Wu Jin got up, moved forward with both hands, and with every movement, his internal organs seemed to be shaking violently in his abdomen, and when he sat on the edge of the bed, his forehead was already sweating.

It's been five days since the court staff.

The wound is healing and scabbing, and the inconvenience caused by the movement is gradually disappearing, and the pain is tolerable, but the vibration of the internal organs is always difficult to reset.

He tried to straighten his back, but a huge pain suddenly erupted in his internal organs, and his body twitched, and when he survived in a cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and forcibly straightened himself.

Lying down for too long will make a crisp sound in the joints, which is another torture, but it must be endured, otherwise the person will be permanently rickety.

Slowly, he put his hands at his side, lowered his head and gasped, and in his two feet, he wanted to bury himself in the heel, his chest was squeezed, and his heart immediately seemed to be pierced by thousands of roots.

He froze, waited for the pain to pass, stood up against the wall, tugged at his shoes, and walked to the door, raising his hand close to the latch.

He wanted to see her.

But the hand slowly fell again.

It's late at night, Mo Lingfeng is tired all day, and he must have rested.

The rats on the beam rolled around, and the "squeak" sound was endless, one after another, and the sound of winter insects dragging the stumps was heard outside the door, and the dead leaves shook and fell to the ground.

He stood against the wall for a moment, intermittently listening to the sound of "rustling" outside, and the movement of the rats gradually weakened, as if they could not stand the cold and quietly returned to the cave.

"It's snowing?" He muttered to himself, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, a voice from outside the door haunted him: "Not yet, it's the wind that knocked the leaves off."

His heart was shocked, the corners of his mouth involuntarily smiled, he raised his hand to open the latch, stepped out, and stepped out of the threshold, Mo Lingfeng had already reached out and firmly hugged his arm.

Nomad Qing came out of the shadows, poked into the cocoon-like little sinus, and said secretly, "Something that has no mouth."

He closed the door, stood on tiptoe, put a camel fur in the crook of his arm on Wu Jin, and buttoned a mink hat to him.

Mo Lingfeng also wore a velvet hat on his head, and smiled and groaned: "This way it won't be cold."

After that, she grabbed a lion lactose from her sleeve and raised her hand to stuff it into Wu Jin's mouth: "Does it hurt so much?"

Wu Jin's lips and teeth were fragrant, full of sweetness, he lowered his head with a smile, smoothed the folds on the placket, and stuffed the sideburns scattered on both sides into his hat, trying his best to make himself look neat: "It's bearable, it's okay."

The shoes were still pulling, and he just wanted to bend down and lift the heels, but You Muqing had already squatted down to help him lift them: "Wu Tongju, I will carry you."

Wu Jin was indeed unable to support it, and after thanking him, he leaned over and fell on his stomach.

The waning moon has ended, the stars are lurking, the peaks and peaks in the distance are undulating into a thick ink on the drawing paper, and the wind is close to the ears, it is indeed a heavy snow scene.

In less than a moment, the wind was silent, and the goose feathers and snow fell in a torrent, and in an instant, the snow was full of bows and knives.

Everything was silent in the snow, and the sound of snow falling and long breathing could be heard all around.

They walked to the kitchen of the pavilion, the kitchen was blazing, Sheng Nan stirred the rice porridge in the pot, turned his head to Mo Lingfeng and smiled, "General, it will be fine immediately."

There was a "crackling" sound in the stove, and the fragrance of chestnuts came out.

They are tired people, and after entering the pavilion, they still have the spare energy to occupy the kitchen and fill their stomachs.

Nomad Qing carefully put Wu Jin in the chair, and Sheng Nan turned his head and called him, "Give me the salt pot."

Nomad handed over the salt, squatted on the ground again, and pulled the chestnuts in the fire with a stick.

Mo Lingfeng took off Wu Jin's cloak and took off his hat: "Eat a little hot porridge and then sleep, you can sleep for three hours, don't worry."

She didn't lose weight from the struggle in Kyoto, she turned around and grabbed a handful of chestnuts from the ground, peeled a few for Wu Jin, and said with a radiant expression: "The emperor was almost angry with us, which shows that he has no tolerance."

Wu Jin smiled slightly at the word "we", chewed lactose and swallowed it, and twisted a chestnut in his hand: "If Your Majesty has the capacity to accommodate people."

, even Mingjun, you don't need me to die, and you don't need to plan here."

The plan he thought was still in the military intelligence section, but he didn't know that Mo Lingfeng was like a devil, his methods were fierce and neat, and under the defenselessness of everyone, he turned Kyoto upside down.

In a blink of an eye, the hot porridge came out of the pot, and the dried meat thrown in it was already soft, Sheng Nan put a bowl of it and put it in front of Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng pushed it to Wu Jin, took another bowl by himself, took the spoon and turned it around, scooping a spoonful and sending it to his mouth.

Wu Jin hurriedly stretched out his hand to block Mo Lingfeng's wrist: "Hot."

With this move, he almost broke his breath in pain, but his face did not change, and he withdrew his hand with a smile: "The porridge must be cool when it is just out of the pot, otherwise it will burn against the throat."

Mo Lingfeng put down the spoon, propped his elbows on the table, and said, "Listen to you, you have now added a general sentence, and you can manage me, a general in Kuanzhou."

Wu Jin smiled: "It turns out that he is still an official, so it seems that the King of Wei is not going to be a vassal."

Mo Lingfeng stood up, bent over, and pressed his lips to Wu Jin's ear: "He's going to die."

Wu Jin's eyes were dimmed, and Mo Lingfeng's breath hit him like a tsunami, he couldn't help but close his eyes, his face turned red, and at the same time he felt that he had escaped from the murderous world of Kyoto, and returned to the familiar chaotic world headed by the Mo family.

It is also a world with her, wind and light.

Mo Leaf was about to retreat, but he whispered, "Don't move."

Mo Leaf stopped suspiciously, moved back slightly, and faced him face to face.

Wu Jin looked at her black hair, although it was just a bun, but it was also like a cloud, looking at her face, skin like snow, looking at her eyes, bright as sparks, and when she looked down, she saw that her right earlobe was red and swollen, as if she was going to get chilblains.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently knead her earlobe, then his palm went up, caressing her face, his thumb gently rubbing his cheeks, and then up, caressing her neatly combed bun.

This is the little girl he loves.

"I'm getting chilblains, do you have a universal ointment?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Just go home."

The pain in Wu Jin's body was like a dose of good medicine, which quietly subsided, and he said happily, "Don't talk nonsense about King Wei."

Mo Lingfeng's eyebrows flew and danced back: "He is to be the envoy of the festival, the emperor has delegated power to the state of Kuanzhou, and the festival degree envoy is worthy of the name."

When Wu Jin heard this, he praised him sincerely: "Awesome."

Twenty years after returning to Yuanzhang, Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng, who were worried about the future, Cheng Taishan, who avoided talking about political affairs, and Wang Yunsheng, who was domineering and greedy, who would have thought that Mo Lingfeng could grow to this point?

At that time, Mo Lingfeng was still a child who loved sweetness, he had a toothache at every turn, and his temperament was uncertain, and only one Cheng Ting could tolerate her one or two, only the courage was as big as ever, and a small person could run to Xiongshan Temple.

Now her smile is completely different from the past, he can't tell which one is better, maybe both are good, because he loves them all.

He scooped up the porridge and took a sip, hot but not hot, and said, "Drink quickly."