Before the recruitment, Zhong Jiaqing had secretly told the three commanders that if Mo Lingfeng made any move other than recruiting the Detachment of Women, they would immediately stop him and force Mo Lingfeng back to the fortress.
However, Mo Lingfeng was cunning. He really only recruited women soldiers from outside. He stayed in Mo's house honestly and did not go out, which was reassuring enough.
In private, she sent people to the countryside, and in less than two days, she recruited enough laborers for a battalion!
They knew nothing about it until just now, when Yin Nan and Nomad Qing came with a roster to change these peasant households into military households, occupied an infantry camp of the Zhenrong Army, and took away the cloth armor and salary, did they know that Mo Lingfeng A battalion has been raised.
This battalion was apparently part of Feng Fan's left army, but in fact it had the bugle name "Dingyuan Army" on it.
Feng Fan tried not to give it to military households, but with so many people asking why they didn't give it to military households, he couldn't stop it.
Mo Lingfeng simply put him on the fire.
He thought that he was really unlucky, and why did he end up with a figure like Mo Lingfeng, which prevented him from killing the enemy, but instead made him unstoppable on the road to rebellion. If he continued like this, he would not be far away from being beheaded.
In order to protect his neck, he entered the Mo Jiedu envoy's house full of resentment and anger and asked Mo Lingfeng for an explanation.
However, as soon as he stepped into the door here, he felt the depth and loneliness of Mo Mansion from the drizzle. It was quiet everywhere, and the servants were like clay and wood sculptures. Once he walked into the solemn front hall, which was as solemn as a mourning hall, he suddenly felt that Already one foot is in the coffin.
His heart followed the scene, and he became incredibly discouraged. Holding a cup of tea and sitting in a chair, he thought: "This is life."
Taking a sip of tea, he thought again: His life is more miserable than this cup of tea, and everything goes wrong.
After taking another sip, he sighed: What a bad person. If there wasn't Mo Lingfeng, why should he be worried?
His mind was turned into a ball of paste by Chunyu. After drinking all the tea, he gradually came back to his senses. There were footsteps outside the door. He quickly straightened his posture and wanted to give Mo Lingfeng a blow.
However, when he turned around and looked around, he saw that the person coming was not Mo Lingfeng, but a young man.
The visitor was only in his twenties and had an outstanding appearance. He was wearing a crow-green round-neck gown and a soft gauze Tang scarf. He was dressed like a scholar. He acted gracefully and dignifiedly. He lifted the hem of his clothes with one hand and climbed up the steps. When he walked to the door, , put down his clothes and looked at Feng Fan.
As Feng Fan looked closer, he felt more and more that this man had a handsome face, gentle and clear eyes, and a friendly expression that made people feel close to him. He didn't know which family he belonged to.
Seeing something noble in the visitor's actions, he guessed that he was a member of a noble family in Kuanzhou City and planned to get up to greet him.
However, before he could get up, the young man had already stepped forward and bowed before him: "Wu Jin, I'm here to pay my respects to Commander Feng."
Feng Fan accepted his courtesy and said with confusion on his face: "Why don't you see Mo Lingfeng? Who are you from the Mo family? Sit down and talk."
Wu Jin replied respectfully: "Mo Jiedu is ill in bed, and it is rare for Miss Mo to return home. At this time, she is doing her best in front of the hospital bed. I will take charge of things for Miss Mo for the time being."
He sat down opposite Feng Fan and said, "I have no merit and honor, so I have insulted Commander Feng's status because the Mo family is in decline. The deputy envoys and other officials under the Jiedushi cannot be driven by Miss Mo, so I have to come forward." I hope the commander will forgive me."
Mo Lingfeng did not come forward and sent a student with no reputation to come forward. Logically speaking, it was wrong. However, Wu Jin's words were sincere and every word was true, so Feng Fan immediately forgave him.
He couldn't help but ask: "Is Envoy Mo Jiedu okay?"
Wu Jin replied: "Same as before."
Immediately afterwards, Feng Fan started to have questions and answers with Wu Jin. After talking like this for almost half an hour, when Feng Fan walked out of Mo Mansion, he felt that Mo Lingfeng, the little devil, also had pitiable qualities, and his eyes lit up. , my mind changed from a mess to a bright one, and I thought that I also had a promising future.
He thought: "It is better for scholars to be sensible. Wu Jin is right. I can use the Mo family's army to achieve my own merits."
His trip was not in vain, because he could see that the Mo family was not completely in despair. After all, there was not even a single scholar in the family.
Seeing how detailed the questions were, not only did he quietly inquire about General Zhong, but he also asked the fledgling Zhong Tao clearly, fearing that Zhong Tao would take away Mo Lingfeng's achievements.
Feng Fan left in a daze, and Wu Jin left the front hall and returned to Shanye Residence. He saw Mo Lingfeng coming out of the second hall with medicinal energy on his body. He was eating cherries at the table with his head down. Seeing him come back, he put the cherry bowl to the table. He pushed here.
Wu Jin didn't eat, but sat reading a book. The wind was noisy outside, and the room was as quiet as sitting in meditation. One of them was eating, the other was reading, and the silence was like Zen.
The cherries were purple in color. Mo Lingfeng stared into the bowl, picked out a big and good one, and stretched out his hand to deliver it to Wu Jin.
Wu Jin looked up from the book, took the cherry, and saw Mo Lingfeng lowering her head to eat again. When she buried her head, her eyes were bulging up. Looking at her hand, it was still a small palm with slender fingers. It was a very beautiful hand. hand.
She was already quite majestic in the military, but her stature was still thin. She was probably born with such a slender figure, and no matter how much she ate or drank, it would never become rounded.
He smiled, took back his hand and ate the cherry, put the core into the bowl, and asked in a low voice: "When are you leaving?"
Mo Lingfeng puffed out a kernel: "The day after tomorrow."
Wu Jin looked at her with bright eyes: "Is there a holiday during the Dragon Boat Festival?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "No, Sanchuan Village is occupied by Jinlu, and Huaiyuan Village and Dingchuan Village are very difficult to defend."
Wu Jin did not talk about the war lightly, but watched her eating cherries in silence. The shadows of flowers outside the house swayed in the wind, hitting the window panes, and then fell on the table, moving to Mo Lingfeng's face, showing hesitation. of light.
The golden necklace also flashed with light around her neck. These golden lights were like eyes sent by Mo Qianlan, watching Wu Jin's every move, and the necklace was like Mo Qianlan's chain, firmly Mo Lingfeng was tied up.
Three days later, Mo Lingfeng got up very early. After washing, he ran all the way to the second hall - it was still dark, no candles were lit in the room, the light was dim, and there was a dull smell. Mo Lingfeng walked to the bedside. , bent down and said goodbye to Mo Qianlan: "Brother, I'm leaving."
In the gray light, Mo Qianlan seemed to be watching her.
And Mo Lingfeng leaned over his chest, hugged him hard, and whispered: "Brother, actually it doesn't matter if we throw away the two villages of Dingyuan and Huaiyuan. Jinlu is facing Gaoping Village, and the country's territory is in danger of being lost. Jiaqing will not hinder me."
She got up and strode out. Wu Jin came to see her off with freshly fried Yuqian cakes. The two met at the door and said goodbye. Wu Jin watched Mo Lingfeng get on his horse, eating the cake with one hand and holding the reins with the other. Wearing soft armor painted with gold and painted colors, he rode away with great dignity.
Four quarters of an hour later, everyone in the fort and the new recruits left together and headed to the fort.
