The wealth of the Mo family's ten states is hidden by the Shuo River, and it cannot be dug up in the cold winter.

It's just that the time is long, Kuanzhou in the beginning of the Yuan chapter to the 30th year of the Yuan chapter, there have been three serious waterlogging, the river floods, the high surge of dozens of zhang, the grassland is gone, and there has been a ground movement, the city wall 120 zhang collapsed, the wealth of the ten states has long been in the same place.

The stakes that the soldiers drove down yielded nothing.

Yin Nan came back quickly, hanging a bag of sugar triangle in one hand and a bag of cakes in the other, standing on the side of the square table, and saw that there were pen, ink, paper, inkstones, fish scale books, and tea cups stacked on the table, and there was no room to put more.

She tried to put the stack of cakes on the table, Wu Jin removed the teacup, sandwiched the bamboo paper he had drawn into the book, and vacated a large space for the palm, Yin Nan immediately put the cakes and sugar triangle on it and stood aside.

The sugar triangle was fried in oil, and it was crispy and delicious on the Mofu table, but with Mo Lingfeng running here, he experienced a wind chill, which was harder than the frozen Shuo River, and Mo Lingfeng almost broke his teeth in one bite.

She threw away the sugar triangle and went to get the bread instead.

The cake is made by the back camp, it is rumored that it will not be bad for a long time, thinner than the steamed cake, the two sides of the fried are golden, and a little hot, she bites down, pulls the cake forward with both hands, tilts her head back, after a muffled sound, the person bounces in the chair, the neck "gaba", and the brain suddenly buzzes.

She spit out a mouthful of bread from her mouth and looked at Wu Jin with a blank face: "Is this a cake or a donkey's skin?"

Then she handed it to Yin Nan: "You taste it."

Yin Nan pulled hard at the biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, Kong Wu was powerful, and he quickly swallowed it.

Wu Jin took a piece of cake, tore it into small pieces, and gave Mo Lingfeng to soak it in a tea cup: "Soak and eat."

Mo Lingfeng finished eating one with hot tea, his tired mouth couldn't close, and he reached out to rub his cheeks: "Just dig it all over the ten miles, you can always dig it."

She got up and went to the copper brazier to cover the teapot and carry the teapot, took the teacup with her left hand, and was about to pour the tea "tons and tons", Wu Jin leaned over and lifted the teapot from her hand: "I'll come."

He poured the tea, packed up the cake and the sugar triangle, put them on the copper brazier lid together, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tabletop, took out the paper he had just sandwiched in and spread it out, and put his fingertips on it: "I compared the changes on the banks of the Shuo River during the Yuanzhang period, the flood did not change much, but the changes after the earth movement changed greatly, in addition to the Yuanzhang years, we also need to find out the fish scale book after the earth movement during the Xizheng and Tianyou years."

On the paper is his drawing of the riverbank over the years.

Mo Lingfeng blew on the teacup twice, took a sip, held the teacup, bent down to look at the undulating lines on the paper, and after reading it, he looked up at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin is under the irritable conditioning of Li Yitie, her complexion is getting better, and her mink fur is on her broad shoulders and broad back, which is not cumbersome, but more long, as long as her words are a little playful and her expression is slightly moving, she is a romantic character.

But he is too upright, too old, and meticulous in his life and work, which hides a lot of style.

Wu Jin looked up: "What's wrong?"

"I think you're better."

Wu Jin smiled and cleaned up the good-looking fish scale book: "Yes, Dr. Li said that when the spring begins, you can get a needle, export the evil heat, and raise it for two years for life."

He took out a piece of bamboo paper, wrote down the year of the earth's movement during the years of Xizheng and Tianyou, and handed it to Mo Lingfeng: "That's it, it's almost over after reading it."

Mo Lingfeng put down the teacup, took the bamboo paper, smelled the faint medicinal gas on Wu Jin's body, his heart suddenly ached, his eyes were quietly moist, he turned his head loosely, and handed the paper to Yin Nan: "Let someone take it."

She lowered her head and laughed at herself: "The Mo family will hide things."

Just like her, she turned Mo Qianlan into a deep pool, hiding it in her heart, and wetting her for the rest of her life.

Wu Jin only didn't know: "Yes, hiding here, you have to be cold in winter to break ground, but in this weather, it is difficult to dig an inch down, and if you want to dig things out, people, money, and things are all indispensable."

If you are buried in other high mountains and mountains, you can't dig it today, and you can dig it again tomorrow, spring, summer, autumn and winter, you can always see things in all seasons, and you can always see things, and you can bury it to the Shuo River, but only in winter and March can you break the ground.

This time, Mo Leaf came prepared, but the treasure was not there.

For a whole day, Wu Jin nested in this room to read the fish scale book, Mo

Leaf was tortured to death by the resilient bread, and asked Yin Bei to go back to the city to get food.

At the beginning of the unitary hour, Yin Bei returned from a horse, brought three subordinates from Mofu, four food boxes, and a square table, and squeezed into the house.

"General," Yin Bei whispered to Mo Lingfeng, "the Kyoto envoy has arrived."

Mo Lingfeng glanced at Wu Jin - Wu Jin had no distractions, buried himself in the sea of books, and the fish scale book in his early years was incomplete, so he had to look for it from other places.

"Go out and talk." Mo Lingfeng took Yin Bei out.

The snow stopped, and the sky became a gentle and thin blue, like a veil, covering the people, and turning dark little by little.

"Who's coming?"

"The eunuch surnamed Zhang, who lives in Hou Fuzhong's mansion, went to our mansion to report the letter."

"Did you go to the Judgment Mansion?"

"Go, Wu Yi went to deliver the letter, shall we go back to the city now?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Hang him and don't let him go out of the city."

"Yes."

She turned around and went inside, dug Wu Jin from the book mountain to the table, ate two vegetarian buns, tofu, and winter bamboo shoots, Wu Jin ate an urn of rotten mutton soup, and sat back on her butt.

The candle fire was lit in the house, the sky was completely dark, Wu Jin fumbled for the teacup, drank it all - there were only a few drops of cold water left in the teacup, he wet his lips, put down the teacup, said nothing, and continued to go through the ten years of Tianyou's government and county chronicles.

Mo Lingfeng poured hot water for him, handed the empty kettle to Yin Nan, Yin Nan smashed a layer of ice floe on the wooden barrel, scooped a scoop of ice water, poured it into the pot, and with a "click", the teapot cracked in half in response.

Xiao Dou jumped over ten steps away and greeted Yin Nan with a cold greeting.

Yin Bei closed his eyes, rolled his huge eyes in his heart, secretly cursed "idiot", took a deep breath, walked to Yin Nan's side, raised his foot, and made a gesture to kick Xiao Dou, Xiao Dou was inconvenient to use force against the future eldest brother, so he ran away, ran out for more than ten steps, and slipped back: "Brother Bei, are we still digging tonight?"

"Get out!" Yin Bei snatched the gourd scoop from Yin Nan's hand, turned around and ordered someone to fetch another teapot, and at the same time motioned for Yin Nan to get out of the house together.

It was louder.

It was louder.

It's louder when it's ugly.

The lights in the house were not extinguished, the soldiers of the five capitals took turns to patrol, sleeping separately, Yin Bei and Yin Nan rested back and forth, and Mo Lingfeng guarded Wu Jin, motionless.

The night was not quiet, the footsteps of the soldiers were heavy, the snow made a loud noise under their feet, and the bonfire made the sound of firewood collapsing from time to time.

Mo Lingfeng said: "It's more than half the ugly."

Wu Jin got up in disbelief: "When there is movement in the city, drive the pile again."

His eyes were bloodshot: "Twenty miles to the east, five miles to the north."

He took a step forward: "I'll take a break......

Before he finished speaking, he fell forward, and Mo Lingfeng stepped forward and caught him with open arms: "Wu Jin!"

Wu Jin's head was lying in her neck socket, her hands hung weakly on her sides, her two long legs were half-kneeling on the ground, Mo Lingfeng was hit by his weight and took two steps back, his back against the square table, and at the same time he heard him breathing long, as if he was tired and fell asleep.

She wrapped her arms firmly around him, and her heart suddenly fell silent.

Luckily, there's him.