There was silence in the room.
The candle flames flickered, which seemed to support what Wu Jin said, but also seemed to be a silent irony - the governor's mansion could still be illuminated by candles, but the people in the mansion were already displaced and had no food to eat.
A fine mist of snow fell outside the house, and the cold wind stirred up flying flowers. It was hard to tell whether the snow was flying upward or falling.
After Tao Zhizhou agreed to build the warehouse, Wu Jin, Lou Zhifu, and Gao Xiancheng had already left, leaving only Tao Zhifu and his close aides sitting in the house, discussing how to build the warehouse.
Tao Zhizhou was filled with anger and never dissipated.
Eating it and spitting it out is worse than not eating at all.
But he had to vomit.
He sneered and said: "I don't know how high the sky is. Do you think that by becoming your majesty's loyal minister and cutting off the carrion in the court for your majesty, you can rise to the top? As expected, he is a cake seller from a humble background. Little does he know that corruption in this officialdom has always been the norm. If there is no one in the government, who would dare to use a tael of silver in the treasury."
He picked up the tea cup, but couldn't drink it anymore, so he put the tea cup back on the table with a bang: "This time it really capsized in the gutter."
The staff also said: "Wu Tongpan is still young and does not know that there is no place for people who are honest and upright in the court."
Tao Zhizhou walked to the window, opened the diamond lattice window, and looked out at the snowy night.
On a snowy night, it is like a court with turbulent waves. A lamp standing in the wind and snow not only cannot clearly see the disputed situation, but is also in danger of being extinguished.
It is simply an idiot's dream for one person to create a clear and just world.
"The vision of selling cakes can only be short-term and short-term, and cannot be long-term."
Wu Jin, the cake seller, was walking quickly in the wind and snow holding an oil-paper umbrella. He had no servants, no sedan, and walked around the officialdom on two legs.
It was past midnight and the night was quiet. Wu Jin walked towards the back door of Tongbuan Mansion. Before he could close his umbrella, he saw two people standing in front of the door.
There was a lantern hanging under the back porch, but there were no candles lit inside. With the dim skylight, he saw Yin Nan first. Yin Nan was standing in front of the horse, wrapped into a rice dumpling. His eyes were empty, without content, looking at people. When looking at it, it's like looking at a piece of wood.
Then, he looked at Mo Lingfeng who was standing on the stone steps.
Mo Lingfeng was looking at the couplets posted on the door. He was also wearing a fox fur and a furry fur hat. When he heard the footsteps, he immediately looked at Wu Jin.
Wu Jin's eyes gradually widened, and he stood there in disbelief. Then a little surprise burst out from the bottom of his heart, and it felt heavy and warm to his limbs.
After a little surprise, there was overwhelming joy.
Listen!
He put away the oil-paper umbrella, walked over in three steps at a time, leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the wall, took off his crane cloak, shook it out and put it on Mo Lingfeng.
His hands were trembling uncontrollably. When his fingers crossed Mo Lingfeng's fox fur, he felt the coldness and moisture on the fox fur. His eyes also became moist, and his eyelashes instantly clustered together.
"You came."
"coming."
Wu Jin stretched out his hand to hold Mo Lingfeng's hand, and then quickly let go. He hurriedly took out the key from his pocket, unlocked the fish lock on the corner door, and pushed open the doors on both sides. He put one hand around Mo Lingfeng's shoulder and led him Follow her inside.
Interlocking their fingers, he stepped across the door, then turned to Yin Nan and said, "Bring the horse in and tie it to the tree first."
After that, he held Mo Lingfeng's hand and walked in again. He walked very quickly. Before Mo Lingfeng had time to look at the dark garden, they had already passed the Moon Gate.
An old servant walked towards him, and Wu Jin immediately asked him to go out and buy hot water and food. Mo Lingfeng didn't see the other servants, so he turned to Yin Nan and raised his chin, and Yin Nan followed him with the baggage.
Wu Jin led Mo Lingfeng in silence until they reached the main house where he lived.
Without opening a word, he went to light the oil lamp. When the light came on, he saw Mo Lingfeng in his heart at first glance.
There were large red spots on the upper half of Mo Lingfeng's face, which turned red from being scratched by her. At a glance, it was obvious that he had frostbite.
He walked over, took off Mo Lingfeng's crane cloak, and put it on a black screen. He then helped her take off her heavy fox fur that could squeeze out water, and took off her fur hat, revealing a head with fried hair. .
He stretched out his hand to straighten her hair.
Both of them were silent, with too many words to express and too many feelings to express.
Wu Jin quickly moved the brazier, lifted the chopsticks, pulled out the charcoal grate, and added five or six charcoal to it. He looked up at Mo Lingfeng who was sitting down, and saw that not only her face was frostbitten, but her hands were also frostbitten. It's red and swollen.
He couldn't see her feet, but he had been on the road himself, and his feet were often too cold to feel. What's more, Mo Lingfeng came from a snowstorm, so her feet might have turned into knots.
He just hated that the fire was not strong enough, so he squeezed out the most bland words from among thousands of words: "When did it come out?"
Mo Lingfeng's tired head was empty and he replied: "Yesterday."
Wu Jin placed the brazier in front of her, found a fan, opened it, and carefully fanned the fire while mentally calculating the distance.
While calculating, he looked at Mo Lingfeng again.
The chin is pointed and thin.
"Take a shortcut?"
Mo Lingfeng said "hmm", put his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned back, and suddenly said: "Are your burns healed?"
There was a "buzzing" sound in Wu Jin's mind, and his heart, which was originally like an abyss, was suddenly shaken up by this wild wind.
He couldn't calm down and looked at Mo Lingfeng almost at a loss.
Mo Lingfeng rarely replied to the letter. He broke it open and crumbled it, and read it countless times. He thought he knew everything about the letter, but he never thought that all he knew was just a little bit of what Mo Lingfeng had poured into it.
This face-to-face concern is her fiery sincerity. She sees the truth from the clues, breaks through the man-made and natural constraints at the same time, succumbs to her sincerity, and delivers it to herself bloody and undisguised.
This heart is so hot that it must be held in the palm of your hand and cherished.
The etiquette that Wu Jin had received for many years, the awe of the saints, and the restraints he had placed on himself with the virtues of the saints disappeared at this moment. He willingly fell into Mo Lingfeng's trap, making her what he wanted in his life and what he had been obsessed with for three lifetimes. Let her control her soul and her life.
He stood up suddenly, stepped over the brazier, bent over, put one hand on the armrest of the chair, grabbed Mo Lingfeng's hand tightly, and stretched his other hand towards her cheek, backward and downward, and clasped the back of her neck. , kissed her lips.
After a brief touch of dragonfly, he relaxed his hand slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of Mo Lingfeng's. Their breaths were hot and intertwined, so he tightened his grip again and lowered his head.
The sound of "peeling" of new charcoal added to the brazier continues, the fire is raging, the house is as warm as spring, and the wind blows outside and the snow is overwhelming, covering the world at this moment.
The dripping in the copper pot refused to stop, making a ruthless "ticking" sound, letting time pass by. (End of chapter)
