Wu Jin's chest was bulging, full of hot sugar and had not yet cooled down.
The old servant came into the house to collect the leftovers. Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly ran towards the front office with the dried sugar stove.
He spread his legs, ran to the stable and took out a horse, stepped on the stirrup, turned over on the horse, took out the whip and flicked it hard, and ran out of the stable.
Outside the Yimen, Tao Zhizhou's sedan had just pressed down on the sedan pole, and Tao Zhizhou's head emerged from the sedan. Before he could stand still, there was a flower in front of his eyes. When he looked closely, he saw a horse charging like crazy. go out.
The person on the horse seems to be Wu Jin.
"Wu——"
He took a step forward and shouted loudly. Before he could say the word "Tong San", he couldn't even see the shadow of the horse.
It was past the hour of Unity, and the sky gradually darkened. Wu Jin beat the horse with all his strength, and galloped up the mountain road with all his strength.
Mo Lingfeng took the shortcut when he came, and he didn't take the official route when he left.
It snowed last night, but it was sunny all day today. The snow in the mountains had completely melted, and the entire mountain road was so muddy that the horses could not run.
Wu Jin was anxious, looking at the messy horse hoof marks winding on the muddy mountain road, urging the horse hard, not knowing where Mo Lingfeng had gone.
The horse he was riding was far inferior to Mo Lingfeng's carefully selected war horse, and was even worse than the horse in the delivery shop. No matter how hard he was beaten, he was always dragging his feet.
He was sweating so much that he simply turned over and dismounted and stepped into the mud.
His two feet instantly became heavy, and the crane cloak and the hem of his white shirt were stained with mud and water. He covered the sugar dryer on his chest with one hand, grabbed a bare branch with the other, and stepped on it with the help of his strength. The dry ground on one side of the mountain road.
As he let go of the branch, it shook, and the unmelted snow on the treetop crashed down, falling all over his head and face.
He didn't have time to take pictures, so he raised his legs and ran up the mountain. Using his hands and feet, he rolled and climbed, chasing the horse's hoof prints on the mountain road.
He knew that he could not run faster than the horse, so he had to do his best. The crane cloak was thick and heavy, and it had a wide robe with long sleeves, making it very inconvenient to run. He took it off and threw it casually in the forest, and his head was caught by a branch. It was hooked up, and the bun was messed up. Most of the hair was scattered, leaving only half a bun.
At the same time, he went as far as possible into the woods - Mo Lingfeng took a shortcut, and he also took a shortcut.
The mountain road is just mud, but the forest that has been eaten clean by locusts is full of thorns, gravel, snow, and even bones if you step on it.
Wu Jin didn't look at his feet. His arms and thighs were in burning pain. They were all bloody marks scratched by sharp thorns. The thin layer of snow on the treetops couldn't resist his rampage. It fell almost wherever he went. layer.
His hair and clothes were soaked, and he was steaming and exhausted from running. When he reached the top of the mountain, he still could not see Mo Lingfeng.
Looking around, the woods are getting whiter and whiter - after leaving Shuozhou, it is the land of blizzards. The mountains and plains are covered with white snow, and it can't be seen to the end.
All the passionate and wanton emotions, running around day and night, are all buried in it and are no longer known to anyone.
Wu Jin's head was steaming with steam, and he was hunched over, with one hand on his thigh, and the other pressing the dry sugar stove he had brought along the way. There was a "bang" in his ears, which was the sound coming from his body, and his heart was already He was beating so hard that it almost came out of his throat, and big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, silently.
Panting, he raised his head, looked helplessly ahead, stretched out his hands to support the tree trunk, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen to the wind!"
The hoarse voice spread out layer by layer, echoing in the valleys, startling the insects, birds and beasts hidden deep in the snow, making rustling sounds, making it more and more clear that his shout was rootless. , can only wander a little bit in the mountains and fields, and then be swallowed up.
He sat slumped on the ground and felt cold.
There was also the smell of blood in his mouth. He didn't know whether it was from running out or shouting. Looking back at the way he came, he couldn't muster the strength to walk back.
The rough breathing gradually subsided, and just when he was about to stand up holding on to the tree trunk, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came to his ears, and it got closer and closer, so close.
He raised his head suddenly and looked towards where the sound came from.
The white horse and the beautiful woman ran out of the overwhelming snow, ran up to him, got off the horse, looked astonished, and then came forward.
"Wu Jin?"
Wu Jin stood up in confusion.
Only then did he realize that he was in a mess, he was dirty, and his hair was disheveled. He retracted his outstretched hand and said with a wry smile: "Don't leave without saying goodbye."
Mo Lingfeng raised her hand and hugged him.
In Mo Lingfeng's breath, he was defeated. He wanted to tighten Mo Lingfeng, but something was wrong. So he let go, took out the sugar drying stove, and handed it to Yin Nan who came after him: "Eat on the road, rice cakes." It doesn’t taste good.”
Yin Nan took it in his hand and felt that the cake was still warm. He immediately picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, squatting aside to chew it.
Without the cake, Wu Jin immediately reached out and held Mo Lingfeng in his arms again.
"No matter when or where you go, let me see you off."
Their lives may seem unrelated, but in fact they have the same breath flowing secretly as every plant and tree in the mountain.
Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand, came out of his arms, nodded and said, "Okay."
She looked up at the sky. It had completely darkened, leaving only a faint light, reflecting the dazzling light of snow. She whispered: "I'm leaving."
Wu Jin smiled: "Okay, take it seriously."
The thrilling arrival and earth-shattering farewell all turned into a gentle smile in the end.
Mo Lingfeng got on his horse and rode away with Yin Nan. When they returned to Kuanzhou Fortress, the time limit mentioned by her and Nomad Qing had not passed.
Everything was peaceful in the fort, the snow was still heavy, and the war-free card could not be put down for a while. On the contrary, Zhizhou Tan Xuan went to the fort more often.
This is also human nature. If there are 50,000 troops stationed in the fortress during the war, it will be difficult to distinguish the entanglements if they focus on the outside world. The time of truce is the time to clearly see the secrets.
Moreover, the emperor was far away in Kyoto, and he was worried that there was a person named "Mo" among the 50,000-strong army. Even if he did not know whether her women's army was strong or weak, the emperor's suspicion was enough to drive Tan Xuan to the fortress again and again.
Tan Xuan's purpose was clear to both Mo Lingfeng and Zhong Jiaqing, and they always did it flawlessly. Tan Xuan returned without success several times, and due to severe snowstorms, he had to find ways to provide relief before giving up.
On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Mo Lingfeng returned to the fortress from Mo Mansion and celebrated the New Year with the soldiers as usual.
The wharf was closed to shipping, and there were no fireworks or firecrackers in Kuanzhou. The Cheng family also went to Jeju to celebrate the New Year. The city became increasingly deserted, but the fortress was still a bit lively because of the large number of people.
Mo Lingfeng stood by the window, looking out the open door, watching the soldiers coming and going, chatting and laughing, and stood quietly for more than an hour.
Yin Nan pushed the door open and walked in, holding a bowl of steamed buns. Mo Lingfeng moved his hands and feet. When he was about to eat, he suddenly heard the sound of xun coming from outside.
Someone is blowing the xun.
