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In the winter of the sixteenth year of Qingli, the sky was dark, the lead clouds were low, and Shengjing City ushered in a heavy snow that was rare in a century.

The snow was falling so densely and urgently, and in just a few days, the entire Shengjing was covered in a blanket of snow.

The sudden heavy snow froze many people to death, but fortunately, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, the imperial court paid attention to it and set up a refugee camp outside the city to take in those displaced people.

The snow fell for another four or five days, and the cold wind blew the snow and hit the face with pain.

Qin Ningzhi wrapped the lotus-colored embroidered folded branch begonia cloak on his body, which was so worn out that he couldn't see his original appearance clearly, and shrank in the corner shivering.

There are more and more people in the refugee camp, and there are more than a dozen people crowded in a wooden shed, and when Qin Ningzhi came, there was no place, so he could only be arranged in the corner by the door.

"Eh, new here?" Someone nudged her, "You don't look like a refugee!" ”

Qin Ningzhi turned around and saw an ordinary woman's face, with inquiry and curiosity.

She lowered her eyes, avoided the other's gaze, and did not answer.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the woman carefully looked at her from beginning to end before pushing the other woman next to her with her elbow and whispering, "Do you think she looks like a grandmother in the courtyard of a high-rise mansion?" I just saw her come in, and although I couldn't see her face clearly, her words and deeds were different from ours. ”

When the other woman heard this, she glanced at Qin Ning and said disdainfully: "Which lady from Gaomen would be in such a place, you are really joking." ”

"How not? Isn't the second young grandmother in the Jin State Mansion being chased? It is not impossible to end up in a refugee camp. The woman teased softly, but she didn't believe it.

But Qin Ningzhi's body shuddered fiercely.

"Wouldn't it? Didn't you say that the second young grandmother eloped with her cousin? How did they end up in a refugee camp? But it's hard to say, it's hard to guarantee that it's not that the cousin is afraid of being abandoned by her, this man is not a good thing. ”

Qin Ningzhi's legs and stomach kept trembling, she thought that she must be too cold and hungry, after escaping from Zhuangzi, she hid for several days, and did not get a drop of water.

"You're talking about how many good things a man can have?" The other woman echoed, glanced at Qin Ning a few more times, and said as if deliberately tentatively: "But the second young master of the Jin State Mansion is one of the few good men in this world, what do you say about the storyteller?" Oh, why did the breezy and moonlit people like Zhilan jade trees be planted in the hands of that second young grandmother? At the beginning, the second young grandmother was also famous in the capital......"

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