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He closed his eyelids slightly, and the candlelight shone on his eyelashes, casting two small shadows to hide the cyan under his eyes.

"Needless to say, the Wind Mansion may not be completely safe. Liu She didn't know Jiang Pengji's perception, for fear that the wall had ears, and her face was a little softer, "But whatever you want to do, there is nothing you shouldn't do for your father." Chongzhou is actually not bad. ”

Jiang Pengji opened her mouth, as if there was something in her throat that she couldn't spit out and couldn't swallow.

According to Liu She's experience of rolling in officialdom over the years, how could he not see the danger of Chongzhou?

Seeing her expression, Liu She smiled dumbly, raised his hand to rub the top of her hair, and said softly, "There is no need to worry about my father, Hu County was so chaotic back then, didn't he live until now? Before the princess of Northern Xinjiang turns the royal family upside down, Northern Xinjiang will not move. ”

In other words, in a few years, Chongzhou will still be in a relatively safe state, and it can be managed and developed with peace of mind.

However, after this deadline, the first thing Chongzhou faced was the fierce eyes of the three tribes in northern Xinjiang to meet their iron horse trampling.

Jiang Pengji clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and solemnly promised.

"Father has worked hard for two years, and my son will definitely support you for a hundred years without worry. ”

Liu She couldn't help but smile, and her expression became vivid.

"You still don't understand, although Chongzhou has a threat from the north, it has indeed been a very safe place to go in the past two years. He shook his head and carefully analyzed it to Jiang Pengji, "Even if Nansheng can avoid the disaster of destroying the country this time, he will have to cede land for compensation, sue for peace and pay tribute, and the south will not be stable." On the other hand, the north side is more comfortable. Even if the wolf son of Northern Xinjiang is ambitious, it will be a few years later. ”

Liu She just used to be a pastor in Chongzhou, sitting in Chongzhou for two years, and when the world was really chaotic, Jiang Pengji took over.

It's not a big risk, it's just scary.

Liu She understands this truth.

After a while, he took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his sleeve, which was stained with ink, and some of the handwriting was no longer legible.

"What is this?"

Jiang Pengji took it and took a look.

Liu She said, "Mr. Yuanjing's apprentice wrote the one who was molested today and left the scene angrily. ”

Jiang Pengji watched the evaluation from a distance, and naturally knew who Liu She was referring to.

"How did my father bring his rolls out?"

As she spoke, she unfolded the piece of paper carefully, and judging from the handwriting alone, she thought it was a gentle and delicate lady from a noble family, who was very delicate.

"If this scroll is seen by someone else, I'm afraid there will be trouble. Mr. Yuanjing is really a wonderful person, and he really looks at fate to accept apprentices. ”

Liu She shook his head, now many people complain that it is difficult to read, and there are also great Confucians who advocate and appeal, hoping to make the people of the world able to afford to read and read, but that is just lip service, if such a thing happens, those people are the most fierce resistance.

Even if this is a splendid article, just based on the meaning revealed in it, Wei Ci is "useless".

Jiang Pengji was interested in hearing this, and read this policy carefully.

Although some of the words were obscured by ink, she could guess the full meaning.

"I really can't see that the man has a brain in addition to his face. ”

Jiang Pengji smiled, folded the roll again, and stuffed it into her sleeve.

Liu She choked on her words.

What did that Wei Ci do, why didn't the girl deal with him very well?

"It's useless to just have a brain, who wouldn't talk on paper?" Jiang Pengji hooked her lips, "So you need to take a closer look." ”

Her attention is probably something that Wei Ci avoids.

Tsk, I really want to see the frightened expression of the other party when he learns the truth.

Liu She came back to her senses.

"That Wei Ci was born in Langya Wei's family, although he is now down, but his arrogance is still there, and he may not be able to easily obey you. ”

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows when she heard Liu She say this.

"I heard Huaiyu say that the Wei clan has moved and returned to Zhongzhao, but Wei Ci is still ...... Dongqing"

Because Feng Jin told her about the Wei family, she thought that Wei Ci was a kid from a poor family or an ordinary farmer, but now that she looks at it, she also has a background.

Liu She said uncertainly, "Maybe it's for the sake of evaluation, and you can't get out for the time being?"

If it was for the sake of evaluation, he would not have written such a deviant paper, and it was clear that he had no intention of being selected. Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "I'm not sure about others, I'm still confident that I can win this Wei Ci." ”

People are simply coming for her, where else can they run?

"Father and son" The two talked in detail for a quarter of an hour, and Jiang Pengji put on Liu She's clothes and went straight back to her room.

After late autumn, the temperature becomes colder and colder day by day.

Jiang Pengji tightened her grip, separated from the cold air outside, and stepped on the snow to carry an orange lamp to lead the way in front.

The master and servant passed through the courtyard, and Jiang Pengji suddenly felt a little cold water stain dripping on her eyelashes, and couldn't help but raise her hand and touch it.

"It's raining?"

She looked up at the sky, and the full moon on the horizon was as white as a jade plate, hanging high in the sky.

Treading the snow heard the movement, carefully distinguished, and said, "Lang Jun, it's snowing." ”

Snow?

Jiang Pengji blinked, reaching out to catch the white flowers fluttering and falling from the sky.

The snow is very small, like a small white silver bead, and as soon as it falls on the palm of the hand, it is melted into a liquid by the temperature of the palm, leaving only a little coldness.

"It's pretty small. ”

Jiang Pengji blinked and muttered in a low voice, she grew so big, it was the first time she had seen such gentle and harmless snow, in her memory, snow should be in pieces, or as hard as white pearls, smashed down from the sky.

Treading the snow smirked, his eyes curved into a crescent moon.

"I guess this is the first snow of the year. It's still early in the month, and even if it snows, it's small. In another month or two, it will be a real goose feather snow, and the sky and the earth will be vast and beautiful. ”

Jiang Pengji has Liu Xi's memory, so she naturally knows when it snows in normal years, and this year's snow is indeed a little early.

The snow was not heavy, Jiang Pengji returned to the house and drank a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold, stripped off and went to sleep.

When I got up on the second day, as soon as I opened the door, a cold air like ice knives hit my face, and the courtyard was covered with a layer of white clothes.

"Yesterday was fine, why did the snow get heavier and heavier overnight?"

Jiang Pengji looked at the sky, and the snow fluttered down.

Feng Jin was obviously used to it, so he ordered his servants to prepare a tea stove and sit opposite Jiang Pengji to cook tea in the courtyard corridor.

He frowned and looked at the courtyard, it had only been one night, the snow was already knuckle thick, and the weather was indeed unusual.

However, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Dongqing has been plagued by natural and man-made disasters, either drought or flooding here.

I'm afraid that those nobles are drunk and dreaming of death, visiting the garden and enjoying the snow, large and small banquets, poetry meetings, and elegant gatherings are non-stop, regardless of the life and death of the people outside.

Ruixue is a good year, but the snow is too big, and it is a snow disaster.