Yu Jun

The servant left in response. Cheng Ting, who was already hungry, pressed his chest against his back. He picked up the chopsticks, stuck a piece of Yuqian cake with one chopstick, and stuffed it into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were forced to open wide as he chewed.

After eating two pieces of cake, he mixed the whitebait bream with water and rice, and finished the water and rice one bite after another. Only then did his raging appetite slowly subside, and he was able to eat like a human being.

He remembered that there were two people in the room, picked up his chopsticks, and gave each of them a chopstick of mutton.

The servant brought another bowl of cherry cheese. At the same time, he watched his words and added a side of donkey meat in sauce and a side of fragrant chicken.

Cheng Ting ate a piece of smoked pig head meat with chopsticks, put down his chopsticks, picked up a spoon, ate a spoonful of cherry cheese, then opened the seal of spring wine mud, poured out a cup of good wine, picked up the wine cup, and drank it first as a token of respect.

He held a wine cup, ate and drank, talked while drinking, and while talking, he greeted Cheng Taishan's colleagues without any delay.

Colleague Wu Jin couldn't resist, so he hurriedly finished the water and rice, and drank six or seven cups in a row, and the jar of spring wine quickly ran out.

The cups and plates on the table were in a mess. Cheng Ting stood up with a bulging stomach, opened the door and walked out. The rain was extremely pleasant, and a large area was wet on the corridor. He asked his servants to bring mud sandals, coir raincoats and hats. He was properly dressed. As soon as he stepped on the corridor with one foot, he was The fine raindrops splitting from the pillars and eaves of the roof fell directly on him.

He turned his head and looked into the room - the two people in the room were sitting steadily with smiles on their faces. They were only a few feet away from him, but the gap in the middle was beginning to be bottomless and would soon turn into a chasm.

He thought of Cheng Taishan's words after beating him: "You will rely on your father for the first half of your life and your friends for the second half of your life. You are blessed, but remember that accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. You must be careful at all times. If you talk too much about affection, you will incur resentment." .”

He knew that a palace was being built in Kuanzhou.

These two people are about to be high up, surrounded by courtiers and imperial troops. If they want to meet, they need to be notified from three levels inside and outside. Even if they meet, they must think twice about what they say.

Maybe the only time I can be arrogant is tonight.

He smiled and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wu Jin, let's go, sleep in Jiu Si Xuan tonight! Don't go back!"

"Making tea, no snacks," he ordered his servants to go to Jiusixuan first, "light a brazier and smoke some incense."

The servants left quickly,

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng stood up together and got dressed properly. Wu Jin walked out and said, "I'm taking a break for the night."

At the beginning of spring and summer, Wu's father's broken leg was so painful that he couldn't get out of bed. From time to time, he needed someone to massage and apply medicine. Wu Jin's hand injury healed a little, so he was busy with business during the day and slept with his father at night. Wu's father had some movement. , he got up and asked, applying medicine and massaging his legs.

Wu Yi and his family moved into the back office of the magistrate's office yesterday and took care of their parents with Wu Jin.

"You should take a rest." Mo Lingfeng kicked away a toad that jumped up on the veranda.

Cheng Ting's feet felt itchy for a moment and he lowered his head to look for the toad: "Is there a snake in the garden now?"

"you want?"

"do not want!"

Wu Jin listened to the two of them talking nonsense, and his thoughts gradually became a little dizzy. When he was blown by the cold wind, his insides were churning. He forced himself to walk out of the verandah. When he arrived at Jiusixuan, Cheng Ting looked up at the elm tree in the courtyard and couldn't help but Feeling: "Ling Feng, the trees in your home grow better than people."

The roots of the elm tree in the courtyard are intertwined, breaking out of the ground, and the roots are intertwined on the ground. The old trunks are towering, and the flowers and leaves are tumbling. Looking up, you can see that they are dense and well-proportioned.

It is so full of vitality that it becomes more and more obvious that the people of Mo Mansion are withered and there is only a single seedling left.

Wu Jin opened his mouth to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he immediately felt that his tongue could not move as he wanted in his mouth. In the midst of confusion, Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng had already approached him and looked at him carefully.

Cheng Ting said firmly: "You are drunk."

Wu Jin felt that his eyes were hazy, and the two people looked blurry. The whole body was covered with a layer of hazy water light. The rain and firelight were mixed, reflecting the big trees, ups and downs, and swaying unsteadily.

He had a clear mind, tried to straighten his tongue, and replied: "No." He thought he had answered the question, but little did he know that in the eyes of Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting, his appearance had changed - his face was flushed, his eyes were dull, "No." Two words, one word at a time, it takes a lot of effort to say.

Cheng Ting clicked his tongue twice and said to Mo Lingfeng, "That's what happens when you're drunk. You're soft everywhere except your mouth."

Mo Lingfeng pointed to the wing: "Send him in."

Wu Jin shook his head - his head shook from left to right: "No, I'm going to write something."

"What are you writing? Write a memorial to me?" Cheng Ting supported him and led him to the east wing. Then he turned around and shouted, "You go, I'll keep an eye on this place."

Wu Jin crossed the threshold, brushed Cheng Ting's hand away, untied his coir raincoat, spread it neatly on the ground, took off his bamboo hat and placed it on the coir raincoat.

He thought he was doing it smoothly, but in fact he did it in a mess. He slowly walked to the table and sat down. He took a cup of tea in his hand in a daze, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

Holding the empty teacup blankly, he felt that his body was light and rising and falling with the wind and waves.

He refused to let his body run wild, so he tried to put down the tea cup and tried to sit upright: "Where is the pen?"

Cheng Ting saw him sitting on an iron plate and wished that his hair stood up. Without saying a word, he lifted Wu Jin up, pushed him behind the screen, pushed him to sit on the bed, and teased him. : "Is Cheng Taishan bad?"

Wu Jin slowly shook his head: "Very good."

"Look, everyone is good." Cheng Ting failed to do what he wanted, so he bent down and took off Wu Jin's shoes and socks, removed his outer shirt, and then pushed Wu Jin down.

After Wu Jin fell down, he straightened up again - he had etiquette engraved in his bones and never relaxed for a moment, even if he was drunk, he would not be presumptuous.

Cheng Ting shook his head and sighed, covering him up like a funeral. After covering him, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, stretched out his hand to loosen the silk ribbon around his waist, and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he saw Mo Lingfeng sitting at the table drinking tea. He was immediately startled and put his hand down from the silk ribbon around his waist: "You haven't returned to Changsui Residence?"

Mo Lingfeng put down the tea cup and pointed toward the door: "Get out."

"No."

"I have a marriage certificate."

"That's not okay, you are a girl, you will suffer a loss! If my eldest sister finds out, she will seize you——"

Mo Lingfeng banged the tea cup on the table: "If you continue to be verbose, I'll grab you and feed it to the snake first."

Cheng Ting had no sense of restraint, shut up decisively, turned around and left.

After walking out, he closed the door and stood on the porch, forgetting the pouring rain. The cat was at the door, his ears pressed tightly against the door panel, listening to what was going on inside.

However, the room was very quiet, there was not even the sound of people moving around, and there was no figure moving in the candlelight. He walked along the corridor to the west wing with confusion on his face.

In the room, Mo Lingfeng had been sitting and drinking tea. After drinking the last bit of tea, he opened the door and ordered someone to bring some potpourri.

The servant who was guarding the door left in a hurry, and the incense tablets were brought to him in just one cup of tea. Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, waved the servant away, walked to the smoker, opened the lid of the smoker, and took out the pieces on the partition. The incense tablets were thrown into the water and replaced with potpourri ones - Cheng Ting slept a lot in the east wing, and the fragrance inside was his favorite crabapple fragrance.

The fragrance of flowers gradually fumigated out, overpowering the single fragrance, becoming rich and complex. The green smoke curled up and fell on Mo Lingfeng's clothes, creating large flowers, which bloomed, withered, and dispersed in an instant.

She closed the smoker lid and took a deep breath, letting the aroma permeate her internal organs to cover up the bloody smell that couldn't be washed away from her body. (End of chapter)