I don’t know how long Wu Jin’s letter had been blocked by Ningzhou Zhizhou. It was only today that it reached Mo Lingfeng’s hands. Mo Lingfeng drank a cup of honey water, ate all the bayberries and pulp, wiped his hands, solemnly put out the pen and paper, and gave it to him. reply.
She first wrote eloquently, wherever she thought, and after she finished writing, she scribbled on it, and finally crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the slag bucket.
She laid out a new piece of paper, bit the tip of her pen, and wrote a few more lines. After a while, she threw it into the slag bucket again.
Yin Nan was sitting at the door. When she heard the movement, she looked back. After half an hour, she thought to herself: "Is the girl writing a letter or a heavenly book?"
After another half an hour, she turned around again and saw that Mo Lingfeng was still rummaging, and thought to herself, "It's time to finish writing the Book of Heaven."
Mo Lingfeng's buttocks ached when he sat down, and the scrap bucket was full. It was either too heavy or too light. He wrote until midnight, scratching his head and ears, but he still couldn't understand what he wrote.
Yin Nan slept on the couch in the cubicle, breathing very softly. Mo Lingfeng sat alone in front of the case, listening to the constant sound of rain outside. He rolled up another piece of paper on the case and threw it into the slag bucket. In the middle, there was no room for it in the slag bucket, and the paper ball rolled from the slag bucket to the ground.
She stood up and moved her hands and feet, opened the pottery pot, picked up a spoon, dug out two bayberries from it, poured it into a tea cup, brewed a large cup, and took a gulp of it, and then returned to the case. I dragged the tax book over and copied two pages.
She counted these two pages of the tax book as part of the letter and asked Wu Jin to see if there was anything wrong with the tax book. Because Kuanzhou was an important border area and the home of the Mo family, the emperor would personally inquire about the money and food in Kuanzhou. Wang Yunsheng and others People would rather take action on military pay than on tax books.
However, with the help of these two tax forms without any problems, Mo Lingfeng successfully replied to the letter.
As if her hands were hot, she finished writing in a hurry, put the pen on Beacon Hill, waited for the ink to dry, and quickly sealed it. Before the seal had dried, she suddenly tore it open, took out the letter paper again, and wrote at the end: "I saw a letter. A huge eagle, with wings spread like clouds, soaring in the wind and sand, catching yellow sheep and flying into the sky without any effort. It is truly a wonderful creation of heaven, but it is a pity that I don't have any feathers to give you."
After finishing writing, she felt very comfortable, sealed it again, and pressed it together with the letter to Cheng Ting, waiting to be sent out tomorrow.
After stretching, she went to sit on the porch and blew the xun "whimperingly". The blowing made the gods howl and ghosts cry. The wind filled the valleys, and the sound of the continuous rain filled her ears.
After playing only half of the song, she suddenly remembered that there would be a martial arts lecture tomorrow, and she quickly silenced her voice so as not to disturb those around her.
At Mao hour of the next day, when the clouds had cleared and the rain had stopped, the Mo army, in response to the sound of golden blowing and beating of drums, arrayed themselves in the largest school field in Gaoping Village, wearing armor and armor, shining brightly on the heaven and earth.
Although Zhong Jiaqing was the commander of the army in name only, he had experienced hundreds of battles and was well-versed in facing the enemy. Standing on a high platform, his voice was like a loud bell, and he talked about the etiquette of battle formations and the method of setting up formations.
Every time he lectured, he ordered a battalion of soldiers to go out for drills.
Mo Lingfeng was wearing heavy armor and holding a long sword. Every time she practiced, she would line up in front of the formation. The soldiers were strong and strong, with pipa legs and axle bodies. Dare to sneer.
They ate food from the Mo family, wore clothes from the Mo family, and lived with Mo Lingfeng day and night, training and fighting together. Mo Lingfeng's majesty was displayed in front of them with blood, and their loyalty and awe had long been firmly established. Unmovable.
At this time, they formed an array, with battle flags and drums in front, swords and shields in the vanguard, spears in the back, and archers at the end. They advanced and retreated in time with the sound of the drums. The momentum was overwhelming, shaking both inside and outside the village, and even more intimidating Cai Da. Jinlu was defeated once.
When the martial arts lecture was over and it was already noon, Mo Lingfeng ordered Yin Nan to go out to deliver the message. He took off his heavy armor and washed away the sweat. After eating, he accepted the invitation of Zhong Jiaqing and went to the top of the city with him.
After the rain, it was sunny and hot, and the sun was scorching directly on the city. It was noon, and the city was like a volcano. The archers and soldiers standing behind the parapet were sweating profusely. Every half an hour, they would Need to change defense.
The two found a secluded place. Mo Lingfeng approached the hot stone wall and looked around. He saw Jinlu's tents and Qiang people's domes scattered among the yellow sand and stones. The traces of burning were clearly visible.
Because of the drill in Gaoping Village, Jin Lu was not to be outdone and was also galloping on horseback.
The sound of horse hooves was as dense as a drum, and the light of the sword flashed white under the shadow of the sun. A moment later, the golden trumpet was blown again, and the horses that were galloping just now immediately returned to the team, with the Iron Buddha in front, and the kidnapping horse behind them. On the side, the cavalry formed in the rear, with flags swaying and fluttering in the wind, showing off their power facing Gaoping Village.
Mo Lingfeng looked away from Jin Lu and looked into the distance.
Zhong Jiaqing pondered for a long time, then said: "You don't like using foreigners, why did you capture that Qiang boy again?"
Mo Lingfeng smiled and said, "If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot."
She reached out and picked up a grain of sand on the wall, threw it down the wall, and said casually: "He looks good."
"Nonsense," Zhong Jiaqing glared at her, "If you try to find out the news about Jin Lu from this Qiang people, I'm afraid it's in vain. Qiang people are tough-talking."
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Not necessarily."
He is just a Qiang man and cannot cause much trouble. Zhong Jiaqing did not mention the matter and instead said: "After this battle, I believe you can defend Gaoping Village and protect the country."
A gust of hot wind swept over him, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat: "Tan Xuan is a very smart person. He got drunk as soon as he arrived. But when he left, he seemed to have no intention of having a few casual chats with my soldiers. "I asked you how to run the army in the women's army. My soldiers only said the secrets of the army, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense."
Randomness is a well-prepared plan, and small talk is also well-aimed.
Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pointed upwards: "This person is carefully selected. After all, he is not just someone to take advantage of."
Zhong Jiaqing pressed her hand: "How disrespectful!"
Then he faced east, bowed deeply, and with mixed feelings in his heart, turned to Mo Lingfeng and said, "Tan Xuan is suspicious of you."
"It's the person behind him who is suspicious of me," Mo Lingfeng pressed the knife with his right hand, "He has a sense of proportion and will not seek death. When he came, the Mo family's army had done its duty and had never overstepped its bounds. He was in the military household. I can't find anything wrong, and I can't get angry for a moment or three."
She looked at where Jin Lu was and sneered: "What if I have a seizure? Even if my Mo family can't conquer the world, can't we still conquer this mere state?"
Zhong Jiaqing stared at her right hand, watching her touch the knife casually, and then looked at her indifferent expression, looking down on all living beings like a slave. There seemed to be unspoken meaning hidden between her lips and tongue: "Don't say one state, it is ten states. Given time, we can get it back!”
His heart was slightly shaken, and he scolded: "Isn't it the king's soil in the whole world? What do you use it for? I think you are dizzy from the heat!"
Mo Lingfeng smiled: "What you're saying is that it's too hot here. Why don't you go down? I have a jar of honey that came from thousands of miles away. No one has tasted it. I'll make a cup for you to relieve the heat."
As soon as she said it was thousands of miles away, Zhong Jiaqing immediately remembered the wild boar. He didn't want to eat even delicacies, so he waved his hand and walked down the stone steps: "No, I'm going to patrol the camp."
(End of chapter)
