When Jing Mu was taken to the barracks by the officers and soldiers, it was probably because of the war, and there were soldiers who were training everywhere.

The officers and soldiers took him to a tent that looked like an ordinary one.

It is neither flashy, nor deliberately large.

After Jing Mu himself entered, he found that this should be a very important account of the garrison camp in Northern Xinjiang.

Because Cheng Ji is here.

There was also a young man in the tent who looked very similar to him, and he could vaguely see the shadow of the old year's eyebrows.

It's his big brother.

The eldest son of the Hou Mansion of Dingbei, Jinghui!

"Jing Mu is here." Cheng Ji said very enthusiastically.

"Master Cheng." Jing Mu politely saluted.

"This is your eldest brother Jinghui, he was ordered by the emperor to come to deliver grain and grass, and when he heard that you had arrived in northern Xinjiang, he wanted to see you temporarily." Cheng Ji said with a smile.

"Second brother." Jinghui called.

"Big brother." Jing Mu respectfully saluted Jing Hui, and the impeccable etiquette was so perfect that it immediately drew a clearly visible trace in the excitement of the reunion after a long absence.

Cheng Ji knew that their brothers had not seen each other for many years, and he must have something to say, and when Jing Hui proposed to take Jing Mu out, he immediately waved his hand and asked them to leave on their own.

Jing Mu followed Jing Hui out of the northern Xinjiang garrison barracks, because Jing Mu had just recovered from a serious illness, his face could still clearly see the sickly paleness.

In addition, the weather in northern Xinjiang is really not suitable for talking outside, so Jinghui found a restaurant and asked for a private room.

After sitting down, he handed the menu handed over by Xiao Er to Jing Mu: "Don't you know that your preferences are the same as Cong's?" Can I order it myself? ”

Jing Mu took the menu without twisting, ticked a few dishes, and handed the menu to Jing Hui, after Jing Hui added a few more dishes, he said to Xiao Er who was guarding the side: "That's all for now, hurry up." ”

In northern Xinjiang, mutton soup, mutton steamed buns, and stir-fried mutton are all a must.

Among them, mutton soup is the most popular among people in northern Xinjiang.

Drink a bowl of hot mutton soup and soak some cakes in the cold winter. After eating, not only did I feel very full, but I also felt warm.

It's a good way to keep warm.

It's just that Jing Mu has just recovered from a serious illness, and he can't eat these very greasy things.

The mutton soup was cooked early, so Xiao Er quickly brought two bowls of mutton soup.

Along with this, there are also very strong cakes on the kang, which are slightly browned. If you eat it directly, it will feel very hard and chewy.

Soak it in mutton soup, and after it tastes, it will be soft and delicious.

In fact, it is also very enjoyable to eat stove hot pot in winter, but Jing Mu and Jing Hui have not seen each other for many years, so it is inevitable that they are unfamiliar, and they are not suitable for eating stove hot pot.

Stove hot pot has always been eaten with familiar people in order to have fun and enjoyment.

As the mutton soup was served, other dishes came up one after another.

Stir-fried vegetables, sticky bean buns, three-color white jade rolls, pan-fried small fish, sweet and sour crispy white jade, and a simple white porridge.

"The conditions in northern Xinjiang are limited, so let's make do with it, big brother." Jing Mu washed the tableware with water and handed it to Jing Hui.

Although Jinghui was rich, the current situation in northern Xinjiang was obviously impossible to provide food as fine as the imperial capital.

Jinghui was not as picky as Jing Mu imagined, and after taking the bowl and chopsticks handed over by Jing Mu, he tasted a piece of mutton with a similar expression.

"The taste is very good, and it is different from the flavor of the imperial capital." After that, I found that this sentence was a little inappropriate, so I shut up.

Jing Mu sandwiched a piece of sweet and crispy white jade, although the store named it very fancy, but it still couldn't hide the fact that it was just pickled radish.

This pickled radish is very crispy, sweet and sour, and after a few bites, you can feel a hint of saltiness, which is very refreshing.

It couldn't be better with white porridge.

Jinghui glanced at Jing Mu, who was drinking white porridge spoonful by spoonful: "Sick?" ”

"It's too cold in northern Xinjiang, and I got cold when I first arrived." Jing Mu swallowed the porridge and said very meekly: "Does the eldest brother have anything to say to me?" ”

"The second brother seems to be a lot silent."

"I'm not a child anymore, and if I'm as lively as I was when I was a child, it's not a naughty and mischievous thing to be described in four words, it's time to be a gentleman." Jing Mu smiled.

"Second brother, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you a long time ago, even if the person who was sent to southern Xinjiang back then was not him, it should be me, I am the eldest brother, and I should bear it. ”

Jing Mu didn't know what the meaning of what he said was, no matter what his intention was, things had already happened.

It was he who was sent to southern Xinjiang after all.

He was also the one who suffered the pain of poisoning.

"It's all in the past, big brother, the past can't be chased." Jing Mu said in a calm voice.

"Is your grandfather good to you?" Jinghui asked with great concern.

"It's good." Jing Mu smiled.

Except for the pain of poisoning, the Yu family basically did not let him suffer anything.

After hearing Jing Mu's answer, Jing Hui didn't know why, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"I heard you're going to end this year?"

"Hmm."

"Then I wish the second brother a victory in advance here, and the title of the gold list." Jinghui raised his glass and said.

"Thank you, big brother." Jing Mu replaces wine with tea.

I received another unsigned letter, which was also written about trivial matters in northern Xinjiang.

But the handwriting is different, but it can be faintly seen from the stroke of the pen that it is from the same person.

Who is it?

Who has the leisure to write such a letter and send it from the north thousands of miles away, and go to great lengths to conceal his identity.

Figure what?

Unprovoked overtures, the most frightening!

Cheng Yunmo put the letter away and asked Mu Yun, "Still haven't you seen the person who sent the letter?" ”

"Nope." Mu Yun said helplessly: "The day and time of this letter delivery are extremely arbitrary, like a whim, irregular." ”

Such a deliberate attempt to leave no trace, and a deliberate change in handwriting is by no means a whim.

Cheng Yunmo wrote a reply letter and sealed it with wax: "Put this letter in the place where those two letters often appear, and set up a secret mechanism next to this letter." ”

She didn't believe it yet, she couldn't find anyone to write the letter.

She can't send people to defend it, she uses the head office, right?

"Wait, give me the letter." Letterheads have always been extremely fragile and cannot easily get wet.

It's rainy in southern Fujian, and if it's outside, I'm afraid that the person she wants to arrest hasn't come yet, and the letter will already be out of shape.

And it doesn't matter if the letter is left out there or not.

As long as she catches the person who sent the letter, the letter will naturally reach the writer.

"Put all the traps in front of Cheng's house, and don't let him run away again." Cheng Yunmo commanded.

The person who writes the letter is very cunning and calculating.

The people he sent shouldn't be stupid, right?

It's the same position twice, and the third time can't be the same again, right?

"What if someone else comes and accidentally touches the mechanism?" Mu Yun said worriedly.

After thinking about it for a while, Cheng Yunmo felt that it was not feasible to hurt people by mistake, so he waved and said, "I'll think of a way, you can go and do other things first." ”

How can she make the organ not hurt people by mistake, and can accurately catch the person she wants?

Cheng Yiqing found that her sister has neither gone out to play recently, nor has she taken her friends to hunt and barbecue together in Cheng's house.

After the ceremony passed, it was as if the whole person had changed from the inside out.

Cheng Yunmo was locked up in the organ room for several days, and the meals were all solved in the corridor of the organ room.

There are many typical mechanism models and unique machine books in the organ room, which are not found in the side and are very precious.

It is the foundation of the Cheng family.

You can't buy it with money.

Although the Cheng family also organized people to copy a few copies of the solitary volume, the original work is still very precious.

Cheng Yunmo looked through the organ books for a few days, but still didn't find what she wanted.

The mechanism is a dead thing, and it is too difficult to make it recognizable.

"I heard that you've been locking yourself in a room lately, are you having any trouble?" Chu Cheng suddenly appeared.

"Mother." Cheng Yunmo smiled in surprise, and then jumped off the ladder to find books.

"Be careful, jump down such a high ladder and be careful of falling." Chu Cheng subconsciously made a gesture of reaching out to help.

"Mother, I'll be careful, why are you here?"

"I heard that you have been locked in the office room for the past few days and have not come out, but what difficulties have you encountered?"

"It's something I don't understand."

"Tell me about it?"

"Mother, how can I use the mechanism so that it doesn't injure others?"

Chu Cheng thought for a while and sat down with Cheng Yunmo and said, "The large organs of the Cheng family have always been used on special occasions, such as: the bottom of the royal moat, the mechanism set up by the ancestors of the Cheng family. ”

"As long as you don't touch it, it won't start, which is also taking into account accidental injuries, but if you want to prevent accidental injuries, it's impossible."

Cheng Yunmo was a little disappointed and said: "Can't the organ learn to recognize like a wooden pigeon?" ”

"Then you can merge the mechanism from the wooden pigeon into the mechanism you want to make and give it a try."

She had already tried it in the model, where the wooden pigeon was fixed with a clockwork, so that it would actively look for the recipient.

But the mechanism can't, even if a similar device is made, the clockwork can't activate such a huge mechanism.

"Every mechanism has to have a primer, what if only your target can activate it?"

Cheng Yunmo seemed to be empowered: "I understand." ”

In fact, understanding does not mean that she can make it, first of all, there is only an introduction that the other party can start, and she can't find it.

For example, the Cheng family's clan protection formation can only be activated in a special way.

Of course, in what way, she doesn't know.

This kind of activation method about the life and death mechanism of the Cheng family has always been known only to the head of the family, and in addition to telling the next head of the family.

It can't be said and heard.

Cheng Yunmo tossed the mechanism for so many days, although he didn't come up with a result in the end.

But the art of the mechanism has been studied more thoroughly.

This can be regarded as intentionally planting flowers that do not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade.

"Miss, the messenger has been caught!" Mu Yun came to say.