Yu Jun

The porcelain man and porcelain horse are exquisite and lovely, and if you don't pay attention, they will be smashed to pieces.

Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were lying on the table, fiddling with these delicate gadgets, while Wu Jin sat aside, watching them charge into battle with these gadgets, and line up their troops.

At the same time, the hearty voice of the eldest sister of the Cheng family sounded outside the courtyard: "San'er, what are you doing in your room with the Leaf on?"

"Sister!" Cheng Ting stood up, quickly opened the drawer, and swept all the porcelain figures and horses on the desk into it, "Sister, you are back!"

The elder sister of the Cheng family didn't come in, she just stood outside the gate with her hands in her sleeves, looked up at the two clay babies that Cheng Ting had stuck on the door, and secretly sighed in her heart that San'er might not grow up in this lifetime.

She lowered her head and shouted inside again: "Hand over Lefeng, you and Wu Jin go to the garden, your brother-in-law is waiting."

The parrot in the corridor flapped its wings and shouted, "I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you!"

Cheng Ting was terrified, he grabbed Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin, and the three of them went out together. As soon as they arrived in the yard, Cheng Ting slapped his forehead: "My emerald grasshopper."

He turned his head and ran back to hide the emerald grasshopper, leaving Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin standing together.

Snow stopped.

Wu Jin turned her head and glanced at Mo Lingfeng, seeing Mo Lingfeng digging snow pits on the ground with her toes, her heart beating in her chest, she really wanted to reach out, grab this little hand and walk out, out of this joy Cheng's mansion, out of the gloomy Mo's mansion, and out of Kuanzhou full of calculations.

But he didn't allow himself to soften his heart.

Mo's house is a cage, shackled everywhere, if he gets too close, he will be completely reduced to a pawn, he will no longer be Wu Jin, and will bury his life and wither in the conspiracy.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the time when he went to Xiongshan Temple to ask for a spiritual lottery. He asked the Bodhisattva to help his father through a difficult time, but he came out to make a lottery.

"Walking in Bibo Pond, surrounded by a net in the dark, thinking about nothing to get out, and dying in hell alone."

Now that I think about it, my father survived the crisis safely, and this spiritual stick must have been a warning from the Bodhisattva, but at that time, Mo Lingfeng had already opened his net.

Thinking of this, the surging emotions in his heart were suppressed, as if the paths of fate of the two people were not related to each other, and there was no fork in the road.

Mo Lingfeng ate so much food, her stomach was heavy, and she said so many things, in fact, they were just for Wu Jin, but she waited and waited, but she didn't wait for Wu Jin to talk to her.

So she lowered her head in disappointment, and went out to meet the eldest sister of the Cheng family.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family led her to the women's place, and taught her the difference between men and women as she walked - Mo Lingfeng didn't have a sister-in-law or a mother, and she was getting bigger and bigger, so she couldn't be raised by Mo Qianlan.

As soon as Mo Lingfeng left, Cheng Ting ran out. Seeing that Wu Jin was left alone, he stepped forward and said, "Lingfeng and my eldest sister are gone?"

Wu Jin nodded.

Cheng Ting walked out and said, "You didn't talk to her?"

"No."

Cheng Ting immediately punched him angrily, and said angrily, "I'm going to make you mad."

He purposely saved up this round, just to make the two reconcile as before, who knew that Mo Lingfeng could still chirp a few words, but Wu Jin seemed to be dumb.

He scolded as he walked: "You are stupid in reading, you have become a nerd in reading, and you don't know how to change things. Uncle and the others have done bad things. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't be angry with Lefeng. How old is she!"

Then, as if he was still angry, he grabbed Wu Jin's arm fiercely: "She is only ten years old! She is our little sister. She has done something wrong. You didn't teach her, but you are still angry with her. You really .”

Speaking of this, he lowered his head and thought about what kind of words he could use to express his anger, and after a while he said: "Stubborn donkey!"

Wu Jin turned her head to look in the direction of Mo Lingfeng's departure, but she didn't even see a shadow, the snow fell from the tree branches, and a maid walked over with an ice mirror, which seemed to be filled with ice cheese.

He turned around and continued to listen to Cheng Ting scolding him.

Cheng Ting beat and scolded Wu Jin repeatedly, then went to the back garden of the inner house, and stopped immediately as soon as he entered the garden, lest others look down on Wu Jin.

There is a canopy in the garden, the bluestone path is cleared, the flowers and plants are still lying in the snowdrifts, four tables and chairs are placed in the open space, and there are screens around them. Out of a piece of warmth.

It can enjoy the snow without being cold.

There were people coming and going, all dressed in brocade clothes, and many faces were familiar to Wu Jin, either they had traveled with her during the exam rush, or they had been classmates in the state school.

When these people saw Wu Jin and Cheng, they also came forward to exchange greetings and jokes. Wang Jinghua wanted to be enthusiastic towards Wu Jin to show that he took the grace of saving his life to heart, but Cheng Ting kept barking and barking at the side. Wu Jin next to Cheng Ting also looked displeased.

Seeing that he was indifferent to Wu Jin, Cheng Ting was also very disgusted, and immediately ridiculed him as a toad.

Because Wang Jinghua was burned by the fire in the posthouse, his face and neck were covered with fire scars, which made his ugliness increase from [-] to [-] points. Whichever pot is opened, he must be stabbed.

He blushed anxiously, and immediately retorted his lips, but his words were not sharp, and he lost the wind after only three sentences.

Shi Yuan and the others quickly stepped forward to persuade them. Brother Cheng took the opportunity to pull Cheng Ting aside, and he also had something on his mind to talk to Mrs. Cheng's beloved son - he and the eldest sister of the Cheng family were newly married for less than a month, and the eldest sister of the Cheng family was reborn from her natal family. When he arrived at her husband's house, she subdued her husband's family and made her eldest brother-in-law full of tears.

However, Cheng Ting had no time to listen to his thoughts, because in the crowd of people, he saw the "surname Ding" again.

Standing together with the eldest brother of the Cheng family, Mr. Ding's family looked more and more like a small bird, his head was smooth and smooth, and he was very elegant from head to toe, exuding a delicacy that was completely different from Cheng Ting's.

Cheng Ting only took one look, and his chest immediately shrank to the size of a needle's eye. Not seeing Brother Cheng's flushed face, he said sourly, "My brother-in-law is proud of his love, and he is fat."

The eldest brother-in-law's depression made this sentence choked back in his stomach.

Cheng Ting held Wu Jin back, and sniffled if he was about to cry: "Let's go."

At the time of chaos, all the cao officials, supervisors, officials, judges, chatting and laughing.

The weather was cold, it was a family banquet, the officials were wearing ordinary clothes, and because of the sudden change in the situation, they all showed the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe—thanks to Wang Zhizhou’s many letters, the siege from Kyoto Guangbei was about to shake the sky Lei, otherwise how could it be so easy to repel the Jinlu.

After the gold captives retreated, they were able to calmly prepare for next year's war.

As soon as the officials came, the teenagers, youths, and adults in the field all stopped pecking, bragging, and pretending. Those who were sitting stood up, and those who were standing clasped their hands, and the voices of greetings kept coming and going.

"father."

"uncle."

"Uncle Shi."

"Weng Weng."

Amidst the cordial shouts, only Wu Jin couldn't recognize all these faces, so she simply bent down deeply and waited for all the officials to pass by before getting up.

Before everyone was seated, the cold wind swept in another group of people. It was the Zhizhou, Zhifu, Cao Si, Ti Xing Si and other important officials headed by Mo Qianlan.