After noon, Mo Lingfeng went to Ertang, and learned that Mo Qianlan was resting, and there was something to leave Wu Jin here, so he detained Wu Jin and asked Yin Nan to go to Wu's house to get the decoction.

Wu Jin drank medicine, Mo Lingfeng ate cheese in an ice bowl, and after eating a bowl, he was still unsatisfied, and told Wu Jin: "Ice cheese should be eaten in winter."

Wu Jin took the tea and wiped his mouth clean: "Why?"

Mo Lingfeng said seriously: "I looked through the medical book, and it said, 'Man is connected to heaven and earth, corresponding to the sun and the moon, and ice and snow are only available in winter, so they should be eaten in winter.'"

Wu Jin listened, nodded and said, "Reasonable, so you shouldn't use ice in summer."

When Mo Lingfeng heard this, he immediately waved his hand: "People will win the day, and they can eat whenever they want."

Wu Jin couldn't help but smile: "If people are uncontrolled, they will become beasts."

The two discussed Bing once, and then discussed Wu Yi's severance document, Mo Lingfeng was about to go to see Mo Qianlan, and a subordinate came to tell him, and Mo Qianlan asked the two to come over.

Before entering the second hall, Mo Lingfeng's footsteps couldn't help but speed up, and when Wu Jin's sedan chair landed, she rushed into the courtyard with an arrow, skipped Qi Chang who was standing at the door, shouted "Brother", ran up the stone steps in three or two steps, and tripped on the threshold without paying attention, and the whole person immediately rushed forward.

"Ahh

Mo Qianlan was standing by the door, hurriedly threw away the jade staff, hugged her, and then the two fell to the ground solidly.

With a "bang", Mo Qianlan landed on the ground with his back to the ground, snorted, and his mind was spinning, his eyes were full of stars, he couldn't move, he couldn't get up, and only two hands were left to hug Mo Lingfeng tightly.

Mo Lingfeng didn't have time to catch his breath, he got up with a grunt, and knelt down to look at Mo Qianlan, who couldn't help but be frightened and his face turned three points white.

Mo Qianlan was already thin and pitiful, but now he was lying on the ground, his thick clothes pressed him, pressing him more and more into a piece of paper, the ups and downs on his body were the amplitude of his bones, his eyes were closed, and there seemed to be no breath between his mouth and nose.

"Brother?" Mo Lingfeng's voice trembled, his face changed, and his heart almost stopped beating.

Yin Bei pulled his legs over, supported the back of Mo Qianlan's head with one hand, supported his back with the other, and slowly helped him to sit up, Mo Qianlan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

Without waiting for him to catch his breath, Mo Lingfeng plunged into his arms, wrapping his hands around the pile of broken diseased bones - the physical body was already extremely fragile, and only the soul was still strong and tenacious.

"It's okay," Mo Qianlan wanted to hug her, but her body was weak, so she could only lean back, borrowing Yin Bei's hands to support Mo Lingfeng's weight, "It's okay, brother is not good, I scared you."

He reached out and patted Mo Leaf on the back.

Mo Lingfeng held back a huge panic, her soul could not reach the world, her breath was choked in her throat, and she didn't dare to speak—she was afraid, and she began to be afraid from the time Mo Qianlan greeted her at the city gate.

Mo Qianlan patted her, her heart slowly landed, and her soul came back to her senses, she took a breath intermittently, raised her head, her eyelashes were damp and became clusters, and she tightened a string: "Brother, don't die."

"I'm not dead," Mo Qianlan sat on the ground, her buttocks were cold, and her two hands took turns wiping her tears, "It's okay, I fell to death somewhere, and I'm not a porcelain person."

He didn't know that she would have so many tears, dripping and dripping, and Mo Lingfeng didn't need him to wipe them, he wrapped his neck around him, buried his head in his neck socket, crying silently, and his shoulders were wet with tears.

Mo Qianlan hugged her back with great difficulty, and turned her head to look at her wet face - it was so hot in the room, she was already sweating from her head under the fright.

"Okay, get up, Wu Jin is here," he let go of his sister, "it's cold on the ground, my brother can't sit still."

Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, revealing a messy face, and helped Mo Qianlan stand up with a hiccup, Mo Qianlan endured the pain, took out a handkerchief, wiped her face, threw the handkerchief into the copper basin on the clean rack, and he limped back.

"Wu Jin, don't be polite, sit."

Wu Jin had already walked to the door, crossed the threshold, picked up the jade staff from the ground, and handed it to Yin Bei: "It's cracked, it's better to use a wooden cane."

"Change the wooden staff," Mo Qianlan looked at Wu Jin,

He smiled, "Give you one?"

Wu Jin took off his crane, put on a hat, and sat at the end, away from the raging fires: "Thank you for your kindness, I don't need it."

Mo Qianlan nodded: "What about Liu Boyu?"

Yin Bei handed the jade staff to the others: "At the front door."

"Let him in."

Mo Qianlan beckoned to Mo Lingfeng and touched the back of her neck: "I'm sweating, I'll change my clothes and come back."

Mo Lingfeng's hot underwear was attached to his body in patches, his swollen eyes let out a "hmm", he sniffed and walked out, his face calmed down.

When she walked out of the courtyard gate, Mo Qianlan couldn't bear it anymore, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said, "Ouch" and said: "Shiheng used to laugh at Ah Yan for hugging Nianghao, but I didn't expect her to be so old, and she is still like this."

Wu Jin said: "I said, 'Raise me and raise me, take care of me and restore me, go in and out of the womb, you are like this, and her attachment heart is naturally the same.'"

Mo Qianlan looked at him thoughtfully, feeling sour and self-conscious, so he closed his mouth and stopped talking, lest as soon as he spoke, his jealousy would leak out, making people laugh, and only took out a letter that had already been written from his sleeve and asked Yin Bei to hand it to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin unfolded the letter, word by word, and read it clearly.

Mo Qianlan first delivered the Jin Yu with three million yuan, and the youngest son of the King of Jin, who was less than nine years old, went to Gaoping Village to negotiate peace, if the son of the King of Jin could let the Mo family guard Kuanzhou, the wealth of the ten states would be handed over.

He put away the letter and handed it to Yin Bei, and when it was dark in front of the door, Liu Boyu walked in cautiously, very bent and stretched, bowed to the two people in the room, and saluted.

When he learned that Mo Qianlan asked him to send a letter and money to Jinyu, his heart moved, and he almost wanted money to die, and he had a mind of three million yuan.

Mo Qianlan looked at him with a smile, he pressed down his thoughts in a creepy manner, his two eyebrows drooped down, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat: "Uncle, this matter is difficult to do, firstly, the time is in a hurry, it is difficult to deliver it on the eleventh, and secondly, the golden captives are fierce, and when they see the Han people, regardless of men, women, or children, they will kill without asking, and the villain is worried that the letter will not be delivered, and the things will be robbed first."

Mo Qianlan smiled: "Are you bargaining with me?"

"Greed is human nature," he rubbed the candy box on the table beside him, "You are a businessman, so you naturally want to make a profit in everything, and you don't want to discount your money."

He suddenly looked cold, "But you have to be qualified to bargain."

Liu Boyu's face turned white.

He knows Mo Qianlan's methods better than those officials, since Mo Qianlan became the family, in Kuanzhou, the rules of the Mo family are the rules.

"Yes, the villain will arrange it immediately."

"Three million yuan, go to the account office and withdraw it."

"Yes."

Wu Jin, who had been silent, suddenly said, "Bring back a portrait of the little prince."

The current King of Jin, who was still a weak-crowned prince ten years ago, can step on the throne of the mighty King Jing, which cannot be underestimated.

If the person who came was not the little prince of Jinyu, all the promises made in the oath of the two dynasties could not be counted, and the Mo family gave away the wealth of the ten states in vain.

Liu Boyu looked at Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan nodded: "Do it according to Wu Tong's sentence."

Liu Boyu's respect for Wu Jin immediately rose to a higher level: "Yes."