Wu Jin is not at home, there are only Wu's father and mother who are oily twist in the cake shop, as well as two people in yellow clothes who are good news, and the good news is hung high at the door of the cake shop, and the book reads: "Good news to Wu Jin in your mansion and the first place in the Kuanzhou Liberation Test." ”

The good news and the four big characters of "Wujia Cake Shop" stand side by side, making this small cake shop shine.

Along with it is Shishi Street, where people become a tide that spreads to windows, rooftops, stacks of wood, and trees.

Shishi Street is already so crowded, and there are even more crowds of people outside Shishi Street, crowds of people from different places pouring out, converging at the entrance of the street, sedan chairs, carriages, and high-headed horses, mixed in the crowd, in a dilemma.

No one could have imagined that Xie Yuan would live in this place.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yuan was in another whirlpool at this time.

Mofu is isolated from the world, the mountain in the back garden is crying, flapping its wings and flying wildly, and the ground is full of black and gray feathers, which is very noisy - Mo Lingfeng is shooting birds, and he misses an arrow.

Wu Jin grabbed Mo Lingfeng's left wrist on the rockery and forced her to release the bowstring: "Go down." ”

Then he went to snatch the bow and arrow in Mo Leaf's hand, and said in a low voice: "Go down......"

Mo Lingfeng has fine skin and tender meat, he has never pulled a bow and arrow, and he has not worn a hook string, the bird has not been shot, the broken skin he made first is red and swollen, and there are already red blood stains on his fingers.

Mo Lingfeng was in a trance, holding the bow and not letting go, thinking that if that Zhang Xianfeng came to the garden, she would shoot him into the lake with an arrow - early this morning, Zhang Xianfeng asked when he would leave.

But if there is no Zhang to worship, there will be cattle and horses to worship, even if there is no offering, she has to enter Beijing with the grain team.

She wanted to release another arrow and shoot out all the annoying thoughts in her heart, but Wu Jin pinched her hand and held the arrow shaft without letting go, which made her even more annoyed.

Wu Jin is the best person, she can't lose her temper with Wu Jin.

She thought again: "Zhang Xianfeng didn't make a mistake, you can't shoot him into the lake." ”

At this time, Wu Jin snatched the bow and arrow out of her hand, placed it on one side, and forcibly grabbed her down.

Mo Lingfeng got up in a hurry, and pushed Wu Jin hard, Wu Jin stood on a sharp stone with one foot, and suddenly was pushed by her, his feet were unstable, and when his feet landed, he gasped in pain.

He quietly hid the sore spot, forcibly took her down, and continued to hold her hand to Jiu Sixuan: "I will definitely be able to pass the test, I will accompany you on the way to Kyoto, and when I go to Kyoto, I will also be a servant for you......"

"Don't you believe me?" Wu Jin led her to sit down in the flower hall and looked down at her hands.

Mo Lingfeng hung his head and said dreamily: "Can Kyoto also run horses?" ”

Wu Jin got up and looked for Cheng Ting's bone-setting medicine in the low cabinet: "I guess I can run." ”

I can run, but it's not as bright as Kuanzhou.

The pungent smell of medicinal powder poured on Mo Leaf's fingers, she withdrew her hand in pain, and stretched out her hand again: "Is Kyoto the same as what we eat?" ”

Wu Jin sprinkled the medicinal powder, cut out a white muslin with scissors, and wrapped it around her fingers: "I read that the book says that the northern flavor is different, and Kyoto is lighter, but there are countless shops in the prosperous places of Kyoto, and you can also taste the southern flavor." ”

His tone was so calm, even with a sense of longing, that it could greatly soothe people's hearts, Mo Lingfeng listened, and his collapsed little face also relaxed, and he had a little childish smile.

And after he finished speaking, his heart was actually sad, he knew that once he entered Beijing, the Mo family brothers and sisters might face life and death.

He only hopes that Mo Qianlan can turn the tide - Mo Qianlan is sick and dangerous, and he is not a lamb to be slaughtered, and even with Mo Leaf, he will occasionally show a little fangs outside of his innocence.

Mo Lingfeng looked down at the thin and small knot on his fingers: "I just like the taste of Kuanzhou." ”

She looked at Wu Jin with guilt again: "I'm sorry." ”

Wu Jin smiled: "What are you sorry for me?" ”

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand and pointed at his foot: "You twisted your foot." ”

Wu Jin was stunned, she didn't expect her to notice, and moved her feet slightly: "It's okay." ”

He reached out and touched the teapot and poured Mo Lingfeng a cup of warm tea: "Are you blowing?" ”

Mo Lingfeng took a sip of tea, really took out Xunlai, whimpered and blew, the tune was already in tune, but the breath was unstable, sometimes "woo-" screams, sometimes "flutter-" sobbing to the ground, making the tune thrilling.

She agitated her cheeks, blew for a long time, calmed down, put Xun down, and drank saliva to take a breath.

Wu Jin heard the track from this ups and downs, it was the Xiqin he had heard in the Yan Pavilion, Cheng Ting said that it was called "Wind and Snow Cold", but he didn't expect Mo Lingfeng to play it with Xun.

Mo Lingfeng was calm, and when he saw Wu Jin listening carefully to his blowing, he thought that his hard work really paid off, and he studied hard and practiced hard, and he made a lot of progress.

So she lifted the Xun and blew it again.

Wu Jin begged for hardship, her ears hurt, and she had the heart to accompany Mo Lingfeng, so she had to sit still.

When Cheng Ting came, Mo Lingfeng was blowing to the fullest, he looked at Wu Jin, and then looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Yefeng, Wu Jin is such a good person, he has been with you, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't take revenge." ”

Mo Lingfeng immediately put down Xun, jumped up and chiseled him with a fist.

Cheng Ting was beaten, but he didn't fight back, and looked at Wu Jin happily: "Wu Jieyuan." ”

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting in surprise: "Me? ”

"It's not you," Cheng Ting stood with his hands in his hands, his face solemn, "It's me, the first place in the Kuanzhou Liberation Test in the twenty-second year of Yuanzhang." ”

Rao is confident Wu Jin, and he couldn't help but be surprised, a small joy broke out of his shell, "gurgling" flowed in his body, he got up suddenly, walked to the window, turned his back to Mo Lingfeng, and took a deep breath.

Solution.

Xie Yuan!

The smile on his face was like a flower of spring dawn, slowly blooming.

will never live up to the painstaking efforts of his parents, never live up to his husband's teachings, and never live up to his unremitting hard work.

The shadow of the tree outside the window wandered, shrouded in him, ran over his body, he didn't feel anything, he only knew that he looked up, the tree had deep roots, lush branches, and no fallen leaves, and the colorful paintings under the eaves were dazzling and colorful, which were painted by Danqing's skillful hands, and were carved by skilled craftsmen, but they were not as hot as his heart at the moment.

After a while, he put away the smile on his face and turned around, only to see Mo Lingfeng standing behind him with his head up, raised his hand, and swiped down from above: "Squat." ”

Wu Jin crouched down, ready to take her little fist - he really shouldn't have been overjoyed when Mo Lingfeng was so upset.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hands, wrapped them around his neck, hugged him in a short and empty way, and then withdrew his hands and returned to his original position to sit down.

Her hug barely touched Wu Jin, but for a short time, she conveyed to Wu Jin the feeling of being happy for him.

He stood up, and the suppressed smile floated again, and Cheng Ting strode forward, opened his hands, gave him a fierce hug, and slapped him on the back vigorously: "Lu Mingyan, don't lose our face." ”