Yu Jun

Wu's mother smiled and chatted with Mrs. Cheng for a while, and also praised Cheng Ting: "The third master is also very good. He is always by your side."

Wu Yi checked to see if the tea snacks in the main store were bought from his candy shop, and agreed: "Yes, my brother came back from the festival, and he was too busy to play house. I didn't meet until my grandma went to deliver summer clothes."

He took a piece of mung bean cake and said, "By the way, Third Master, when will the palace city be completed?"

Cheng Ting rolled up his sleeves and ate iced cheese: "It's almost done. Only one of the three gates in Nancheng is left. Some of the things needed for the palace will be brought in from the dock, and your Majesty also has a lot of them."

The palace city has a total of six gates and more than 20 palaces. Ziwei Hall is the permanent palace. Thousands of craftsmen were employed. They were built so fast that they almost rose from the ground.

"If you want to find your brother, go to His Majesty's house." Cheng Ting knew what he wanted to fart - he wanted Miyagi to use the snacks from his candy shop, and not His Majesty, but the public house next to Gongcheng could also use them.

Wu Yi waved his hands quickly, not daring to show off in front of Wu Jin.

Mrs. Cheng suddenly remembered something and said with joy: "The day Qian Lan took His Majesty home, the sky was filled with glow! Beautiful! I told Taishan that this child is not simple!"

Cheng Ting looked at Mrs. Cheng in confusion: "Didn't you say that the sky was full of glow on the day I was born?"

"Really?" Since Mrs. Cheng had a grandson, she was no longer dazzled by maternal love, "Is that what I said?"

Cheng Ting curled his lips. At this moment, Pang Dahai, covered in sweat, squeezed over from the end of the corridor: "Madam! Third Master! Here we come!"

Cheng Ting rushed to the window.

Others also came to the window.

The most valuable person in Daqi is Mo Lingfeng. She sits in a leather chariot, knows her identity, maintains a system, is cautious about going in and out, has things ready, and is surrounded by military guards. It is obvious at a glance that she can give power and status to others.

In front of the car were the civil servants who were greeted at the city gate. Wu Jin was riding high on his horse. As he looked around, he saw the calmness of an old man, a dragon, a snake, and the vigor of pines and cypresses dancing in the frosty wind.

Mother Wu stood behind Mrs. Cheng and saw the morning sun falling on the majestic leather chariot. The golden light flowed and flickered, and through the yellow curtain, the figure of the empress inside was dimly reflected.

The leather chariot was in the light and shadow. Yiwei, Wu Jin, the people, and the entire city of Kuanzhou were all caught in the dazzling light. The shadow of the person behind was superimposed on the back of the person in front, and everyone's face was blurred. Unclear.

She couldn't see clearly what Mo Lingfeng looked like - that girl who was already unattainable, now she couldn't even see her face.

She couldn't clearly see Wu Jin's emotions, and didn't know whether he got happiness or submission from the Queen.

The only thing she knew was that the people in the city walked more briskly - the young queen temporarily lifted the burden off their shoulders and allowed them to breathe.

Leren slowly left her sight.

The Cheng family was full of praise for Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin. Wu's mother remained silent. When the crowd dispersed and the Cheng family left, Wu Yi helped her get into the carriage: "Mom, brother is so lucky. Why don't you go to Mo at that time?" As a servant at home, who could have expected this day? If I follow His Majesty, it would be really..."

He wanted to say that there was smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, but seeing that Wu's mother looked unhappy, he quickly shut his mouth.

Wu's mother glared at him but remained silent until she came home and saw Wu's father, then she said: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. If we take good care of ourselves, we will bring blessings to our children and grandchildren."

Father Wu nodded: "That's exactly the reason."

Wu's mother went to the kitchen to have a look, and when she came back, she immersed herself in making clothes. After a while, she suddenly said: "It is said that women should marry high and men should marry low. If the eldest son comes next, I don't know how many grievances he will have to endure."

"Don't worry," Wu's father threaded her thread, "Your Majesty is not that kind of person."

Wu's mother forced a smile and unconsciously thought about what Wu Jin would be like now if she had not entered Mo's house.

Mo Lingfeng got off the carriage in front of the Mo Mansion and ordered the civil servants to step back, leaving only Wu Jin. The two of them drove straight in surrounded by Yin Bei and the guards. After waiting in the second hall, Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and whispered to Wu Jin said: "Toothache."

Wu Jin was stunned and quickly looked at her cheeks. Fortunately, her cheeks were not swollen. Mo Lingfeng didn't want to talk about it any more, so he turned to Yin Bei and said, "As soon as Chuan Li came over, he said my hands hurt." Yin Bei left in response. , the two of them walked to the study room. Someone had already arranged ice basin tea in the study room.

Mo Lingfeng retreated and refused to drink the hot tea. He walked to the iceberg, picked up a piece of crushed ice and put it in his mouth to relieve the pain. He turned around and hugged Wu Jin who was looking for a hammer to smash the ice.

She pressed her sweaty face against his back, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Wu Jin was thin and strong. She reached out and touched his waist. She let go and felt that the toothache was getting better.

She walked to the rose chair and sat down. She held the ice cube in her mouth without saying anything and picked up a round fan to fan herself.

Wu Jin couldn't help but smile, cut out a box of crushed ice, hugged it with a handkerchief, walked over and handed it to Mo Lingfeng, asking her to apply it on her face: "When did it start to hurt?"

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, pressed it on his face, and narrowed his eyes tightly: "I didn't eat anything sweet last night. Maybe it hurt because of the heat."

"Have you eaten?"

"I do not want to eat."

At this moment, Li Yitie arrived in a hurry. After bowing, as soon as he was about to look at Wu Jin's hand, Wu Jin apologized and said with a smile, "Your Majesty has a toothache."

Li Yitiao raised his eyebrows, put the medicine box on the table, opened the lid and took out a bottle of insecticide, wrapped his finger in fine cloth, and dug out a large piece of ointment: "Your Majesty, please move to the door and open your mouth."

Mo Lingfeng felt a little bad, put down the ice cube, walked to the door, opened his mouth wide and said "ah" to the sun, making a gesture of swallowing the sky.

Li Yitie walked over and bent down to take a closer look at what she said: "It doesn't matter, there's nothing new."

After that, he spotted the position of the teeth in her mouth and stuck a finger over them.

Even for a hero like Mo Lingfeng, his vision went dark, his head felt as if an arrow had been drilled into it, and he let out a cry of "Ouch".

Li Yitie quickly retracted his fingers, took off the fine cloth and threw it into the slag bucket, packed up the insecticide, closed the medicine box, and left very calmly.

He strode out of Mo Mansion and got into the carriage. In the carriage, Tang Shitie had just vomited and asked weakly: "Master, is Wu Xiangye's hand okay?"

"Master Wu Xiang, it's not that his hand hurts," Li Yitie said with a strange sneer, "it's that my stomach hurts and I have a headache."

He called to the driver: "Go to the Imperial Medical Office!"

"What kind of weird problem is this?" Tang Shitie panted, "How can I say my hand hurts if it doesn't mean it hurts us? It makes us run so fast."

Mo Lingfeng sat in a chair, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

The pain in her teeth gradually eased, but the pain in her head was so strong that she couldn't move, and her vision went black.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and looked at Wu Jin: "He is just a butcher."

Wu Jin had someone bring him a plate of steamed cakes, washed his hands, and said with a smile, "I shouldn't have said that my hands hurt. Seeing how sweaty he was from running, I'll go and apologize tomorrow."

The steamed cake was soft and soft. He broke it into small pieces with his hands and asked Mo Lingfeng to open his mouth: "Eat something to fill your stomach."

Mo Lingfeng opened her mouth slightly and took the steamed cake into her mouth. She didn't dare to chew and swallowed it whole.

After eating a piece and a half like this, she felt in good spirits and asked: "How did Dazhao react during the battle in Pingzhou?"