After a while, Wu Jin cautiously returned to the side hall with the calligraphy, walked to the table and sat down, opened the yellow silk silk, and looked at the words "Shi Lu Ji Shiheng Shu in the Jin Plain" on the inscription.

After reading it, he looked at the bottom of the inscription, and there was a double bead seal: "This is a seal."

He unfolded it slightly: "I can't see this mark clearly at the seam."

Cheng Ting thought to himself, "If you can't see clearly, don't look at it, drink tea."

Mo Lingfeng smiled secretly in his heart, and stretched out his head to take a look: "It's the word 'Mo Loss', and this seal has been handed down."

Wu Jin's body and mind fell on the post, and he didn't notice Cheng Ting at all, and turned to look at Lu Ji's handwriting: "It's really lively and cute."

Cheng Ting's lips were on his teeth, and he thought, "I'm also quite lively and cute, look at how thirsty I am."

Fortunately, Wu Jin didn't look at the notebook at this time, but first found a box to put it up, and then came back to sit down and pour a cup of tea for Cheng Ting.

Cheng Ting picked up the teacup, drank it all, didn't dare to sigh, put down the teacup, and sat down with his eyebrows down.

There was still a throbbing pain in his head, he quietly hissed, and couldn't help but say, "This old guy, I didn't expect his hand strength to be so strong, and he almost broke his appearance."

Mo Lingfeng said calmly: "The brain is not of much use, and it is okay to break the phase."

Cheng Ting hurriedly twisted his face to Wu Jin: "It is precisely because the head is useless that you have to rely on your face to make up the numbers."

Mo Lingfeng hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed twice: "It's barely complete facial features."

Cheng Ting let her lose a few words, not daring to get angry, and diverted the conversation: "I'm hungry."

Mo Lingfeng turned his head to look at the palace people: "Pass the meal."

A meal that was neither early nor late was quickly brought up by the palace people and filled the table.

Cheng Ting looked down and saw that it was not the kind of cold and delicate flowers and flowers, which were not much different from the dishes of Mofu, a pot of stewed mutton with rice, a bowl of spicy tofu soup, a plate of steamed dried meat, a plate of honey root, and a plate of fried fish.

This familiar dish made him relax, as if Mo Leaf was still the same Mo Leaf, and the three of them were still close friends sitting around eating and drinking.

Wu Jin got up and changed the tofu spicy soup to Cheng Ting: "Eat it."

Cheng Ting doesn't like to eat sweet dishes, so he picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of tofu spicy soup in a bowl, mixed well with rice, poured another spoonful, mixed again, and waited for the rice to be full of soup and tofu, picked up the bowl and sent it to his mouth to eat.

His whole body was immersed in the aroma of food, and a bowl of rice was soothed, and he was even happy.

Although he was punished, he didn't regret it, he didn't say anything about Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin, who would say, now that the words are finished, this blow on his head is worth it.

After eating this meal, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and he was dizzy from eating, burping and collapsing into his chair.

The palace maid removed the leftovers like Guanyin, opened the window to incense, and quietly sent refreshments.

Mo Lingfeng whispered what Wu Jin was saying, as if he was saying that it was a good day, he didn't pay attention to it, and after a while, the two got up and went to the main hall.

Cheng Ting followed with a blank face, touching his stomach to watch Wu Jin grinding ink, thinking that this was an edict to punish himself.

Wu Jin grinded well, put the ink ingot, spread out a roll of yellow paper, picked down a Zhuge pen from the Beacon Mountain, and waited for Mo Lingfeng's will.

Mo Lingfeng stood beside the desk with her hands in her hands, thinking intently, until Cheng Ting's legs were numb, and she looked around to see if there was a stool to sit on, and she didn't speak.

"Now I hold Fu Yuyu, appointed to the sky, the prince is the founding of the country, I Dun Xuren, the ruling Wu Jin, the able minister of the state to govern the world, the instrument is magnificent, the chest swallows all rivers, the demeanor is dignified, sensitive and beautiful, handsome talent, enough to match the king's puppet, inherit the responsibility of the emperor's assistant, although he ascends to the side of the golden platform, does not restrict the court, chooses August 19, prepares the ceremony, announces the world, and the salty envoy knows."

It is a good idea to have both worlds, and the ceremony does not matter how complicated or simple, and it is a great joy to be able to announce it to the world.

He was her man, and at the same time the king's courtier, and he had the respect he deserved.

Cheng Ting's groggy head came to his senses in an instant, and the corners of his mouth grinned to his ears: "That's it?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "After using the treasure seal, you can show it tomorrow."

Cheng Ting's eyes suddenly had great joy.

It was clear that he did not have a name in the edict, but he was even more excited than the person with a name, and with a smile and a smile, he suddenly felt a sadness in his joy—his mood was low for no reason, and there were tears in his eyes.

He was embarrassed to cry, tilted his head, and blinked vigorously, but the tears kept pouring up, and even his throat choked.

He turned decisively, strode to the window, and sniffled hard.

Perhaps because he is a bystander, an eyewitness, and a witness.

He remembered that when the three of them first met in the state school, the old yellow dog was still there, and he was still ignorant, so he surrounded Mo Lingfeng and invited her to ride the dog.

At that time, Wu Jin was still a cake seller, Mo Lingfeng was still a delicate girl, they had a bright smile and a heart like glass, and they had not experienced thrilling calculations, killings, injuries, and separation.

If you can predict the future, at the moment when they get together, it must be heartwarming and magnificent.

Wu Jin walked up to him, pressed his palm on his shoulder, rubbed it twice, and said softly, "It's all over."

He understands Cheng Ting's indescribable sadness, and he is like a deep pool, not sad or happy, accepting this sincere heart.

Cheng Ting raised his hand, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and regained his true character as a hero again: "Okay, I'll go back and get beaten."

He retired as if he were dead, Wu Jin went out of the palace with him, sent him home, and then went to the duty room to deal with political affairs, and did not return home until the beginning of the hour.

After sitting with his parents for a while, he came to two more words of Lu Ji, washed and changed his clothes at the end of the day, blew out the lights, and lay on the bed exhausted.

With his hands crossed behind his head, he opened his eyes in the dark, hiding in the night, happiness surging up from the bottom of his heart, breaking through the atrium, and spreading to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

The corners of his mouth slowly hooked into a smile, and suddenly there was a knock outside the door, it was Wu Yi who came.

Wu Jin's mood instantly retracted, he got up in his clothes, lit the fuel lamp, and opened the door for Wu Yi.

"Brother, I want to open a new shop, can you give me a plaque?"

"What to write?"

"Wu Family Sugar Shop."

Wu Jin said, "Your Majesty punished Cheng Sanye today."

"Huh?" Wu Yi was very surprised, "Your Majesty and Cheng Sanye are not ......."

He understood what Wu Jin meant in a blink of an eye - His Majesty even punished Cheng Sanye, if he dared to go out under the guise of Wu Jin to do mischief, no one would be able to protect him.

He quickly straightened up and made a promise, "Brother, I'll open the sugar shop, really, I just came back from the sugar shop."

Wu Jin looked at his trembling appearance, nodded and said, "Come and get it tomorrow, go back."

"Got it."

Wu Yi left in a hurry, Wu Jin did not feel sleepy, and simply walked to the east compartment, grinding ink and laying paper, intending to mention words, but the pen was held in his hand, and he did not move for a long time, but fell on the paper with a large ball of ink.

He thought of Mo Lingfeng again, remembered the edict to be given tomorrow, and the joy that vanished came again, so that he couldn't even hold the pen.