Zell waited for a moment, not waiting for the poison to kill him. He only waited until the candy gradually melted and dissipated, and finally only a little sweetness remained between his lips and teeth.
This small piece of candy gave him a little sweetness and softened his bones unconsciously. He looked at Mo Lingfeng and said, "Zell."
As these two words came out, failure suddenly swept over him - before that, he would rather die than surrender. Even if he had become a prisoner, he could still have strong bones, a strong neck, and a strong head.
Perhaps it was the pain that first weakened his will, and then this piece of candy completely softened him, leaving him completely defeated.
He lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and did not allow himself to lose any more. He slowly reached his left hand into his arms, rubbed a small white stone, and prayed in his heart: "Sun God, Mountain God, Tree God, Goat God , God of the Earth, God of Killing Mercy. Today, our people have fallen into a foreign land, and we will protect our people. If we die here, we will lead our people into the path of reincarnation."
After praying in his heart for a long time, his mind gradually became blurred, his back slid down, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Lingfeng reached out and grabbed his braided hair and pulled it up, forcing him to raise his head. He stared at his sleeping face for a long time and murmured: "Between the clouds and mud."
It suddenly became gloomy outside, with a damp air in the wind. Thunder rose from the ground and rolled upwards. Zell was unconscious and completely lethargic. Mo Lingfeng picked up the oil lamp and retreated.
"Look at him," Mo Lefeng handed the oil lamp to Xiao Bing, "don't let him die."
Xiaobing nodded repeatedly: "Yes."
Mo Lingfeng walked back amid a gust of thunder and wind. Nomad Qing stood outside the gate, holding a huge bundle. When he saw Mo Lingfeng coming back, he quickly bowed and said, "General, Yin Bei has sent something."
Yin Nan stepped forward, took the baggage, walked back to the house, spread the baggage on the square table, and took out the clothes and baggage inside. Mo Lingfeng opened it and saw several newly cut summer shirts and summer socks. Two pairs of satin shoes.
She handed the clothes, shoes and socks to Yin Nan to put away and go look at other things.
Two letters, a newspaper, two tabloids, a transit tax book, and an amphorae, whose contents are unknown.
As for the letters, one was from Cheng Ting and the other was from Wu Jin.
She walked to the desk with the tabloids, newspapers and letters, took out the fire folder, lit the candle, and read the newspaper first, looking for useful things between the lines.
After reading it, I looked at the tax book and finally took out the two letters.
She opened Cheng Ting's letter first. It started with the words "Er Gou", followed by "The Emperor is worthy of his wishes", and then another line of big words "I'm getting married."
She thought to herself: "Congratulations."
Before she could look down, there was a sudden crackling sound outside. She stood up and opened the window to take a look, and saw heavy raindrops falling, stirring up dust and mud all over the ground.
Yin Nan rushed out like an arrow. Before he could put away his clothes, heavy rain had already poured down. The hot flashes suddenly jumped up from the ground, accompanied by a burst of lightning and thunder, and strong winds. A month of rain has finally fallen.
Raindrops hit the edge of the window, splashing small water droplets and falling on Mo Lingfeng's clothes. She took a step back, without closing the window, but waited for the heat to dissipate.
The cold air hit her, so she retreated to the table and sat down. She smelled the moist vegetation and earthy scent, and felt that the heat of the past few days was gone. She picked up Cheng Ting's letter and continued reading.
Yin Nan came back with the clothes in his arms, but within a short time, he was already soaked to the skin, his hair fell on his head in strands, and water was already dripping from under the hem of his clothes.
The washed clothes also got wet.
She turned her head and glanced at Mo Lingfeng, and saw that Mo Lingfeng stood up to polish his ink, as if he wanted to reply to the letter.
So she withdrew her gaze, went to the compartment, found the bamboo smoker cage, put all her clothes on it, then walked along the corridor to the side room to change clothes, and came back with a plate of snacks.
Just walking on the corridor once again made my shoes wet from the rain.
She moved a stool to sit at the door, watching Mo Lingfeng while eating, keeping her ears straight so as not to miss any unusual movements in the heavy rain.
After eating a piece of pastry, she heard the sound of Xiao Dou running over - he had big feet and big shoes, and when he filled them with water, he made a particularly loud movement.
She stood up, ready to respond to Xiao Dou knocking on the door, but Xiao Dou just ran over in a hurry. She sat down again, and at the same time she felt strange in her heart, as if she had lost something.
But she couldn't figure out what this strange emotion was, so she could only suppress the hollowness in her heart with cakes. She turned to look at Mo Lingfeng, and saw that Mo Lingfeng was no longer writing, but was reading the letter.
This time I was reading Wu Jin’s letter.
"Listen to the wind, I have arrived in Ningzhou, I miss you very much.
On April 19, the twenty-ninth year of Yuan Zhang, Wu Jin. "
Putting down the bamboo paper, Mo Lingfeng looked at the other one.
"Listen to the wind, Ningzhou is rich and prosperous with people and things. There are three wharves and the shipping department is like a city. However, before I came to Ningzhou, I checked the annual tax of Ningzhou. It is comparable to Kuanzhou and Jeju. Wang Yunsheng and his ilk are here. , there are so many.
The magistrate, magistrate, and three ministers hosted a banquet to invite us. We have a close relationship with everyone, and we are very familiar with each other in conversation. We have been in touch with each other for a long time.
The food here is mostly spicy and salty. When I went to the market, I saw a fruit made from bayberry, papaya, calamus, ginger, green plum, and perilla. It was soaked in honey. In summer, it was mixed with water and served on the ice. , drinking it makes you feel relaxed and relaxed.
I have bought it and will send it to you later. Don’t be too fond of cold drinks. Use less ice. Rinse your mouth after drinking to be careful of tooth decay.
On April 25, the twenty-ninth year of Yuan Zhang, Wu Jin. "
Mo Lingfeng put down the letter and quickly turned around to get the small clay pot from the square table. He patted open the mud seal, untied the cotton rope, and uncovered the oil paper. He saw a layer of golden honey hanging on the oil paper.
Her fingers were also stained with honey. She put the oil paper down, licked her fingers, looked for a moment on the table, and shouted loudly: "Yin Nan, spoon!"
Yin Nan put down the pastry, walked over, took a wooden spoon from the cherry frying jar on the shelf and handed it to her. Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand and scooped out a spoonful.
Honey juice was flowing on the spoon, covered with a bayberry and a few strands of melon. She stuffed them into her mouth without thinking.
Yin Nan stood aside and watched as Mo Lingfeng suddenly became happy. She was beaming with joy as she held the spoon, and asked her to use a clean spoon to make the sugar water. She turned around and took out a porcelain spoon from the sugar jar and scooped out a few bayberries. Take cold water and wash it.
Mo Lingfeng held the tea cup, took a sip, and sat back at the desk to read the letter.
"Lingfeng, I was supposed to go out to send letters today, but the magistrate of Ningzhou blocked me in the government office because the army was in urgent need of money and food, and asked me and the transport envoy to quickly count the spring money and food and send them to the treasury.
The deadline is approaching. If I don't sign the document, it will be a crime if the money and food cannot arrive at the household department and be stored in the warehouse on time.
However, the amount of money and food, especially the amount of tax money from the Shipping Department, is really very different. From what I saw on the dock, hundreds of ships came and went in a day, but there were only a dozen or so in the account book.
Zhizhou uses both soft and hard tactics. I haven't made a single move yet, let's see how he behaves.
The summer flowers in the garden are gorgeous and blazing. I open the doors and windows of my residence, and sometimes a wild breeze comes in and enters the room, which makes me miss you. I have been away for a long time. I wonder how you are, and I look forward to your return.
On April 26, the twenty-ninth year of Yuan Zhang, Wu Jin. "
