After pacing to the screen, Mo Lingfeng's nose fluttered and he sniffed the wet breath.

The floral fragrance is temporarily blocked by the screen, and the smell of Wu Jin is everywhere, the dry soaphorn smell, mixed with the long, mellow and sweet aroma of spring wine.

Wu Jin was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, already asleep.

He slept silently, accustomed to all the burdens that weighed on him.

Mo Lingfeng moved the embroidery pier, sat in front of the bed, and lay down with his upper body, directly on his chest.

She closed her eyes as she had been lying on Mo Qianlan before.

Wu Jin moved, opened his eyes, and subconsciously raised a hand, wanting to hug Mo Leaf, but the hand became someone else's, he couldn't call it, and his speech was slurred: "Leaf ......"

He was so dizzy that he couldn't help himself, so he could only raise his hand and touch the top of her head.

Her hair was cold and tied in a simple bun so that she could fasten it at any time.

Mo Lingfeng raised his head and got up, grabbed Wu Jin's outer arm, fiddled with it, and then rubbed his heels against each other, rubbed off his two shoes, uncovered the quilt and got in, and lay sideways into the crook of Wu Jin's arm.

It's rare to find such an ordinary and warm night.

She is not without fear, not without panic, but she must hide them all and not be discovered by anyone—a soldier full of blood, who will not be willing to follow a cowardly monarch, and only in a place where no one else can see it, will open the cage and release fear.

She looked outwards at Wu Jin's fingers.

Wu Jin's hands are different from Mo Qianlan's, with long fingers, distinct bone joints, and thick calluses in addition to scars.

It is such a pair of hands that will support a family and a dynasty.

She reached out and touched his palm, letting out a soft sigh.

Wu Jin looked at the back of her head, turned over hard, wrapped her other hand around her, and pressed the tip of her nose against her bun.

As soon as he got closer, the scent of flowers bloomed on the tip of his nose in turn.

His thoughts were still obscure, and his movements were struggling, only his feelings were still vivid—Mo Lingfeng's indigo blue shirt was soft and smooth, stacked in the quilt, and sprinkled on him, and he felt her soft and warm body through a thin layer of clothing.

"Leaf ......"

The voice and soul seemed to be separated by a layer, and the heart melted into a puddle of spring water, which followed the blood all over the body, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows flowed out.

The heart is soft, but the person is hard, he can't move, and he doesn't dare to move anymore - she is his monarch, and he can't bear it just by lying beside him.

There was a mist in his eyes, which wet his eyelashes, as if he wanted to pull out his heart, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I love you." ”

Mo Lingfeng turned over violently, faced him, hugged him tightly with both hands, grabbed the traces of the debut on Wu Jin's snow-white underwear with his ten fingers, and leaned against his body, almost embedded together.

Outside, the rain rattled, a gust of wind swept by, and the branches of the trees snapped and crackled, covering the movement of the clothes, and even the sound of the change could not be heard.

The humid air makes the fragrance of flowers that gradually spreads heavy, and it is draped on the body layer by layer, making people feel hot and breathless, and there is heavy sweat on the back to wet the clothes, which stick to the skin piece by piece.

Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, held his face, kissed his lips, and after biting lightly, her breath was chaotic: "You are drunk." ”

Wu Jin is also like the trees in the wind, undulating, seeing Mo Lingfeng's black and scattered sideburns, wet with sweat, clinging to his cheeks, indescribably arrogant and beautiful, a fire burned from his stomach to the top of his head.

He was like a defeated army at her side, his mouth was dry, wine and hot sweat poured out of his body, chasing her breath with all his might, trying to tighten the man in his arms, crushing it, swallowing it into his belly, and finally almost despairing—his soul was disconnected from his body, and he was always stiff and weak.

"Not drunk...... Just ......"

Mo Lingfeng was next to him, seeing that his face was flushed, his eyes were shining, as if he was about to cry, which was completely different from his dignified appearance in the past, and the coldness caused by missing his brother spread out in his heart, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

She smiled, "You beg me." ”

"Leaf...... Spare me......"

Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand with a smile, yawned, and patted him on the back: "I will spare you this time." ”

She curled up and slept beside him, listening to his heartbeat like a drum, it would be difficult to calm down for a while, and she said softly: "You are mine, don't rush at this time." ”

With that, she closed her eyes: "It's mine." ”

Wu Jin became more and more hot, rubbed her chin against the top of her head, and nodded.

The sound of breathing slowly calmed down, and two moments later, Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin fell asleep together.

Mo Lingfeng had a dream, in which she became a bystander, watching her young self lying beside Mo Qianlan in the dream, unwilling to leave.

Zhao Shiheng taught her earnestly on the side, saying that when she was older, she couldn't pester her brother like this anymore and wanted to go back to Changsuiju.

The grandmother waited outside with the maid, and she got up helplessly to put on her shoes, grinding and not wanting to leave.

In the dream, the Mofu is old, the lights are brilliant, the flowers are gorgeous, and the people are also good, all smiling and watching her put on shoes.

Knowing that it was a dream, she became anxious and wanted to tell her not to leave, but she couldn't shout, and her heart felt like a big stone was pressed, suffocating her.

She suddenly woke up from her dream, her eyes widened and she gasped for breath.

It was not a boulder that pressed on her, it was Wu Jin who hugged one of her arms.

After a while, she carefully took Wu Jin's hand, sat up and got out of bed to put on her shoes, pulled the folds of her clothes casually, tiptoed open the door and walked out, and turned around to close the door gently.

The branches of the trees outside the house swayed, the cold wind was biting, and the early summer in Kuanzhou was not warm.

Yin Nan didn't know when she arrived outside the door, sat on a chair and took a nap, and immediately got up when she heard the movement, and followed Mo Lingfeng without saying a word - she was used to this, Mo Lingfeng was a part of her life.

"Ask Yin Bei and Nomad Qing to wait for me in the study."

Yin Nan nodded: "Yes." ”

As the rain became lighter, she didn't take an umbrella, stepped into the stagnant water, made a huge splash, and went to the front hall to watch the room.

In the study, the subordinates turned on the lights, and five common candles were placed everywhere to dispel the gloom brought by the rainy night.

Mo Lingfeng sat at the table, his face was no longer soft, and his eyes, which were the same as Mo Qianlan's, emitted two cold and hard lights, and he sat in front of the table, unconcealing his anger.

Yin Bei and Nomad Qing stood in front of the case, waiting for the order, and Yin Nan stood outside the door, treating the subordinates, cats and dogs, mosquitoes and flies who walked outside the house equally.

These three people are the most loyal to Mo Lingfeng, whether she is merciful or evil, murderous or arson, they will follow her around, and will not argue for half a point.

Mo Lingfeng began to arrange the march.

"Divide the three battalions, leave Wangzhou the day before the sacrifice, and surround Pingzhou...... After sacrificing to the sky, the enemy army was blocked into the city of Pingzhou, besieged but not attacked, blocked the backup, and then attacked the city after ten days, Yinbei escorted Wu Jin back to Kuanzhou, and did not stay in Wangzhou. ”

Taking Pyeongju is the sacrificial ceremony she formulated, and it is also a carnival without Wu Jin's constraints, and it is also a reassurance for the people of Jeju and Wangzhou.

Only when others have also experienced the suffering, can the hearts of the people be balanced—too many people in the world do not see the good in others. (End of chapter)