The kitchen was immediately quiet only the sound of drinking porridge, and all four of them added bowls, and the whole body was comfortable, the cold suddenly disappeared, and their hands and feet warmed up.

Wu Jin's limbs and veins were no longer cold and stagnant, and the pain in his lungs eased slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh, "I can sleep peacefully."

Mo Lingfeng ate a few chestnuts, patted his black hands, and went to his waist to untie the Xun bag: "I'll blow it to you."

Wu Jin saw that her eyelids were heavy, and she quickly got up, took off the cloak from the back of the chair and tied it: "It's too late today, go to sleep."

For him, in fact, there are still many things that are not clear, but there is no need to ask at this time, and Xun does not have to listen at this time.

They had countless days and nights to talk and listen, and he was not in a hurry.

He took a step, and as soon as he took a step, he staggered forward.

Nomad Muqing threw down the chestnut in his hand, stepped forward and grabbed him, Mo Lingfeng jumped up and rushed to Wu Jin, seeing his face flushed, he knew that he had been sitting for too long, upright for too long, and tired.

"Xiaoyou carries you." She picked up the mink hat on the table and put it on his head, Sheng Nan hurriedly stepped forward to open the door and decisively let them out.

The three of them walked back silently.

There was no leakage, no flickering lights, the branches of the ancient trees were jagged, the leaves were falling, the tips of the branches were crushed by the snow, and they fell to the snow, making a light and muffled sound, making the night more and more quiet.

Wu Jin crouched on the back of the nomadic Qing, looking sideways at Mo Lingfeng, who was striding meteors.

The sound of heavy snow swallowing, heavy snow eroding light, heavy snow hiding, the whole world is at a loss, only they are left walking here.

In the simple firewood room, Qi Chang was lying on the wooden plank, heard the "crunch" sound of leather boots stepping on the snow, raised his head, reached out to grab the window edge, and looked out from the hole.

He saw Wu Jin on the back of Nomad Muqing, and just wanted to speak, but when he saw Mo Lingfeng walking on the side, he closed his mouth again and buried his head.

Losing his identity and status, he immediately became sensitive and alert, lest he take a wrong step and fall into the abyss.

His eyes can distinguish between good and evil in people, and see who can flatter, who can be perfunctory, and who cannot offend, this is the eyesight that he has cultivated since he was a beggar.

From participating in the Autumn Festival to speaking at the Hanlin Academy, in just a few years, it was like a dream, and after waking up from the dream, the sage book was useless to him, and his eyesight was what he relied on to survive.

So when he saw Mo Lingfeng, he immediately stopped and shrank back.

Mo Leaf can't be provoked.

If he wants to survive in Kuanzhou, the only one he can rely on is Wu Jin - if Mo Lingfeng wants to kill him, then Wu Jin is the only person who can influence Mo Lingfeng.

He covered himself with a quilt, his hands and feet were frozen and he was almost unconscious, his heart sank into the ice cave, beating weakly, and he thought, "Will Wu Jin save me?"

The snow fell for two hours, and the sky turned from dark to blue, and the Mo family army got up stumbling, quickly dressed and washed, and lined up in front of the pavilion.

The King of Wei and his entourage dragged on, although the guards had been assembled, they were groggy, yawning, and in high spirits, and they did not see the King of Wei and his inner servants.

Mo Lingfeng stood in front of the gate of the pavilion, holding a two-folded horse whip in his right hand, struck it three times in the palm of his hand, and said to Xiao Dou: "Tell King Wei to wait for him for a moment, and if he doesn't come after a moment, don't pass by."

Xiao Dou was a solid eye, and he didn't change a word of Mo Lingfeng's words, and went straight to King Wei.

The war horse squirted non-stop, the horse's tail swayed lightly, and a passer-by villager was startled, did not dare to move forward, and shivered with his burden to avoid the side.

Mo Lingfeng glanced up, and suddenly saw a red color in the basket, so he stepped down the stone steps.

The snow did not reach the instep, she walked neatly, walked to the farmer, stretched out her hand to stop the villager who was about to kneel, and looked down to see that it was two baskets of jujubes.

The jujube is red in color and has a fat flesh.

She bought it with the basket, and the villager took a small piece of silver, and went to his waist in a panic to get the money bag: "Find ...... I'll count ......."

In the money bag was a string of copper plates tied tightly with cotton rope, and before he could bring it up, Mo Lingfeng had already grabbed two handfuls of jujubes and left.

Nomad Qing waved his hand: "Uncle, take the silver, it's not easy to sell dried dates on a snowy day."

He reached out and grabbed a jujube and put it in his mouth: "Yes, hard worker, pick it up to the eaves."

The villagers were very grateful, carrying the burden and putting the two baskets under the eaves, standing respectfully on the side and waiting for the order, and immediately the women's army came down one by one to get the jujubes, and the villagers quietly looked at it twice, and suddenly felt shocked, and said in their hearts: "Fang Cai is a female general!"

He hurriedly turned back to look at Mo Lingfeng, but Mo Lingfeng had already swept through the heavy snow and got into the carriage.

In the carriage, Wu Jin pushed open the window and tied up the curtains, and under the light, there was a cold aroma of grass and trees, which should have been Wu Jin chewing the willow branches.

He sat upright, in the faint light of the sky and snow, and in this short time of not bumpy, he rolled up a book, half reading and half reciting.

Mo Lingfeng saw that he was dressed in a crane, a white shirt inside, his hair was as black as ink in the dark light, meticulous, and his mink hat was placed on his side, not yet put on.

His eyebrows were calm, his demeanor was elegant, and the dust disappeared by himself, Mo Lingfeng said secretly, "It's good."

She held the red dates and smiled at Wu Jin: "Hand."

Wu Jin was fascinated, and suddenly heard her voice, startled, hurriedly put down the book, stretched out a pair of big hands, and closed them together, seeing Mo Lingfeng put a pair of small hands on top, and the dates rolled down into his palm.

She withdrew her hand: "You've lost weight."

Within a few days, he was in shape.

Wu Jin grabbed the jujube with her right hand, picked one up with her left hand and handed it to her: "Ye Shuhuai, the dean of Tunan Academy, likes the appearance of this fairy wind bone."

"It's enough to have a brother and a fairy wind bone," Mo Lingfeng didn't want the dates handed over by Wu Jin, "You take it, eat it on the road, I won't eat it."

Wu Jin put the jujube in her sleeve pocket and looked at her face carefully: "Toothache?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "A little, I ate the candy."

Then she took out the remaining two candies and handed them to Wu Jin: "Give it to you."

Wu Jin took it in his hand and stored it separately from the jujube, and couldn't help but smile: "How did you rescue me?"

"The people want to do it, and they don't need me to save it."

Wu Jin knew that when the court was as quiet as a snowy night on the surface, there was an undercurrent surging, such as if it was all in the mud today, what kind of treacherous things should it be in the dark?

The so-called people's hearts may be able to shake the courtiers and the government, but it cannot shake the emperor's hatred for him.

He can sit in the carriage, what does Mo Lingfeng use to make the emperor obey?

He didn't have to ask, and the answer would emerge later.

Mo Lingfeng was about to ask him if he was hungry when he heard the sound of "coming, coming" outside, and then there was a chaotic sound of footsteps.

"King Wei." Mo Lingfeng grimaced, withdrew from the carriage, put his face on his face, and quickly stepped forward to welcome King Wei on his horse.

The sound of whips sounded endlessly, and the war horses galloped forward in pairs, leaving only the villagers who sold jujube to stand under the porch in a daze, watching the huge team leave, and finally there was only mud all left in his eyes, and the silver in his hand was enough for him to chew for more than half a year.