Yu Jun

Chapter 42
Wu Jin put her hands together around her mouth, and shouted loudly: "Lingfeng!"

His voice was not clear and loud as before, but broad and deep, resounding in everyone's ears, but failed to reach Mo Lingfeng's ears.

Cheng Ting immediately waved his hands: "Lee Feng! Le Feng! Dog! A dog!"

Wu Jin also raised her hands, but her gestures were elegant, her eyes were warm and gentle, Shi Qing couldn't help but look up twice.

After a while, Mo Lefeng finally heard his shout, and slowly rode over.

Her face was covered with sweat, the buckwheat flower was bent and her back was broken, and she was crushed into a flat shape between the bridles, obviously suffering a lot.

Yin Nan followed her, carefully scanning Wu Jin and the others, especially staying on the brothers and sisters of the Shi family for a long time, not even letting go of a plain silver twelve-row bridge hairpin on Shi Qing's head.

Once her gaze slowed down, it was like a knife, slowly cutting on them, Wu Jin didn't move, let her look and examine, Cheng Ting was too wide-eyed, and didn't pay attention, and the brothers and sisters of the Shi family felt that the gaze was too sharp, couldn't help it He lowered his head.

They didn't regain their comfort until Yin Nan confirmed that there was no danger and moved his eyes indifferently.

Several people dismounted and got together again.

"Lingfeng," Cheng Ting patted her, "When did you come? Why didn't you wait for us, you missed my battle with Wang Jingha just now."

The glare of the sun made Mo Lefeng frowned: "Who is Wang Jingha?"

Cheng Ting excitedly said: "It's the king..."

He couldn't remember Wang Jinghua's father's name for a while: "His father is Wang Zhizhou."

"Oh," Mo Lefeng nodded, "I see, Wang Yunsheng's son."

She said Wang Zhizhou's name very naturally, as if she was of the same generation as Wang Zhizhou.

Hearing that she spoke like an ordinary lady, Shi Yuan looked at the red gold longevity lock on her neck, after a little thought, he knew that she was Mo Jiedushi's younger sister.

No wonder he didn't shy away from Wang Zhizhou's name, and he heard that Mo Jiedu would take her with him wherever he went, hugging her on his lap and never leaving him for a moment.

Shi Yuan saw again that her head was messed up, her whole body was childish, she was not as surly as the rumors said, she only had a pair of red phoenix eyes, which opened and closed with a divine light that captivated people, with a very charming charm.

He took his sister and said hello respectfully and politely.

Mo Lingfeng nodded, his eyes flicked from Shi Yuan, and then fell on Shi Qing. He turned to look at Wu Jin, and at Cheng Ting. After a moment of understanding, he fell back on Shi Qing.

She stared at Shi Qing for a moment, and Shi Qing was at a loss as she stared at him, thinking about her clothes in panic, the more she thought about it, the more cramped she felt, and her face turned red.

"Mo, Miss Mo..."

Mo Lingfeng looked back, and suddenly pulled out a pair of short hairpins from her head - she combed her own hair today, fearing that the rope would not be strong, she inserted a pair of short gold hairpins on the two horn buns.

On the top of the golden hairpin is a lotus flower, which is unremarkable, but in the heart of the flower is inlaid a south bead the size of a lotus seed.

She sent the pair of gold hairpins to Shi Qing: "For you, as a greeting gift."

Shi Qing was startled, and looked down, the golden hairpin was normal, but the two beads were smooth and crystal clear, round and delicate, they looked like fine southern beads.

She blushed even more, and made shadows with her hands: "No, no, no, thank you Miss Mo for your kindness——I can't accept it."

Shi Yuan also didn't expect Mo Lingfeng to do such a thing, he was shocked and refused again and again.

However, Mo Lingfeng directly stuffed the golden hairpin into Shi Qing's hands, and with a stern face, he shouted in a very majestic voice: "Here you are! Take it!"

The two stones made her stunned, and they all froze in place.

Mo Lingfeng said again: "I still want to ride a horse, can you go?"

The two Shi Yuan were dumbfounded and could only shake their heads, Shi Yuan took his leave in a nonchalant manner.

Cheng Ting's kindness has already disturbed Mo Lingfeng at this moment, he rolled his big eyes in his heart, and got on the horse: "Run the horse, run the horse."

Mo Lefeng and Wu Jin also followed on horseback.

After getting far away from the Shi family brothers and sisters, Cheng Ting reined in the reins and winked at Wu Jin: "Shi Qing is a very nice girl, she can read and understand, and can manage the house. She is the same age as you, and looks pretty good. What do you think? ?”

Wu Jin said seriously: "Don't ruin Miss Shi Qingyu."

Cheng Ting let out a "tss": "Lingfeng, you also think Shi Qing is good, don't you give her two hairpins!"

"No." Mo Lefeng replied casually, but did not say the reason.

Wu Jin couldn't help but glance at her, and vaguely guessed why she gave the golden hairpin in her heart.

Shi Qing's family is poor.

People from poor families, no matter how decently they tidy themselves up, they still have to show their feet.

Everything she was wearing didn't match, but it was the best she could wear.

However, Wu Jin couldn't help being puzzled.

Did Mo Lingfeng give her the golden hairpin because Shi Qing's family was poor, so that she would not suffer from hunger, or did he use the golden hairpin to save Shi Qing and him from being matched by Cheng Ting?
Or - both?
While he was guessing, Cheng Ting was still talking about the Shi family.

There is a big mansion in Shijiakong, and the inside is already completely bare. The poor can hardly survive the years, and they have passed the years only after being a set of golden nanmu desks handed down from their ancestors.

The Shi family's parents are now counting on Shi Qing to marry a good husband and get a sum of money. Madam Shi revealed to Mrs. Cheng that it doesn't matter age or family background, as long as she is not a concubine.

Shi Yuan also didn't want his younger sister to marry unsatisfactorily, so he secretly entrusted Cheng Ting, who has friends all over the world, to find someone with similar talents and looks.

As soon as Cheng Ting heard the words "talent and appearance", he immediately thought of Wu Jin.

At this moment, Cheng Ting spoke earnestly to Wu Jin: "Shi Qing's grandfather was a great Confucian, and I heard that he left some ancient books as a dowry for Shi Qing."

Wu Jin said solemnly: "If I marry a wife, I must love her dearly, and I will not seek other people's wealth."

Cheng Ting smirked: "Then who do you love?"

Mo Lefeng also tilted his head to look at him.

Cheng Ting giggled again: "Oh, I see, you love Mr. Zhao, once Mr. Zhao comes, you don't talk to us anymore, and I do the same with Sister Huiran."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wu Jin suddenly had an unknown agitation in her heart, raised the whip, and made a crisp sound in the air, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and shouted in a low voice: "Drive!"

The horse spread its hooves and rushed out.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the grass was everywhere in his eyes. The kindness of the Shi family brothers and sisters, Cheng Ting's matchmaking, and Mo Lingfeng's gift of golden hairpins all mingled together, and suddenly exploded in his mind, touching an extremely secret corner of his heart. .

It was a secret that even he himself did not realize.

Just gently opening it like this is enough to make him panic and lose his mind, and his momentary thoughts are so sinful, making him full of hatred for himself.

He wants to grind his thoughts to dust.

In the scorching sun, facing the exquisite golden light, he tried hard to think about his bakery.

Even though Auntie wiped it diligently every day, it was still cramped and cramped. The oil stains soaked into the tables, chairs and counters, and could never be wiped clean. Dad walked on the ground with his hands on the ground. Full.

He, his home, and his family, these things he owns, do not make him ashamed, but they are real, enough to destroy any exquisite glass beads.

It is also enough to wipe out any dazzling throbbing.

(End of this chapter)