Yu Jun

On November 13, the 32nd year of Yuan Zhang, the emperor passed away in the Wenzheng Hall with anger, unwillingness, hatred, regret, and all kinds of dissatisfaction. The prince ordered Ji Xiang of the Hanlin Academy to draft a posthumous edict for the late emperor, and planned the succession, state, and state. Official promotions, funerals, honoring the emperor and the queen mother, etc.

On November 20th, there was a funeral in Kuanzhou, and Yi could not eat. No linen clothes were sent out in the Wu Mansion, and only servants were asked to put on plain clothes. There were no fireworks in the kitchen, and a lot of cold food was prepared.

At midnight, the ground was covered with snow, and the door of the prefect's Yamen was closed and silent. Suddenly, there was a knock on the inner Yamen door. Menzi stood up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and opened the latch. As soon as the door opened a gap, someone violently knocked it from the outside. Push away.

The door was defenseless and was caught between the door leaf and the wall. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses. He quickly pushed the door leaf and got out of the crack. When he looked outside, he saw no one in sight, only a vast expanse of white snow.

He looked back and saw two familiar figures disappearing down the street.

"General Mo?"

When he was hesitant to come forward and report, Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan had already entered the inner house and knocked on the hanging flower door.

Since the beginning of winter this year, Wu's father has been in poor health and often suffers from illnesses. Wu Jin lives in the east wing of the back house and wakes up at night. Hearing his father's cries of pain, he gets up to give Wu's father some medicine, knead it, and hugs Wu's father. Relieve yourself.

Wu's mother lived in the main room and was sleeping lightly. When she heard the knock on the door, she immediately woke up. She turned over and sat up, pulled on her shoes, got up, put on her clothes and went out.

She walked over the threshold and walked down the stone steps, and saw the maid who opened the door turning around, as if she was going to Wu Jin's place. Seeing Wu's mother coming, the maid breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak, but Wu's mother had already walked to the door. , looked at Mo Lingfeng.

She hadn't seen Mo Lingfeng for a long time.

Mo Lingfeng's appearance here was already very unexpected, and her dress was even more surprising.

At the time of national mourning, everyone was pure and simple, but she was wearing a purple gold-woven gown, with large clusters of hydrangeas glittering on the skirt. She did not wear a cloak or an ermine hat, and she had a snow-white lying rabbit tied in front of her forehead. Her black hair was pulled into a high bun, and she wore a red gold phoenix hairpin and a golden necklace on her chest.

Wu's mother smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Looking at Mo Lingfeng's cheeks flushed and her eyes moist, she must have come here after drinking.

It is not appropriate to dress up like this during the national mourning period and come here after drinking late at night. Wu Jin is a state official. If others gossip about him, it will be harmful to his reputation.

She hesitated, trying to lure Mo Lingfeng to the guest room, but she was so aggressive that there was nothing that could be discussed.

Mo Lingfeng saw that she had been silent for a long time and said concisely: "Auntie, I'm seeing Wu Jin."

Wu's mother said cautiously: "General Mo, it's so late, can you come early in the morning?"

The door of the east wing opened with a creak, interrupting Wu's mother's speech. Wu Jin was neatly dressed and strode to the hanging flower door. Seeing Wu's mother pulling on her shoes, her fingers stiff with cold, she quickly said: "Auntie, today is a national mourning. The situation has changed, and it must be important for General Mo to come late at night. It's cold, so you can go to bed and don't worry."

He looked at the maid and said, "Send grandma back to rest. Let's light a fire in the kitchen and make tea and bring it to my room."

The maid didn't dare to raise her head, and helped Wu's mother to walk back to the main room. Wu's mother turned around and glanced at Wu Jin, and saw that Wu Jin's expression was unusually relaxed, his posture was calm, and even his shoulders were no longer tense, and his heart couldn't help but freeze. .

She rarely saw Wu Jin like this.

Wu Jin seems to have been mature and steady since birth. His shoulders have grown from childish to Kuanzhou, from carrying cakes to now shouldering the responsibility of a state. There has never been a time when he was relaxed.

She was reluctant and finally moved forward without saying another word.

Wu Jin took Mo Lingfeng to the east wing.

When the Cheng family lived in the magistrate's Yamen, the place was bustling with activity. Now the excitement has subsided, and the east wing has turned into a cold and orderly scene. Two wooden screens divide the east chamber into two parts. The sleeping area is in the partition. A raw silk screen is placed in front of the bed. It is not stained with ink. Behind the screen, you can faintly see the clothes and neatly arranged shoes. .

There is a pure shelf near the corner of the outside room with a copper basin on it. The handkerchief is stretched straight and folded on the crossbar. There is a bamboo smoker cage next to it. A square table is placed in the middle. There is a set of tea cups on the tray on the table. Oil lamp, copper brazier placed under the table, fire chopsticks leaning against the table legs, and a basket of charcoal placed next to the chair.

Wu Jin asked Mo Lingfeng to sit down, blew out the fire, lit the oil lamp, tucked up his clothes, squatted down with the chopsticks, poked open the charcoal fire, picked out a few pieces of good charcoal from the broken charcoal and put it into the brazier.

The maid brought hot tea. Wu Jin put down the chopsticks and stood up to take the teapot: "I'll pour it. You go to the kitchen and get something to eat."

"Yes." The servant girl turned around and went out.

Mo Lingfeng sat in a chair with her eyes lowered. She knew that she drank too much and was out of control physically and mentally. She had already sat down, but her feet were still light and her soul was scattered. Stars fell to the ground like water. No matter how much you praise it, you can’t hold it up.

But she wanted to drink.

Wu Jin poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of Mo Lingfeng. The hot air surged up, and Mo Lingfeng suddenly said: "He is dead."

The charcoal fire "peeled off", sparks flew up, and flames jumped up, creating a warm feeling in the cold wind.

Wu Jin saw that she was dressed festively and solemnly, and nodded: "Yes, have a sip of tea."

Mo Lingfeng picked up the tea cup and took two sips. When he put it down, his eyes flashed with excitement, he smiled, and his voice rose: "He is dead!"

Wu Jin did not laugh, but showed a worried look, drinking tea and looking at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng's eyes were a little dull. He leaned forward with his waist bent, his elbows on the table, and his fingers crossed against his mouth and nose. There were fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and the lying rabbit tied on his forehead was also soaked in sweat. wet.

It was freezing cold, and her sweat was caused by the alcohol.

Wu Jin pondered the stab wound on her waist - judging by her sitting posture, the waist injury was recovering well, and the old arrow wound showed no signs of relapse. She just drank too much.

"I'm sorry for you. It's uncomfortable to be wet. I'll dry it for you."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, raised his hand to untie Wotu'er from behind his head, and handed it to Wu Jin. Wu Jin took it in his hand, went to the net rack to get the bamboo smoker cage, placed it on the charcoal basin, and put Wotu'er on top. bake.

The servant woman brought a plate of steamed cakes, a plate of flower cakes, a vat of mutton, and a dish in a food box, placed them on the table, arranged the bowls and chopsticks neatly, and walked out without squinting.

Wu Jin stood up, closed the door, and scooped another bowl of mutton for Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng ate half of the bowl with chopsticks. The great joy in his heart gradually faded away, and the smell of alcohol dissipated a lot.

She exhaled a white breath, and a moist cloud rose up from the bottom of her heart, squeezing into her internal organs, flooding her mouth and nose, bringing a pungent, sour and bitter taste, and a pain with nowhere to vent pierced into her body like a needle. Body, everywhere, with tingling pain.

The emperor deserves to die.

But how could he die so happily?

He must have been seriously ill and was losing weight due to the pain, and was no longer human!

It should be called to the sky but no response, but to the earth it is not working!

We should just watch the dynasty decline without any help!

The sins my brother suffered should be inflicted on him a hundred times or a thousand times, making his life worse than death!

She stared at the dishes on the table, unaware that the joints of her hands holding the chopsticks were blue and bulging, and beads of sweat began to trickle down her temples, across her chin, and into her neck.

The child is discharged from the hospital, life returns to order, and updates return to normal