Yu Jun

Wu Jin ate in silence for a while, only to feel that her lips, tongue and teeth were all numb from the cold, not to mention her stomach, which was icy cold.

It was a cold day, and Cheng Ting wanted to go out to eat ice cream, and served it in an ice bowl. I am afraid that he also used the ice cream to lure Mo Lingfeng to come.

After eating one cup, he put down the silver spoon, quietly pressed his hands on his upper abdomen, and slowly rubbed it twice.

He had just recovered from a serious illness. Now that he ate this cup of iced cheese, his internal organs were greatly stimulated by the cold, and his hands and feet became cold.

Mo Lefeng and Cheng Ting were still savoring slowly, he kept his eyes closed and only looked out of the window.

The heavy snow fell, and the Wuwa powder wall was all crystal clear and white, and even the sound suddenly disappeared. In the silence, the sound of snow breaking bamboo branches became extremely loud.

Bamboo branches are lowered, burst and broken, empty and crisp, like the sound of firecrackers, suppressing the prosperity and fireworks in the world.

Wu Jin's eyes moved unconsciously, and fell on Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng was concentrating on scraping the ice bowl clean. After eating, he immediately reached out to hook the extra bowl.

Wu Jin immediately became anxious.

This is not the time to eat ice cream, how can you eat two cups!

He was so anxious and didn't know how to speak, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the ice bowl, and immediately snatched the bowl of cheese. It was too fast, and the ice bowl made a "stab" sound on the table.

Along with the sound, a long water mark was left on the table.

Cheng Ting was startled, opened his mouth and asked, "Are you still eating?"

Holding the silver spoon, Wu Jin glared at him heavily: "For you to eat?"

Cheng Ting quickly waved his hand: "No, I've already eaten two bowls with this bowl, and now my stomach is cold."

Then he looked at Mo Lingfeng, who was still full of thoughts and full of resentment, and immediately understood Wu Jin's meaning, and at the same time cursed secretly in his heart: "Dead Sea, three people in the room carry four bowls, and one bowl is for ghosts?"

The room fell silent again, Wu Jindong's teeth chattered, and he forcibly ate the cheese, Mo Lingfeng looked at Cheng Ting: "Why don't you talk anymore?"

Wu Jin listened to her with ears pricked up, her voice was crisp, sweet and moist.

Cheng Ting was a talkative person, but now in this embarrassing situation, the words in his belly were reduced by half, and the remaining half had just been said, and suddenly, he couldn't find anything to say.

He could only find something to say: "Your brother's memorial should have been sent to the capital."

Wu Jin's ears were so erect that they could no longer stand up, the cheese slowly melted in the silver spoon, and dripped into the ice bowl, even the ice bowl unknowingly dripped out a puddle of cold water.

Now his stomach is not only cold, but also a little painful.

Taking a sip slowly, he waited for Mo Lingfeng to answer.

Mo Lingfeng answered quickly: "I rushed to Beijing, it must have been delivered."

"Since uncle is pleading guilty, why didn't he hear that His Majesty is going to convict him, nor does he hear that His Majesty is going to pardon him?"

"It's not just an apology." Mo Lingfeng raised his head and glanced at Wu Jin, then turned his head and called Pang Dahai outside the door, "Dahai, the ice bowl has melted, take it out quickly."

Pang Dahai ran in quickly, took the ice bowl away with a plate, and Wu Jin took advantage of the opportunity to push the ice bowl out.

Cheng Ting turned sideways to let Pang Dahai wipe the table, and couldn't help but ask, "Not only an apology, but what else?"

Mo Lingfeng said to Pang Haihai: "I don't want tea, it's not good. Didn't I eat yellow mutton today? Why is there no mutton soup?"

Cheng Ting quickly ordered Dahai: "Go to the kitchen and bring a urn of mutton from the dinner party!"

He looked at Mo Lefeng again: "What else?"

After Fat Dahai left, Mo Lingfeng replied to Cheng Ting: "My brother will donate his family property, 100 million yuan, for military use."

Cheng Ting screamed: "Million Guan? Uncle's brain is broken? Do you know how much money it costs to repair your house?"

He pointed at Mo Lingfeng's gold collar: "Without a family business and only relying on salary, tomorrow you will have to pawn this broken collar!"

He added another knife: "In the future, if you want to eat cheese, you won't even be able to eat it, so you can only come to me and beg me, otherwise you will have to eat fart."

Mo Lefeng retorted: "You're the one who eats farts."

"My father is powerful, and my family has money, so I don't need to eat farts."

"My brother is even better, we have many millions in our family."

"Just brag, my uncle is so poor that he can't even afford his wife."

"Bullshit."

The two immediately broke away from the original topic and started bickering aimlessly.

One of the two of them is young, the other is small-hearted, and they are even younger when they get together, and they feed the dog at their age.

The two refused to give in to each other, and the bickering was not very clever. They were all nonsense, Wu Jin heard it in her ears, anxious in her heart, and couldn't help coughing.

Mo Lingfeng immediately stopped talking, clenched his fist, and hammered Cheng Ting's shoulder hard.

Cheng Ting fought back without hesitation, raising his hand in the air, Wu Jin coughed again.

He had no choice but to put down his hands, and another question popped up in his mind: "Uncle is pleading guilty and giving money, which has given His Majesty enough face. If someone is about to be beaten or killed, there must be some movement. Why is there no news so far?"

At this time, Pang Dahai came in with a urn of mutton soup, and each of them scooped up a bowl. The mutton soup was delicious and the mutton was soft and tender, dispelling the cold air brought by the ice cheese.

Cheng Ting squeezed his chopsticks: "You told me."

Mo Lingfeng said bluntly: "You can't talk about food."

After all, she buried herself in the soup.

Cheng Ting drank the soup in the bowl in a hurry, and urged Mo Lingfeng to drink it quickly with his eyes, and when Mo Lingfeng wiped his mouth, he poked her with his fingers: "Speak quickly."

Mo Lingfeng said: "Brother wants me to go to the fort and join the army."

Cheng Ting was dumbfounded, and only heard a crisp "bang" in his ear. Turning his head, he saw Wu Jin accidentally smashing the bowl with one hand.

"The sea! The sea!" Cheng Ting hurriedly called out, seeing that the soup had been spilled all over the table, he simply got up and changed to the desk where he was writing.

While moving the chair, he muttered: "You little girl, with yellow hair on your head, what are you going to do? To guard the city gate? Or to send winter clothes?"

These words are not nonsense. When the battle was fierce, there were middle-aged women guarding the city with their hands. Kuanzhou City was besieged by gold captives when the country was founded.

If you don't guard the city gate, you will deliver food, grass and supplies in the rear. There were strong women in the team delivering winter clothes a few days ago.

Mo Lingfeng said: "I will lead the army."

Wu Jin looked at the little Mo Lingfeng, and felt like a bug biting an ant in her heart.

She touched the celadon pony on the desk, her whole body was like a thin leaf, how could such a little girl go to the army for training?
What's more, Mo Lingfeng has no ambition to join the army at all. She is good at riding, but she doesn't like bow and arrow.

Didn't Jiedushi Mo love her as much as his life? How could he be willing to send her to the military camp.

Once spring begins, there will be frequent wars, and the sword will have no eyes. Does Mo Jiedu think that he can sit back and relax by sending a hundred elite soldiers in?
"Mozi's Order" says: When a woman arrives in the army, order the men to go to the left, and the women to go to the right. If there is no parallel, they will all guard, and those who do not follow the order will be cut.

Women join the army, but there is no preferential treatment.

Wu Jin resisted not to speak, Cheng Ting was relieved, and took out five or six celadon figures from the drawer, with lifelike faces, and placed them on the table together: "Show me."