Yu Jun

After a while, Wu Jin carefully held the copybook and returned to the side hall. He walked to the table and sat down. He opened the yellow silk and looked at the remaining paper and signed it with the words "Internal History of Jin Plain, Lu Jishi Heng Shu".

After reading it, he looked under the inscription and saw a double seal: "This is the seal."

He gently unfolded another part: "The seal at the seam is not very clear."

Cheng Ting thought to himself: "If you can't see clearly, stop watching and drink tea."

Mo Lingfeng smiled secretly in his heart and raised his head to take a look: "It's the word 'Mo Lose', and this seal has been passed down."

Wu Jin was so focused on the post that he didn't notice Cheng Ting at all. He turned to look at Lu Ji's handwriting: "It's really lively and cute."

Cheng Ting touched her lips to her teeth and thought: "I'm quite lively and cute too. Look how thirsty I am."

Fortunately, Wu Jin did not look at the copybook carefully at this time, but first found a box to put it in, then came back to sit down and pour Cheng Ting a cup of tea.

Cheng Ting picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. He didn't dare to sigh. He put down the teacup and sat down with his eyebrows lowered.

His head was still throbbing with pain. He hissed quietly and couldn't help but said: "This old guy, I didn't expect his hands to be so strong, he almost lost his appearance."

Mo Lefeng said calmly: "My brain is of little use, and it doesn't matter if I lose my appearance."

Cheng Ting quickly turned to Wu Jin: "It's precisely because your head is useless that you have to rely on your face to make up the numbers."

Mo Lingfeng curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled twice: "It can barely be considered that the facial features are complete."

Cheng Ting asked her to say a few words, but he didn't dare to get angry and changed the subject: "I'm hungry."

Mo Lingfeng turned to look at the palace servant: "Pass the meal."

A meal that was neither early nor late was quickly brought out by the palace servants and filled the table.

Cheng Ting lowered his head and took a closer look, and saw that it was not the cold and delicate flowers. They were almost the same as Mofu's dishes. There was a vat of stewed mutton with rice, a bowl of spicy tofu soup, a plate of steamed dried meat, a plate of honeyed lotus root, and a bowl of spicy tofu soup. Dish of fried fish.

This familiar dish made him relax, as if Mo Lingfeng was still the same Mo Lingfeng, and the three of them were still close friends sitting around eating and drinking together.

Wu Jin stood up and put the spicy tofu soup in front of Cheng Ting: "Eat it."

Cheng Ting doesn't like sweet dishes, so he picks up a spoon, scoops a spoonful of spicy tofu soup into the bowl, mixes it with the rice, pours another spoonful, mixes again, waits until the rice is completely filled with soup and tofu, and brings it to the table. Lift the bowl to your mouth and eat.

His whole body was immersed in the aroma of food. After a bowl of rice, his body and mind were soothed, and he even became happy.

Although he was punished, he had no regrets. If he didn't talk about Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin, who would say? Now that the words are over, the slap on his head was worth it.

After Fengjuan Canyun finished the meal, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He was dizzy after eating, burping and slumping down in his chair.

The palace maid, like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, removed the leftovers, opened the window to smoke incense, and quietly served refreshments.

Mo Lingfeng was talking to Wu Jin in a low voice, as if they were talking about a good day, but he didn't pay attention at all. After a while, the two of them got up and went to the main hall.

Cheng Ting followed him with a blank face, stroking his belly and watching Wu Jin polish the ink, thinking that this was an edict to punish him.

Wu Jin finished grinding, put away the ink ingots, rolled out a roll of yellow paper, picked up a Zhuge pen from Beacon Mountain, and waited for Mo Lingfeng's will.

Mo Lingfeng stood by the case with her hands behind her hands, thinking carefully. She didn't speak until Cheng Ting's legs were numb when she was standing and she looked around to see if there was a stool to sit on.

"Now I hold the talisman of Yuyu, and I am commanded by the sky. The prince of the country is the foundation of the country. I respect human relations and govern Wu Jin. I am a capable minister in the governance of the country. I have a large capacity, a chest that swallows hundreds of rivers, a dignified demeanor, a sensitive and beautiful mind. He is handsome and talented enough to be the wife of a king, and he has been appointed as the assistant of Zongzong. Although he ascends to the side of the golden platform, he is not limited to Tongting. On the 19th day of the eighth month, he will prepare a brief ceremony and announce it to the world, so that the envoys will hear about it."

It is a strategy to have both worlds, regardless of Tongting. The ceremony does not matter if it is complicated or simple. It is a great joy to be able to announce it to the world.

He is her man, and he is also the king's subject. He has the respect he deserves. Cheng Ting's groggy head suddenly woke up, and he grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears: "Is this okay?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "After using the treasure seal, just show it to me tomorrow morning."

Cheng Ting suddenly felt great joy in his eyes.

Obviously he did not have a name in the edict, but he was even more excited than anyone with a name. Smiling, he suddenly felt sad in his joy - he felt depressed for no reason, and tears suddenly came to his eyes.

He was embarrassed to cry, so he raised his head and blinked hard, but the tears kept rising, and even his throat was choked.

He turned around decisively, strode to the window, and sniffed hard.

Maybe it's because he is a bystander, a person who has experienced it, and a witness.

He recalled that when the three of them first got together at Zhouxue, the old yellow dog was still there, and he was still ignorant and courteous to Mo Lingfeng, asking her to ride the dog.

At that time, Wu Jin was still a cake seller, and Mo Lingfeng was still a delicate girl. Their smiles were bright and their hearts were like glass. Neither of them had experienced thrilling plots, killings, pain, and separation.

If we could predict the future, the moment they get together, they would definitely be heart-pounding and magnificent.

Wu Jin walked up to him, put her palms on his shoulders, rubbed them twice, and said softly: "It's all over."

He understood Cheng Ting's indescribable sadness, but he was like a deep pool, neither sad nor happy, accepting this sincere heart.

Cheng Ting raised his hand, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and returned to his heroic character again: "Okay, I'll go back and get beaten."

He resigned as if he were dead. Wu Jin went out of the palace with him, then sent him home, and then went to the room to deal with political affairs. He didn't return home until the beginning of Haishi.

After sitting with his parents for a while, he wrote two more words of "Lu Ji". At the end of the day, he washed and changed clothes, blew out the lights, and lay down on the bed exhausted.

With his hands crossed behind his head, he opened his eyes in the darkness, hiding in the night, and happiness surged up from the bottom of his heart, bursting his heart, and spreading to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

A smile slowly formed on his lips, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Wu Yi who was here.

Wu Jin's mood calmed down instantly, he put on his clothes and stood up, lit the oil lamp, and opened the door for Wu Yi.

"Brother, I want to open a new shop. Can you give me a plaque?"

"Write what?"

"Wu's Sugar Shop."

Wu Jin said: "Your Majesty punished Mr. Cheng today."

"Ah?" Wu Yi was very surprised, "Aren't Your Majesty and Mr. Cheng..."

In a blink of an eye, he understood what Wu Jin meant - Your Majesty will punish even Mr. Cheng. If he dares to go out and act recklessly under the guise of Wu Jin, no one can protect him.

He quickly stood up straight and made a promise: "Brother, I will open a sugar shop. Seriously, I just came back from the sugar shop."

Seeing his trembling look, Wu Jin nodded and said, "Come get it tomorrow, go back."

"understood."

Wu Yi left in a hurry. Wu Jin was not sleepy, so he simply walked to the east compartment to rub ink and lay paper, intending to write. However, the pen was held in his hand and did not move for a long time. Instead, a large ball of ink dripped on the paper.

He thought of Mo Lingfeng again, and the order he was going to give tomorrow, and the joy that had vanished hit him again, making him unable to hold his pen anymore.