Wu Jin solemnly said: "No matter what happens, you can't take risks in the future. The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court. Remember?"
"Um."
"If I really have something to do, I won't hide it from you."
"Well," Mo Lingfeng took out a bottle of burn ointment and gave it to Wu Jin, "There are plenty of them on the table."
"Burn plaster can also be used to treat frostbite," Wu Jin put it away, "I'll wipe it for you later."
"good."
"Is everything okay in Kuanzhou?"
"Everything is fine," Mo Lingfeng told him one after another. "Wu Yi's candy shop is getting bigger and bigger. He has to make several trips to the city to load the people he wants to marry in a carriage. Cheng San——"
She suddenly thought of the second sister of the Cheng family, and immediately said to Wu Jin: "Cheng San's second sister first drugged her mother-in-law to death, and her husband wanted to take a concubine, so she went all out and drugged him too!"
Wu Jin was stunned, feeling that the Cheng family was a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and everyone except Cheng Ting had unique skills: "Cheng Ting is really pitiful."
Mo Lingfeng smiled and said: "The last time Cheng Ting came back, he brought back a candy man stall and set up a candy man at home. His nephew asked him to play a monkey, but he couldn't do it, so he gave him a stick and said it was a monkey. The magic stick of the monkey envoy took a penny from his nephew.
Later, Cheng Suning found out about it, so she grabbed his ear and went to Yuejia, making him play the sweet man for Leopard Slave all day long. It was Xu Huiran who went to pick him up. When he got to my house, he called the yellow dog "Leopard Slave" ', saying that Leopard Slave is a traitor. "
Wu Jin smiled and said: "He has been childish all his life."
He added: "The yellow dog is getting old."
"Well, it's hard to leave anymore."
"Is there still enough food in the fort?"
"It's enough to eat. I bought 100,000 shi in advance, which will last until spring. As soon as shipping opens, I can continue to buy food."
“Are there many people selling land?”
"There are many, and they are all sold at low prices. I asked Yin Bei to collect them quietly."
The study was not far away. When he said this, he had already arrived. Mo Lingfeng turned to Yin Nan and said, "Go and feed the horse before you come back."
Yin Nan almost forgot about the two horses and hurriedly went to the old servant to ask for fodder - Wu Jin did not raise horses, but the front office did.
Wu Jin stepped forward and opened the door, leading Mo Lingfeng into the central hall where guests were received, and then into the east compartment.
An oil lamp is lit in the east compartment, and a pot of charcoal is burning inside. A screen divides the compartment into two. In the front, near the window, is a long table with an upturned head, on which are neatly placed pens, ink, and papers. On the inkstone, there is a piece of bamboo paper spread flatly, with half of the words written on it.
There is a small table next to the table with a simple white porcelain vase with a camellia in it.
Mo Lingfeng stepped forward to look at Wu Jin's half-written words. He saw that it was a letter written to himself. He only wrote a few lines and then stopped writing.
"Listen to the wind,
Yesterday, the night wind blew by the window. In my sleep, I thought it was the sound of a xun whimpering. I sat up in shock, put on my clothes and went out. All I saw was desolation and the roar of the wind. I knew it was not you. "
Mo Lingfeng smiled and said, "I brought it."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Jin stretched out his hand to hold her in front of him, and held her tightly in his arms. He pressed the back of her head with one hand and pushed her head towards his heart. The gold collar was rubbing against his bones, but he didn't care. Feeling pain, he lowered his head and gently smelled the fragrance on her body.
"Why don't you write me back?"
Mo Lingfeng smelled the scent of soap locust on Wu Jin's body and whispered: "Everything is busy in the fort."
Wu Jin knew in his heart that this was a lie, but he was happy with it - he just wanted an answer, whether it was true or false, if he was put in Mo Lingfeng's situation, he might not be able to do it better than Mo Lingfeng. better.
He let go of her and whispered: "Did you bring Xun?"
Mo Lingfeng looked around and saw only one chair, so he walked behind the screen and saw that the furnishings inside were also very simple. There was a couch beside the wall, and the quilt on the couch was square and had a few folds printed on it. Just laid out.
There is a chair and a square table in front of the couch, with refreshments placed on it.
Wu Jin refused to go in and said outside the screen: "There is a couch in the west compartment. Yin Nan can sleep on it."
Mo Lingfeng moved the chair out, placed it in front of the table, and said with a smile, "Please sit down."
When Wu Jin sat down, she also sat down, took out the xun, and played it to Wu Jin.
Wu Jin stared at Mo Lingfeng and listened to the sound of the xun in his ears. He felt that the road was long and long. It was a blessing to be with Mo Lingfeng. Just sitting together and listening to the xun like this, even if it lasted for thousands of years, it would only take a moment. between.
Although the servant in the house was old, he was not deaf. Suddenly he heard the sound of a xun. The more he listened, the more chill he felt in his bones. He asked Yin Nan, "It's haunted."
Yin Nan hugged the hay and threw it to the ground, explaining expressionlessly: "It's our girl who is playing the xun."
The old servant held up the oil lamp and shuddered: "I've never heard of it."
He suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh my God, this is not just for our Xianggong Wu."
Yin Nan replied sternly: "He likes to hear it."
The old servant looked suspicious: "Would you like to hear it?"
He put down the oil lamp and forked some hay: "It's impossible. Mr. Wu doesn't even listen to the harp. When he first came here, he didn't go to listen to the harp when others invited him to do it. There's no way he likes to hear the howling of ghosts and wolves."
Yin Nan once again learned what Yin Bei said: "You know nothing."
The old servant didn't care about Yin Nan's rudeness and said seriously: "Did you girls elope here?"
Yin Nan snorted two cold breaths from his nostrils: "The person named Wu has a beautiful idea!"
The old servant thought to himself and guessed: "Ms. Wu is not close to women. I thought he had a hidden illness, but I didn't expect that he had a sweetheart."
Then he muttered: "For such a big official, if he can't marry his sweetheart, he might as well be an old man like me."
Yin Nan still said the same old saying: "You know nothing."
After feeding the horse, the old servant couldn't appreciate the sound and hurried back to sleep. Yin Nan returned to the study room and waited silently.
Less than four-quarters of an hour later, Wu Jin walked out: "She is in the east compartment. You live in the west compartment. You can rest assured that it is safe here."
Not only was it safe here, it was also very quiet. Yin Nan slept until midnight, and when he woke up it was still dark. He stood by the window and noticed someone was outside. When he opened the window and looked, he saw that Wu Jin was neatly dressed. Qi, standing in the yard, didn't know how long he had been standing there.
He heard the sound of the window opening, looked up at Yin Nan, and raised his index finger to signal silence.
Yin Nan closed the window with a snap and thought to himself: "Not even the prison boss has been so strict."
At the same time, Mo Lefeng also woke up. Yin Nan heard the noise and walked over. Mo Lefeng was already sitting by the bed: "What time is it?"
Yin Nan replied: "I don't know. I'll ask the person named Wu."
"Wu Jin is outside?" Mo Lingfeng put on his coat, pulled on his shoes, walked to the desk, opened the window and looked out, and sure enough he saw Wu Jin.
There was a layer of moisture on Wu Jin's soap-colored hair, and the exposed temples were also damp. Her face was blue with cold. When she saw Mo Lingfeng, she smiled slightly: "It's just Mao Shi."
Mo Lingfeng was still not energetic yet, so he laughed in a daze: "Why are you so early?"
"I had a nightmare and woke up early." Wu Jin walked to the stone steps outside the window and reached out to touch Mo Lingfeng's face. "Doctor Li's plaster really worked."
"What dream?"
"I dreamed you were gone."
