Chapter 42: Hiding the Heart

Style: Girl Author: Lost love can be foundWords: 2220Update Time: 24/01/11 17:12:40
Wu Jin folded his hands in front of his mouth and shouted loudly: "Listen to the wind!"

His voice was different from the clear and loud voice before. Instead, it was broad and deep. It resounded in everyone's ears, but failed to reach Mo Lingfeng's ears.

Cheng Ting immediately raised his hands: "Listen to the wind! Listen to the wind! Dog! Agou!"

Wu Jin also raised his hand, but his gestures were very elegant, and his eyes were earnest and gentle. Shi Qing couldn't help but look up twice.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng finally heard his shout and slowly rode over.

Her face was covered with sweat, her waist was broken, and her spine was crushed into a flat shape between the horse bridles. It was obvious that she had been tortured a lot.

Yin Nan followed her and scanned Wu Jin and others carefully, especially staying for a long time on the Shi brothers and sisters, even the twelve-row silver bridge hairpin on Shi Qing's head.

Once her gaze slowed down, it was like a knife, slowly cutting on them. Wu Jin did not move, letting her look and inspect them. Cheng Ting was too broad-minded and did not pay attention. The Shi family brothers and sisters felt that this gaze was too sharp and couldn't help it. He lowered his head.

When Yin Nan confirmed that there was no danger and moved his eyes indifferently, they regained their composure.

Several people dismounted and gathered together again.

"Lingfeng," Cheng Ting patted her, "when did you come? Why didn't you wait for us? You missed my battle with Wang Jingha just now."

The dazzling sunlight made Mo Lingfeng frown: "Who is Wang Jingha?"

Cheng Ting said excitedly: "It's the king..."

He couldn't remember Wang Jinghua's father's name for a moment: "His father is Wang Zhizhou."

"Oh," Mo Lingfeng nodded, "I know, Wang Yunsheng's son."

She said Wang Zhizhou's name very naturally, as if she was of the same generation as Wang Zhizhou.

Shi Yuan heard that her words did not sound like an ordinary lady's, and looked at the red gold long-life lock around her neck. After a moment's thought, he knew that she was Mo Jiedushi's sister.

No wonder he didn't shy away from Wang Zhizhou's famous name, and he heard that Mo Jiedu would take her with him wherever he went, holding her in his lap and never leaving her for a moment.

Shi Yuan saw that her hair was messy and she had a childish look all over her body. She was not as surly as the rumors said. She only had a pair of red and phoenix eyes, which opened and closed with a radiant light that was very charming.

He took his sister and said hello respectfully.

Mo Lingfeng nodded, his eyes passed over Shi Yuan and landed on Shi Qing. He turned to look at Wu Jin and then Cheng Ting. After a moment of understanding, he fell back on Shi Qing.

She stared at Shi Qing for a moment, which made Shi Qing feel at a loss and anxiously thinking about how to dress herself. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt and her face turned red.

"Mo, Miss Mo..."

Mo Lingfeng looked back and suddenly pulled out a pair of short hairpins from her head - she had combed her hair herself today, fearing that the rope was not strong, so she inserted a pair of short gold hairpins into the two corner buns.

The top of the gold hairpin is a lotus flower, which is ordinary, but in the center of the flower is a south pearl the size of a lotus seed meter.

She sent the pair of gold hairpins to Shi Qing: "This is a gift for you."

Shi Qing was startled and looked down. The gold hairpin was ordinary, but the two beads were smooth and crystal clear, round and delicate. At first glance, they were high-quality southern beads.

Her face turned redder and redder, and she made shadows with her hands: "No, no, no, thank you Miss Mo for your kindness - I can't accept it."

Shi Yuan also didn't expect that Mo Lingfeng would do this. He was shocked and refused repeatedly.

However, Mo Lingfeng directly put the gold hairpin into Shi Qing's hand, and with a stern face, he shouted with dignity: "Here you go! Take it!"

The two rocks calmed her down, and they all stayed in place.

Mo Lingfeng said again: "I still want to ride a horse, can you leave?"

The two Shis were dumbfounded and could only shake their heads. Shi Yuan said goodbye quietly.

Cheng Ting's kind words had already disturbed Mo Lingfeng to pieces. He rolled his eyes in his heart and got on his horse: "Horse race, race race."

Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin also followed on horseback.

When he was far away from the Shi brothers and sisters, Cheng Ting reined in the reins and winked at Wu Jin: "Shi Qing is a very good girl. She is literate and sensible, and can run a household. She is the same age as you and looks very good. What do you think? ?”

Wu Jin said seriously: "Don't ruin Miss Shi's reputation."

Cheng Ting made a sound: "Lingfeng, you also think Shi Qing is pretty good, don't you? You even gave her two hairpins!"

"No." Mo Lingfeng replied casually, but did not say why.

Wu Jin couldn't help but glance at her, vaguely guessing the reason why she gave her the gold hairpin.

Shi Qing's family was poor.

People from poor families, no matter how decent they are, will still show their flaws.

Everything she was wearing didn't match, but it was the best thing she could wear.

However, Wu Jin couldn't help but be confused.

Did Mo Lingfeng give Shi Qing the gold hairpin because her family was poor to save her from hunger, or did Mo Lingfeng use the gold hairpin to save Shi Qing and him from having to be matched by Cheng Ting?

Or - both?

While he was guessing, Cheng Ting was still talking about the Shi family.

The Shijiakong family has a large house, which is completely bare inside. It is so poor that it is almost impossible to survive the New Year, so it is possible to pass the New Year with a set of golden nanmu case cases handed down from ancestors.

The parents of the Shi family are now counting on Shi Qing to marry a good husband and get a sum of money. What Mrs. Shi revealed to Mrs. Cheng is that it doesn't matter age or family background, as long as she is not a concubine.

Shi Yuan didn't want his sister to marry poorly, so he secretly asked Cheng Ting, who had friends all over the world, to find someone with comparable talent and appearance.

As soon as Cheng Ting heard the words equal in talent and appearance, he immediately thought of Wu Jin.

At this moment, Cheng Ting spoke earnestly to Wu Jin: "Shi Qing's grandfather was a great scholar. I heard that he left several ancient books as a dowry for Shi Qing."

Wu Jin said seriously: "If I marry a wife, I will definitely love her and will not seek other people's wealth."

Cheng Ting smiled mischievously: "Then who do you love?"

Mo Yefeng also tilted his head to look at him.

Cheng Ting chuckled again: "Oh, I know, you love Mr. Zhao. When Mr. Zhao comes, you won't talk to us anymore. I treat Sister Huiran the same way."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wu Jin suddenly felt an unknown agitation in his heart. He raised his riding whip and made a crisp sound in the air. He squeezed the horse's belly with both legs and shouted in a low voice: "Drive!"

The horse spread its hooves and rushed out.

The wind was howling in his ears, and the excitement was everywhere in his eyes. The good intentions of the Shi family brothers and sisters, Cheng Ting's help, and Mo Lingfeng's gift of the golden hairpin all mixed together and suddenly exploded in his mind, touching an extremely secret corner of his heart. .

That was a secret that even he himself was unaware of.

Just opening it lightly like this was enough to make him frightened and confused. His thoughts for a moment were so sinful, making him hate himself.

He wants to crush his thoughts into dust.

In the scorching sun, facing the exquisite golden light, he thought hard about his bakery.

Even though my mother-in-law wiped it diligently every day, it was still cramped and cramped. The oil stains soaked into the tables, chairs, and counters and could never be wiped clean. My father supported the ground with both hands and walked on the ground. Even if his short brown clothes were tucked into the corners of his clothes, the hem would always be dusty. Full.

He, his home, his family, these things he owns are not something he is ashamed of, but they are real and can destroy any exquisite and clear glass beads.

It is enough to wipe out any dazzling throbbing.