In the specially renovated large warm pavilion in the backyard of the Thorn Mansion, the refined smokeless charcoal in the fireplace burned red.

There was also a small stove in the corner, and the kettle above it was steaming.

On the side of the stove, there is a copper pipe that directs the smoke to the outside.

Ame occupies a corner and is sitting at the table studying seriously.

Li Mu was lying on another table to calculate the accounts to see how much wool and fur he had collected this year.

From time to time, he still took a notebook and leaned over to Amei's side, asking something softly.

After all, Ji's brain is too good to calculate, and many numbers can be answered directly from her.

And Zhang Xiaosi, who is the secretary of the Assassin's Mansion, is the busiest on weekdays, but now he is the most leisurely.

His feet were on a low stool, and a low table was placed next to him, on which a pile of dried fruits was at hand.

is holding a copy of "Sauvignon Blanc" in his hand, which is not passed down in the boudoir, and watching it with relish.

As for General Guan of the Feng Mansion, he was holding the child and gently tossing it, as if he was coaxing the child to sleep.

Everything was quiet and cosy.

Liangzhou has entered the season of cat winter, as long as there are no emergencies, it is probably the most leisurely time of the year.

As soon as the father and daughter, father and son, who had changed into clean clothes, came in, causing some commotion.

Ah Mei and Li Mu hurriedly put down the things in their hands, one wanted to get the kettle, and the other wanted to get the water cup.

"No, no, I'll do it myself, you're busy with you."

Feng Tingshi hurriedly stopped them.

Do what you can do on your own.

This is the family motto of the Feng Mansion.

Especially in this era when scholars go to the end of the world with swords.

Feng Tingshi didn't want to raise a group of unfilial descendants who were not diligent in their limbs, did not distinguish between grains and grains, and did not even understand the most basic common sense of life.

I drank some hot milk tea for the child to warm up, and then stepped forward to look at the third child in Guan Ji's arms.

This child is sensible, he was born very smoothly, and he did not toss his mother, so he named him Ah Shun and Feng Yong.

Originally, he wanted to call Feng Liang, but his aunt didn't like it and didn't agree.

Liangzhou used to belong to Guyongzhou, so it was simply called Feng Yong.

During the milk tea drink, Guan Ji went into the inner room to put Ah Shun away, and then came out and began to teach a pair of children to read.

The whole pavilion looks more like a classroom.

There are students who study seriously and are writing homework, there are students who need after-school tutoring from teachers, and there are even students who are not good at reading extracurricular books.

It's you, Zhang Xiaosi!

Feng Tingshi sat on the other side of the low table, reached out and took a pickled dried apricot and threw it into his mouth.

"Is the house okay today?"

Zhang Xingyi disliked Feng Tingshi for disturbing his reading of idle books, and gave him a blank look: "What can be the matter?" This year has been spent preparing for winter. ”

"This is the first winter snow, and it is not a heavy snowfall, are the officials of the counties dead?"

This year's Liangzhou is much stronger than last year.

In addition, the scholars selected for the examination, after this year's tempering, should have a good understanding of the bottom situation in Liangzhou.

The counties are still short of staff, but at least they won't be as busy as they were last year.

"Always be careful, in case you ......"

Feng Tingshi was looking for something to say, only to see the door of the warm pavilion being pushed open again, and a person ran in in a hurry.

Looking at it, it is the young master of flowers.

Hua Fei rushed to Amei's side: "Ashima, I have a question for you." ”

Ah Mei put down the book in a good temper: "What's the matter?" ”

"Which weighs a pound of water or a pound of snow?"

"Naturally, it's just as heavy."

"Why?"

"Because they're all a pound."

"Ah......" Hua Fei reacted, "That's what happened! ”

Then she finally determined one thing, and immediately glared at Feng Tingshi: "So when you are outside, who do you say is a fool?" ”

Feng Tingshi spit out the apricot kernel with a "poof", this reflex arc is long enough!

He couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, a young child's voice sounded:

"Aunt Hua, adults say you're a fool and won't let us play with you."

It turned out that the two who didn't want to be literate saw a rare opportunity, so they hurriedly took the opportunity to be lazy.

This fire arched well, and the flower was extremely angry, and he was about to rush over and fight with Feng Tingshi.

Seeing that a good learning environment was about to be destroyed, Mrs. Guan was furious, slapped the table, and reprimanded:

"Get out and make trouble! How old are people, I don't know how to learn well for my children! ”

It may be that Huwei is too heavy, and even Ah Shun in the middle was awakened and began to cry inside.

It's really a mess now.

Guan Ji glanced at the two culprits fiercely, turned around and went into the room to coax the child.

Zhang Xiaosi nestled in the soft sofa, gloating.

"What do you see? Don't study quickly, or when your mother comes out and sees that you are not concentrating on literacy, she will beat you in the palms. ”

Feng Tingshi didn't dare to do anything to Zhang Xiaosi, and he couldn't deal with the young master of Hua, Ah Mei and Li Mu both sat in the corner obediently and didn't make trouble.

Feng Tingshi looked around, so he had no choice but to intimidate the young pair of children.

Then Zhang Xiaosi laughed even more presumptuously.

At this time, someone shouted loudly at the door:

"Mrs. Zhang, there is an urgent report!"

There was even a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Secretary Zhang, who had no image, was excited, and hurriedly stuffed the book under his little buttocks, and sat up straight at the same time: "Come in." ”

After the little secretary of the secretariat came in, he saw the situation inside, and hurriedly saluted Feng Tingshi again: "I've seen the prince." ”

"No need to be polite, what kind of urgent report?"

"Back to the prince, it was sent by someone from the palace."

According to the rules, when the prince is present, he should show the prince first.

But the emergency report in the palace is the only exception.

When Zhang Xingyi heard this, he quickly stood up and took the secret letter from the little secretary.

When she saw the red lacquer mark on the envelope, her face changed slightly.

After signaling the little secretary to go down, Zhang Xingyi walked to a corner by himself, carefully picked out the envelope, and took out the letter paper to look at it.

The urgent report that can be submitted directly to the palace of the secretariat also means that Feng Mingwen knows, so there is no need to avoid it.

When she finished reading it, her face had become extremely ugly.

Seeing her looking at him, Feng Yong understood, walked over and took the letter from her.

When he saw that "the prime minister vomited blood and couldn't eat and drink", his hands couldn't help but shake suddenly!

Seeing Feng Yong's eyes hollow, his eyes were out of focus, and he looked straight ahead.

Zhang Xingyi, who was already a little upset, couldn't control his emotions even more:

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm counting ......"

"What?"

Count how long Zhuge Old Demon has to live in the original history.

If I remember correctly, there should be at least a little more than a year left.

Besides, Dahan is in a good situation now, and his body, if not better than in the original history, at least shouldn't collapse faster.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong said categorically: "I need to go back to Hanzhong!" ”

Obviously, it's quite possible that something will go unexpected.