Yu Jun

The sad little wind in Jeju turned into a hurricane of sorrow when it hit Kwanju.

Mo Lingfeng and Zhao Shiheng hurried back, and when they returned to Kuanzhou Mansion, it was already the tenth day of October, the unitary hour had passed, and as soon as they entered the city, the wheels of the carriage ran over burnt paper money ashes.

The ashes swayed with the wind, trying to recall the lonely ghosts outside, Zhao Shiheng was as dumb as a stone, he didn't look at it, and he didn't allow Mo Lingfeng to look at it, and took Mo Lingfeng home.

There is no nanny, no Mo Qianlan, he changed himself and became the chief steward of Mo Mansion, first ordered the kitchen to bring a table of food, Mo Lingfeng took a drink of sugar water, Zhao Shiheng stretched his arms, and held her A bowl of mountain-like dishes.

When Mo Lingfeng was full, he immediately sent her to wash up, and then ordered the servants in the mansion to invite Li Yitie. When Li Yitie came, he took Mo Lingfeng out of the Changsui residence. Glancing at her, he crushed a piece of loess from the heart of the stove, asked her to drink it under water, and then took Wanying ointment and rubbed it all over her face and hands.

The stomach is full, the person is clean, and the rash is not so itchy anymore, Mo Lingfeng went back to the Changsui residence, sat down on the bed, wiped off his two shoes, and fell back on the bed.

There were rustling noises outside, it wasn't the nanny, it was a new servant girl, the candle was extinguished, she moved herself carefully to prevent the ointment from her face and hands from being rubbed off, and she closed her eyes sticky.

After sleeping until Yinshi, she woke up and found that the ointment was still gone.

She lay motionless for a while, sat up and stretched her legs out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed with her shoes on, sat for a while, then got up and dressed.

A servant girl was sleeping outside the screen, she tiptoed to the cubicle, and when she turned her head, she saw mottled shadows reflected on the bright tiles on the window.

She walked over, knelt down in the chair, put her face on the window, opened a gap to look out, and saw the dark clouds and the moon, the cold wind and snow, swirling and withering all the way, lightly entering the window and falling on the back of her hand.

Her hand suddenly felt cold, she hurriedly closed the window, just after closing it, she pushed it open again, and looked out again.

In the yard, a Jun porcelain flower pot was replaced, with a slightly blue glaze, which is beyond words. In the flower pot, a cluster of coltsfoot flowers was born in the cold, and a cluster of bright yellow flowers blossomed out of the cold.

The cold wind blew, she closed the window again, turned around and lay down on the square table, stretched out her hand to lift the lid of the sugar holding box, the pine nut and chestnut cake inside was already cold, she was tired of eating date cake, she had no appetite for candied dried fruit, and Put the lid on the box.

She remembered that she once hid a piece of candy in the appreciation bottle - when she had a toothache, Mo Qianlan didn't allow her to eat candy, so she hid it everywhere, even hiding one in the appreciation bottle.

Jumping off the chair, she took the appreciation bottle from the Duobao Pavilion and turned it upside down carefully. Sure enough, she heard a muffled sound coming from inside. She shook it vigorously, and a candy wrapped in oil paper got stuck in the mouth of the bottle.

The mouth of the bottle is so narrow that no one in the family can reach it except her hand.

She held on to the appreciation bottle with one hand, and reached in with the other hand to take out the candy, and hid it in her bosom.

Putting the vase back to its original place, she tiptoed to open the door and went out, picked up the pot of coltsfoot flowers and walked out.

Mo Lingfeng is familiar with every road in Mo Mansion, and the most traveled ones are from Jiusixuan to the back garden, and then go out through the corner gate.

But this time, holding the flower pot, she went to the front yard first and asked the person on duty to wake up Zhao Shiheng.

Zhao Shiheng was tired for days, but he didn't sleep, but bent over his desk thinking about playing books.

"Mo Qianlan, the envoy of Zhenkuan Prefecture, bows his head and pays homage to His Majesty.

A foolish minister, unable to write, not able to do martial arts, to be blessed by His Majesty's grace, to enjoy his beauty and to eat his salary, to serve the country with no merit, to live in a dignitary, to be fearful, to be in peace day and night, thanks to His Majesty's kindness, and his younger sister to be cared for by His Majesty, It's really unprecedented, the minister is ashamed, and his blood is ashamed.

The misfortune of the posthouse in Heshan County, Jeju was all caused by bandits fleeing. It is difficult for a younger sister to accept His Majesty's grace, so the guilty minister bowed his head and begged His Majesty to take back his order.

The guilty minister is willing to do the work of dogs and horses for His Majesty, donating millions of Mo family property to the border of the country, so that it can be used generously. The younger sister is willing to follow the virtues of Fuhao and Xianying and join the army. "

He erased the million pens, and was thinking about what to write, when he heard a report from someone, Mo Lingfeng was waiting in the flower hall, put this matter aside quickly, got up and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he was surprised—it was snowing.

The snow was not heavy, there was an extremely thin layer of snow on the ground, and the bluestone brick marks on the ground could still be seen, before he went down the stone steps, he turned around and went to the flower hall from the corridor.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw Mo Lingfeng sitting alone at the table, with a pot of coltsfoot flowers on the table: "Lingfeng? What's wrong?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head, and waited for Zhao Shiheng to come to him, then whispered: "Uncle, when will brother come back?"

Zhao Shiheng turned his head and ordered his servants to make tea, and stepped forward to twist Mo Lingfeng's clothes, seeing that they were still thick, he replied: "It will take four or five days."

Feeling disappointed, Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand to fiddle with the slender petals of coltsfoot: "What about grandma?"

Zhao Shiheng sat down next to her: "Li Yitie said that it will take at least three months to get back to work. Is the new maid not good? Uncle will change it for you tomorrow, okay?"

Mo Lingfeng frowned: "No one is better than grandma."

She thought for a while and then said: "As soon as Grandma sees it snowing, she will ask me to add clothes. Does Grandma hurt?"

She never said how to love Nanny, but now she suddenly mentioned it, and Zhao Shiheng didn't know how to answer, so he just whispered: "When Nanny gets better, go and see her."

Mo Lingfeng nodded.

A servant served tea, and the aroma and heat of the tea immediately engulfed the faces of the two of them. Mo Lingfeng picked up the teacup, "huh", and took two sips.

Then she frowned bitterly, put down the teacup, and stopped drinking: "Uncle, will Wu Jin find out?"

Zhao Shiheng was stunned for a moment, and then said after a while: "Wu Jin is very smart, even if there is only a little bit of doubt, he has to figure it out. There is nothing ambiguous, and he will find out."

Mo Lingfeng remained silent, leaned down, put his mouth to the side of the teacup, took a sip, raised his head, and suddenly said: "I'm afraid he will know."

Zhao Shiheng didn't expect her to be so uneasy, his heart was shocked, and when he looked at Mo Lingfeng again, his eyes were already red.

Mo Lingfeng wiped away his tears, lowered his head and said: "At that time, Wu Jin hadn't seen me yet. I saw him eating Huangwowo with his back on his back in Yuhua Street. A little beggar always circled around him, trying to beg for a stutter. , He didn’t give Huang Wowo, but oil pancakes.”

"I thought Huangwowo was delicious, so I asked my brother to buy one, but it turned out to be very unpalatable. My brother said it was mixed with bran, so I thought to myself, this person is really nice, and I would like to let beggars taste the good taste."

Speaking of this, Mo Lingfeng became more and more dejected: "Uncle, he is different from us. His eyes can see others, not only himself. In his heart, he wants to complain for those who died in vain."

The candlelight shone on Zhao Shiheng's face, making him thin, with large shadows on his face, showing a kind of fatigue and oldness that is not as usual.

He listened very carefully, and after listening, he picked up the teacup and drank half of it, and said after deliberation: "Lingfeng, Wu Jin is indeed very good, but you can't put yourself in his position, you are different from him, you You want to use him and control him like your brother, do you understand?"