Yu Jun

Cheng Ting moved a chair and watched Wu Jin. He looked up to the sky and squinted for half an hour. He was fighting Jin Lu in his dream. He was suddenly awakened by the rustling sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Wu Jin had already sat up.

"Don't move!" He rushed forward, put his hands on Wu Jin's shoulders, and pushed Wu Jin down.

Wu Jin hit the bed with a "clang" and almost broke into several pieces. His hands trembled and his face twisted in pain. It took him a long time to regain his strength.

Cheng Ting hurriedly helped him up, probed his forehead with the back of his hand, and then tried his own forehead: "It's not hot, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Get a pen and paper..."

Cheng Ting teased: "You write with your feet?"

Wu Jin laughed: "I said, you write."

Cheng Ting got up and moved a square table to the bedside. He then brought in pens, ink, paper and inkstones, polished the ink and dipped it in ink. He picked up the pen and said, "You tell me."

Wu Jin half-leaned against the wall and said word by word: "Emperors have ruled the world since ancient times——"

Cheng Ting wrote every word on the paper, trying his best to make the words neat and clear.

"Since ancient times, emperors have governed the world. Yao and Shun were kind and courteous, and they cared about the lives of the people. Now in the Zhao family's court, the royal family is arrogant, slandering ministers and making it difficult for loyal ministers to stand up. Zhao Zhan has just ascended to the throne and has no time to warm the table. He pretends to be the late emperor. Leaving one's orders, destroying pillars, not caring about thieves coming to the border, overthrowing important ministers, without the monarch's holy virtue, and the king's way is not prosperous.

The minions of Tang Baichuan's hawks and dogs, ferocious and dangerous thieves, fought with swords, had no generals, advanced and retreated rashly, in order to seek miraculous achievements, brutalized the people, resulting in tens of thousands of corpses, blood flowing everywhere, people's resentment boiling, and the whole world was chilling. The emperor is covered in dust.

Mo Lingfeng is a heroine who is famous all over the world. She raised her arms and raised all kinds of wounds and illnesses. She defeated the Jin captives in Kuanzhou, guarded the border and relieved the emperor's troubles. This was loyalty. She was alone in Jeju and opened the city gate bravely. , save Li Shu, this is righteousness, the loyal and diligent king's teachers gathered in Wangzhou, obeying the destiny of heaven, responding to human feelings, all the people are united, support loyalty, and tell the world. "

Cheng Ting put down the pen and waited for the ink to dry. He folded it in half solemnly, found a sheepskin envelope and sealed it: "To whom should I send it?"

Wu Jin said: "Give it to Shi Yuan and let the bookstore open the seal immediately and spread it throughout the three states."

As long as Mo Lingfeng wins Wangzhou, the Jeju dock can be reopened, and all news will spread all over the world along the flowing water.

If he wins, she must win too!

He closed his eyes, rested his mind, and thought slowly. A quarter of an hour later, he said to Cheng Ting: "Write another letter to your father, using Xiaozhuan, which Mr. Zhao taught me."

Zhao Shiheng did teach the imperial court to use small seal script when offering sacrifices.

"Have you taught him before?" Cheng Ting spread another piece of paper with a confused look on his face, "Why don't I remember?"

"Taught me," Wu Jin raised her chin, gesturing for him to start writing, "the sun sets in the grass."

Cheng Ting searched his guts and finally found some impression of Xiaozhuan. He wrote it down one by one, waiting for the next sentence. After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear it. He asked suspiciously: "No more?"

"Gone."

"It's okay," Cheng Ting held up the paper and showed it to Wu Jin, "Can you understand it?"

Wu Jin took a closer look and saw that every word was wrong, but it was harmless: "It's okay, your father can understand it, but I'm afraid he will beat you when he comes back."

Cheng Ting was dumbfounded, put down the paper, and thought to himself that he was also a father, how could he be afraid of this old guy Cheng Taishan?

"My mother is at home, how dare he?" He looked at the line he had written, with doubts on his face, "What kind of riddle is this as the sun sets in the grass?"

Wu Jin said: "Write the word "Mo" in small seal script."

Cheng Ting picked up his pen and wrote another word "Mo". He stared at it for a moment, slapped his thigh and suddenly realized: "Xia Jie! Xia Jie compares himself to the sun!"

The small seal character Mo is written as a sun setting in the grass, indicating that the emperor will be devoured by the Mo family. Wu Jin nodded: "This sentence must also be spread in Kuanzhou."

Cheng Ting put away the letter, sealed it with a sheepskin cover, stuffed it into his arms, and patted his chest: "I guarantee that all women and children will know."

"One more thing, there is an old stonemason on Shishi Street who is deaf and mute. Go to Yin Bei and ask him to invite him to Jiusixuan. Then find a half-arm-long mutton-fat white jade from the Mo Mansion's warehouse, so that Mo Ling can In Feng's appearance, a statue of the Nine-Tian Xuannv was carved, holding the soldier's talisman in the left hand and the "Nine-Tian Xuannv's True Scripture of Treating the Heart and Eliminating Evils" in the right hand. It was sealed in a white stone with swim bladder glue, polished into stone eggs, and buried in the Xiongshi Gorge. , washed out with the rain.”

Cheng Ting wrote them down one by one, and at the same time a heat surged up from the bottom of his heart, and the blood all over his body boiled.

The Mo family engulfed the Zhao dynasty, and the Nine Heavens Xuannv passed down Mo Lingfeng's military talisman and military book. It was Wu Jin who was building momentum for Mo Lingfeng to become king!

He couldn't wait to leave the stronghold, but Wu Jin didn't let him go, so he could only suppress his emotions: "The masons on Shishi Street have never carved jade, and their skills are probably not that good. Do you want to grind jade as a favor?"

"Jade is also a stone, it doesn't matter." Wu Jin shook his head, "The most rare thing when carving a statue of a god is to have a little charm, otherwise it will be useless to look like it. This old man once carved the Guanyin. When my father carved the Guanyin in Xiongshi Gorge, he was the one who carved it. Guidance.”

Cheng Ting nodded, suddenly remembered to pour water for Wu Jin, went out, poured tea in, and put it to Wu Jin's mouth.

After Wu Jin finished drinking the tea, he put down the tea cup and remembered something: "What should I do with that old man?"

This was a redundant question - doing such a secret thing would naturally lead to murder and silence, but he couldn't help but ask.

Wu Jin smiled helplessly: "You are thinking carefully. He is a lonely and elderly man, and he is also a stonemason. What does the Jade Xuannv statue have to do with him? Even if he tells it, no one will believe it. Killing him will only cause problems."

Cheng Ting scratched his head: "When is the best time for the statue to come out?"

Wu Jin considered it - half a month would allow Tang Baichuan's evil deeds, crusade and prophecies to spread, and another half month would be the right time for the Xuannv statue to rush out.

"On the sixth day of April," he told Cheng Ting: "Things are accomplished through secrets, and failures are revealed through words. Remember this."

He propped up his body on his elbows and slowly lay down: "Let someone take you out. When my parents ask, tell me everything is fine. Don't worry."

When Cheng Ting saw that there were soldiers taking care of him outside the central tent, Wu Jin couldn't wait to explain his affairs, so he strode out, led a green horse, and asked the soldiers to lower the suspension bridge and cross the river in the rain.

A carriage was parked by the Shuo River. A paper lantern was hung in front of the carriage. The dim light of the fire illuminated a circle of drizzle. The coachman stood aside and fed the horse with grass.

As soon as Cheng Ting got on the suspension bridge, the curtain of the carriage was lifted. Xu Huiran lifted up her skirt, jumped off the carriage while holding on to the wall, and ran straight to the suspension bridge. Cheng Ting urged the horse to cross the suspension bridge, dismounted from the saddle, opened his arms, and hugged Xu Huiran.

"Hyeran!"

The thrills, fear, excitement, and all kinds of emotions in the past few days had made him exhausted. He had been holding on for a breath, but when he saw Xu Huiran, he couldn't hold on and almost fell to the ground.

The woman's soft body was nestled in his arms, but her bones were extremely hard and strong, almost becoming his bones, supporting him to stand firm and straight.

There was a glimmer of water in his eyes, which quickly disappeared again.

"Mr. Cheng." Another person got out of the carriage, his voice trembling.

"Aunt Wu?" Cheng Ting let go of Xu Huiran, looked at Wu's mother in surprise, then stepped forward and supported her, "Why are you here?"

Wu Mu's already thin body was like a piece of paper under the flickering light. (End of chapter)