Jiu Si Xuan was unusually cold.

Wu Jin pondered and wrote for a long time, writing everything that happened in Mofu on paper, and doing his best to detail it, so that Mo Lingfeng could see everything in Mofu between the lines.

The more she knows, the less she will speculate, the more she can know that the Mo family has not collapsed, and if the Mo Mansion continues to stand, she needs to rely on her strength in the fortress.

Suddenly a wet cold wind rolled in outside, which made him shiver, and there was suddenly a little more ink on the paper.

He didn't change the paper, waited for the ink ball to dry up, and continued to write: "I think the ancestor once said, 'If you govern a big country, you must cook a small fresh', and Mao Chuan also said, 'If the fish is annoying, it will be broken, and if you know how to cook the fish, you will know how to govern the people'. ”

Qi Chang brought the brazier in, put it at his feet, served hot tea again, quietly glanced at the paper, and quickly withdrew his gaze and retreated.

Wu Jin didn't stop writing: "What I did today is these few things, you see if there are any omissions, everything in the house is with me, I won't hide it from you, I won't lie to you, you can march in the fortress with peace of mind."

Remember to slow down the matter and do it urgently, and be sensitive; If you are in a hurry, you will be in a hurry.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival-style holiday, I look forward to returning, Wu Jin. ”

Reading the letter again from beginning to end, he put his pen on Beacon Hill, put the letter fold in the box, and waited for it to be sent to the fortress from Yinbei tomorrow.

With his hands on the brazier, he tossed and turned his hands to bake them, his eyes slowly wandering over the three sets of tables and chairs arranged in rows.

Cheng Ting came back from Hengshan, and immediately rushed to Jeju to participate in the first test, and he would not come back until the end of August.

He couldn't imagine how Mo Lingfeng would face the successive bad news, he couldn't share her grief, Zhao Shiheng's death had already made her cry, not to mention Mo Qianlan.

The autumn rain poured down, followed by three or four more games, the climate in Kuanzhou quickly turned cold, the woman who was still wearing a gauze shirt the day before, this day she changed into a jacket, the autumn rain was also rainy, and the students who took the exam were miserable.

Until the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rain does not stop, the breeze is cold, and the sky is high and cloudy.

That night, the fortress lowered the pontoon bridge, and Mo Lingfeng quietly returned to the city with a team of men.

She saddled up and dismounted before the gate of the house, and when she saw someone wandering around in front of the gate, she strode forward, and without waiting for the man to utter any quibbles, she raised her whip and whipped the man to the ground and wailed.

The watchman opened the door in a panic amid a wail, and before he could see clearly who the distorted black shadow was, Mo Lingfeng had already thrown the horsewhip to Yin Nan, and strode into the mansion, and the team of twenty soldiers behind her also followed up the stone steps without squinting.

Menzi bowed his head and saluted: "Aunt"

The cold wind brought by the soldier as he walked swallowed up another word of him, and he froze in place, watching this group of women walk in rudely and boldly, the footsteps sonorous and powerful, and there was no weakness at all.

Handing over the female soldiers to Yin Nan to settle down, Mo Lingfeng walked into the second hall and went to see Mo Qianlan, but before he saw Mo Qianlan, he first saw Li Yitie under the corridor.

Li Yiti looked at the sky with his sleeves, saw Mo Lingfeng who was dusty, looked her up and down, and said "ho" in his mouth, thinking in his heart: "There is a murderous aura." ”

Mo Lingfeng stopped, suppressed the murderous aura he brought back from the battlefield, and sincerely asked Mo Qianlan about the situation.

Li Yitie told her the truth - people are alive, but they are also dead, and they can be sober in the future, but with his body, when he wakes up, the oil runs out, and the lamp is dry, so it is better not to wake up.

Mo Lingfeng listened to it word for word, his expression was very calm, and he was not hysterical, but his body was numb and his mind was dull, as if what Li Yitian said was obscure and obscure.

After listening, she said "oh", nodded, opened the door and walked in.

There was a strange smell in the room, which Mo Lingfeng had never smelled before.

The agarwood is rich, mixed with medicinal smell, and is stained with the aroma of fat powder, as well as peculiar smell.

Two fat aunts surrounded the bed, surrounding Mo Qianlan impenetrable, one of them heard the movement and turned around, saw that it was Mo Lingfeng, and hurriedly wanted to stand up, Mo Lingfeng saw her holding the medicine bowl, so he waved his hand: "Continue to feed." ”

Then she walked closer and saw that the two of them had four hands, regardless of the medicine they fed, with gentle movements, and the spoon did not go straight into the throat, but sideways to Mo Qianlan's mouth, letting the medicine flow down the inside.

After feeding a bowl of medicine, the aunt in yellow asked the maid to send the medicine bowl out, and then poured hot water in, and the aunt in green took knee pants and cloth, unfolded them on the bamboo smoker cage, and then asked Mo Lingfeng to avoid it very shyly.

Mo Lingfeng turned his back expressionlessly.

The two aunts led the maid to move Mo Qianlan, packed up the cloth, changed clothes, and opened the doors and windows of the compartment a small fan, so that the cold wind slowly blew in in a circle, so as to dispel the smell in the house.

The aunts packed up and retreated, Mo Lingfeng walked to the bedside, stared at Mo Qianlan for a moment, rubbed off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Mo Qianlan.

She turned her head sideways to look at Mo Qianlan, and felt that Mo Qianlan had not changed, much better than she expected.

There is no aging, there is no death, Mo Lingfeng looked at it helplessly for a long time, thinking: "It's good to be alive." ”

As long as she lives, she is not alone, she still has a brother.

She lay down with Mo Qianlan for a long time, comforting herself over and over again in her heart, and in the middle of the night, she remembered Zhao Shiheng's teachings.

Big girl, I can't pester my brother like this anymore.

So she rolled over and got out of bed, pulled on her shoes, and went out.

Yin Bei was waiting outside the door, and when he saw Mo Lingfeng coming back for the holiday, he had a smile again: "Girl, you stay a few more days." ”

"Well," Mo Lingfeng stepped out, "Wu Jin's monthly salary, whose example do you follow?" ”

Yin Bei's smiling face immediately froze, and he raised his hand and patted his head: "I forgot ......"

Mo Lingfeng stopped and looked up at him: "His family is poor, and he will break a meal of silver for a day, have you forgotten?" ”

"I" Yin Bei half-squatted down and put his head under Mo Lingfeng, so that Mo Lingfeng could do it, "Please punish the girl." ”

Mo Lingfeng didn't hit anyone, but said coldly: "If it was Uncle Zhao, would you forget?" You invite him back, let him share the worries and solve problems for the Mo family, and let him take over Uncle Zhao's affairs, but you can't respect him as much as you respect Uncle Zhao, and you can't even forget the silver and rituals, you just don't have a sense of reverence for him! ”

Yin Bei's face turned red, and he knelt down on his legs: "Girl, I was wrong." ”

"Send the money now."

"By whom?"

"According to Uncle Zhao's example."

"Will it be too much, as soon as the autumn festival passes, Young Master Wu will go to Kyoto immediately to participate in next year's spring festival, and I am afraid that he will not come back next year."

Zhao Shiheng is in the Mo Mansion, and he earns one hundred taels of silver per month, and takes another three percent of the profits, and the gold and silver on the account can be withdrawn - he is not surnamed Mo, but Mo Qianlan regards him as the Mo family.

"He'll come back, and while he's gone, the disobedient will be killed."

"Yes."

"Go ahead, he'll take it."

Mo Lingfeng knew what Wu Jin was giving up, and Wu Jin also knew what he was doing, so he didn't have to go back and forth.

(End of chapter)