Yu Jun

Walking behind the screen, Mo Lingfeng's nose twitched and he sniffed the wet breath.

The fragrance of the flowers was temporarily blocked by the screen, and the smell of Wu Jin was everywhere, the dry soapy scent, mixed with the long, mellow, sweet aroma of spring wine.

Wu Jin was lying on the bed, eyes closed, already asleep.

He slept silently, accustomed to all the burdens that weighed on him.

Mo Lingfeng moved the embroidery pillar, sat in front of the bed, and lay her upper body directly on his chest.

She closed her eyes in nostalgia as she did before when she lay on Mo Qianlan.

Wu Jin moved, opened her eyes, and subconsciously raised a hand to hug Mo Lingfeng, but her hand belonged to someone else and she couldn't move it, and her speech was unclear: "Lingfeng..."

He was dizzy and couldn't help himself, so he could only raise his hand and touch the top of her head.

Her hair was cold and tied into a simple bun, making it easy to fasten it at any time.

Mo Lingfeng raised his head and stood up, grabbed Wu Jin's outer arm, and moved it up and down. Then he rubbed his heels against each other and knocked off both shoes. He opened the quilt and got in, lying sideways in Wu Jin's arms.

Such a normal and warm night is rare.

She is not without fear or panic, but she has to hide everything so that no one can discover her. A passionate soldier will not be willing to follow a cowardly monarch. He will only open the cage when no one else can see him. Let go of fear.

She faced outward and looked at Wu Jin's fingers.

Wu Jin's hands were different from Mo Qianlan's. The fingers were long and the joints were distinct. Apart from the scars, there were thick calluses.

It is such a pair of hands that can support a family and a country.

She reached out and touched his palm, sighing softly.

Wu Jin looked at the back of her head, turned over hard, hugged her with his other hand, and pressed the tip of his nose against her bun.

As soon as he got close, the fragrance of flowers bloomed on the tip of his nose.

His thoughts were still dull and sluggish, and his movements were laborious. Only his feelings were still vivid - Mo Lingfeng's indigo blue singlet was soft and smooth, piled up in the quilt, and scattered on his body. He felt it through a thin layer of clothing. To her soft and warm body.

"Leaf..."

There seems to be a layer between the voice and the soul, and the heart melts into a pool of spring water, flowing along the blood veins all over the body, and flowing out from the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

The heart is soft, but the person is hard. He can't move, and he doesn't dare to move anymore - she is his monarch, and he can no longer bear her just lying next to him.

There was mist in his eyes, wetting his eyelashes, as if he was about to rip out his heart, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I love you."

Mo Lingfeng suddenly turned over and faced him, hugging him tightly with both hands, scratching traces on Wu Jin's snow-white undershirt with his fingers, and their bodies were so close to his that they were almost embedded together.

The rain pattered outside the house, a gust of wind passed by, and the branches snapped and crackled, covering up the sound of the clothes being rubbed, and even the sound of the clock could not be heard.

The humid air makes the gradually dispersing fragrance of flowers become heavy. Layers of it are draped on the body, making people feel hot and breathless. There is heavy sweat on the back, which wets the clothes and sticks to the skin.

Mo Lingfeng let go of her hand, held his face, and kissed his lips. After biting her gently, her breath became confused: "You are drunk."

Wu Jin was also swaying like the trees in the wind. Seeing Mo Lingfeng's black and messy temples, wet with sweat, pressed tightly against his cheeks, looking indescribably arrogant and beautiful, a fire burned from his belly to the top of his head.

He was like a defeated army beside her, defeated thousands of miles away. His mouth was dry, and wine and hot sweat poured out of his body. He tried his best to chase her breath, trying to tighten the person in his arms, crush her, and swallow her into his stomach. In the end, he almost Despair - his soul was disconnected from his body, and he was always stiff and weak.

"Not drunk...just..."

Mo Lingfeng stood close to him and saw that his face was red and his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry. He was completely different from his usual dignified appearance. The coldness caused by missing his brother dissipated in his heart, and a pair of eyes Brighter and brighter. She smiled narrowly: "Please, please."

"Leaf...please spare me..."

Mo Lingfeng smiled and let go of his hand, yawned, and patted his back: "I'll spare you this time."

She curled up and slept next to him, listening to his heart beating like a drum. It was hard to calm down for a while, and she whispered softly: "You are mine, don't worry now."

After that, she closed her eyes: "It's mine."

Wu Jin felt hotter and hotter. He rubbed his chin on the top of her head and nodded.

The breathing gradually became calmer, and two moments later, Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin fell asleep together.

Mo Lingfeng had a dream, in which she became a bystander, watching her young self lying next to Mo Qianlan acting coquettishly, unwilling to leave.

Zhao Shiheng taught her earnestly and sincerely, saying that she was old and could no longer pester her brother like this and wanted to go back to Changsui Residence.

The nanny and the maid were waiting outside. She had no choice but to get up and put on her shoes, not wanting to leave.

In the dream, Mo's house was old, the lights were bright, the flowers were blooming, and the people were kind. They all smiled and watched her put on her shoes.

Even though she knew it was a dream, she became anxious and wanted to tell her not to leave, but she couldn't. It felt like a big stone was pressing on her heart, suffocating her.

She suddenly woke up from her dream, staring and gasping for breath.

What was pressing down on her was not the boulder, but Wu Jin's arm hugging her.

After a while, she carefully took Wu Jin's hand away, sat up and got out of bed to put on her shoes, casually pulled the folds of her clothes, quietly opened the door and walked out, then turned around and closed the door gently.

The branches outside the house were swaying, the cold wind was biting, and there was no warmth in the early summer in Kuanzhou.

Yin Nan arrived outside the door at an unknown time and sat on a chair to take a nap. When she heard the movement, she immediately got up and followed Mo Lingfeng without saying a word - she was used to this, Mo Lingfeng was a part of her life.

"Tell Yin Bei and Nomad Qing to wait for me in the study."

Yin Nan nodded: "Yes."

The rain was getting lighter, so she stepped into the stagnant water without an umbrella, making huge splashes, and headed to the front hall to check in.

In the study, the servants turned on the lights and placed five candles everywhere to dispel the gloom brought by the rainy night. Under the lights, there were neatly stacked bamboo papers on the table, all of which were written on the heaven-sacrifice regulations set by Wu Jin. .

Mo Lingfeng sat in front of the table, his face no longer soft. His eyes, which were similar to Mo Qianlan's, emitted two cold and hard lights. He sat in front of the table and made no effort to hide his anger.

Yin Bei and Nomad Qing stood in front of the case, waiting for orders with their hands lowered. Yin Nan stood outside the door and treated the servants, cats, dogs, mosquitoes and flies passing by outside the house equally.

These three people are the most loyal to Mo Lingfeng. No matter whether she is benevolent or evil, killing or setting fire, they will follow her without any argument.

Mo Lingfeng began to make arrangements for the march.

"Separate three battalions, leave Wangzhou one day before the day of sacrifice to the sky, and besiege Pingzhou... After the sacrifice to the sky, the enemy troops will be blocked in the city of Pingzhou, but they will not attack, and the backup will be blocked. After ten days, they will attack the city again. Yin Bei escorted Wu Jin back to Kuanzhou and did not stop in Wangzhou."

Taking Pingzhou was a sacrificial ceremony planned by her. It was also a carnival without the constraints of Wu Jin, and it was also a comfort to the people of Jeju and Wangzhou.

Only when other people have gone through suffering can people feel balanced - there are too many people in the world who don't want others to be kind to them. (End of chapter)