"Where is the letter?"
"Letter? It rained heavily that day, and there was no leather seal on the letter. Shi Yuan carried it on his body, and it was completely wet." Cheng Ting sighed, "Fortunately, there are only seven words. If there were too many words, Shi Yuan and I would not be able to remember it. "
He took a sip of tea and said, "It's life and death at the same time. What does it mean?"
Mo Lingfeng did not answer, but asked: "If you can't understand, why are you here again?"
Cheng Ting leaned back tiredly: "Dog, Lao Huang! You had to let me come, and you chewed up every piece of my clothes. Hui Ran cut them for me with her own hands!"
His heart ached when he thought about that piece of clothing: "I miss Wu Jin so much."
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "I think so too."
Cheng Ting laughed and looked at Mo Lingfeng, suddenly feeling particularly close to him.
This was his shameless friend since childhood. He thought that they would start families and separate when they grew up, but he didn't expect that after such a tragic war, he would be the one who stayed by Mo Yefeng's side.
He scooped a bowl of porridge for Mo Lingfeng: "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt much anymore. The plaster Li Yi put on can relieve the pain," Mo Lingfeng suddenly asked, "Did I take any medicine when I came back?"
"It's hard to get enough water and rice," Cheng Ting took the can of tempeh from the nanny, "Eat more."
Mo Lingfeng saw him striding out with the jar in his arms. He was tall and handsome, with no worries in his heart. He couldn't help but smile and drank some more porridge.
After finishing the porridge, she went back to sleep. She slept until the middle of the night. When she woke up, she suddenly found that the sky had changed outside.
The sky was overcast, not because it was going to rain, but because it suddenly turned cold. The ice basin was removed from the house, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the wind whistled.
Mo Lingfeng got up, put on some clothes, and asked Yin Nan to walk to the second hall. Zell climbed down from the Jiusixuan tree and followed her.
The big yellow dog was curled up under the corridor of the east wing. When it saw Mo Lingfeng, it wagged its tail.
Li Yi Tie stayed in the house. There were only two aunts sitting in the corridor embroidering patterns and chatting. They were so absorbed in talking that they didn't even see Mo Lingfeng coming.
"The situation has changed in an instant. How long do you think it will take before I can get cold?"
"It's still early. It turns out that I like the cold the most. Once it's cold, I can work at home instead of going to the fields."
"I remember it was freezing when you entered the house."
"Yes, I am thinking that I have no work and am living at home. If I sell it, I can earn back the bride price for my brother. You don't know that the day I first entered the house, I looked at the uncle and was trembling with fear."
"Me too. In the past few years, I am no longer so scared when I look at my uncle."
"But he is good-looking. I have never seen such a good-looking person anywhere in the village."
"Yes, we are taking advantage."
One of the aunts suddenly felt a chill on her back. She turned around and saw Mo Lingfeng standing at the door, listening to their gossip attentively. She was so frightened that she almost slipped off her chair.
"girl!"
"girl!"
The two people put aside their work and stood up in a hurry. While saluting, they thought about what they had just said. Their faces were all red with embarrassment, and they were trembling, waiting for their resignation.
Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and looked at the fish and lotus flowers they had embroidered: "Interesting."
The expressions of the two aunts suddenly changed. Seeing that they were frightened, Mo Lingfeng explained, "It means that the pattern is good, so embroider one for me."
After that, she pushed the door open and went in. Li Yitie was in the room giving Mo Qianlan an injection to prolong his life. It was already time to remove the injection.
He took out the silver needles one by one and put them back in the medicine box. He pressed Mo Lingfeng's hand again and changed the medicine for his wound. He walked out of the room and planned to go back to the medicine shop.
Mo Lingfeng sat on the small table, raised his left hand, hugged Mo Qianlan with one hand, buried his face on Mo Qianlan's chest, took a deep sniff, then raised his head, turned to tell Yin Nan: "Bring me a pen and ink. "
Yin Nan went to the desk and retrieved Li Yitie's unpacked pen and ink. Mo Lingfeng took the pen, dipped it in the ink, and drew a stroke on Mo Qianlan's forehead.
Mo Qianlan didn't respond.
Mo Lingfeng added another stroke and talked to Mo Qianlan while painting.
she says
Li Yitie was indeed a miracle doctor. He was unable to get in, but Li Yitie was able to pry open her mouth and apply insecticide to her.
She said that one day when it was sunny, she stood on the female wall and looked out, and found that the sky was a very beautiful green color. She had never seen it on any porcelain. The sensitivity of the Qiang people was ultimately related to the heaven and earth that raised them. Or is it innate, or is it guided by God.
She said that Cheng Ting used to run away when he saw his uncle, but now he has the courage to stay here, full of worries and secrets, and his courage has become bigger.
After Mo Qianlan's face was covered with flowers, she put down her pen and whispered: "Brother stinky, I'll punish you."
She added: "Brother, have a good rest. I will take care of the outside matters."
The ink on Mo Qianlan's face was not dry, his expression remained unchanged, his breathing was normal, but his heart was beating violently.
Mo Lingfeng asked Yin Nan to wipe it off with a handkerchief. Before Yin Nan could move, Li Yitie suddenly came in: "My pulse..."
He walked behind the screen, reached out and picked up the forgotten pulse pillow, looked at Mo Qianlan with dumbfounded eyes, and then looked at Mo Lingfeng: "This is..."
Mo Lingfeng kept a straight face and replied seriously: "This is a mark. I will be able to find my brother in the next life."
"Then your brother will be miserable in his next life, with a face full of scars."
Mo Lingfeng hesitated and ran away, his face full of embarrassment of being caught for doing something bad.
When Li Yitie heard the door closing, he shook his head and sighed: "Naughty."
Mo Qianlan opened her eyes and smiled helplessly: "This is the old man."
The doting was all in this smile. No matter what Mo Lingfeng did, it was always interesting, cute, and good. Even if his face was painted with flowers, he was still quirky.
Li Yitie couldn't bear to see the stupid look on his face, so he twisted a handkerchief and threw it to him, rolling his eyes secretly.
When Mo Lingfeng walked out of the second hall, Zell was still waiting outside the door of the second hall, playing with the xun in his hand and looking at Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng stood in the dim skylight, surrounded by dense water vapor. His hair was black and thick, glowing with a faint blue light. A section of his neck was snow-white. The silk ribbon was tied around his waist. He held it tightly, and the wind blew through the skirt, wrapping up his slender and slender hair. leg.
Every time she came out of the second hall, he felt that Mo Lingfeng was not an indifferent devil, but a human being.
As dusk fell the next day, Mo Lingfeng led his soldiers back to the fortress.
The great victory of Baozhai was a great event for the country, and for the people of Kuanzhou, they could not suppress their joy. The streets that had been empty for a long time were filled with people, celebrating the victory and seeing off the soldiers who died in the battle.
In a restaurant near Mo Mansion, the two of them watched Mo Lingfeng leading his entourage out on horseback. The young man whispered, "Do you want to wait another day?"
The middle-aged man held the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp: "No need, failed, change the goal."
"Do you want to do it here?"
"No, was the good news from the castle sent away in a hurry?"
"Sent me off on the evening of the 11th."
"We will go to Jeju first to lay out our plans. We will wait for His Majesty's envoy to arrive and then we will start on the way when she enters Beijing."
"yes."
Putting down their wine glasses, the two walked out of the restaurant in the cool breeze, put on their soap-colored cloaks to block their sharp knives, got on their horses, and galloped towards Jeju through the heavy lights.
