"The steward has already used the sedan chair at home to bring the king back, and he is now in the second master's house."

Cui Yi saw that the mistress's face was pale, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed her head and replied: "It snowed this morning, and the king of the county knelt outside the Huangji Gate to ask for a meeting, and no one answered, so Gonggong Qiao had to kneel with him if he couldn't persuade him." By the time our men went, both the master and the servant had become snowmen. When the steward carried the king into the car, he didn't even have the strength to drink hot tea—"

Green Ripple tugged at Cuiyi's sleeve to stop her from continuing. The two raised their eyes to look at the housemother, Mrs. Wei's eyes were red and she couldn't distinguish between joy and sorrow, but she walked faster under her feet, "Hasn't the person who went to the palace to inquire about the news come back yet?" ”

"The people came back with the prince of the county, but they didn't hear any news, and the routine court meetings in the past two days were all canceled, and the applications for entering the palace by civil and military officials and royal relatives were not allowed."

Hearing the report, Mrs. Wei's face was even more worried, "What has happened in the past few days, I always feel that something is wrong everywhere. Take my brand, and let the steward of the outer courtyard gather the good hands in the house to watch the portal! Suddenly, he paused and called back to the person who had just received the order, "Go and bring Yiqiu to the mansion, and don't allow her to play crazy and naughty everywhere." ”

Wei Chengye, the second son of Weifu, is the closest to Mrs. Wei's residence, and the mother-in-law and maids around the old lady take care of her every day, which shows the weight of her grandson in the old lady's heart.

Wei's family was originally a family of military generals, and the old lady Wei followed Mingzong's Northern Imperial Tulun Sike Tu Xilu to make great achievements, bestowed the title of Marquis of Zhongwu, and enjoyed the temple court of Mingzong after his death.

Since the second generation of Zhongwu Marquis Wei Jinglin and his son Wei Chongxuan were stationed in the west, Mrs. Wei did not allow the second son to continue to practice martial arts and join the army, vowing that the Wei family would produce a literary champion who was trained by herself. Therefore, when Wei Chengye was two years old, Mrs. Wei set aside a separate piece of the courtyard where she lived for Chengye to live, and personally wrote a plaque "Wanjuan Zhai" to take the meaning of his reading and persuasion.

The snow particles were as tight as a burst, fluttering on the plaque of "Wanjuan Zhai" with the bronzing words of golden silk nanmu.

"Duh", a feather arrow shot out from the room, hugging the entrance of the door of the curved foot incense head of the moire tooth head shot down, offering a hug of the plum fragrant begonia pattern glaze bottle shook violently a few times, and finally fell from the several, a mess.

The girls who were listening to the call at the door did not even raise their eyelids, lowered their eyebrows and finished cleaning up the remnants on the ground, returned the headless feather arrows back to the room, and stood aside again.

Boredom, Wei Chengye slowly stroked and wiped the gold-threaded black crossbow in his hand again, this is a weapon given to his eldest brother and himself by his father, and it is the only "martial artist's thing" that his grandmother allows him to keep.

The young man slowly wiped the spine of the golden black bow with his hand, and his round and immature face showed a look of amazement that did not match his age. Hearing a chuckle, he turned his head to look in, and the two round baby fat bulging under his cheeks on both sides revealed a somewhat childish and naïve look different from his.

Nourished by Mrs. Wei's three meals a day and all kinds of snacks, this snow-clad second son of Weifu has looked like a rich little scholar since he was a child, and he is not like a descendant from a military general's family.

Through a group of plain three-fold screens, the young man surrounded by the brocade quilt on the warm collapse squirmed uncomfortably twice, before he propped up his shoulders and got up, and laughed out loud: "Quick...... Put it away, grandmother knows...... I know that I will come to punish you in the snow! ”

Kneeling outside the palace gate for a long time, his whole body was frozen and unconscious, Yuan Zheng was placed in Chengye's room since he was picked up by Mrs. Wei, and was poured three bowls of thick ginger soup in a row, and his body moved as usual, but his tongue was still a little knotted.

Because he often went in and out of the Wei Mansion and was deeply protected and cared for by the old lady, he also called the old lady Wei his grandmother with Wei Chengye.

Cheng Ye hurriedly stepped forward and pressed Yuan Zheng back on the couch, and pressed the brocade quilt on the side of his neck, until he was wrapped up with only a pair of helpless smiling eyes exposed to the quilt.

"I know you're bored-" Cheng Ye suddenly had an idea, and with a mysterious face, he took out a volume of "Dachen Northwest Garrison Map" from the top layer of the book and slowly opened it, and Yuan Zheng's eyes flashed.

Before Wei Chengxuan's northern expedition to Tulun, he quietly asked Fuwei to copy a marching map to his "martial idiot" brother, God knows that he had to do two homework every day when he was a child, read and practice calligraphy to his grandmother, and secretly read the art of war and practiced the bow and lance.

This time the Tulun cavalry pressed the border, this guy actually sent him a battle plan to resist the enemy, although the method of defeating the enemy from the hands of a thirteen-year-old boy was a little immature, but it also surprised Wei Jinglin.

"It's been winter in Kyoto for nearly two months, and it starts to snow in September in northern Xinjiang, and it's even more cold now. At this time, the Tulun tribes usually hide in their tents to avoid going out, and it is really incomprehensible to start a war at this time......" Seeing that his best friend was once again in the Northern Xinjiang War Calculation Meditation, Yuan Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

As the son of the royal family of the dynasty, who guarded the western region with heavy troops, he learned to observe and recognize the trend of the Qing Dynasty early on, hiding the truth under the disguised immaturity and woodenness, in order to protect himself and his family from becoming the target of public criticism.

In order to hide his edge, he was proficient in poetry, painting and piano skills, and even had some talent among the young sons of Kyoto, but he must know nothing about the art of war and martial arts.

This time, his emperor's uncle suddenly fell seriously ill, and several forces in the DPRK and China were intertwined, as well as a powerful force that was unknown in the northern Xinjiang...... All of this was a mess of things, beyond his ability to digest, and the faint undercurrents and threats kept surging in his mind with vigilance and anxiety, but he was still at a loss.

While thinking about it, I heard a squirting under the porch outside the window, and the girl outside shouted softly: "Madame is here!" ”

However, he saw Wei Chengye's figure quickly jump under the bookshelf from the end of the case, and with lightning speed, he put away the "Northwest Garrison Map of Dachen" spread out on the case and put it back into the top layer of the bookcase, and then picked up a book at random to read.

The corners of his mouth curled, this younger brother had to pretend to read poetry and books hard to comfort his grandmother and mother to get him the imperial examination, but at the same time, he coerced and lured his father, brother and government guards to teach him the art of war in private.

Alas, how similar they were!

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