Before this recruitment, the three commanders who had secretly instructed by Chong Jiaqing that if Mo Lingfeng had any moves other than recruiting the women's army, they would immediately stop it and forcibly send Mo Lingfeng back to the fortress.

However, Mo Lingfeng is cunning, and he really only recruits the women's army outside, and he honestly stays in Mofu and does not go out, which is reassuring enough.

Privately, she sent people to the countryside, and in less than two days, she recruited enough strong laborers for a battalion!

They didn't know anything about it, and it wasn't until just now, when Yin Nan and Nomad Qing came with a roster to change these peasant households into military households, occupy a foot military camp of the Zhenrong Army, and take away cloth armor and silver, that they knew that Mo Lingfeng had recruited a battalion.

And this battalion, on the surface, was included in Feng Fan's Left Route Army, but in fact it had been tattooed with the military name of "Dingyuan Army".

Feng Fan tried not to give it to the military households, but with so many people, if he asked why he didn't give it to the military households, he couldn't stop it.

Mo Leaf simply roasted him on the fire.

He thought that he was really unlucky, why did he put up the number one figure of Mo Lingfeng, so that he could not kill the enemy, but was on the road of rebellion, and if he continued like this, he would not be far from beheading.

In order to protect the head on his neck, he entered the Mo Jiedu embassy with resentment and anger, and asked Mo Lingfeng for an explanation.

However, as soon as he stepped into the door here, he felt the depth and loneliness of Mofu from the drizzle, and there was silence everywhere, and the people were like clay carved wood sculptures, and then he walked into the front hall of the solemn mourning hall, and he suddenly felt that he had stepped into the coffin with one foot.

His heart followed the scene, and he was discouraged to an incredible degree, holding a cup of tea, sitting in a chair, he thought, "This is fate." ”

Taking a sip of tea, he thought again: his life is more bitter than this tea, and everything is not going well.

After another sip, he sighed: It's really unladylike, if there is no Mo Lingfeng, why should he be afraid.

His brain made the spring rain soak into a pulp, and after drinking all the tea, he gradually came back to his senses, and there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and he hurriedly straightened his posture to give Mo Lingfeng a dismount.

However, when he turned his head, the person who came was not Mo Lingfeng, but a young man.

The person who came was only in his twenties, with outstanding appearance, wearing a crow-blue round-necked gown, wearing a soft gauze Tang scarf, dressed as a scholar, acting dignifiedly, lifting the hem of his clothes with one hand, walking up the stairs, and when he walked to the door, he put down the hem of his clothes and looked at Feng Fan.

Feng Fan looked closer, the more he felt that this person had a handsome face, gentle and clear eyes, and a friendly expression, which made people feel close, and he didn't know which family this was.

He saw that there was something precious between the actions of the comer, so he guessed which child of the family in Kuanzhou City was going to get up to greet him.

However, before he could get up, the young man had already stepped forward and bowed forward: "Under Wu Jin, meet Commander Feng." ”

Feng Fan accepted his salute, and said with a puzzled face: "Why don't you see Mo Lingfeng?" Who are you from Mofu? Sit down and talk. ”

Wu Jin replied respectfully: "Mo Jiedu made the sick bed, and Miss Mo rarely returned home. ”

He sat down opposite Feng Fan: "I have no fame in the lower ranks, and I humiliate the body of the Feng Command Envoy, but it is actually the Mofu people Ding withered, and the deputy envoy and other officials under the Jiedu Envoy are not driven by Miss Mo, so I have to come forward to entertain the subordinates, and I hope that the commander will forgive me." ”

Mo Lingfeng didn't come forward, and sent a student with no merit and fame to come forward, which really shouldn't be, but Wu Jin's words were sincere and true, and Feng Fan immediately forgave him.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is Mo Jiedu okay?" ”

Wu Jin replied, "As before." ”

Immediately afterwards, Feng Fan and Wu Jin asked and answered, and after talking like this for almost half an hour, when Feng Fan walked out of the Mo Mansion, he thought that Mo Lingfeng, the little demon king, also had pity, and his eyes lit up, and his mind changed from a mess of paste to a bright light, thinking that he also had a promising future.

He thought: "It's still a scholar who is sensible, Wu Jin is right, I can use the Mo family's army to make my own merits." ”

He didn't come in vain this trip, because he also saw it: Mo Mansion is not completely down, after all, it is not easy to even have a scholar in the mansion.

Seeing how detailed the questions were, not only did they quietly inquire about the general, but even the fledgling Tao also asked clearly, and I was afraid that the Tao would take away Mo Lingfeng's merits.

Feng Fan left in a hurry, Wu Jin left the front hall, returned to the mountain and wild residence, and saw Mo Lingfeng coming out of the second hall, with medicinal gas on his body, and was bowing his head in front of the table to eat cherries, and when he saw him coming back, he pushed the cherry bowl to his side.

Wu Jin didn't eat, sat on the side and read a book, the wind outside the house was noisy, and the room was as silent as a sitting meditation, one ate, the other read, and the silence came out of Zen.

The cherry was vermilion-purple, Mo Lingfeng stared at the bowl, picked out a big and good one, and stretched out his hand to send it to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin looked up from the book, took the cherry, saw Mo Lingfeng and lowered her head to eat again, when she buried her head, the tail of her eyes was particularly obvious, and then looked at her hand, it was still a small slap, with slender fingers, it was a very beautiful hand.

She is already quite majestic in the army, but her body is still thin, I am afraid that she was born with such a slender figure, no matter how she eats and drinks, she will not become round.

He smiled, withdrew his hand and ate the cherry, put the core in the bowl, and asked in a low voice, "When are you leaving?" ”

Mo Lingfeng spit out a kernel with a "poof": "The day after tomorrow." ”

Wu Jin looked at her with blazing eyes: "Is there a holiday in the Dragon Boat Festival?" ”

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "No, Sanchuan Village is occupied by Jinyu, and Huaiyuan Village and Dingchuan Village are very difficult to guard." ”

Wu Jin didn't talk about the war lightly, only watched her eat cherries silently, and the flower shadows outside the house swayed in the wind, hitting the panes, and then the shadows fell on the table, moving to Mo Lingfeng's face, flashing a wandering light.

The golden collar also flashed on her neck, and these golden lights were like eyes sent out by Mo Qianlan, watching Wu Jin's every move, and the collar was also like Mo Qianlan's chain, firmly bolting Mo Lingfeng.

Three days later, Mo Lingfeng got up early, washed up, and ran all the way to the second hall - before dawn, no candles were lit in the house, the light was dim, and there was a dull smell, Mo Lingfeng walked to the bedside, bent down and said goodbye to Mo Qianlan: "Brother, I'm leaving." ”

In the gray light, Mo Qianlan seemed to be watching her.

And Mo Lingfeng leaned over his chest, hugged him hard, and said in a low voice: "Brother, in fact, it's nothing to lose the two villages of Dingyuan and Huaiyuan, Jin Yu faces Gaoping Village, the territory of the country is in danger of being lost, and the family celebration will not hinder me." ”

She got up, strode out of the meteor, Wu Jin came to see her off with the freshly fried elm money cake, the two met at the door and said goodbye, Wu Jin watched Mo Lingfeng turn over and get on the horse, eat the cake with one hand, carry the reins with the other, wear a soft armor painted with gold and color, and rode away quite vigorously.

After four quarters of an hour, the people of the fortress left with the recruits and went to the fortress.