With a "peeling" sound, the chestnut in the charcoal basin exploded, raising a little dust, and at the same time exuding a hot aroma.

Yin Nan stretched out his head and sucked his saliva - the little officials in the pavilion didn't mind contributing to this line of distinguished guests, but they had more than enough heart and not enough strength, especially the cook, I am afraid that he is a master of pig breeding, don't care about any delicacies from the mountains and seas, it is all boiled.

She couldn't take food from her mouth, so she forced her saliva to swallow, feeling more and more empty and in desperate need of food and blood to fill it.

The chestnuts exploded one after another, Wu Jin squatted down, picked them up one by one with a fire chopstick, and sandwiched them to the side of the charcoal basin, Mo Lingfeng quickly squatted down and reached out to pinch one.

She retracted her hot two fingers, pinched them on her earlobes, and scratched her face.

"Don't scratch," Wu Jin just wanted to raise his hand, put his hand down again, and picked up a chestnut, "I'll peel it for you, this thing is very hot." ”

He couldn't bear to peel one open and handed it to Mo Lingfeng: "What's wrong with your face?" ”

Mo Lingfeng finished eating and said: "Zhang Xianfeng said that it was a blood wind sore caused by the fire of the heart and spleen, and he gave me a bottle of plaster to wipe it." ”

"Zhang Xianfeng is still a doctor of medicine?"

"Well, he said that when he was a little yellow gate, he used to study in the Imperial Medicine Academy, and then he was promoted to the inner east gate."

Wu Jin listened, and went to see Mo Lingfeng's fingers, the rash on it was like a scabies, which had already been scratched by Mo Lingfeng, and there was a scab of yellow water, which was not like having been smeared with ointment - Mo Lingfeng did not trust Zhang Xianfeng.

"I'll go to the county again in the afternoon and ask the doctor to dispense some medicine and come back."

Mo Lingfeng waved his hand: "No need, it'll be fine to leave here." ”

She stretched out her hand to peel the chestnut, her hand was black, she ate two in a row, and suddenly said in a very low airflow: "Will Zhang Xianfeng let me enter Beijing safely?" ”

Wu Jin's hand peeling chestnuts paused, and Mo Lingfeng's murmur was like a thunderbolt, and it exploded above his head with a "boom".

His hands and feet were instantly cold, he stared down at the chestnut, and saw that the chestnut was shaking, so he pinched the chestnut hard to prevent it from shaking.

It was not that Zhang Xianfeng did not let Mo Lingfeng enter Beijing safely, but the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven has already moved once, and it doesn't hurt to move again, the road from Kuanzhou to Kyoto is long, and there are many dangers along the way, and it is normal for an accident to occur.

Instead of taking Mo Lingfeng as a hostage and forcing a Mo Qianlan who is full of backbones, it is better to cut off Mo Qianlan's vitality.

Therefore, Mo Lingfeng took precautions so far, and he didn't even use the plaster sent by Zhang Xian.

He calmly peeled the chestnut in his hand, handed it to Mo Lingfeng, and said in a low voice: "This place is very close to Kuanzhou, very close to your brother." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was obscure.

He looked up at Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng was squatting opposite him, his mouth was black, his hands were also covered with dust, and the broken hair on his head made the fire stand up, and his head was full of hair.

She looked like a clay sculpture of "Mahara", innocent and immature, but a drop of sweat trickled down in the cold weather, slid down her smooth forehead, slid to the arch of her eyebrows, and fell straight to the ground, as if to show her fear.

The rain outside is dripping, dense as scattered silk, gradually growing like a river, a cold air, rising from the ground, climbing up the backbone of people, making people feel cold.

He reached out and shook Mo Lingfeng's hand hard, using his muscles and bones to bring her strength.

"Don't be afraid."

Without waiting for Mo Leaf to answer, he roasted some more chestnuts and turned the sweet potatoes over.

The room became more and more fragrant and tempting, Mo Lingfeng pursed his lips and did not open his mouth, until Wu Jin took out the sweet potato, patted the ashes and peeled it, revealing the sweet potato flesh flowing like honey inside, then he opened his mouth gluttonously, probed to Wu Jin, and took a big bite.

Then she screamed with a hot "oh oh oh", buried her head and spit in the bowl, her eyes were full of tears, and she said to Wu Jin with a sad face: "Cool down again." ”

Wu Jin accompanied Mo Lingfeng to finish eating sweet potatoes, said goodbye and left, he held an umbrella, and walked down the porch, still inevitably wet his shoes and socks, just stood in front of his door, and suddenly heard a cow bark outside the door.

The sound of "moo", both trembling and sharp, startled the students in the room, no one had ever heard such a cow bark, as if they had been greatly frightened, and became manic and frenzied.

The students who were working hard and pretending to work hard in the room were also greatly frightened, and they all came out to look, but before they could speak, they saw the door collapse with a "bang" and slap into the water.

A scalper entered the horns, rampaged, and went straight to the many students standing under the porch, the students retreated in a swarm, shouting that the cow was crazy while running, Wang Jinghua acted as a forward to watch the excitement, and it was too late to retreat, seeing the cow coming with two horns, he fell back in shock and broke his butt into eight petals.

The owner of the cow rushed up with a panicked face, and whipped sharply while shouting, and the officials in the inn also rushed over to stop the mad cow.

The officials moved with the oxen, one moment in a row, another in a row, the effect was remarkable, forcing the cattle from the front yard to the back yard, and from the back yard to the grain depot, and finally stirred into the stable.

Fortunately, the escort officer Chang Long led the transporters to take action, lassoed the oxen, and forcibly pulled them out of the stable.

The mad bull resisted angrily and slammed into Chang Long.

Chang Long is worthy of being a martial artist, a dragon leaps and leaps, jumping to the side of the stable, the mad cow smashed the guard like gunpowder, and smashed his head by the way.

The students who followed were not afraid of the rain or the cold, and stood in a semicircle around the dead cow, chattering and cooing to the owner of the cow who was sitting on the ground and crying.

"Why did this cow suddenly go crazy?"

"What about this cow? Can you eat it at night...... Did you knock down Young Master Wang just now? ”

"If only it were Qi Wenbing."

"This pavilion is crispier than shortbread, and it will fall all over the ground when you touch it."

While everyone was muttering, Wu Jin looked at Zhang Xian, who came in a hurry.

Zhang Xianfeng's amiable face had a look of almost collapse, as if the stay in the pavilion had made him very uneasy, and at the same time it made the mad cow unable to calm down.

Did this eunuch only accept the position of envoy, or did he receive an additional secret decree to put Mo Lingfeng to death?

Two years ago, when Mo Lingfeng had a rash, Wu Jin knew that the Heavenly Family had a heart, and killing people was never a white blade and a red knife, and when he was in Kuanzhou, he couldn't prevent it, and at this time, Mo Lingfeng had already asked His Majesty to hold it in his hand, what would happen?

Can this mad cow be related to Zhang Offering?

When Zhang Xianfeng looked at him, Wu Jin withdrew his gaze, and his intuitive thoughts were like scattered threads, which couldn't be pieced together, and his eyes were the same as others to look at the mad cow.

The ground was full of gravel, beams and trees, and the red, red, white and white things on the bull's head had overflowed, flowing and spreading with the stagnant water, and the smell was thick in the rain, wisps and wisps, and the foreshadowing of fragmentation was ominous.

The owner of the cow is still sitting on the ground and crying - the price of a cow alone is 5,000 yuan, which is enough for a family to chew for several mouthfuls for a month.

The loss of the cow is already painful, and the damage to this pavilion still needs him to compensate.

Zhang Xianfeng made him dizzy from crying, told him to leave the dead cow, pay off the debt with the ox, and gave him five taels of silver to buy the cow again, and this farce dissipated.