This is Mo Lingfeng's response to Wu Jin's poem.

The two were silent, and when the ink dried, Wu Jin closed his palms and held these three words firmly in his palms.

Mo Lingfeng chewed the candy, swallowed it into his stomach, then yawned, got up and rubbed his eyes, said goodbye to Wu Jin, and went back to Changsuiju.

After she left, Wu Jin moved her eyes back to the table, took a piece of bamboo paper, spread it out and pressed it, and wrote with a pen: "April 26, 26th year of Yuanzhang." ”

"Once the wind and the moon, the sky is eternal."

After writing, he rolled up the paper and burned it, leaving only a clear and firm imprint in his mind, and then spread out his palms and stared at the handwriting for a long time.

Mo Lingfeng lay on Yin Nan's back and went to Changsui Residence, the silent Mo Mansion was like a deep pool, no matter the wind and rain, it was not alarmed.

The wind rolled up a few dog barks from behind, and gradually moved away, Mo Lingfeng listened to the familiar dog barking, and knew that it was Cheng Ting who had completed the matter of leaving the country and sent Qi Chang back.

She had no intention of seeing Qi Chang again - this dusty worm, every move was in her eyes, she knew his ins and outs, penetrated his temperament and heart, and knew his knowledge well.

If you can use it, you can use it, and if you can't use it, you will kill it.

Mofu Jiaomen, it was indeed Cheng Ting who got rid of Qi Chang's slavery and sent him back - although Qi Chang was not a slave, he had nowhere to go but to return to Mofu and continue to be a slave.

Qi Chang watched Cheng Ting lead the dog away at the corner gate, slowly walked back to Jiusixuan, lit a candle for himself, stopped in front of the table and chair where the three characters were placed, and sat down in the position where Wu Jin often sits.

After sitting dry for a while, he came back to his senses from the earth-shaking surprise—and when he came to his senses, what had been only vague ecstasy before had now turned into a clear and great joy, and he couldn't sit still, so he jumped up several times, and let out a few long breaths before he could barely sit down.

He's not a minion anymore!

He can be the same as Wu Jin, participate in the Autumn Festival, participate in the Spring Festival, the bright future is close at hand, and he can almost paint the beauty when he closes his eyes.

Those children of the official family, Cheng Ting and Wang Jinghua, were unimpressed by this opportunity, only he knew that such an ordinary thing for them was an unattainable gift to him.

The last time he was so happy, it was Wu Jin who gave him a sugar cake, and he was still a beggar at that time - he seemed to be born a beggar, even the belt meat was dirty, either frozen and half dead, or hungry with his chest against his back, and he tasted sugar for the first time.

Later, when he came to Mofu, he was able to eat enough, but he often ate with trepidation, and he didn't feel very comfortable eating.

Glad!

Happy!

Thoughts are like waves, waves hitting his mind, Rao is autumn has not yet begun, but he can't help but imagine the days after spring.

He doesn't want to be a big official, it's good to have a small official to do, I heard that the county order in the poor countryside, no one wants to go, he can go.

He thought so hard that he couldn't sit still, so he got up and walked around the room, with a smile on his face from time to time, and his teeth were hanging outside.

Until he was exhausted, his head was still active and couldn't stop, and he finally held back his thoughts, he walked to a "Summer Picture" painted by Zhao Shiheng, and looked up at the scholar in the painting.

The scholar's face was blurred, hidden in the shade of the tree, sitting cross-legged, reaching out to stroke the harp, with a careless arrogance.

He said in a low voice: "Sir, you said that if I can enter the officialdom one day, I will definitely fall into the injustice of the Mo family and cut off Wu Jin's future, I want to say that you are wrong." ”

He stretched out his hand and touched the person in the painting: "I know, you don't look down on me, but although I am a beggar, I also know etiquette and shame, and I know how to repay Entu, I will never become the villain you said." ”

The wind outside Jiu Si Xuan moved, and the calligraphy and paintings in Jiu Si Xuan turned out to make a loud sound, and a candle could not illuminate the dark and spacious school, and at this time, it shook again, and immediately shook countless dark shadows in the room.

Qi Chang was startled, his heart jumped suddenly, and he hurriedly blew out the candle and walked out, turned around and closed the door, blocking the wind from the door.

The commotion died down, and Jiu Sixuan returned to silence.

He touched his heart and went back to his room to sleep, raised his legs and stepped down the stone steps, and then stepped on the air and fell to the ground.

"Ouch", he slowly stood up, and said in his heart: "Happiness is sad." ”

This fall calmed down his boiling head, and like the others in Mofu, he spent the night peacefully.

The next day, Wu Jin got up early as usual, went out to buy something first, and when he came back, he took the book to the water pavilion to recite it.

Sitting down in front of Wu Jin, she pinched her fingers on the Xun hole, brought it to her mouth, and as soon as she lifted a breath of true qi to blow, her back hurt suddenly, and she immediately put Xun down.

She couldn't blow it, and she didn't want to read the tabloids, so she went out into the garden, broke off a few gardenias and put them on her head.

A tabby snake coiled around a branch, and without thinking, she drew her dagger and nailed the snake's head to the tree.

Then she turned back to the water pavilion.

The sky gradually brightened, Yin Nan sent the medicine with a straight face, and the grandmother put two more pieces of rock candy in it, but it couldn't hide the bitter taste of the medicine, Mo Lingfeng pushed away the medicine bowl, thinking that he was already well.

Wu Jin's eyes were still glued to the tabloid, his left hand reached into the sleeve pocket of his right hand, took out a piece of sugar from it, put it in a bowl, and said in his mouth: "The new trick, the soft pine candy from Suzhou, has pine nuts in it, and walnuts, soft peach candy, it is very easy to melt." ”

Mo Lingfeng immediately picked up the bowl, drank the medicine with a generous death-like expression, and took a bite of the sugar at the bottom of the bowl.

She chewed and chewed on her cheeks, and the bees fluttered their wings and buzzed around the gardenia on her head.

Wu Jin raised her head from the tabloid, stretched out her hand to wave away the bees for Mo Lingfeng, and then looked at the golden light of the collar on her neck, flashing together with the water surface patterns, and couldn't help but smile slightly, very calm and relieved.

At four o'clock, Cheng Ting came with his surging appetite.

He was dressed like a peacock opening the screen, wearing a soap gauze corner scarf, a hollyhock hairpin on the sideburns, wearing a regimental collar robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, wearing a cross-collared shirt tightly, and a gold belt and jade around his waist, but he didn't apply grease and powder, and he went all the way into Jiusixuan.

The big yellow dog followed behind him, drooping his dog face, and as soon as he entered the flower hall, he immediately jumped to Wu Jin's feet.

It's hot, he is dressed too ceremoniously, and along the way, his face is oily and slippery, and Mo Lingfeng covered his eyes: "Hey, what kind of snack are you." ”

Cheng Ting was immediately unconvinced: "I'm dressed properly, gentlemen are like this, Lao Huang, do you say it." ”

The big yellow dog raised its head, and echoed it in a strange way.

Wu Jin wrung a handkerchief with cold water and handed it to him: "Wipe it." ”