Blood dripped down Wu Jin's hair, a stone crossed his head, the air was filled with blood, he was tightly held in Mo Lingfeng's arms, a little light through the dust, incredibly drilled into his heart, let him feel the cool wind in this mess, and the softness of Mo Lingfeng's heart.

He looked down at her, Danfeng's eyes were slightly drooping, there were red marks at the end of his eyes, there was a stunned and lonely appearance of a child after being greatly frightened, he stretched out his hand with a broken finger and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, his reason was in ashes, all the plans he had set up for the great cause were rapidly deviating from the path, his knowledge, her wealth, their past and future were all dispensable, and all efforts could not resist the heartbeat of the moment.

The word "good" was about to come out, but he soon noticed that Mo Lingfeng's expression changed, he woke up from his daze, his eyes were clear, and his mind began to calm down, and he knew that this joy was short-lived.

His hot heart suddenly froze.

Restraining his untimely emotions, he moved his hand lightly and said in a low voice: "It's okay, let's talk about these things later, deal with it here first." ”

The three of them helped each other to stand up, Wu Jin was spinning in front of his eyes, he held back the pain in his fingers, and looked at the ruins, and saw that there were still a few living people who struggled to crawl out, and they were not blown to pieces.

The people in the knife work were all alarmed, shouting and rushing here, settling the people who survived the luck in the knife work, Mo Lingfeng scrubbed his face, patted the dust that rolled out, and sat in the chair and drank tea with a tea cup.

The tea had been cooled, just in time for today's heat and chaos, and she had reshaped her soul as hard as iron in this coldness, reverting to indifference and solemnity, and considering the words of marriage.

She can't get married.

What Mo Qianlan did for her was not to get her married - the surname on her body would be overshadowed by marriage, and it would be Mrs. Wu who would be replaced.

A Mrs. Wu with a record of achievements, the world will automatically hide her light behind Wu Jin and let Wu Jin replace her.

My brother is right, you have to control your heart.

She looked at Wu Jin, Wu Jin's left little finger was broken, and the Lingnan forging master in the knife work bandaged him with a small branch, revealing a side face, Mo Lingfeng saw that he combed his messy hair in a short period of time, without a head, and used a branch as a hairpin to tie his hair bun.

He noticed Mo Lingfeng's gaze and looked up and smiled at her, as if he understood her thoughts.

Mo Lingfeng looked away and suppressed the thoughts that kept breeding—if she went to get married, she would be self-inflicted.

Chang Long stood aside, unscathed from drinking ice and pooping in the woods, leading his only five remaining veterans to stand at the door, waiting for the fate.

He looked at these grizzled soldiers, and his heart couldn't help but feel sadness.

Mo Lingfeng put down the teacup, stared at Chang Long, distinguishing the emotions on his face, the thoughts in his mind slowly turned, remembering the word "people's heart" that Wu Jin often said, and slowly knocked his fingers twice on the table: "The soldiers are all made of gunpowder due to injuries, and now they are dead, and they will also be compensated according to the death of the soldiers, you count the roster, and go to Yin Bei to send them to their families." ”

Chang Long's eyes were red, and he solemnly thanked Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng waved his hand and asked about the matter: "The spies who were arrested last night have been disposed of?" ”

Chang Long nodded: "Yin Shi was killed at three moments, and the body was buried, it can't be a spy who is making a ghost, and the general thinks that it is a problem with gunpowder." ”

A veteran didn't dare to look up at Mo Lingfeng, and lowered his head to inform the situation: "We increased the weight of saltpeter and sulfur in the earth-shaking thunder, reduced the amount of arsenic, and added two kinds of silver powder to it. ”

Wu Jin asked, "Didn't start the fire?" ”

The veteran shook his head.

Wu Jin asked again: "Is there any newly added silver powder in the medicine puppet?" ”

The veteran nodded: "It's just that we want to add it when there is one in the medicine puppet." ”

Wu Jin pondered for a moment and said: "These two kinds of silver powder can increase the power of gunpowder, but if you add more, there will be no fire and spontaneous combustion. ”

He thought for a while: "Huzhou has many medicine puppets, after I go back, let people find the master of the medicine puppets." ”

After settling down, Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng went down Hengshan, rode back to the city, and then returned to Mofu together.

It was getting late, Li Yitie hurried over with the medicine box, glanced at Wu Jin's fingers, and sneered: "It's okay, ten fingers, fold slowly." ”

He fiddled with the tied branches: "That's it." ”

bandaged Wu Jin casually and bruised his head, he saw Wu Jin arch his hand, turned around and left: "Don't thank you, you can't afford it, you have a long life." ”

Wu Jin sat down, the pain of his severed finger slowly hit, his arm resting on the arm of the chair like iron, he closed his eyes, opened his eyes after a while, and looked at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng kept staring at him, his eyes didn't dodge, but he was flustered, a little timid, a little overwhelmed, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but finally couldn't say it.

He cleared his throat and found that Mo Lingfeng's fingers suddenly curled up, and he wanted to get up, and forced himself to sit down.

Wu Jin stretched out his right hand, rubbed his forehead, picked up the teacup, and went down one cup of tea, so that his internal organs were ironed a little, and he didn't have to suffer together.

He thought Mo Leaf had affection for him, but he was also ashamed - she didn't care about Zell and laughed at it, but she couldn't sit still for herself.

After being silent for a long time, Wu Jin finally spoke: "You can't get married." ”

Mo Lingfeng's fingers clenched together were released, relieved, his tense body quietly relaxed, sat in the chair and leaned back, looking up at the caisson above his head, his sideburns were already drenched with sweat.

Yin Bei walked in, brought food, the two sat at a table, after eating, Shi Yuan came, Wu Jin and he talked about the workshop in the front hall for a while, wrote a letter and sent it to Huzhou, the prefect Yamen Cao Guan sent a lot of chores, he disposed of them one by one, wrote on the desk, and heard Mo Lingfeng enter the front hall.

She opened the window and let the wind blow into the house, the day was still hot, and at night there was a damp and cold vapor in the wind, the candle flame shook in the lampshade, and the tables and chairs in the front hall were darkened, and the heavier it looked.

She brought a chair and sat down side by side next to Wu Jin, the two of them touching each other's arms, their clothes intertwined.

"What are you writing about?" She craned her neck to look at the table.

Wu Jin put down his pen and pressed the rattling bamboo paper with a paperweight, and the words he wrote carefully weighed and replaced several pieces of bamboo paper.

"Marriage book."

Mo Leaf: "Huh? "Who's?" ”

Wu Jin picked up the top one, leveled her hands, and handed it to her: "Ours." ”

His hands were very hot, and the wooden strips tied to his fingers abruptly blew Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng looked down and wrote: "The marriage of the three generations, the ceremony is the same as the judgment, the two surnames are married to Jia, Wu is old, talented and foolish, early from the Magi, can ask poetry, inherit the Mo family's lady, can wear swords, can control the lion, dare to pour fast, increase the light of the sect, and tie the endless joy." ”

Wu Jin said in a low voice: "I will ask my parents to look at it and go to the prefect's yamen to use the seal, are you willing to use the seal?" ”

The child washed his lungs today and was in the intensive care unit, with four hours to spare

(End of chapter)