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It's like a cup of tea.

Or the time of two rounds of wine.

Le Xincai said: "They're going to do it." ”

By this time, it was already dark.

Vast expanses of black, spreading wantonly outside the window.

Pang Ji suddenly felt his hair stand on end and his spine was cold, and he asked, "Who are they?"

Is it Chai You's people, or Chai Tong's people?

Or both?

Lexin didn't answer.

Pang Ji asked again: "Who do you want to do it to?"

Is it against the prince, or against Lexin?

Lexin still didn't answer.

Candlelit in the room.

In addition to the breathing of the two, there was only the sound of frogs and crickets wafting outside the private post.

Pang Ji was helpless, and he gradually understood Lexin's temperament a little.

If he wants to tell you, you don't ask, he will say.

He doesn't want to say it, no matter who it is, he will never be able to ask the answer.

Sighing, Pang Ji quipped: "With your ability, what else is there that can't be settled?"

When these words were spoken, it was as if they had drifted into an invisible whirlpool.

The people in front of him were unheard.

Pang Ji couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

The two were silent for a quarter of an hour or two, and Lexin picked up the teacup and drank the rest of the cold tea.

"Go back. He said.

"Won't you take the gold with you?"

"No. ”

"Right here?"

"Hmm. ”

……

A bird's cry resounded through the silence.

The dew condensed on the tips of the grass, and the sky was the color of fish belly white.

The morning breeze was blowing, and there was a faint chill.

This was the first clear morning after days of heavy rain.

Pang Ji's mood is also like the clear sky, as blue as a wash.

When he arrived at the porridge factory, he found that Lexin had already directed the repair and reconstruction here.

In the morning light, Lexin was wearing a plain pan-collar shirt, with pale green piping and the jade hairpin on his head.

On the clothes, the elegant bamboo leaf pattern is woven with the weaving method of "through the warp and weft", and the process is cumbersome and cumbersome.

It is a product of the capital weaving gold pavilion.

The silk of the weaving gold pavilion is "the saint in weaving", and has the reputation of "one inch of silk and one inch of gold".

And this "bamboo leaf weaving" is the treasure of its town store, and each horse costs 220 yuan.

Pang Ji knew so well because he also had a straight shirt made of "bamboo leaf weaving".

It was the day when he would try to enter the department, and his father took him to the Weaving Golden Pavilion to tailor it.

Originally, he also wanted to use color, but his father said that such a precious dress must be passed on to his children and grandchildren in the future, and it is better to choose a color that is resistant to dirt.

The last choice was ultramarine.

He had only worn it once when he was facing the saint, and then he carefully put it into his clothes.

But Lexin wore this plain "bamboo leaf weaving" to relieve the disaster.

Pang Ji's heart was inexplicably sour.

Lexin heard footsteps behind him, turned his head, and said to Pang Ji: "Why are you so late?"

"It's you too early. Pang muttered.

But he looked left and right, only to realize that he was really late.

The general matters of disaster relief have been dealt with almost completely.

He was puzzled that Lexin's efficiency was so amazing!

After careful observation, he found that the dozens of people brought by Lexin that day were divided into five teams, with one team leader, and each of them had their own numbers embroidered on their clothes. Each team is responsible for different tasks, and they have already divided their work into each other in an orderly manner.

In the center of the porridge factory, a large wooden board was erected, on which the matters that each team member needed to deal with were written.

That's a great way to do it!

Pang Ji admired in his heart.

At this time, the No. 3 guard of Team A was about to go to the river to repair the embankment with a team of more than a dozen people.

Lexin beckoned to the guard, "Jiasan, come here." “

"What does the prince command?"

The guard asked respectfully.

Lexin pointed to the two old men and a small child in the team and said, "They don't have to go to the embankment. ”

The guards don't know why.

Lexin patiently explained: "The old man and the child have no power to tie the chickens, and it is useless to go, so send them to the cooking team to help." ”

The guards took the order and left.

The tenderness of the iron man, the warmth inadvertently revealed by the indifferent people, is often more moving.

Pang Ji was moved.

"Shizi!" he called for joy.

"Huh?"

"Is the rice soup still muddy today?"

Lexin replied: "Those who volunteer to work eat clean rice. ”

"What about those who don't go to work?"

"It's still muddy rice soup. ”

Pang Ji smiled, and admired Lexin even more - he even thought about such and such side details.

The rewards and punishments are clear, and the grace and power are both applied.

He remembered what Lexin said to him that day: "How can you dare to say 'a moment of brightness' to this son?"

At the time, he felt confident and conceited.

But at the moment, he was ashamed of himself.

He is too self-conscious, how can he dare to compare with such a character as "a moment of brightness"?

Fortunately, those who know shame are almost brave.

After thinking about it, Pang Ji said to Lexin: "I think about where to go to the outside world." ”

"Huh?" Lexin raised an eyebrow in lieu of question.

"Just come to Taiyuan Mansion. ”

"Ha, you want to sit back and enjoy it. Lexin laughed.

"No, no. Pang Ji shook his head: "You're right, I compare "Yu Liang" with you, and at present, it is indeed beyond my strength. ”

Pang Ji stared at Lexin, with a raging fire in his eyes.

It was the fire of the scholar's ambition.

It is a young man's ambition.

It is the light of hope for this empire.

He straightened his waist and said resolutely: "But, give me five years, no, ten years, I may not be able to compare with you." ”

Pang Ji pointed in the direction of the victims on the riverside and said, "I'm not sitting back and enjoying it, I'm going to do better than you." I want five or ten years later, what they will remember with gratitude is not the son of Anguo Hou Lexin, but Pang Ji. ”

Lexin smiled when he heard this.

Pang Ji was surprised that he had such a smile of appreciation.

"Is this a declaration of war?"

"Yes!"

Pang Ji nodded vigorously and said loudly: "So, no matter who wants to deal with you, I beg you to get through." ”

He tugged at Lexin's cuff again, lifted his right hand up, and gave him a high-five.

High fives for the Alliance.

It's a man-to-man engagement.

Pang Ji said: "You and I have to fight it out!"

Lexin smiled, such a bright smile, even the sun after this long rain will be tarnished.

"Good!" he promised.

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