"Today's Chongyang, why didn't the general go out to climb the heights?"

"It's better to eat meat under the flowers than to ascend here," Mo Lingfeng got up with the pine nut chestnut cake, "Master Wu is not far from cooking?"

Wu Jin saw her eating bread one after another, worried about the recurrence of her worm teeth, and couldn't help but secretly hate herself for buying too much, and replied: "I have been making cakes since I was a child, and I can get by without saying that I am proficient in the way of cooking."

"That's just right," Mo Leaf immediately stretched out, "to see the barbecue."

Without waiting for Wu Jin to respond, she had already taken the lead in walking out, and when she saw the servant holding the piano and standing crampedly at the door, she waved her hand: "Go get the silver for a new piano."

The servant hurriedly thanked him and retreated, and Wu Jin followed Mo Lingfeng's footsteps, going to the stove one after the other.

There was a strong smell of meat and oil in the smoke, and in the middle was a skinned muntjac, hanging on a large pile of charcoal fires, scratched with a flower knife, and it was not yet roasted until it was shiny.

There are also several stoves around the muntjac, on which are placed wild boar meat with bamboo skewers, which have not yet been sprinkled with oil.

Nomad Muqing led the guards to get out of the way, Mo Lingfeng stepped forward, turned back to Wu Jin and said, "Master Wu, let's use a stove and try to see who can bake it well."

Wu Jin stepped forward, padd the oil brush with straw paper, and handed it to Mo Lingfeng, his nose fluttered, and he smelled the potpourri from the countless strong smells.

The two of them were naturally side by side, Wu Jin pinched the oil brush, brushed a layer of oil, and the piece of meat "sizzled".

Mo Lingfeng took the oil brush and poked it into the oil drum, and then the oil juice was dragged out drippingly, there was too much oil, and the charcoal fire immediately burst out with a "boom", and the fire rushed up-

Wu Jin was quick with his eyes, stretched out his arm, and pulled Mo Lingfeng behind him, and then took the oil brush from Mo Lingfeng's hand and handed it to Nomad Muqing.

"General Mo is still waiting to eat."

Mo Lingfeng was startled, and he didn't dare to approach rashly, standing on Wu Jin's side, looking at the meat under Wu Jin's hand, he screamed, and in less than a moment, he sprinkled the ingredients and handed it to Mo Lingfeng with a bamboo stick: "Be careful of scalding."

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, tilted his head, grabbed a piece of meat, moved his head, tore off the meat and ate it, and a black oil mark appeared on his white face.

This one by one, it was extremely natural, as if they had eaten countless meals together, and they were all very happy.

However, after eating the barbecue, the two of them served tea and rinsed their mouths, cleaned their hands and faces, and became strange "old acquaintances" again, and the familiarity of Fang Cai was like an illusion brought by smoke and fire.

The two left the smoky and lively garden and walked into the front hall to talk.

There were a few servants in the front hall, serving tea and charcoal, and after being busy, they stood with their hands down, staring at their eyes and ears, not letting go of anything suspicious.

But Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin no longer had any intimacy, and they asked and answered Wang Jinghua's matter, which was both solemn and regular, just like a feast in Zishantang.

Until Wu Jin said goodbye and left, these ears and eyes only gained "disappointment".

Wu Jin walked out of the gate of the General's Mansion, stepped down the stone steps, never looked back, went directly to the Hanlin Courtyard on duty, and entered the palace in the snow to participate in the Chongyang Palace banquet when he arrived at the time of the ceremony.

He didn't go back to the house, but moved a chair and sat under the porch, clasped his hands together, and watched the snow flakes fly in the cold wind.

And his thoughts were even more chaotic than snowflakes.

He wrote a journal in his heart.

"The ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth month of the thirtieth year of the Yuan Chapter, the Double Ninth Festival, light snow.

Today, I see the wind and hear the song of the rocks, such as listening to the wind through the pines.

The sound of Xun is tragic and strong, and it overwhelms the tune a lot, but it is the sound of heavy snow pressing down and the wind sweeping.

With this song, you can solve the thoughts of the day.

was able to enter the general's mansion, but it was because Wang Jinghua beat the drum.

A half-truth and half-truth, very cleverly written.

The person behind him should be the King of Wei.

In order to seek military power, the king of Wei has been peeping at Kuanzhou for a long time, and he has grasped these two things that have not been verified for a long time, but there are suspicious points, and he came to layout.

In this game, what is really useful is the confession of the relevant person.

Now that the situation has happened, King Wei has also prepared a confession.

Who could this person be?

There are not many people who can ask about the Imperial Observatory, one is the personal guard brought by the Leaf, even if they are asked, they don't know anything about it, and if the Leaf dares to bring it, it is worthy of trust.

The second is Zhang Offering, even though Zhang Offering knows everything, but he knows very little, and will not be used by the King of Wei.

The third is Qi Chang.

Qi Chang's heart is like grass, swaying with the wind, I am afraid that he has already bowed to the king of Wei.

If he bites the Leaf, it is a foregone conclusion that the Leaf will go to the Imperial Prison.

How did she solve the problem?

Is it an opportunity to expose things such as grain and grass deductions, and then attack the cardinal and force the cardinal to protect himself?"

Wu Jin forced the cardinal, he had already thought about it, but when the situation broke out, he always felt that he had missed something.

Lonely and cold in the late autumn, the snow is like silver dust, surging with the wind, wetting everything, and everything in heaven and earth shows a scene of decay.

Just when Wu Jin's sleeves became heavy and damp, he suddenly thought of Mo Lingfeng's words.

Her way is murderous, cruel, and merciless, and she will use the smallest means to achieve the greatest end.

Even if she is on the right path, her wrist inherits Mo Qianlan exactly as well.

They only care about each other, and all other people and things can be sacrificed and disregarded.

In a flash of light, Wu Jin knew how she broke the game.

War!

Another war!

In an instant, Wu Jin broke out in a cold sweat.

As long as Jin Yu learns the news that there is no general in the fortress, he will come to the city again!

This soldier may only be a small part of the Jinyu garrison in Sanchuan Village, but in the case of the division of the fortress and the general will not command the army, even if it is 1,000 Jinqiang, it may cause Gaopingzhai to be lost.

At that time, the city gate of Kuanzhou will become a new line of defense for the border pass, blood and artillery fire are on the horse farm, and the emperor has to let her go back to Kuanzhou for the sake of the peace of the border pass.

Who collaborated with her for her?

Will you stay in Yinnan in the fortress, or will you stay in Yinbei in Kuanzhou City?

Or is it Chong Tao, the grandson of Chong Jiaqing?

Or, in the time he was away, Mo Lingfeng had a new arm, but never mentioned it to him?

The cold wind was biting, and he was cold to the heart, and his whole body was stiff, and his hands were folded in his sleeves, and his fists were clenched.

Mo Lingfeng became a fierce tiger at an astonishing speed.

She hides in the fog, and no one can see her true colors.

She knows everything, and her eyes can see anyone.

She used all the people she could use, the emperor, the king of Wei, and Qi Chang, they thought they were making a move, playing a game, but they didn't expect that Mo Lingfeng's chess was not finished yet.

She was wary of anyone except Mo Qianlan's people, including him—no, maybe not on guard, but knowing that their ways were different, so she didn't let him get contaminated.

He got up suddenly, lifted a numb foot, and stepped down the stone steps - he was going to see Mo Lingfeng, and the soldiers were coming to the city, and he had to fill it with countless lives!

As soon as his foot hit the ground, his whole leg seemed to be pricked by thousands of needles, he came back to his senses and stopped in place - the soldiers were coming to the city, and Mo Lingfeng could not only break the game with this, but also get more.

But his silence is undoubtedly an accomplice to the slaughter, and it is not the first time he has conspired with the Mo family.

Slowly retracting his feet, he thought he was a real villain.