Wu Jin's chest was bulging, and it was all hot sugar dry stove, and it had not cooled yet.

The old servant entered the house to clean up the leftovers, Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly ran to the front with the sugar dry stove.

He stretched his legs, ran to the stable, drew a horse, put his foot on the stirrup, turned on the horse, drew his whip and shook it vigorously, and galloped out of the stable.

Outside the Yi Gate, Tao Zhizhou's sedan chair just pressed down the sedan pole, Tao Zhizhou's head came out of the sedan chair, the person did not stand firmly, there was a flower in front of him, and when he looked at it, he saw a horse rushing out like crazy.

The person on the horse seems to be Wu Jin.

"Wu—"

He took a step forward and shouted in a loud voice, and before the word "general judgment" could be spoken, he could not even see the shadow of the horse.

When the unitary time passed, the canopy gradually darkened, and Wu Jin desperately beat his horse, and galloped his horse to the mountain road with all his might.

When Mo Lingfeng came, he took a shortcut, and when he left, he would not take the official road.

It snowed last night, but today it was a sunny day, and the snow in the mountains turned into snow, and the whole mountain road was muddy, and the horses couldn't run.

Wu Jin was anxious, looking at the messy horse's hoof marks winding away on the muddy mountain road, and urged the horse hard, not knowing where Mo Lingfeng had gone.

The horses he rode were far inferior to the war horses carefully selected by Mo Lingfeng, and they were not even as good as the horses that were handed over.

Sweating profusely, he simply rolled over and dismounted, and stepped into the mud.

His feet instantly became heavy, and the hem of his crane and white shirt was also covered with mud and water, and he covered the sugar stove on his chest with one hand, and grabbed a slippery branch with the other, and stepped on the relatively dry ground on the side of the mountain road with the help of his strength.

As he let go of the branches, the branches shook and the unmelted snow on the treetops fell down with a "thud" and landed on his head and face.

He didn't have time to shoot, so he raised his legs and ran up the mountain, using his hands and feet together, rolling and climbing, chasing the horseshoe prints on the mountain road.

He knew that he could not be faster than the horse, so he could only do his best, the crane was thick and heavy, and it was a wide robe with large sleeves, and it was very inconvenient to run, so he raised his hand and took it off, and threw it in the woods, and his head was hooked by the branches, and the bun was scattered, and most of the hair was scattered, and only half of the bun remained.

At the same time, he drilled into the forest as much as he could—Mo Lingfeng took shortcuts, and he also took shortcuts.

The mountain road is just muddy, but the forest that has been eaten clean by locusts is full of thorns, gravel, snow, and even white bones when you go down.

Wu Jin didn't look at his feet, the hot pain on his arms and thighs was all blood marks cut by spikes, and the thin layer of snow on the treetops couldn't help his rampage, almost everywhere he went, a layer fell.

His hair and clothes were soaked, and he ran steaming hot, exhausted, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he still couldn't see Mo Lingfeng's figure.

As far as the eye can see, it is a whitening forest - out of Shuozhou, it is the land of blizzards, and the mountains are covered with snow, and there is no end in sight.

All the passionate, wanton feelings, running day and night, are buried in them, and no one knows about them.

Wu Jin was steaming hot on his head, bowing his waist, one hand was propped up on his thigh, and the other hand was pressing the sugar stove he brought all the way, and the "boom" in his ears was the sound of his body, his heart was beating almost out of his throat, and large drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead, silently.

Panting, he looked up helplessly, reached out to hold the trunk of the tree, and shouted hoarsely, "Leaf!" ”

The hoarse voice came out layer by layer, echoing from valley to valley, alarming the insects, birds, and beasts hidden deep in the snow, making a rustling sound, making it more and more obvious that his shout was rootless, and could only wander a little bit between the mountains and fields, and was swallowed up again.

He sat down on the ground, feeling cold in hindsight.

There was also blood in his mouth, I don't know if he ran out or shouted, looking back at the way he came, he couldn't lift the strength to go back.

The rough wheezing gradually subsided, and just as he was about to stand up with the trunk of the tree, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded in his ears, and it was getting closer and closer.

He jerked his head up and looked at where the voice had come from.

The white horse and the beautiful woman ran out of the overwhelming snow, ran all the way to him, turned over and dismounted, full of astonishment, and then stepped forward.

"Wu Jin?"

Wu Jin stood up "poofed".

Only then did he realize his embarrassment, dirty, and his hair was scattered, his outstretched hand retracted, and he smiled bitterly: "Don't say goodbye." ”

Mo Lingfeng raised his hand and hugged him.

In Mo Lingfeng's breath, he was overwhelmed and wanted to tighten Mo Lingfeng, but it was always wrong, so he let go of his hand, took out the sugar dry stove, and handed it to Yin Nan, who came later: "Eat it on the road, the cake tastes bad." ”

Yin Nan took it in his hand, feeling that the cake was still warm, he immediately picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, squatted aside and chewed it.

There was no cake, Wu Jin immediately reached out and took Mo Lingfeng in his arms again.

"Whenever you go, no matter where you go, let me send you."

Their lives seem to be unrelated, but in fact, they secretly flow the same breath as the grass and trees in this mountain.

Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, came out of his arms, and nodded, "Okay." ”

She looked up at the sky, which had completely darkened, leaving only a faint light with a dazzling snow, and she whispered, "I'm leaving." ”

Wu Jin smiled: "Okay, cherish." ”

The thrilling coming, the earth-shattering farewell, and finally turned into a light smile.

Mo Lingfeng turned over and rode away with Yin Nan, and when he returned to the Kuanzhou fortress, he had not passed the time limit she had said to Nomad Qing.

Everything is peaceful in the fortress, the heavy snow is still the same, and the war-free card can't be put down for a while, but the number of times Zhizhou Tan Xuan goes to the fortress has increased.

This is also human nature, the garrison of 50,000 troops in the fortress, if in wartime, single-minded to the outside, it is difficult to distinguish the entanglement, when the truce is held, it is the time to see the secret in it.

Besides, the emperor was far away in Kyoto, and he didn't worry that there was a person surnamed "Mo" in the 50,000 army, even if he didn't know whether her women's army was strong or weak, the emperor's suspicion was enough to drive Tan Xuan to go to the fortress again and again.

Tan Xuan's purpose, Mo Lingfeng and Chongjiaqing are like mirrors, every time they do not leak, Tan Xuan returned several times in vain, and because of the serious snowstorm, he had to try to help before giving up.

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Mo Lingfeng returned to the fortress from Mofu and celebrated the New Year with the soldiers as usual.

The wharf was closed, there were no fireworks or firecrackers in Kuanju, and the Cheng family also went to Jeju for the New Year.

Mo Lingfeng stood by the window, looking out of the open door, watching the soldiers coming and going, talking and laughing, and stood quietly for more than an hour.

Yin Nan pushed the door in, holding a bowl of wowotou, Mo Lingfeng moved his hands and feet, and was about to eat, when he suddenly heard a burst of sound outside.

Someone is blowing.