Wu Jin ate in silence for a moment, feeling that his lips, tongue, and teeth were all numb from the cold, not to mention that his stomach was cold.
On a cold day, Cheng Ting wanted to go out to eat iced cheese and served it in an ice bowl. I'm afraid he also used the iced cheese to lure Mo Lingfeng here.
After finishing one cup, he put down his silver spoon, quietly pressed his upper abdomen with his hand, and rubbed it twice slowly.
He had just recovered from a serious illness. Now that he had eaten this cup of iced cheese, his internal organs were greatly stimulated by the cold, and his hands and feet became cold.
Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were still savoring it slowly. He controlled his eyes and only looked out the window.
The heavy snow fell, and the pink walls of the Uwa were covered with crystal white snow. Even the sound suddenly disappeared. In the silence, the sound of snow breaking bamboo branches became particularly loud.
The bamboo branches were pressed down, bursting, and breaking, and became empty and crisp, like the sound of firecrackers, overwhelming the prosperity and fireworks of the world.
Wu Jin's eyes moved unconsciously and fell on Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng was concentrating on scraping the ice bowl, scraping it clean. After eating, he immediately reached out to hook the extra one.
Wu Jin immediately became anxious.
This is not the time to eat iced cheese, how can you eat two cups!
He was so anxious and didn't know what to say, so he suddenly reached out to the ice bowl and snatched the bowl of cheese. Too quickly, the ice bowl made a "sting" sound on the table.
Along with the sound, a long water mark was left on the table.
Cheng Ting was startled, opened his mouth and asked, "You still want to eat?"
Wu Jin held the silver spoon and glared at him solemnly: "For you to eat?"
Cheng Ting waved his hand quickly: "No, I've already eaten two bowls of this one, and now my stomach is cold."
Then he looked at Mo Lingfeng, who was still full of thoughts and full of resentment. He immediately understood what Wu Jin meant, and at the same time, he cursed in his heart: "The sea of death, there are three people in the room carrying four bowls, and one bowl is for ghosts?"
The room became quiet again. Wu Jinlang's teeth chattered as he forced himself to eat cheese. Mo Lingfeng looked at Cheng Ting: "Why don't you speak?"
Wu Jin listened to her words with his ears raised, his throat was crisp, sweet and moist.
Cheng Ting was originally a talkative person, but in this embarrassing situation, his words were reduced by half, and he had just finished speaking the remaining half. For a moment, he couldn't find anything to say.
He could only find something to say: "Your brother's memorial should have been sent to Kyoto."
Wu Jin's ears could not stand up anymore. The cheese melted slowly in the silver spoon and dripped into the ice bowl. Even the ice bowl unconsciously dripped a pool of cold water.
Now his stomach is not only cold, but also a little painful.
Taking a bite slowly, he waited for Mo Lingfeng to answer.
Mo Lingfeng answered quickly: "I rushed it to Beijing. It must have been delivered."
"Since my uncle is asking for forgiveness, why haven't I heard that Your Majesty is going to punish me or forgive me?"
"It's more than just asking for forgiveness." Mo Lingfeng raised his head and glanced at Wu Jin, then turned to call Pang Dahai outside the door, "Hai Dahai, the ice bowl has melted, take it out quickly."
Pang Dahai ran in quickly and put the ice bowl away on a plate. Wu Jin pushed the ice bowl out.
Cheng Ting turned sideways and asked Pang Dahai to clean the table, and couldn't help but ask: "I'm not just asking for forgiveness, what else is there?"
Mo Lingfeng said to Pang Dahai: "No tea, it doesn't taste good. Aren't we eating yellow mutton today? Why isn't there any mutton soup?"
Cheng Ting quickly ordered Dahai: "Go to the kitchen and bring a vat of mutton from the dinner party!"
He looked at Mo Lingfeng again: "What else?"
After Pang Dahai left, Mo Lingfeng replied to Cheng Ting: "Brother will also donate the family fortune, one million yuan, for military use."
Cheng Ting screamed: "A million dollars? My uncle's brain was broken? Do you know how much money it costs to repair your house?"
He pointed at Mo Lingfeng's gold collar: "Without a family fortune and just relying on your salary, you will have to pawn this broken collar tomorrow!"
He added: "From now on, if you want to eat cheese, you won't be able to afford it. You have to come and beg me, otherwise you will have to eat farts."
Mo Lingfeng retorted: "You are the one who eats farts."
"My father is great. My family has money, so there is no need to eat shit."
"My brother is even more powerful. We have many millions of dollars in our family."
"Just brag, my uncle is so poor that he can't even afford a wife."
"Nonsense."
The two immediately broke away from the original topic and began to bicker aimlessly.
One of them is young and the other is small-minded. When they get together, they are even more young. Their ages are like dogs.
The two of them refused to give in to each other, and their bickering was not very clever. Wu Jin heard it in his ears, felt anxious in his heart, and couldn't help coughing.
Mo Lingfeng immediately stopped talking, clenched his fist, and punched Cheng Ting on the shoulder.
Cheng Ting fought back without hesitation, raising his hand in the air, and Wu Jin coughed again.
He had no choice but to put down his hand, and another question popped up in his mind: "My uncle asked for forgiveness and sent money, which gave His Majesty enough face. If you want to beat or kill someone, there should be some news. Why is there no news so far?"
At this time, Pang Dahai came in with a vat of mutton soup, and each person scooped a bowl. The mutton soup was fragrant and the mutton was soft and tender, dispelling the coldness brought by the ice cheese.
Cheng Ting held his chopsticks and said, "You should tell me."
Mo Lingfeng said confidently: "You eat without speaking."
After that, she buried herself in the soup.
Cheng Ting drank the soup in the bowl eagerly, and urged Mo Lingfeng to drink quickly with his eyes. When Mo Lingfeng wiped her mouth, he poked her with his finger: "Speak quickly."
Mo Lingfeng said: "Brother wants me to go to Baozhai and join the army."
Cheng Ting was stunned and heard a crisp "bang" in his ears. He turned his head and saw that Wu Jin was unable to use one hand and broke the bowl by mistake.
"The sea! The sea!" Cheng Ting hurriedly called someone. Seeing that the soup had been spilled all over the table, he simply stood up and moved to the table where he was writing.
As he moved his chair, he muttered: "You are a little girl, and you still have yellow hair on your head. What are you going to do? Guard the city gate? Or give you winter clothes?"
This is not nonsense. When the war was fierce, there were strong women holding hands to defend the city. Kuanzhou City was besieged by Jinlu at the founding of the People's Republic of China. The people who defended the city at that time were ten men of fifty steps and women of twenty.
If they are not guarding the city gate, they will be transporting grain and grass supplies from the rear. A few days ago, there were strong women in the team delivering winter clothes.
Mo Lingfeng said: "I will lead the troops."
Wu Jin looked at the little Mo Lingfeng, and suddenly felt like an insect was biting her.
She touched the celadon pony on the desk, and her whole body was like a thin leaf. How could such a little girl go to the military to gain experience?
What's more, Mo Lingfeng has no ambition to join the army. She is good at riding, but she doesn't like bows and arrows. She can't even stand on horseback. Her fingers are so delicate that the bow string can be worn.
Didn't Ambassador Mo Jiedu love her dearly? How could he be willing to send her to the military camp?
Once spring begins, wars break out frequently and swords have no eyes. Does Mo Jiedu think that he can sit back and relax after sending a hundred elite soldiers?
"Mozi's Order" says: When a woman comes to the army, she orders the men to go to the left and the women to the right. If there are no parallels, they will all guard them. Those who do not obey the order will be killed.
Women joining the army received no preferential treatment at all.
Wu Jin resisted speaking, but Cheng Ting felt relieved and took out five or six little celadon figures from the drawer, with lifelike faces, and placed them on the table together: "You can show them to me."
