"Where is the faith?"

"Letter? It was raining heavily that day, and the letter was not sealed with a leather seal, and Shi Yuan was carrying it on his body, all wet," Cheng Ting sighed, "Fortunately, there are only seven words, if there are too many words, Shi Yuan and I can't remember them."

He took a sip of tea, "Life and death, what does it mean?"

Mo Lingfeng didn't answer, but asked, "Since you can't figure it out, why are you here again?"

Cheng Ting leaned back tiredly: "Dog, Lao Huang! You have to let me come, bite off all my clothes, and Hui Ran cut it for me with his own hands!"

His heart ached when he thought of that dress: "I miss Wu Jin so much."

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "I want to too."

Cheng Ting laughed, looked at Mo Lingfeng, and suddenly felt a special closeness in his heart.

This is his dead face, friends from childhood to adulthood, I thought that when I grew up, I would have to start a family and separate, but I didn't expect that after such a tragic battle, it was still him who accompanied Mo Lingfeng.

He scooped a bowl of porridge for Mo Lingfeng: "Does it hurt badly?"

"It doesn't hurt much, Li Yi's plaster can relieve the pain," Mo Lingfeng suddenly asked, "When I come back, do you take any medicine?"

"It's hard to get water and rice," Cheng Ting took a can of tempeh from Grandma, "Eat more."

Mo Lingfeng saw him striding out with a meteor holding the jar, tall and tall, with a chic posture, and he didn't have any worries in his heart, so he couldn't help but smile, and drank some porridge again.

After drinking the porridge, she went back to sleep, and slept until the second half of the night, when she woke up, she suddenly found that it was different outside.

It was overcast, not raining, but suddenly cold, the ice basin in the house was removed, the doors and windows were closed, and the wind was whining.

Mo Lingfeng got up and added some clothes, and asked Yin Nan to go to the second hall, and Zell climbed down from the Jiusixuan tree and followed her.

The big yellow dog curled up under the corridor of the east wing, and when he saw Mo Lingfeng, he wagged his tail.

Li Yi was in the middle of the room, and there were only two aunts sitting under the corridor embroidering patterns, gossiping, and talking so engrossively that they didn't even see Mo Lingfeng coming.

"It's going to change in a moment's work, how long do you think it will take to freeze?"

"It's still early, my favorite time is when it's freezing, and when it's freezing, I can work at home without having to go to the fields."

"I remember when you entered the mansion, it happened to be freezing."

"Yes, thinking that I don't have a job, I have a spare meal at home, and I can earn back the dowry for my brother if I sell it, you don't know, the day I first entered the house, I looked at my uncle and trembled with fright."

"Me too, just a few years, looking at the uncle is not so afraid."

"But Uncle is good-looking, I've never seen such a good-looking person anywhere in the village."

"Yes, it's our advantage."

One of the aunts suddenly felt a little cold in her back, and when she turned her head to look, she saw Mo Lingfeng standing at the door, listening carefully to their gossip, and was so frightened that she almost slipped off the chair.

"Girl!"

"Girl!"

The two of them threw away the work in their hands, got up in a hurry, saluted, and recalled what they had just said, their faces were flushed with shame, trembling, and waiting for the end.

Mo Lingfeng looked down at the fish play lotus they embroidered: "Interesting."

The faces of the two aunts changed instantly, and Mo Lingfeng saw that the two of them were panicked, and explained, "I mean that the pattern embroidery is good, so I will embroider one too."

After that, she pushed the door and went in, and Li Yitao stuck a needle in the room to give Mo Qianlan a needle to continue his life, and it was time to pull out the needle.

He took out the root of the silver needle, put it back in the medicine box, and changed the wound medicine according to Mo Lingfeng, and went out of the room, planning to go back to the medicine store.

Mo Lingfeng sat down on a small table, raised his left hand, hugged Mo Qianlan with one hand, buried his face in Mo Qianlan's chest, sniffed deeply, then raised his head, turned his head and told Yin Nan: "Bring pen and ink."

Yin Nan went to the table to get the pen and ink that Li Yiti had not cleaned up, Mo Lingfeng took the pen, dipped it in ink, and drew a stroke on Mo Qianlan's head.

Mo Qianlan didn't react.

Mo Lingfeng added another stroke, talking to Mo Qianlan while painting.

She said

Li Yitie is really a miracle doctor, and it is difficult for him to enter the water and rice, Li Yitie can actually pry open her mouth and smear her with insect tooth medicine.

She said that once on a sunny day, she stood on the female wall and looked out, and found that the sky was a very beautiful emerald color, which she had never seen on any porcelain, and whether the sensitivity of the Qiang people was related to the heaven and earth that raised them, or whether they were born with it, or whether it came from the guidance of God.

She said that Cheng Ting ran away when she saw her uncle, but now she has the courage to guard here, and she is full of worries and secrets, but she has become bolder.

Drawing Mo Qianlan with a full face, she put down her pen and said in a low voice, "Stinky brother, punish you."

She said again, "Brother, rest well, I will take care of things outside."

The ink on Mo Qianlan's face has not dried, his expression has not changed, his breathing is as usual, only his heart beats violently.

Mo Lingfeng asked Yin Nan to wipe it off with a handkerchief, but before Yin Nan moved, Li Yitie suddenly came in: "My pulse ......."

He walked behind the screen, reached out and picked up the pulse pillow that he had forgotten aside, looked at Mo Qianlan dumbfounded, and then looked at Mo Lingfeng: "This is ......"

Mo Lingfeng made a small face and replied seriously: "This is a mark, I will find my brother in the next life."

"Then your brother will be miserable enough in his next life, with scars all over his face."

Mo Lingfeng slipped out, his face full of embarrassment of being caught doing bad things.

Li Yitie heard the sound of the door closing, shook his head and sighed: "Naughty."

Mo Qianlan opened his eyes and smiled helplessly: "This aunt."

Spoiled all in this smile, no matter what Mo Lingfeng does, it is all funny, cute, and good, even if he paints a face full of flowers, it is also eccentric.

Li Yitie couldn't bear to look at his stupid face, twisted a handkerchief and threw it to him, and secretly rolled his eyes.

When Mo Lingfeng walked out of the second hall, Zell was still waiting outside the gate of the second hall, playing with the Xun in his hand while going to see Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng stood in the dim skylight, surrounded by moisture, his hair was black and thick, glowing with a faint blue light, his neck was snow-white, and the silk was tied around his waist, and he held it in his hand, and the wind blew through the skirt, wrapping his slender and slender legs.

Every time she came out of the second hall, he felt that Mo Lingfeng was not an indifferent devil, but a person.

The next day, as the twilight was dying, Mo Lingfeng led his soldiers back to the fortress.

The great victory of the fortress is a major event in the national dynasty, and the people of Kuanzhou can not suppress the joy in their hearts, and the crowds of people on the streets who have been empty for a long time are surging, celebrating the victory on the one hand, and seeing off the soldiers who died in the war on the other.

In the restaurant near Mo's Mansion, the two watched Mo Lingfeng lead his relatives out with the horse, and the young man said in a low voice, "Do you want to wait another day?"

The middle-aged man took the wine cup and drank it all: "No need, failed, change the goal."

"Do it here?"

"No, did the Fortress rush away?"

"Sent away on the evening of the 11th."

"Let's go to Jeju first, and when His Majesty's envoy arrives, and when she enters Beijing, we will start on the road."

"Yes."

Putting down the wine cup, the two walked out of the restaurant in the cool breeze, put on a soap-colored cloak, blocked the sharp blade on their bodies, turned over on their horses, passed through the heavy lights, and galloped towards Jeju.