"On March 31, the twentieth year of the Yuan Chapter, spring has passed.

Today, in Mofu wantonly chasing and playing, so as to damage the book, should be receptive, self-cultivation has been respected, self-cultivation to ease others, in order to avoid today's disaster.

Qi Chang is lying, even if he doesn't go through the front door, he should enter through the middle door and send it to the front hall, how can it appear in the back garden. ”

Writing this, Wu Jin pondered for a long time, and then wrote again: "Mo Jiedu made the non-barbarian king Mei An, with a rate of thousands, not a separatist party, the power is great, not to mention that Qin Yan is fighting with each other, so that the princes are hostages, why did the Son of Heaven make Mo Lingfeng enter Beijing?" ”

Lifting the pen again and muttering for a long time, until the light was dim and the extinguishing was not extinguished, he woke up suddenly, and saw that the fire cotton core had shrunk into a ball and was about to be extinguished.

The oil lamps were lit up.

After a while, Wu Jin put down his hand, didn't care about the redness of his fingers, and wrote urgently: "The Mo family is based on the ten states in the northwest, the land of the ten states, dedicated to the current dynasty, where is the wealth of the ten states?"

The wealth of the ten states should still be in the Mo family, so the heavenly family can't catch the Mo family, can't let it go, can't be light, can't be heavy, so make Mo Lingfeng enter Beijing as a quality,

Those who desire are like holding a torch, walking against the wind, there will be a danger of burning their hands! ”

After he finished writing, he noticed that a heart was beating so violently in his cavity that he almost wanted to burst out of his mouth.

He had to get up, open the door, and go into the courtyard in one go, walking around it quickly and hurriedly, before the restlessness around him fell silent.

When he returned to the house, he covered Wu Yi with a quilt before sitting back and reading the diary he had just written.

He wrote too fast, he didn't pay attention, there was too much ink on the paper, and the words scattered with the ink.

Scattered good.

He picked up the pen again and wrote: "The color is like fire, and the green ink has no trace." Light through the paper, to explore the innocence. Gold and jade are cages, and brocade clothes are nets. Sigh fame and fortune, the king is not the king, the minister is not the minister. ”

After he had written it, he dipped his pen into ink, erasing all the verses and all speculations that had been so hard to come out, leaving only the first few lines.

The night outside was bright, the candles in the Mo Mansion study were shining, and Mo Qianlan sat crookedly on the couch, watching Mo Lingfeng play with sheep crutches.

She braided her hair, hung it down at her sides, and threw the four crucine lamb crutches on the couch, and then tossed the sand sacks high.

A small face was tilted up, staring at the sand bag, the neck and jaw were clearly revealed, and the moment the pocket was thrown, she picked up four sheep crutches, and with a "hey" sound, she quickly went to catch the sand bag.

The sand bag fell quickly, and when she went to pick it up, it was about to fall on the couch, she pounced on it, and even the person with the sand bag pounced on the couch, and her head was hitting the screen.

Mo Qianlan hurriedly fished her in his arms, reached out to touch the place where she had just hit, touched and blew, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to eat sugar slots tomorrow morning?" ”

"Eat."

"The flowers and honey outside are not clean, and I want to drink it and call the kitchen to make it."

"No, it's delicious outside."

He knows everything Mo Leaf says and does.

The men standing still in all directions, their shadows cast on the ground and on the walls, all long and dark, swaying with the firelight.

Agarwood burned in the smoker, and wood-gray flowers bloomed on the clothes.

Then, the house resounded the crisp sound of sheep crutches colliding with each other.

Mo Lingfeng had a good time, and then went back to Changsui Ju, the waiter with the glass lamp illuminated on her left, and the moonlight flowed, falling on the ridge, under the corridor, and on the bluestone slab, and there was a layer of cold light everywhere.

Mo Lingfeng chased the scattered black shadows of flowers and trees, walked through the verandah, ran through the mezzanine, and lingered and played in various corners.

The Mo family is a huge tomb, and she is the mausoleum keeper.

By the time she got to bed, she was exhausted.

Closing her eyes, a book flashed in her mind - Mo Qianlan often read to her, and she probably knows more words than Cheng Ting, but she has never written and can't write.

Her eyes are bright, her heart is also bright, and she knows that she wants to be "clumsy" and keep Mo Qianlan by her side for a long time.

The book was only a fleeting moment, and it didn't stay in my mind for long.

The next day, no one mentioned the book, as if the words of the Son of Heaven were nothing more than a joke.

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng took a day of class, and after class, they brought a big yellow dog to visit Cheng Ting, who was seriously injured in bed.

Entering the corner gate of Chengfu, the two of them and a dog walked in unimpeded, and went straight to the "naughty house" where Cheng Ting lived.

The Cheng family did not show up, but only instructed people to serve them - not intentionally, they were really tired and couldn't move.

Cheng Ting is unlearned and unskilled, but he is very popular, and there are as many people who come to see him as if he is a carp crossing the river.

First, the gentlemen in his gentleman's club flocked to comfort this gentleman with a bare buttocks, and then a few classmates from the state school came together to pay homage to Cheng Ting's belly, and then relatives and friends came to pay tribute, and they also lined up to sigh pity at Cheng Ting's buttocks.

There are also all kinds of people who want to cling to the prefect, under the banner of visiting Cheng Sanye, chattering endlessly to the prefect Cheng's mansion, and many female relatives came to offer various plasters, and Mrs. Cheng made tea for a whole day.

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng, as the two small carps in the crucian carp crossing the river, swam in quietly like this.

Pushing the door is a bright courtyard full of sunshine, warm and gratifying, the starling hanging under the corridor was forced to perform all day, lying in the cage with a dry mouth, looking at people and dogs, and unable to speak: "The master is back, the master is back." ”

The big yellow dog pulled his face and shook it to lie down under the porch: "Tsk." ”

Fat Dahai was listlessly guarding the door, because he was a small steward in this yard, and he was tired enough to be sent on this day.

He looked at the person who came, and quickly stood up straight, and just as he was about to cheer up, Mo Lingfeng shouted at him.

She slowed down and went up the steps, lifted the bamboo curtain, stretched her head in, and saw that the main hall was empty, no one was there, through the bright map, you could see that there was a couch in the west room, Cheng Ting was lying on the couch, I don't know if she was asleep, and there was a big girl sitting next to her, touching the tea from time to time.

Mo Lingfeng retracted his head, squeezed his eyes at Wu Jin, who was standing in the courtyard, and said in a pinched voice: "Miss Xu, you also come to see the third master?" ”

Cheng Ting, who was lying like a dead dog, almost jumped - did not get up, but screamed "ouch" in pain, gritted his teeth and held back, no longer barking, but forced to calm down: "Sister Huiran, you have come to see me, you sit down, I ...... I packed up. ”

He couldn't wear pants, he couldn't get up, so he could only tidy up the light veil and other things covered on his body, and the big girl hurriedly sprinkled a handful of incense into the smoker.

Cheng Ting shouted that Fat Dahai made tea again, and said that there was a jar of cherries fried, which was fried with purple cherries, and the taste was the best.

Mo Lingfeng smiled and accepted it one by one, and waited for Cheng Ting to clean up the oily water before going in with Wu Jin to visit Cheng Ting.

Cheng Ting knew that he was fooled as soon as he saw Mo Lingfeng, and when he saw Mo Lingfeng holding his beloved small jar, he used a long spoon to pick out cherries and fry them, and he was angry on the spot, and stretched out his hand to the door: "Get out!" ”