Wu Jin has been paying attention to Mo Lingfeng's expression.

Mo Lingfeng's eyes were straight, his teeth creaked, and his fingernails were pinched into his palms, Wu Jin immediately got up, walked to her, held her right hand, and snatched the chopsticks out of her hand.

Then he moved the chair with him, and made her turn around, facing him, one hand pressing the back of her head, pressing her hideous face into his arms.

Mo Lingfeng struggled fiercely, and an evil fire in her body desperately jumped up, turning into a gluttonous mouth, devouring her soul, tearing her reason, rushing out of her shell, and eyeing the whole world.

The hatred of the Mo family continued on the new emperor Zhao Zhan - this is a conspiracy of the entire Heavenly Family that has lasted for hundreds of years, leaving no piece of armor for the Mo family, until the moment when Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng, there was a counterattack, and the new emperor naturally couldn't get out of it.

Wu Jin didn't let go of her, he pressed her head and used his calmness to suppress her madness.

Mo Lingfeng no longer struggled, lying in his arms with his face sideways, still trembling with grief and anger, and his voice was hoarse for no reason: "Wu Jin, I'm really unwilling."

Wu Jin patted her, "It doesn't matter, soon they will be afraid of you, just as you were afraid of him before."

Mo Lingfeng's fingers tightly grasped Wu Jin's sleeve, and her mind turned over those terrifying years, Mo Qianlan built a barrier to separate her from the bloody killing, so that she even had vague memories.

On the contrary, Mo Qianlan's words in Kyoto are deep in the bone marrow, and as long as she closes her eyes, she can imagine Mo Qianlan's isolation, fear and dazedness in Kyoto, and the feeling of near-death when she was shattered.

She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, the tip of her nose filled with the fresh and clean scent of soaphorn, slowly soothing her chaotic thoughts.

Wu Jin let go of her hand, wiped the sweat beads from her sideburns, squatted down, held her cheeks with both hands, and looked up at her, her cheeks were flushed, sweat was like rain, but her lips were pale and her eyes were scattered.

He hurriedly reached out and touched her left side of her waist.

The coat was dry, and he pressed his palm down slightly, and soon felt the palm of his hand get wet, and the coat also leached with a little blood.

"The wound is open," he got up decisively and looked at Yin Nan, "Did you bring the wound medicine?"

Yin Nan nodded.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his eyelids, supported the armrests of the chair with both hands and stood up: "It's okay, I'll go back."

Wu Jin slapped her down, watched Yin Nan take out the knife wound medicine he was carrying, picked up the copper basin and walked out, and soon brought back a basin of hot water, stuffed a roll of white muslin in his sleeve, and hooked a pot of wine on his fingers: "Does it hurt?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

She untied her clothes and lifted the left side of her clothes, revealing the bandaged wound on her waist, the blood stains on the wound were bright red, and it was still leaking out little by little.

Her chaotic mind forgot that there was a marriage certificate between them, but she was calm in the face of Wu Jin's gaze, because they knew each other, there was no transfer, there was no need to twist, and Wu Jin's eyes were never blasphemous.

Wu Jin took scissors from the cubicle, burned them on the oil lamp, walked to Mo Lingfeng and squatted down, and carefully cut the thick layer of fine cloth with scissors.

Throwing the blood-stained cloth into the bucket, he got up and soaked the handkerchief, wrung it out, folded it back, and began to wipe it from around the wound.

The wound was an inch long, and it was caused by the blade of the golden sword splitting the armor and cutting through the flesh, and at this time, the wound cracked open and became a big grinning mouth, rolling a circle of whitish flesh, which was extremely hideous.

Wu Jin wiped the wound around, revealing her snow-white waist and abdomen, she was so white and soft, she was once pampered, and the oily skin was never broken a little, but the injuries were one after another, and she was calm.

Wash the handkerchief, pour the wine, and gently press the wound, Mo Lingfeng gasped, Wu Jin put his hand more lightly, and after wiping it, sprinkled Li Yiti's special knife wound medicine, and then wrapped it around with a muslin cloth and tied it tightly.

He got up and put the handkerchief into the copper basin, went out to change the basin of hot water, wrung out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads from Mo Leaf: "According to the news from Kyoto, the edict of the Privy Council will arrive tomorrow, do you want to receive the edict in the palace or outside the fortress?"

Mo Lingfeng fastened his coat, muttered for a moment, and replied, "The fortress."

Wu Jin nodded: "I also think the fortress is good, soldiers and you

From birth to death, I can empathize with the edict even more."

He asked Mo Leaf to turn around, face the table and chair, give her a steamed cake, let her eat something, Mo Leaf took it in his hand, only ate two bites, and shook his head.

The smell of wine dissipated, her belly was full of worries, and she felt sleepy again, so she got up and said to Wu Jin, "I'll go back and go to the fortress early tomorrow morning."

"I'll send you." Wu Jin got up to get the crane and shook it off in front of Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng put his arm into his sleeve, smoothed the placket, bent down to pick up the lying rabbit, strangled it on his forehead, and walked out with his hands in his sleeves.

Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan came on horseback, Wu Jin did not alarm the stable, let Yin Nan and Mo Lingfeng ride together, rode one by himself, and went to Mo Mansion together.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped at the Mofu Corner Gate, Wu Jin turned over and dismounted, stretched out his hand to help Mo Lingfeng down, and said in a low voice: "The wound must not be careless, and you must be extra careful in your actions."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, with a lonely look on his face, and walked to the door, Yin Nan followed closely behind, reaching out to push open the corner door.

"Leaf." Wu Jin stopped her, stepped forward in three steps and two steps, stretched out his hand to push Yin Nan who opened the door into the door, and at the same time, the other hand held the back of Mo Lingfeng's head, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

He let go of his hand: "Don't be afraid."

Mo Leaf suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, hooked him bent down, his lips pressed against his lips, his tongue curled over his tongue, teeth touched his teeth, the tip of his nose scraped over the tip of his nose, and the wheezing sound was lingering and compassionate, which was particularly clear in the dark night.

Wu Jin hugged Mo Lingfeng's back and held her tightly in his arms, his ape back and bee waist just wrapped her slender and delicate, two bodies

Stick tightly together.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, smiled, didn't speak, and walked into the corner door, Yin Nan came out with a gray face, glared at Wu Jin fiercely, led the horse in, and closed the door with a "snap".

Wu Jin stood motionless, and after a while, the blood rushed to his head, and his face turned red, all the way to his neck.

He took a step back, stumbling on one leg on the stone toad, and staggered several steps before he steadied himself.

He raised his hand and gently wiped his lips with his fingers, his fingers seemed to be burned, and his heart was beating wildly, and the whole person was in high heat, and even the breath exhaled was trembling.

He turned around and walked towards the prefect's yamen, walking faster and faster, and finally rushed into the door.

Wu's mother has been hanging her heart since Wu Jin went out, and she couldn't sleep, when she heard Wu Jin coming back, she hurriedly opened the door, and saw that Wu Jin had lost her usual stability, panting, and her head was tilted to one side, startled: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Wu Jin stopped, tried her best to calm her heartbeat, and replied, "Ah Niang, it's okay, I'm in a hurry."

He hurried back to the east room, took off his hat and threw it on the table, tore off his coat, put it on the back of his chair, and sat down in front of the oil lamp that had not yet been extinguished.