Yu Jun

Wu Jin always paid attention to Mo Lingfeng's expression.

Mo Lingfeng's eyes were straight, his teeth were gritting, and his fingernails dug into his palms. Wu Jin immediately stood up, walked to her, held her right hand, and took the chopsticks out of her hand.

Then he moved the chair together with her, causing her to turn around and face him. He pressed the back of her head with one hand and pressed her ferocious face into his arms.

Mo Lingfeng struggled hard, and an evil fire in her body jumped up, turning into a gluttonous mouth, swallowing her soul, tearing apart her sanity, rushing out of the body, staring at the whole world.

The hatred of the Mo family continues with the new emperor Zhao Zhan - this is the conspiracy of the entire Tian family that has lasted for hundreds of years, killing every piece of the Mo family until the moment Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng. Counterattack, the new emperor will naturally be involved.

Wu Jin did not let go of her. He pressed her head and used his calmness to suppress her madness.

Mo Lingfeng stopped struggling and lay in his arms with her face sideways. She was still trembling with grief and anger, and her voice was hoarse for no reason: "Wu Jin, I'm really unwilling."

Wu Jin patted her: "It doesn't matter, soon they will be afraid of you, just like you were afraid of him before."

Mo Lingfeng's fingers tightly grasped Wu Jin's sleeves, and those frightening years went through her mind. Mo Qianlan built a barrier to separate her from the bloody killings, making even her memories blurry.

On the contrary, the few words Mo Qianlan left in Kyoto were deeply rooted in her bones. As long as she closed her eyes, she could imagine Mo Qianlan's isolation, fear and confusion when he was in Kyoto, and the feeling of dying when his body was shattered to pieces.

She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. The fresh and clean soapy scent filled her nose, slowly calming her chaotic thoughts.

Wu Jin let go of his hand, wiped away the sweat on her temples, squatted down, held her cheeks with both hands, and looked up at her. Her cheeks were flushed and she was sweating like rain, but her lips were pale and her eyes were distracted.

He hurriedly reached out and touched the left side of her waist.

The outer shirt was dry. He pressed his palms down slightly and soon felt his palms were wet, and the outer shirt also oozed out a little blood.

"The wound is open." He stood up decisively and looked at Yin Nan, "Have you brought the medicine?"

Yin Nan nodded.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his eyelids and stood up holding the armrests of the chair with both hands: "It's okay, I'll go back."

Wu Jin slapped her down and watched as Yin Nan took out the knife wound medicine he carried with him, picked up the copper basin and walked out. He quickly brought back a basin of hot water, a roll of white muslin stuffed in his sleeve, and a hook on his finger. Hu Jiu: "Does it hurt?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

She untied her clothes and lifted up the left side of her clothes, revealing the bandaged wound on her waist. The blood on the wound was bright red and was still leaking out a little bit.

Her confused mind had forgotten that there was a marriage certificate between them, but she was calm when facing Wu Jin's eyes, because they knew each other heart to heart, there was no need to shift or twist, and Wu Jin's eyes did not contain any blasphemy.

Wu Jin took the scissors from the compartment and burned them on the oil lamp. She walked to Mo Lingfeng and squatted down. She carefully cut open the thick layer of fine cloth with the scissors.

Throwing the blood-stained cloth strip into the slag bucket, he stood up and soaked the handkerchief, wrung it out, folded it back, and began to wipe it from around the wound.

The one-inch long wound was caused by the Jinlu's blade splitting the armor and scratching the flesh. At this time, the wound opened and turned into a wide grinning mouth with a circle of white flesh wrapped around it, making it particularly ferocious.

Wu Jin wiped clean the area around the wound, revealing her snow-white waist and abdomen. She was so white and tender. She had been pampered and had no bruises on her oily skin. But one injury after another made her calm. Wash the handkerchief, pour wine, and gently press on the wound. Mo Lingfeng takes a breath of cold air. Wu Jin puts his hand even lighter. After wiping it, he sprinkles Li Yitie's special knife wound medicine, and then wipes it with a fine cloth. Wrap it around and tie it tightly.

He stood up and put the handkerchief into the copper basin, went out and brought in a basin of hot water, wrung out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Mo Lingfeng's head: "According to the news from Kyoto, the Privy Council's edict will arrive tomorrow. , do you want to receive the order in the mansion or outside the fort?"

Mo Lingfeng tied up his shirt, pondered for a moment, and then replied: "Baozhai."

Wu Jin nodded: "I also think the fortress is good. The soldiers are with you through life and death, and they can empathize with the orders more closely."

He asked Mo Lingfeng to turn around and face the table and chairs, and gave her a steamed cake to eat. Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, took only two bites, and then shook his head.

After the smell of alcohol dissipated, she was filled with worries and felt sleepy again. She stood up and said to Wu Jin, "I'll go back and go to the fortress early tomorrow morning."

"I'll give it to you." Wu Jin stood up to get the crane cloak and shook it out in front of Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng put his arms into his sleeves, smoothed the hem of his clothes, bent down to pick up the lying rabbit, and tied it on his forehead, sleeves Walking out with hands in hand.

Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan came on horseback. Wu Jin did not disturb the stable and let Yin Nan and Mo Lingfeng ride together. He rode one of them and went to Mo Mansion together.

The sound of horse hooves stopped at the corner gate of Mo Mansion. Wu Jin turned over and dismounted, stretched out his hand to help Mo Lingfeng down, and whispered: "Don't be careless about the wound, and be extra careful when moving."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, with a lonely look on his face, and walked to the door. Yin Nan followed closely and reached out to push open the corner door.

"Leifeng." Wu Jin called her, walked forward in three steps and pushed Yin Nan into the door. At the same time, he held the back of Mo Lingfeng's head with his other hand and lowered his head to her. A kiss on the lips.

He let go of his hand: "Don't be afraid."

Mo Lingfeng suddenly stood up on tiptoes, hooked his neck, and made him bend down. His lips touched his lips, his tongue rolled over his, his teeth touched his teeth, and the tip of his nose brushed against his, and he gasped. Lingering and pathos, especially clear in the dark night.

Wu Jin hugged Mo Lingfeng's back and held her tightly in his arms. His back and waist just wrapped around her slender body, and the two bodies were tightly attached to each other.

After a moment, Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, smiled, said nothing, and walked into the corner door. Yin Nan came out with a sullen face, glared at Wu Jin fiercely, led the horse in, and closed the door with a "snap".

Wu Jin stood motionless. After a moment, the blood all over his body suddenly rushed to his head, and his face turned red all the way to his neck.

He took a step back, tripped one leg on the stone toad, and swayed his body, staggering for several steps before he regained his balance.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his lips with his fingers. His fingers seemed to be burned, and his heart was beating wildly. His whole body was running hot, and even his breath was trembling.

He turned around and walked towards the prefect's Yamen, walking faster and faster, and finally ran through the door.

Wu's mother had been worried since Wu Jin went out and couldn't fall asleep. At this time, she heard Wu Jin's return and quickly opened the door. She saw that Wu Jin had lost his usual poise, panting, and his head was tilted to one side. Startled: "Boss, what happened?"

Wu Jin stopped, tried his best to calm his racing heart, and replied: "Mom, it's okay, I was running in a hurry."

He quickly returned to the east room, took off the futou and threw it on the table, tore off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and sat down in front of the oil lamp that was still not extinguished.