The subordinate left in response, Cheng Ting's already hungry chest was pressed against his back, he picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of elm money cake with chopsticks, stuffed his brain into his mouth, his cheeks bulged, his eyes were forced to open wide, and he cooperated with chewing.

After eating two pieces of bread in a row, he mixed the rice with whitebait, one bite after another, and ate the rice, and the surging appetite slowly subsided, and he was able to eat like a person.

He remembered that there were two other people in the house, so he took chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of mutton with chopsticks between them.

The next person brought another bowl of cherry cheese, and at the same time, he observed the words and added a dish of donkey meat in sauce and a dish of fragrant chicken.

Cheng Ting ate a chopstick smoked pig's head meat, put down the chopsticks and picked up the spoon, ate a spoonful of cherry cheese, and then patted the spring wine mud seal, one person poured out a good wine, picked up the wine cup, and did it first as a respect.

He held the wine cup, ate and drank, drank and talked, and saluted Cheng Taishan's colleagues while talking, without delay.

Colleague Wu Jin couldn't resist, hurriedly ate water and rice, drank six or seven in a row, and a jar of spring wine quickly bottomed out.

The cups and plates on the table were messy, Cheng Ting got up with his stomach up, opened the door and walked out - the rain was extremely happy, and the porch was wet, he asked his subordinates to send mud clogs and coats and hats, dressed properly, and as soon as one foot stepped on the verandah, the drizzle of light that was split by the pillars and eaves of the porch fell straight on him.

He turned his head to look into the room—the two of them were sitting steadily, smiling, only a stone's throw away from him, but the chasm in between them was beginning to see the bottom, and would soon become a moat.

He thought of Cheng Taishan's words after beating him and teaching him: "You rely on your father for the first half of your life, and rely on your friends for the second half of your life, you are blessed, but remember that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, you must be careful at all times, and if you talk too much, it will attract resentment." ”

He knew that a palace was being built in Kuanzhou.

These two people are about to be on top, surrounded by courtiers and forbidden troops, and if they want to meet, they need to be notified by the three layers inside and three layers outside, even if they meet, what they want to say must be carefully considered.

Maybe it can be presumptuous, only tonight.

He smiled, opened his throat and shouted, "Wu Jin, go, sleep Jiu Sixuan tonight!" Don't go back! ”

"Make tea, don't have dim sum," he instructed his subordinates to go to Jiu Si Xuan first, "light a brazier and smoke some incense." ”

The servants hurried away,

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng got up together and dressed properly, Wu Jin said as he walked out: "I'll be idle for one night." ”

At the beginning of the spring and summer intersection, Wu's father couldn't get out of bed because of the pain in his broken leg, and from time to time he needed someone to press and smear the medicine, Wu Jin's hand injury healed slightly, so he was busy with business during the day, and slept with his father at night.

Wu Yi moved into the back office of the prefect's yamen with his family yesterday and took care of his parents with Wu Jin.

"It's time to take a break." Mo Leaf kicked away a toad that jumped on the verandah.

Cheng Ting's feet itched for a while, and he lowered his head to find a toad: "Is there a snake in the garden now?" ”

"You want?"

"Don't!"

Wu Jin listened to the nonsense of the two of them, his thoughts gradually became a little drowsy, and when he was blown by the cold wind, he was even more churning, and he forcibly walked out of the verandah, and when he arrived at Jiusixuan, Cheng Ting looked up at the elm tree in the courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh: "Leaf Wind, the tree in your house grows better than people." ”

The elm tree roots in the courtyard are entrenched, break the ground, the roots are intertwined on the ground, the old trunk is towering, the flowers and leaves are surging, look up, sparse, staggered.

is so full of vitality, it seems more and more that the people of Mofu are withered, and there is only one single seedling left.

Wu Jin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he immediately felt that his tongue could not move with his heart in his mouth, and between doubts, Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng had already come to him and looked at him carefully.

Cheng Ting was categorical: "You are drunk." ”

Wu Jin felt that there was a haze in front of him, the appearance of the two people was vague, and there was a layer of hazy water around them, and the rain and fire were mixed, reflecting the big trees, up and down, and shaking.

He cleared his mind, tried to straighten his tongue, and replied, "No." ”

He thought he had questions and answers, but he didn't know that in the eyes of Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting, he had changed his appearance - his face was flushed, his eyes were dull, and the word "no" was hard to say.

Cheng Ting "tsk" twice and said to Mo Lingfeng: "When you are drunk, it's like this, everything is soft, and your mouth is hard." ”

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand and pointed to the side room: "Send him in." ”

Wu Jin shook his head - his head shook sharply from left to right: "Don't go, I'll write something." ”

"What to write, to write my sacrificial message?" Cheng Ting supported him, led him to the east wing, and turned his head and shouted, "You go, I'll keep an eye here." ”

Wu Jin crossed the threshold, brushed Cheng Ting's hand, untied his clothes, laid them neatly on the ground, and took off the hat and rested it on the clothes.

He thought he was doing a good job, but in fact he made a mess, slowly walked to the table and sat down, took a cup of tea in his hand in a daze, and drank it all with his head up.

Holding the empty teacup blankly, he felt that his body was light, and it was rising and falling with the wind and waves.

He refused to indulge his body in his misdeeds, tried to put down the teacup, and tried his best to sit upright: "Where is the pen?" ”

Cheng Ting saw that he was sitting on an iron plate, and he couldn't wait to stand up his hair, so without saying a word, he lifted Wu Jin up, pushed him behind the screen, pressed him to sit on the bed, and teased him: "Is Cheng Taishan bad?" ”

Wu Jin shook his head slowly: "Very good." ”

"You can see everyone." Cheng Ting failed to do so, bent down to take off Wu Jin's shoes and socks, remove his shirt, and then push the person down.

After Wu Jin fell, he was tense and straight - he engraved the etiquette in his bones, without a moment of relaxation, even if he was drunk, he would not be presumptuous.

Cheng Ting shook his head and sighed, covered him with a quilt like a funeral, and after covering it, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, stretched out his hand to loosen the silk around his waist, and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he saw Mo Lingfeng sitting at the table drinking tea, and he was immediately startled, and put his hand down from the silk silk around his waist: "You haven't returned to Changsuiju?" ”

Mo Lingfeng put down the teacup, stretched out his hand and pointed to the door: "Get out." ”

"Nope."

"I have a marriage certificate."

"That's not good, you're a girl, you're going to suffer! If my eldest sister knew, I'd smack you-"

Mo Lingfeng "slammed" the teacup on the table: "Again long-winded, I will take you to feed the snake first." ”

Cheng Ting had no temperament, so he closed up decisively, turned around and left.

After walking out of the door, he reflexively closed the door and stood under the porch, forgetting that it was pouring rain and that the cat was at the door, with his ears firmly attached to the door panel, listening to the movement inside.

However, the room was very quiet, there was not even a sound of walking, and there was no figure swaying in the candlelight, and he was puzzled and walked down the corridor to the west wing.

Mo Lingfeng sat and drank tea in the house, drank the last bit of tea, and then opened the door and ordered someone to bring potpourri.

The subordinate guarding the door left in a hurry, and the incense piece was sent with a cup of tea, Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, waved off the subordinate, walked to the smoker, opened the lid of the smoker, took out the incense pieces on the partition and threw them in the water, and replaced them with potpourri pieces - Cheng Ting slept a lot in the east wing, and the begonia incense he loved was smoked inside.

The potpourri gradually evaporated, overshadowing the single aroma, becoming rich and complex, and the green smoke curled up, falling on Mo Lingfeng's clothes, playing a large pattern, blooming, withering, and dispersing in an instant.

Closing the lid of the smoker, she took a deep breath, letting the aroma soak her internal organs to hide the bloody smell that could not be washed away from her body. (End of chapter)