Wu Jin looked sideways at Mo Lingfeng, and the bright sun revealed everything on her face.

Her features and contours had gradually become clear, but her face was still covered with a thin layer of hair.

Her childhood seems to be very long, even though her eyebrows and eyes have faded a trace of immaturity, but the details of her face are still young, and no one knows when she will take a big step and step into the ranks of graceful girls.

However, she just grew up like this, and the things she experienced already made Wu Jin feel thrilled, and if she grew up enough to be hostile to the imperial power in Kyoto, what kind of horror would it be?

Wu Jin retracted her gaze and didn't want to think about it, just accompanied her to visit the temple.

The group rushed back to Mofu before lunch, and Mo Lingfeng gave the women's army a half-day vacation, and sat in the Jiusixuan flower hall to eat with Wu Jin.

Lunch was not as full as breakfast, but it was quite good, the crabs were forcibly withdrawn, and the soup was made up with roasted mutton, sour bamboo shoots, chicken soup, smoked meat, and red fish, and two bowls of hot noodle soup were cooked in the kitchen with mutton soup, and then served with a plate of bad goose gizzards and a plate of whitebait.

The wine was rock sugar lychee wine, Mo Lingfeng poured it with the pot, Wu Jin hurriedly reached out to hold the wine jug, took it in his hand, and poured two fruit wines.

Mo Lingfeng drank a cup of soup, scooped the soup and tasted it, feeling that the sour soup was appetizing, and his brother should be able to drink a little, so he beckoned Qi Chang to go to the kitchen, send a cup of soup to the second hall, and let the aunts feed Mo Qianlan to drink.

After tasting it, she ate with peace of mind, the amount of food was not large, and Wu Jin had not finished eating when she finished eating, so she held the wine cup and slowly drank the sweet fruit wine.

By the time Wu Jin had dinner, she had already drunk three glasses in a row, and her face was flushed, and a layer of fine and dense beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She didn't have the stomach to drink tea anymore, stood up with a puffed stomach, and went to the front yard with Wu Jin to sort out Zhao Shiheng's things.

The two said as they walked, and Mo Lingfeng said: "What Uncle hasn't dealt with yet, it's books and calligraphy and paintings, and my brother hasn't had time to sort them out, so I'm afraid it won't work to put them there." ”

Wu Jin thought for a while: "You can put it in the study, clip it with rue herbs, repel insects and beetles." ”

"There are still people outside begging for uncle's paintings," Mo Lingfeng kicked the flying stones, pursed his lips and smiled, "Uncle only paints prostitutes on Yuhua Street." ”

The two talked about Zhao Shiheng's life, as if Zhao Shiheng was still in front of him, all the way to the residence "Mountain Wild House", entering the small courtyard, clean up simple and elegant, funny, everything was the same as when he was there.

Yin Bei stepped forward and pushed open the door, and the sunlight rushed in, and the dusty fine dust suddenly rose up and floated in the sunlight.

The furnishings in the room have not changed, but there are no clothes on the screen, there is no handkerchief on the clean shelf, there are two books on the table, the ink strip rests on the inkstone, half of a large character is written, and the books on the bookshelf are also standing upside down and upside down.

I don't know who touched a copy of the Book of Changes under the table, Wu Jin reached out and picked it up, turned it slightly in his hand, and saw that the book was old, and there were three kinds of annotations on it, the latest handwriting was Zhao Shiheng's, and the first two were not seen by him.

When he turned to the title page, he knew that the book was precious.

"Hou Bai gave his disciple Wen Yansong to preach the way of heaven and give personnel information, the gentleman knows the subtlety, knows the softness and knows the rigid, don't lose, don't forget."

"Wen Yansong gave his disciple Zhao Ji, the way of a gentleman should be with heaven and earth, drum with thunder, moisten with wind and rain, don't lose, don't forget."

Hou Bai was eighteen years old and raised Jinshi, famous at a young age, when the first emperor Qianlong was the first emperor, he taught, after the first emperor ascended the throne, the official residence was the ruler, the history of the country, and he was a great Confucian.

Wen Yansong is a disciple of Hou Bai, who has never participated in the scientific examination, and only repairs books at home.

When these two people gave the book, they both took words from the "Yi" to teach and look forward to the future of their disciples, and the countless annotations made in the book are even more priceless.

His stunned face was stunned, and when he turned the page again, his hand suddenly trembled: "Zhao Ji gave his disciple Wu Jin, the gentleman respects the inside with the straight, the righteousness with the outside, the respect for the righteousness and the virtue is not lonely, don't lose, don't forget." ”

These words were grouped together one by one, and they became a knife, which was caught off guard and plunged straight into Wu Jin's heart, making him red-eyed and speechless for a moment.

Mo Lingfeng casually took out a book, opened it and glanced at it: "Hey, Mr. left it for you." ”

She handed it to Wu Jin, Wu Jin held back her tears, put down the "Book of Changes" in her hand, and opened her book, which also read: "Zhao Ji gave his disciple Wu Jin, the eighth day of November in the twenty-second year of the Yuan Chapter." ”

Mo Lingfeng took another book, opened it, and also wrote the gift words and time.

As long as it is a book that Zhao Shiheng often flips, almost all of them are written and given to Wu Jin, it seems that Zhao Shiheng often reads books on a whim, and when he thinks of Wu Jin, he gives this book to his disciples.

Wu Jin buried her head and moved her nose, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and her heart was full of mixed tastes.

Mo Lingfeng turned to the back of the bookshelf, and only turned back until he was calm as usual: "Did you send the book home?" ”

Wu Jin shook his head: "Just put it here, I'll come here in the future." ”

Sir, disciple, maybe it is so inherited, what Mr. Zhao expects, he will do, and what Mr. Zhao has not done, he will also do it for him.

One afternoon, spent in this small courtyard, Wu Jin returned home before the unitary hour, changed into a short brown, and prepared dinner.

Even stewed and fried, he would do it, and he did it very cleanly, and he didn't feel that the smoke and fire were disgraceful.

After he finished cooking, he went to the cake shop to call his family back, opened the wine sent by Yin Bei, and the family sat around for dinner, ate small cakes, and then changed out of the oil-stained twisted clothes, washed up, and went back to the house.

The pen on the table was a newly bought Sanzhuo pen, and he plucked out a hairy hair that came out of the edge with great care, and dipped it in ink and wrote: "August 15, 25th year of Yuanzhang Yuanzhang." ”

Today he realized that he had passed very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, it was the time of separation, and he fell on the paper, only to find that this day was so complicated and long, and he was like a bystander, first writing down today's events.

After recording without emotion, he wrote: "Marriage is a sharp knife against a woman, and it is also the strongest cage to imprison a woman. ”

He held the pen and thought to himself that the state judgment and Tongzhi had nothing to do with Mofu in any case, and I am afraid that Wang Zhizhou instigated it.

Wang Zhizhou is a person who is greedy for money and has no merit, but he is good at mediation, I am afraid that he has already realized the comings and goings between His Majesty and Mo Jiedudu, and he is afraid that Mo Lingfeng's power in the army will bring trouble to himself, and he will definitely try his best to uproot it.

But this is just his guess, what is guessed in his head, he does not write on paper.

With a pen in one hand, he pondered for a long time - he couldn't let this filth trap Mo Lingfeng.

After thinking about it, he wrote again:

"The collar life lock is golden and beautiful, the lonely phoenix eyes are like a general's face, inch by inch of time flows like an arrow, and the Buddha statue in the Zen temple is scattered like electricity. Waiting for the years, when will I see this situation, and the breeze and moon are like practice after being drunk. ”