Cheng Ting moved a chair and guarded Wu Jin, facing the sky on his back, squinting for half an hour, he was fighting Jin Yu in a dream, when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of squirming, and when he opened his eyes, Wu Jin had already sat up.

"Don't move!" He rushed forward, pressed Wu Jin's shoulders with both hands, and pressed Wu Jin down at once.

Wu Jin slammed on the bed board with a "clang", almost breaking into several pieces, his hands trembled, his painful face distorted, and it took a while to recover his strength.

Cheng Ting hurriedly helped him up, probed his forehead with the back of his hand, and tried his forehead again: "It's not hot, why don't you sleep?" ”

"Pen and paper ......"

Cheng Ting teased: "You write with your feet? ”

Wu Jin laughed: "I said, you write." ”

Cheng Ting got up and first moved a square table and put it next to the bed, then brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, polished the ink and dipped it in ink, and said with a pen: "You say." ”

Wu Jin half-leaned against the wall, word by word: "Since ancient times, the emperor has ruled the world——"

Cheng Ting wrote word for word on the paper, and tried his best to write neatly and clearly.

"Since ancient times, the emperor, the world, Yao drum Shun wood, benevolent and virtuous, love and compassion for the people's lives, now the Zhao court, the emperor is arrogant, slanderous ministers, loyal ministers are difficult to stand, Zhao Zhan first ascended to the great treasure, the seat is not warm, the fake emperor left his will, destroyed the pillars, regardless of the thief border, overturned the heavy ministers, no monarch saintly, the royal road is not prosperous.

Tang Baichuan's minions of eagle dogs, fierce and sinister thieves, fighting with knives, slightly no generals, rash in advance and retreat, tyrannizing the people in order to seek miraculous feats, resulting in tens of millions of corpses, blood drifting, boiling public resentment, cold hearts in the four seas, and dust on the ancestors.

Mo Lingfeng heroine, famous in the world, raise your arms and shout, create diseases are all up, retreat from the gold captives in Kuanju, guard the border passes, solve the king's sorrows, this is loyalty, in Jeju is lonely, bravely open the city gate, save Li Shu, this is righteousness, the division of the loyal and righteous king is gathered in Wangzhou, the upper shun of the destiny of heaven, the lower should be human, all the people are united, Kuang Fu is loyal, and the history tells the world. ”

Cheng Ting put down his pen, waited for the ink of this article to dry, solemnly folded it in half, and found a sheepskin package: "Who will I send it to?" ”

Wu Jin said: "Give Shi Yuan, let the bookstore immediately open the printing and spread throughout the three states." ”

As long as Mo Lingfeng wins Wangju, the Jeju terminal can be reopened, and all the news will spread all over the world along the flowing water.

If he wins, she must win!

He closed his eyes, recuperated while thinking slowly, and after a quarter of an hour, he said to Cheng Ting: "Write another letter to your father, with a small seal, which Mr. Zhao taught." ”

The court should use a small seal when sacrificing, and Zhao Shiheng did teach it.

"Have you been taught?" Cheng Ting spread another piece of paper, his face was embarrassed, "Why don't I remember?" ”

"Taught," Wu Jin raised his chin and motioned for him to write, "the sun is falling in the grass." ”

Cheng Ting searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and really found out the impression of a small seal, wrote it down one by one, waited for the next sentence, waited for a long time, but didn't hear it, and said suspiciously: "It's gone?" ”

"It's gone."

"It's okay, just one sentence," Cheng Ting picked up the paper and showed it to Wu Jin, "Can you understand?" ”

Wu Jin looked at it, and every word was wrong, but it didn't hurt: "It's okay, your father can understand, but when your father comes back, I'm afraid he will beat you." ”

Cheng Ting was dumbfounded, put down the paper, and said in his heart that he is also a father, can he still be afraid of Cheng Taishan, this old guy?

"My mother is at home, how dare he?" He looked at the line he had written, his face full of doubts, "What kind of riddle is this in the sun falling into the grass?" ”

Wu Jin said: "You use a small seal to write a Mo character." ”

Cheng Ting picked up the pen, wrote another Mo word, stared at it for a moment, slapped his thigh, and suddenly realized: "Xia Wei!" Xia Ji compares himself to the sun! ”

Xiao Seal's Mo wrote that it was a sun falling in the grass, indicating that the emperor would be devoured by the Mo family.

Wu Jin nodded: "This sentence should also be spread in Kuanzhou." ”

Cheng Ting put away the letterhead, took a sheepskin envelope and sealed it, stuffed it into his arms, and slapped his chest with a "pop": "Ensure that women and children know." ”

"There is another thing, there is an old stonemason on Shishi Street, deaf and dumb, you go to Yin Bei, ask him to invite people to Jiusixuan, and then find a piece of half-arm-long mutton fat white jade from the Mofu treasury, with Mo Lingfeng's appearance, carve a statue of the Nine Heavens Xuannu, holding the soldier's letter rune in his left hand, and holding the "Nine Heavens Xuannu Healing Heart and Eliminating Sins True Sutra" in his right hand, sealed in the white stone with bladder glue, polished into stone eggs, buried in the Xiongshi Gorge, and washed out with the rain."

Cheng Ting wrote them down one by one, and at the same time, a stream of hot air surged up from the bottom of his heart, and the blood all over his body boiled.

The Mo family engulfed the Zhao dynasty, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu passed on the Mo Lingfeng Soldier Fu Soldier Book, and it was Wu Jin who was building momentum for Mo Lingfeng to be the king!

He couldn't wait to get out of the village, but Wu Jin didn't let him go, so he could only suppress his feelings: "The stonemasons on Shishi Street have never carved jade, and I'm afraid my craftsmanship is a little worse, do you want to go to grind jade as an invitation?" ”

"Jade is also stone, it doesn't matter," Wu Jin shook his head, "carving a statue of a god, the most rare thing is a little charm, otherwise it is useless to look like it, this old man once carved Guanyin, when my father chiseled Guanyin in Xiongshi Gorge, he was the one who pointed out." ”

Cheng Ting nodded, suddenly remembered to pour water for Wu Jin, went out and poured tea in, and fed it to Wu Jin's mouth.

After Wu Jin finished drinking tea, he put down the teacup and remembered something: "What to do with that old man?" ”

This was an extra question - doing such a secret thing would naturally kill people and kill people, but he still couldn't help but ask.

Wu Jin smiled helplessly: "You think about it carefully, he is a lonely and elderly person, and he is a stonemason, what does the Jade Xuannu statue have to do with him, even if he says it, no one believes it, killing him will cause extraneous branches." ”

Cheng Ting scratched his head: "When is the best time for the idol to rush out?" ”

Wu Jin pondered - half a month can make Tang Baichuan's evil deeds, crusade against the text, and prophecies circulate, and in another half a month, the time for the Xuannu statue to rush out is just right.

"On the sixth day of the fourth month," he told Cheng Ting: "Things are done in secret, words are defeated, remember." ”

He supported his body with his elbows and slowly lay down: "Let people send you out, when my father and mother asked, they said that everything is fine with me, don't worry." ”

Cheng Ting saw that there were soldiers outside the tent to take care of him, and Wu Jin was also urgent to explain his affairs, so he strode out, led a green horse, and asked the soldiers to lower the drawbridge and cross the river in the rain.

There was a carriage parked by the Shuo River, a paper lantern hung in front of the carriage, the fire was dim, and a drizzle was illuminated, and the coachman stood aside, feeding the horses grass.

As soon as Cheng Ting got on the suspension bridge, the carriage curtain was lifted, Xu Huiran lifted the skirt, jumped down with the car wall, and went straight to the suspension bridge.

"Hui Ran!"

Days of thrilling, fear, excitement, all kinds of emotions made him tired, and he, who had been holding on to his breath, couldn't support it at the moment he saw Xu Huiran, and almost fell to the ground.

The woman's gentle body was nestled in his arms, but the bones were unusually hard and powerful, almost becoming his bones, supporting him to stand firm and straight.

A little flash of water flashed in his eyes, and he quickly disappeared again.

"Cheng Sanye." Another man came out of the carriage, his voice trembling.

"Aunt Wu?" Cheng Ting let go of Xu Huiran, looked at Mother Wu in surprise, and then stepped forward and hugged her, "Why are you here?" ”

Wu's mother's already thin body became a piece of paper under the flickering lights. (End of chapter)