On November 13, the 32nd year of the Yuan Zhang, the emperor was filled with anger, unwillingness, hatred, regret, and all kinds of dissatisfaction, and died in the Wenzheng Palace.

On November 20, Kuanzhou held a funeral, easy to wear and not eat, Wu Fuzhong did not send sackcloth, only let the servants change into plain clothes, there was no fireworks in the kitchen, and a lot of cold food was prepared.

When the time was full, the ground was full of snow, the door of the prefect's yamen was closed, silent, the inner yamen was suddenly knocked, the door got up in a daze, rubbing his eyes, while opening the latch, the door just opened a gap, and was vigorously pushed open from the outside.

The door was defenseless, caught between the door and the wall, stunned for a moment, suddenly came back to his senses, quickly pushed the door, drilled out of the crack, and then looked out, there was no human figure in his eyes, only a white snow.

He looked back and saw two familiar figures disappear into the aisle.

"General Mo?"

When he hesitated whether to step forward to make a statement, Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan had already entered the inner house and knocked on the door of the weeping flowers.

Since the beginning of winter this year, Wu's father's health has deteriorated a lot, and he is often sick, Wu Jin lives in the east wing of the back house, and is vigilant at night, and when he hears his father's cry of pain, he gets up to give Wu's father medicine and kneading, and hugs Wu's father to relieve his hands.

Wu's mother lived in the main room, slept lightly, and woke up immediately when she heard the knock on the door, turned over and sat up, got up with her shoes on, and went out in her clothes.

She crossed the threshold and walked down the stone steps, and saw the servant woman who opened the door turned around, as if she was going to go to Wu Jin.

She hadn't seen Mo Leaf for a long time.

Mo Lingfeng's appearance here was already very abrupt, and her dress was even more amazing.

At the time of the national funeral, everyone was plain, but she was wearing a purple woven gold gown, a large group of hydrangeas on the skirt were shining, she did not wear a coat, she did not wear a mink hat, she had a snow-white lying rabbit in front of her forehead, her black hair was tied in a high bun, she wore a red gold phoenix hairpin, and the gold collar on her chest was brilliant.

Mother Wu smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and then looked at Mo Leaf's cheeks flushed and her eyes moistened, presumably she came from drinking.

It's really inappropriate to dress like this during the national mourning period, and come late at night to drink, Wu Jin is a state official, if others gossip, it will be harmful to his reputation.

She hesitated, wanting to lure Mo Lingfeng to the guest room, but she was aggressive and there was nothing negotiable.

Mo Lingfeng saw that she had been silent for a long time, and said concisely: "Auntie, I see Wu Jin." ”

Wu Mu said cautiously: "General Mo, it's so late, can you be early in the morning."

The door of the east wing room "creaked" open, interrupting Wu's mother's words, Wu Jin was dressed neatly, strode to the door of the hanging flower, saw Wu's mother pulling her shoes, her frozen fingers stiffened, and hurriedly said: "A-Niang, now that the national funeral is in progress, the situation has changed, General Mo must be important to come late at night, it's cold, you go to sleep, don't worry." ”

He looked at the servant woman: "Send A-Niang back to rest, light a fire in the kitchen to make tea, and send it to my house." ”

The servant didn't dare to raise her head, and helped Wu's mother to walk back to the main room, Wu's mother turned her head to look at Wu Jin, and saw that Wu Jin's expression was a rare stretch, her posture was calm, and even her shoulders were no longer tight, and her heart couldn't help but stagnate.

She rarely saw Wu Jin like this.

Wu Jin seems to have been born old and heavy, his shoulders have grown from immature to wide, from carrying bread to now taking on the responsibility of a state, and there has never been a time of relaxation.

She was reluctant, but after all, she took a step forward and said no more.

Wu Jin took Mo Lingfeng to the East Wing.

When the Cheng family lived in the prefect's yamen, it was lively everywhere, but now the excitement has faded, and the east wing has become a cold and square scene.

Two wooden screens divide the east chamber into two, the sleeping place is in the compartment, and a raw silk screen is placed in front of the bed, which is not stained with pen and ink, and the clothes and neatly placed shoes are faintly visible in the wind behind the screen.

Outside the corner of the wall at a clean shelf, there is a copper basin, the handkerchief is straight, folded on the crossbar, next to the bamboo smoked cage, a set of square tables, the tray on the table buckles a set of tea cups, an oil lamp, under the table there is a copper brazier, the fire chopstick leans on the table legs, a basket of charcoal is placed next to the chair.

Wu Jin asked Mo Lingfeng to sit down, blew on the fire fold, lit the oil lamp, tucked up the corner of his clothes, squatted down with a fire chopstick, stabbed the charcoal fire, and took out a few pieces of good charcoal from the broken charcoal and put them into the brazier.

The servant woman brought hot tea, Wu Jin put down the fire, got up and took the teapot: "I'll pour it, you go to the kitchen and get some food." ”

"Yes." The servant woman turned and went out.

Mo Lingfeng sat in the chair, her eyes drooping, she knew that she had drunk too much, so that her body and mind were uncontrollable, the person had already sat down, but her feet were still fluttering, her spirit was scattered, and the stars fell to the ground, like water, no matter how she held it, she couldn't hold it.

But she wanted to drink.

Wu Jin poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of Mo Lingfeng, the heat was surging, and Mo Lingfeng suddenly said, "He's dead." ”

The charcoal fire "peeled", splashed sparks, burst into flames, and baked warmth under the cold wind.

Wu Jin saw that she was dressed in a festive and grand manner, and nodded: "Yes, take a sip of tea." ”

Mo Lingfeng picked up the teacup, took two sips, and when he put it down, his eyes flashed with a little excitement, revealing a smile, and his voice raised: "He's dead!" ”

Wu Jin didn't laugh along, but showed a look of worry, drinking tea while watching Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng's eyes were a little "stunned", he leaned forward with his waist hunched, his elbows on the table, his ten fingers crossed against his mouth and nose, there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and the lying rabbit on his forehead was also soaked with sweat.

It was freezing cold, and her sweat was forced out by wine.

Wu Jin pondered the knife wound on her waist - looking at the sitting posture, the back injury recovered very well, and the old arrow wound showed no signs of attack, but she drank too much.

"The lying rabbit is relieved, it's wet and uncomfortable, I'll dry it for you."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, raised his hand to untie the sleeping rabbit from the back of his head, handed it to Wu Jin, Wu Jin took it in his hand, went to the side of the clean rack to get a bamboo smoked cage, put it on the charcoal basin, and put the sleeping rabbit on it to bake.

The servant woman brought a plate of steamed cakes, a plate of flower cakes, an urn of mutton, and a dish of vegetables from a food box, and placed them on the table, and placed the dishes and chopsticks neatly, and withdrew without squinting.

Wu Jin got up and closed the door, and scooped a bowl of mutton for Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng ate half a bowl with chopsticks, the great joy in his heart gradually fell, and the smell of wine dissipated a lot.

She exhaled a breath of white air, and a damp cloud rose in her heart, squeezing into her internal organs, flooding her mouth and nose, bringing a spicy and bitter taste, and a pain that had nowhere to vent pierced her body like a needle, everywhere, with a tingling pain.

The emperor should be damned.

But how could he die so happily?

He should be seriously ill, and he is getting thinner and thinner under the torture of illness, and he is not in human shape!

It should call the heavens and the earth!

You should watch the dynasty decline, and you can't afford to return to the sky!

The sins that my brother has suffered should be inflicted on him a hundredfold or a thousand times, so that his life is worse than death!

She stared at the dishes on the table, unaware of the hand she was gripping the chopsticks, her joints blue and bulging, and beads of sweat began to trickle down her sideburns, over her jaw, and into her neck.

The child was discharged from the hospital, life returned to order, and renewal returned to normal