changed. He woke up from the daze, his eyes became clear, and his mind began to calm down. He knew that this joy was short-lived.

His hot heart suddenly became cold.

Restraining his inappropriate emotions, he moved his hands slightly and whispered: "It's okay. We'll talk about this later. Let's deal with this first."

The three people helped each other stand up. Wu Jin's eyes were spinning again. He endured the pain on his fingers and looked at the ruins. He saw that there were still a few survivors struggling to crawl out without being blown to pieces. .

All the people in the swordsmanship were alarmed, and they rushed here with shouts, and placed those who were lucky enough to survive in the swordsmanship. Mo Lingfeng wiped his face clean, patted away the dust that had rolled out, and sat in a chair with a cup of tea. Drink tea.

The tea has cooled down, which is suitable for today's heat and chaos. She reshaped her soul as hard as iron in this coldness, regained her indifference and solemnity, and had other considerations about getting married.

She cannot get married.

What Mo Qianlan did for her was not to get her married - the surname attached to her would be eclipsed by her marriage, and would be replaced by Mrs. Wu.

For a Mrs. Wu who has a record of success, the world will automatically hide her light behind Wu Jin and let Wu Jin take her place.

My brother is right, you have to control your heart.

She looked at Wu Jin. The little finger of Wu Jin's left hand was broken. The Lingnan forging master who was making swordsman bandaged him with a small branch, revealing a side face. Mo Lingfeng saw that he had combed his messy hair in a short period of time, and there was no bun. , use a branch as a hairpin to tie up the hair.

He noticed Mo Lingfeng's gaze, raised his head and smiled at her, as if he understood what she was thinking.

Mo Lingfeng looked away and suppressed the ever-growing thoughts - if she got married, she would be doing something wrong.

Chang Long stood aside, unscathed because he drank too much ice and defecated in the woods, leading his five remaining veterans to stand at the door, waiting for relief.

Looking at these disgraced soldiers, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Mo Lingfeng put down the tea cup and stared at Chang Long, distinguishing the emotions on his face. His thoughts slowly changed in his mind. He remembered the word "people's hearts" that Wu Jin often said, and tapped his fingers twice on the table slowly: " The soldiers all retired to the gunpowder industry due to injuries. Now that they die suddenly, they will be compensated according to the soldiers killed in battle. You can count the names and find the families that Yin Bei sent to them."

Chang Long's eyes turned red and he solemnly thanked Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng waved his hand and asked about business: "What happened to the spies caught last night?"

Chang Long nodded: "I killed him at three o'clock in Yinshi and buried the body. It can't be the spies. I think it was a problem with the gunpowder."

A veteran did not dare to look up at Mo Lingfeng. He lowered his head and told the situation: "We increased the weight of saltpeter and sulfur in Zhentian Lei, reduced the amount of arsenic, and added two kinds of silver powder to it."

Wu Jin asked: "Didn't you start the fire?"

The veteran shook his head.

Wu Jin asked again: "Is the newly added silver powder in the medicine hair puppet?"

The veteran nodded: "We just wanted to add it because we saw it in the gunpowder." Wu Jin thought for a moment and said: "These two kinds of silver powder can increase the power of gunpowder, but if you add too much, it will spontaneously ignite without fire. North and South Workshop Even if the thunder in the sky is transported from Kyoto to Kuanzhou, nothing will happen. Either it has a certain degree of control, or there is something else that can suppress the silver powder."

He thought for a while: "There are many medicine-haired puppets in Huzhou. After I go back, I will ask someone to find the master of the medicine-haired puppets."

After settling in, Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng went down Hengshan Mountain, rode back to the city, and then returned to Mo Mansion together.

It was getting late, so Li Yitie hurried over with the medicine box, took a look at Wu Jin's fingers, and sneered: "It's okay, there are ten fingers, fold them slowly."

He fiddled with the tied wooden branches and said, "That's it."

He casually bandaged the scratch on Wu Jin's head. When he saw Wu Jin cupping his hands, he turned around and left: "Don't thank me. I can't afford it. My life will be shortened."

Wu Jin sat down, the pain of his broken finger slowly came over him, his arms rested on the armrests of the chair like iron, he closed his eyes, and after a moment he opened them and looked at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng kept staring at him without evading his gaze, but he was panicked, a little timid, and a little overwhelmed. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

He cleared his throat and found that Mo Lingfeng's fingers suddenly curled up, as if he wanted to stand up, and then forced himself to sit down.

Wu Jin stretched out his right hand, rubbed his forehead, picked up the tea cup, and drank a cup of tea, so that his internal organs could be smoothed out a little, so that they would not have to suffer together.

He thought that Mo Lingfeng felt guilty for being affectionate towards him - she was indifferent to Zell and laughed it off, but she was restless towards him.

After a long silence, Wu Jin finally said: "You can't get married."

Mo Lingfeng loosened his clenched fingers and felt relieved. His tense body quietly relaxed. He sat back in the chair and looked up at the caisson above his head. His temples were already wet with sweat.

Yin Bei walked in and brought food. The two sat at the table across from each other. After eating, Shi Yuan came. Wu Jin talked with him in the front hall about the workshop for a while, and then wrote a letter to send to Huzhou, the prefect's Yamen Cao The official sent many chores, and after handling them one by one, he bent down at his desk to write when he heard Mo Lingfeng enter the front hall.

She opened the window and let the wind blow into the house. The sky was changing quickly. It was still hot during the day, but at night there was moist and cold water vapor in the wind. The candlelight swayed in the lampshade, and the tables and chairs in the front hall were cast into darkness, making them appear heavier.

She moved a chair and sat down side by side with Wu Jin. Their arms touched each other, and the fragrance of their clothes entwined.

"What are you writing?" She craned her neck to look at the desk.

Wu Jin put down his pen and used a paperweight to hold down the clattering bamboo paper. He carefully considered what he wrote and changed several pieces of bamboo paper.

"Marriage certificate."

Mo Yefeng said "huh?" "Whose is it?"

Wu Jin picked up the top one, leveled it with both hands, and gave it to her to see: "Ours."

His hands were very hot, and the wooden strips binding his fingers suddenly blew against Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and wrote a letter: "Three generations of marriage, etiquette and judgment, two surnames combined for a good marriage, Wu is old." "He is foolish in nature, he has been a wise man for a long time, he can ask poems and etiquette, he can marry the Mo family's wife, he can wear swords and soldiers, he can control lions, he dares to show his talent, he can increase the light of his family's sacrifices, and he can bring endless happiness."

Wu Jin whispered: "I will ask my parents to take a look and go to the magistrate's office to use the seal. Are you willing to use the seal?"

　The child's lungs were washed today and he had four hours of free time in the intensive care unit.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)