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Pushing open the door of the study, the old door let out a slight sigh, as if sighing that Zong Jiming had finally grown up after many years and was willing to come to the study to discuss important matters with his brother.

Zong Jiyue, who was still dealing with the snow disaster in Jiangnan, raised his head from the letters, and his blue-black eyes showed that he hadn't slept well for several nights.

Seeing his brother who was still wearing the green shirt he wore yesterday, Zong Jiming knew that his brother must have not slept all night, and he felt a little guilty in his heart, he was no longer small, not only did he not help his brother on weekdays, but he also caused chaos for him everywhere.

Seeing his younger brother stepping into the study for the first time, remembering that in the past, when his younger brother did something wrong, he also lowered his head as he does now, Zong Jiyue put down the letter in his hand and asked in a deep voice, "When?" ”

A cold and hoarse voice came into his ears, and Zong Jiming clenched the long sword in his hand, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing that his younger brother didn't dare to speak, Zong Jiyue thought that he had caused a big disaster in the Guan family yesterday, thinking that he had been busy with the family business of the Zong family, many years ago, his father and mother put his little brother into his arms, and promised his father and mother that he would take good care of his brother's promise, Zong Jiyue's voice softened a lot.

"How did you sleep at Uncle Guan's house yesterday?"

It's okay not to mention it, but as soon as he mentioned this, Zong Jiming's little face was so stiff that he almost couldn't even speak, "It's okay, brother......"

"You want to practice swords?"

Zong Jiyue, who finally saw his younger brother holding a long sword, opened his mouth, and saw that Zong Jiming was facing him, and his little face was a little red.

Silently confirming his guess, Zong Jiyue had a headache, reached out to cover his eyes, and spoke tiredly.

"Ming, my brother has been a little busy in recent days, wait for some time, wait for a while, and when my brother comes back, I will take you to practice swords."

"Brother wants to go out? Are you coming back for the New Year? ”

Hearing the news that his brother was about to go out, Zong Jiming's little hand that clenched the long sword was a little slack.

Hearing his younger brother's question, Zong Jiyue said cautiously, "Brother will rush back as soon as possible." ”

That is, will it come for the New Year?

Thinking like this, Zong Jiming lowered his head, answered, and walked towards the door of the study with a long sword.

"Knowing ......"

As soon as Zong Jiming's little hand touched the door, he heard his brother calling him, and turned his head away, with doubts in his eyes.

Thinking that last year's New Year was still a lively New Year with their parents, and this year only his younger brother was left at home, Zong Jiyue couldn't bear it, got up and walked to Zong Jiming's side, squatted down and looked at Zong Jiming, "This time, is it okay for my brother to take you?" ”

"Really?"

The originally dull eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, Zong Jiyue looked at his younger brother's surprised expression, put his big palm on top of his head, and nodded with a smile.

"Seriously, my brother's words always count."

As he spoke, he took Zong Jiming's little hand and opened the door and walked towards his courtyard.

"I heard that the New Year in Jiangnan is interesting, brother, can we stay there until the fifteenth day of the first month? I want to try Gangnam's sugar dumplings. ”

"Okay."

I don't know when it snowed again in the dark sky, and the carriage traveled all the way on the official road, and the wheels of the carriage pressed against the snow, marking two marks.

Inside the carriage, Zong Jiming, who felt a little familiar, looked around, and lifted the curtain from time to time, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

"Ahem, Ming, close the curtain."

Zong Jiyue coughed, picked up the ginseng tea on the low table and took a sip, and continued to look at the letter in his hand, frowning deeply, thinking that he had seen something bad.

Hearing his brother's cough, Zong Jiming finally stopped being playful, carefully lowered the curtain, and looked at the letters piled up on the low table, afraid that the emperor was not as busy as his brother.

Thinking like this, Zong Jiming propped his head with both hands, and glanced at the letter paper in Zong Jiyue's hand with his spare eyes, only to see that the snow had crushed all the flowers and trees in the nursery......

Zong Jiming, who has always been ignorant of the family business, naturally can't understand it, isn't it just a few trees that have been crushed to death, what is there to say?

Along the way, Zong Jiyue took his ignorant younger brother through the snow-white world, and when they finally stopped, Zong Jiming, who got out of the car, was already shaking with Tang Pozi in his arms.

He only thought that Qingcheng would be so cold, who knew that this Jiangnan town would be colder than Qingcheng, looking at the white expanse in front of him, Zong Jiming sneezed, wiped the snot that had just flowed from his nose, followed his brother's steps, and walked towards a farm.

When the owner of the farm saw Zong Jiyue, he burst into tears with excitement, this year's snow was really too big, bigger than any time in previous years, not only the snow in the crops froze to death, but even the creek where they usually took water was covered with a layer of extremely thick ice.

The long boots made a sound when they stepped on the snow, and Zong Jiming, who was shivering from the cold, walked into the house, and saw a brazier in the room, and his frozen heart finally slowly returned to its original place.

"Host, you're here."

Zhang Fu, the owner of the farm, saw Zong Jiyue as if he had seen a savior, served hot tea with both hands, and opened his mouth hesitantly.

"In previous years, the grain sent to Qingcheng did not have tens of thousands of loads, but this year's snow is really heavy, and the snow froze to death the grain that has not been harvested overnight.

After speaking, Zhang Fu's lowered head was even lower to the ground, although the Zong family was not enough to live on his few acres of land, but the Zong family was kind to him, this time he didn't grab the grain, so he was naturally ashamed of the owner.

Zong Jiyue held the hot tea and wanted to warm his hands, he rarely came to Jiangnan, just because he was relieved that the person in front of him was doing things, and now he was also forced to send him a letter, in addition to telling him the recent situation, the letter was more about the guilt of the person in front of him.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Zong Jiyue got up and helped Zhang Fu up, "Uncle Zhang, don't feel sorry for me, it's already unexpected that you can recover so much food for the Zong family, let's go and see later, can you send my younger brother to the wing room to rest first." ”

Zhang Fu looked at Zong Jiming who was sitting on the side, seven or eight points similar to the young Zong Jiyue he saw when he was young, smiled and praised a few words, and then took Zong Jiming down.

Zong Jiming, who had just left the room, was squinted by a gust of cold wind blowing in his face, and followed Zhang Fu to the wing room in the backyard.

"Uncle Zhang, do you have pen and ink here?"

Zhang Fugang wanted to bring a brazier for Zong Jiming, but when he heard him ask, he turned his head and smiled with a wrinkled face, "Yes, the little young master is waiting in the room, I'll go get it." ”

After speaking, he closed the door and walked towards the study.

"Dark One."

The dark one hiding on the beam of the house still had a round face at this time, and when he was not a few years older than Zong Jiming, he jumped off the beam of the house with a reluctant face when he heard Zong Jiming call him.

"What's that look on your face?"

Seeing that Dark One was full of reluctance, Zong Ji's eyes widened, and he did not forget to take out a letter from his arms and hand it to Dark One.

"Oh, old rules."

This trip to the sect only brought a few personal guards, but he didn't expect his younger brother to bring the secret guards.

"Little master, can't we rest for two days?"

"No, what if you miss me one by one?" (To be continued.) )