Cheng Ting was preoccupied and got into the water pavilion - the water pavilion was covered with curtains on three sides, and on the side that went in and out, two curtains were hung, separated by "eight characters", and a set of tables and chairs, a smoker, a charcoal basin, and an old dog were placed inside.

He sat opposite Mo Lingfeng, a dog, picked up the tea that his subordinates had just served, and drank it all.

There was a stewed rock sugar pear water on the table, and he turned to ask the next person, "Is there a pear-stew kitchen?"

As soon as the subordinate was about to answer, Mo Lingfeng said, "I don't eat, Wu Jin can't eat, you eat."

Cheng Ting shouted fat sea and picked up the pear water: "I don't eat it, I want Hui Ran to eat a little."

He turned around and carefully handed it to the fat sea who rushed over, and the fat sea hurriedly held it, took small steps to the kitchen to change it into a pottery urn, and put it out in a food box.

Mo Lingfeng looked away from the candy box and asked, "How many more months?"

"Two months," Cheng Ting ate a hawthorn stick, "The big name hasn't been taken yet, and the little name is Ah Yan."

The big yellow dog "tsk" twice, obviously sneering at the name Ah Yan.

He kicked the big yellow dog lightly and looked at Wu Jin, "Is today a little better than yesterday?"

Wu Jin leaned back in the chair and rested her hands on the armrests of the chair to relieve the pain of insects and ants in her abdomen: "It's much better."

Mo Lingfeng turned his head to look at his forehead: "Li Yitian said that you can't sweat, is it hot?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "I didn't move, I won't sweat."

Cheng Ting frowned at Mo Lingfeng: "Let's go, let's build a snowman for Wu Tong."

Mo Lingfeng saw that he had something to say, so he got up and went out of the water pavilion to build the snowman that was already half built.

Cheng Ting saw that the distance was far enough, and immediately approached Mo Lingfeng's side and said, "You knew that Wu Jin was back, and you brought Zeer back, you have a snack, no girl's family did this!"

Mo Le Feng was surprised: "You see that?"

Cheng Ting raised a snowball and stacked it on a snowdrift: "I'm not blind! Wu Jin is still sick, you must know that you are empathetic and don't fall in love, and you can't get up in anger."

"I'm not empathetic."

"That's not good, you think that if Wu Jin is in Kyoto, she will also find a little girl like you, grinding ink and adding fragrance, what do you think? Do you have to be angry too?"

Mo Lingfeng was silent for a while: "Then he must be very lonely."

Cheng Ting's mouth was full of words, and he swallowed it back suddenly.

At that time, it seemed that it was when Wu Jin went to Kyoto and he went to Jeju.

My uncle is sick again, and she should be so lonely when she goes to the battlefield and goes home alone.

After a while, he planted a branch in the scribbled snowman: "It's good that Wu Jin didn't see it, otherwise my heart would have been broken for you."

"I see."

"No way, he doesn't look in the mirror, how does he know what he looks like."

Mo Lingfeng glanced at Cheng Ting, who looked like he was naturally coquettish but innocent in his heart, and just wanted to tell him that Wu Jin was dressed properly and looked at the bronze mirror every day, when he heard Cheng Ting shouting like a donkey.

The two looked up and saw that Zell had come out of nowhere and was talking to Wu Jin in the water pavilion.

Zell stood straight, even with strokes on his face, Wu Jin sat still, looked up at him, and listened to his long list of Qiang words before speaking slowly.

Cheng Ting hurriedly dragged Mo Lingfeng to the water pavilion, stretched out his palm, and pushed Zeer's head around: "Zeer, you Qiang people love to drink, I have good wine at home, go, go to my house to drink."

Zell's face crumbled into a heap under his palm, struggling to turn around.

He deliberately raised his eyebrows at Wu Jin's face: "Don't thank me, you two have a good conversation."

He pushed Zell with all his might, and then turned his head to call the big yellow dog: "Second dog, go home."

The big yellow dog panted and stood up, rubbed at Cheng Ting's feet, Cheng Ting bent down and picked it up, and walked away with the dog in one hand and Zeer in the other.

Mo Lingfeng sat back and put his two hands that were cold and red next to the brazier to warm up: "What did he say to you?"

"Speaking of his gods," Wu Jin looked at her hand, her fingers slender and slender

, his fingertips are pink, like flowers spreading, "And his mother, his mother is Han, but he thinks that he belongs to the Qiang people, belongs to the gods of heaven and earth, and has nothing to do with the Han people, and he doesn't like the Han people."

He sighed silently.

Mo Lingfeng said, "His mother is already dead, and my father told me to kill him."

Wu Jin's voice gradually lowered: "I have an aunt who married a Qiang acquaintance, and disappeared with the Qiang people two years later, and my father and mother pay tribute to her every year, maybe yes, maybe not, he didn't say his mother's name."

He looked at a purple robe that Mo Lingfeng was wearing today, in the past, she wore goose yellow, grass green, and pollen, but in the past two years, she has worn purple and red.

On the purple dress, the gold and silver threads were embroidered with intricate patterns, and the snow and sky light penetrated through the curtains, shining the patterns into a ghostly light, and her eyes, collar, and the corners of her clothes were all shining brightly, eclipsing everything around her.

Mo Lingfeng thought for a moment, "You don't need to know, he is a Qiang person, and his soul does not belong here, which only adds to his troubles...... What did you say to him?"

Wu Jin's voice quietly cooled: "I asked him when he was captured, and he still didn't answer."

Mo Leaf thought for a moment, "Last May."

She was about to retract her warm hand, but Wu Jin suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, and then grabbed her waist and brought her into her arms.

Mo Lingfeng sat down on his lap, and when he was startled, he hurriedly asked, "Does it hurt?"

She struggled to get up, but Wu Jin endured the sharp pain in her internal organs under the turmoil, and lowered her voice: "Don't move."

His cold hand grabbed Mo Lingfeng's wrist hard, almost crushing her bones, the smell of agarwood attached to her clothes, gentle and quiet, attacked her, she hung her head, a heartbeat of horror, and even a sense of pain.

"Last May, Leaf, what were you going to do with me at that time?"

His internal organs were as if they had been burned by fire - even if Mo Lingfeng was alone, he would not easily allow a prey to enter her life.

He clasped her waist with one hand and grasped her hand with the other: "Your letter has been a few words since last March, are you going to alienate me in your heart, or give up on me?"

Mo Lingfeng "buzzed" in his head, kept his face, looked up at Wu Jin's face, Wu Jin's face was thick in the smoke of incense, his face was narrow, the lines were clear, the bridge of his nose was high, and there was only a little sadness hidden in his eyes.

She subconsciously replied, "No."

Wu Jin said, "Really?" Playing in the blue wave pool, surrounded by nets on all sides; Thinking about it, I turned over and came out, and I was miserable and sad when I went to Quanguan, it turned out that Guanyin was pointing me, didn't I?"

Although he asked, he didn't need to answer, Mo Lingfeng's sincerity was hidden in the thousands of miles of running, hidden in the killing of the king of Jiyang County, his lips were printed on her forehead: "Although I am as happy as I am, you don't want to take someone else for me, I don't feel good."

His lips fell on Mo Lingfeng's forehead, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his red lips, the green smoke outside his body, the tea was as thick as wine, and the sugar was as sweet as honey.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng got up and sat down, took out the Xun and blew a song, his lips pressed on the cold Tao Xun, and the breath came out of the hole, making a "whimper", blowing away the indulgent breath in the water pavilion.