Yu Jun

Mo Lingfeng remained silent for a long while until the servants brought in the charcoal fire, and then suddenly said: "Uncle, you taught us that the wind is the one that scratches everything, and you asked us what the wind is. I know, the wind It's a right."

Zhao Shiheng glanced at her in surprise: "Why?"

Mo Lingfeng said seriously: "Power is a sword, and only with a sharp sword in your hand can you 'draw the sword and carry the net, and the oriole will fly'."

"Yes," Zhao Shiheng nodded to the student who answered his question first, "We are all orioles in the net of the emperor."

"So is Wu Jin."

"No, Wu Jin is only in your net, and she will hold a sharp sword in her hand in the future. Whether she can break through the net depends on you."

The tea became cold, the inside of the house became as cold as the outside of the house, and there was no difference between the hearts of everyone in the Mo Mansion. The whole Mo Mansion was silent and silent in this dark night. Feijiaozhuanlian bets are all in response to what Zhao Shiheng said.

The more beautiful the Mo Mansion is, the more cramped and dilapidated the Shishi Street is. It is difficult to get rid of the shabbyness from the inside to the outside.

At this time, there are still women burning their burdens on the corner of the street, Wu Jin is the only student rushing for the exam on Shishi Street, but there are several Yunbing.

The scented wax flashed a few pale red lights in the snow light, and the burned paper money and ingots were blown everywhere. The woman who burned the paper looked at it, and suddenly jumped forward, crying loudly, asking if her son had returned. Whether the son is cold or hungry over there.

The cry was shrill, everyone woke up from the dream one after another, no one cursed her for disturbing the dream, they just flinched and went back to sleep.

The funerals continued one after another, so that Wu Jin's broken arm seemed to be joyful - at least he came back alive.

After returning to Kuanzhou, Li Yitie re-aligned his bones, stitched the fractures together tightly, soaked elm bark to soften and thin it, and coated it with ointment to bind him tightly to ensure that it was safe.

Wu's father and Wu's mother wished they could offer up his arm. They built a bed in their room with door panels and benches, let Wu Yi live in the same room with them, and kept him three steps away from Wu Jin, To prevent him from touching Wu Jin's arm.

Wu Jin got up amidst the woman's weeping, put on her clothes with her left hand, opened the door and saw that there was a thin layer of snow outside.

The snow is so thin that it dissipates when you step on it.

When Wu's mother heard him get up, she quickly got up and dressed, and gently opened the door, seeing a thin layer of snow on the ground, she quickly stopped Wu Jin: "Don't move, this is the slipperiest time, I'll sweep first."

The sky was still blue, and the eyes were blue and white. Mother Wu took the broom and swept the snow to both sides neatly, and opened the courtyard door to clean the snow in front of the door.

As soon as the door opened, she let out a "huh".

Just as Wu Jin started to go to the kitchen, when she heard Wu's mother's voice, she turned her head and saw a pot of coltsfoot flowers outside the dreary door.

The flower pot is blue and colorful, and there are patches of purple waves under the sky, glowing with a smart opalescence. The flower pot is covered with a layer of gravel, and a cluster of bright coltsfoot flowers blooms in the stone, refreshing the lifeless winter day. Into a touch of vitality.

His heart, which had been dull for a long time, was suddenly illuminated by this brilliant yellow light, his frowning brows unconsciously relaxed, and countless kinds of pain disappeared a lot.

"Isn't this coltsfoot?" Wu's mother put down the broom and went to move the flower pot, "Who will send a pot of flowers?"

She only knows flowers, and knows that they are wild flowers that can be used as medicine. She can occasionally see them by the Shuo River, but she doesn't know that this flower pot is also a fine porcelain glaze, which is rare to see.

As soon as she moved it, she put it down again, picked up the oil-paper bag in the flower pot, opened it, and said, "What else. What sugar?"

"Yantang," Wu Jin suddenly smiled, "Aniang, let me go to the room."

Ever since Wu Jin came back, although he had a pleasant face every day and didn't worry his parents, his eyes were heavy and gloomy. Wu's father and mother were rough people, and they didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

At this time, Wu Jin suddenly smiled, and Wu's mother relaxed her heart, and hurriedly sent the flowerpot to his room.

Wu Jin followed her in and saw the flowers on the table. When writing, she could smell the sweet fragrance of flowers just by smelling them. Looking down at the extremely cute flowers, she felt that they were much more precious than this flower pot.

Mother Wu folded the quilt on the side: "I don't know who gave it to you, like the third young master Cheng, last time he came to see you, he mentioned a big pig's foot, saying it was to complement the shape."

"It's from Miss Mo."

"Miss Mo? She's back?" Mother Wu put her hands together quickly, "Bless the Bodhisattva, Miss Mo is safe and well, does she still have to go to the capital?"

"I don't know, but Jiedushi should be reluctant to let her go."

Mother Wu put down her hands and continued to flatten the mattress on the bed: "How do you know that Miss Mo sent it? I don't think she left any post."

"There's also one in the Flower Pot School."

Wu's mother was so busy that she didn't have time to ask any more questions. She turned around and went to the kitchen to heat up hot water. She was also busy cooking eggs to make porridge. There was a sugar cake that was specially set aside yesterday on the stove. She warmed one for Wu Jin and put it together. Even if it is rich.

After finishing her breakfast, she went to wake Wu Yi up, and Father Wu also got up, walking with his hands on the ground.

"Miss Mo is back." Mother Wu lowered her voice, "I sent a pot of flowers, I don't know what it means, but I think the boss is in a much better mood."

"Ah That's good."

Father Wu was as taciturn as most old fathers, and expressed his father's love very cryptically, but his hands suddenly became vigorous.

Mother Wu lifted the toilet to empty, and her steps became lighter.

They also feel that it is a pity that they did not go to Kyoto for the exam, but after all they have a "next time" in their hearts, and this pity is also very limited.

Just when the whole family relaxed a bit, a rough and hoarse shout suddenly sounded outside the courtyard: "Brother Jin? Brother Jin, you're up!"

Upon hearing this voice, Wu's father and mother all frowned and sighed silently. Wu's mother drove out and invited the man standing at the door in.

This man is the widower of the opposite store, and his son is transporting soldiers, so he failed to return home this time.

Wu Jin was drinking porridge in the kitchen, when she heard his voice, she immediately got up to rinse her mouth, and went out to ask the widower to come in: "Uncle Li, come in and sit down."

Widower Li walked over rubbing his hands and stamping his feet, waving his hands again and again: "Don't sit down, don't sit down."

He stood still in front of Wu Jin: "Brother Jin, I just came to ask you, do you remember, my second child, you know, he has quick legs since he was a child, I want to beat him, just picked up the stick, he It ran out for a mile, so fast, it must have run out, right?"

Since Wu Jin came back, he came to ask every day, always feeling that his son had escaped.

Wu Jin shook her head: "Uncle Li, I didn't see Second Brother Li."

Mother Wu stepped forward, wanting to pull Widower Li out: "Uncle, the child really didn't see it, you see the child's hands are still hanging, can you let him rest?"

Widower Li shook off Wu's mother's hand, and looked at Wu Jin eagerly and expectantly: "Brother Jin, I found out that an escort officer surnamed Chang came back alive, and is now waiting for questioning in the Yamen, my son Clever must have come back, right?"

His eyes were full of pleading, hoping that Wu Jin, who had always been gentle, would show mercy and nodded to him.

"is not it?"