Wu Jin turned her head to look at Mo Lingfeng, and the bright sun revealed everything on her face.
Her facial features and contours have gradually become clearer, but her face is still covered with a layer of fine hair.
Her childhood seems to have been particularly long, and even though her eyebrows have lost some of their tenderness, the details on her face are still young. No one knows when she will take the big step and step into the ranks of a graceful girl.
However, she just grew up like this, and the things she experienced were already thrilling to Wu Jin. If she continues to grow up, what kind of horror will it be when she grows up to be hostile to the imperial power in Kyoto?
Wu Jin withdrew his gaze and didn't think about it anymore. He just walked around the temple with her.
The group returned to Mo Mansion before lunch. Mo Lingfeng gave the Detachment of Women a half-day leave and sat in the Jiusixuan Flower Hall to eat with Wu Jin.
Lunch was not as full a table as breakfast, but it was pretty good. The crabs were forcibly removed, and the supplements were grilled lamb, sour bamboo shoots and chicken tip soup, smoked meat, and fish with red fermented rice. The kitchen also brought mutton soup. I cooked two bowls of hot noodle soup and served them with a plate of goose gizzards and a plate of whitebait bream.
The wine was rock sugar lychee wine. Mo Lingfeng held the pot and poured it. Wu Jin quickly reached out to hold the wine pot, took it in his hand, and poured two cups of fruit wine.
Mo Lingfeng drank a cup, scooped up the soup and took a sip. He felt that the sour soup was appetizing, and his brother should be able to drink some, so he waved Qi Chang to the kitchen and sent a cup of soup to the second hall for his aunts to feed to Mo Lingfeng. Qian Lan drank.
After tasting it, she ate with peace of mind, not a big portion. When she finished eating, Wu Jin hadn't finished yet, so she held the wine cup and slowly drank the sweet fruit wine.
By the time Wu Jin had dinner, she had already drank three cups in a row, her face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She didn't have the stomach to drink tea anymore, so she stood up with a bulging belly, and went to the front yard with Wu Jin to sort out Zhao Shiheng's things.
The two of them were talking while walking, and Mo Lingfeng said: "What uncle hasn't dealt with yet are the books, calligraphy and paintings. My brother hasn't had time to sort them out, so I'm afraid it won't work just to leave them there."
Wu Jin thought for a while: "You can put it in the study and put some rue in it to repel insects and avoid beetles."
"There are people outside asking for uncle's paintings." Mo Lingfeng kicked away the stones and smiled with a pursed lips. "Uncle only paints for prostitutes on Yuhua Street."
The two of them talked about what happened during Zhao Shiheng's lifetime, as if Zhao Shiheng was still in front of them. They walked all the way to his residence, "Mountain Residence", and there was a small courtyard at the entrance. It was decorated in a simple and elegant way, with a sense of humor. Everything was just as it was when he was there.
Yin Bei stepped forward and opened the door, and the sunlight rushed in. The fine dust suddenly rose up and floated in the sunlight.
The furnishings in the room have not changed, except that there are no clothes on the screen and no handkerchiefs on the clean shelf. There are still two books spread out on the table. The ink stick is placed on the inkstone. A large character is half written, and the books on the bookshelf are also Those who stand stand, and those who fall fall.
Someone had knocked a copy of the "Book of Changes" off the table. Wu Jin reached out to pick it up and turned it over in his hands. He saw that the book was old. There were three kinds of annotations on it. The latest handwriting was Zhao Shiheng's. , he has never seen the first two.
He turned to the title page and knew that this book was precious.
"Hou Bai gave it to his disciple Wen Yansong to teach the way of heaven and teach people things. A gentleman knows the subtle and the obvious, the soft and the strong. Don't lose it or forget it."
"Wen Yansong gave it to his disciple Zhao Ji. The way of a gentleman should be in harmony with heaven and earth, drummed with thunder and moistened with wind and rain. Don't lose it or forget it."
Hou Bai was promoted to Jinshi at the age of eighteen and became famous at a young age. When the late Emperor Qianlong was still in his prime, he taught classes.
Wen Yansong was a disciple of Hou Baiguan. He never took part in the scientific examination and only studied books at home. Today, most of the interpretations of the scriptures learned by Ming Jing students were written by him.
When these two men presented the book, they both took words from "Yi" to give instructions and expectations for their disciples' future. The countless annotations in the book are even more priceless treasures.
His face was stunned. He turned another page, and his hands suddenly trembled: "Zhao Ji gives this gift to his disciple Wu Jin. A gentleman respects the inward, and righteousness outward. Respecting righteousness and virtue is not alone, don't lose it." , don’t forget.”
These words were put together stroke by stroke, forming a knife. It was caught off guard and penetrated straight into Wu Jin's heart, making him red-rimmed and speechless for a moment.
Mo Lingfeng casually took out a book, opened it and took a look: "Hey, sir, I left it for you."
She handed it to Wu Jin, who held back tears, put down the Book of Changes in his hand, and opened her copy. It also read: "Zhao Ji presented it to his disciple Wu Jin on the eighth day of November in the twenty-second year of Yuan Zhang."
Mo Lingfeng took another book, opened it, and also wrote the words "gift" and the time.
Almost all of the books that Zhao Shiheng often turned over were written as gifts to Wu Jin. It seems that Zhao Shiheng often gave this book to his disciples on a whim when he thought of Wu Jin while reading.
Wu Jin lowered his head and wiggled his nose, raising his hands to wipe away his tears, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
Mo Lingfeng went behind the bookshelf. He didn't turn back until he calmed down as usual: "Can I take the book home for you?"
Wu Jin shook his head: "Just put it here, I will come here later."
Master and disciple, maybe this is how the inheritance continues. He will do what Mr. Zhao expects, and he will do it for him if Mr. Zhao fails to do it.
After spending an afternoon in this small courtyard, Wu Jin returned home before You hour, put on a short brown suit, and prepared dinner.
He can even stew and stir-fry, and he does it very cleanly, without feeling that the smoke and fire are disgraceful.
After finishing, he went to the cake shop to call his family back, opened the wine brought by Yin Bei, and the family sat together to eat dinner and small cakes, then changed out of the oil-stained twist clothes, washed up, and Go back inside.
The pen on the table was a newly purchased Sanzhuo pen. He carefully pulled out a stray hair, dipped it in ink and wrote: "August 15th, the 25th year of Yuanzhang."
He realized that today passed very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, it was time to say goodbye. When he put it on the paper, he realized that the day was so complicated and long. He was like a bystander, writing down today's events first.
After recording it without emotion, he wrote: "Marriage is a sharp knife against women, and it is also the strongest cage to imprison women. Matchmaking will definitely fail, but it can also make Leaf roll out of the mud. It is a villain's trick."
He held his pen, thinking that the state magistrate and Tongzhi had nothing to do with the Mo Mansion anyway. I am afraid it was Wang Zhizhou who instigated them.
Wang Zhizhou is a man who is greedy for money and has no merit, but is good at mediating. I am afraid that he has experienced the back and forth between His Majesty and Envoy Mo Jiedu. He is afraid that Mo Lingfeng's influence in the army will bring him trouble. Will try to remove it.
But this is just his guess, what he guesses in his mind, he doesn't write it down on paper.
Holding the pen in one hand, he thought for a long time - Mo Lingfeng could not be trapped by such dirty things.
After thinking about it, he wrote again:
"The life lock in the collar is golden, the general's face is solitary with phoenix eyes, every inch of time flows like arrows, and the Buddha statues in the Zen temple are scattered like lightning. I am waiting for the time, when will I see this love? After being drunk, the breeze and the moon are like practice."
