Chapter Seventy-Five: Smile Warmer
Ning Yao said with a smile: "At this time, it is the seedling stage of many crops, and it is a good thing that the weather is cold, and many pests can freeze to death, so that when the crops bloom and bear fruit, the yield will be larger!" ”
Xiao Junyi chuckled: "When you say this, it seems to make some sense." ”
In Ning Yao's impression, Xiao Junyi has always been cold and cold, either like a decisive king, or like a desireless immortal, this is the first time I have seen him smile, it turns out that when he laughs, he is even warmer!
Ning Yao was stunned for a while, until Xiao Junyi asked, "What are you looking at me for?" ”
Ning Yao didn't dodge, still looked at him, and said with a smile: "You are a good person and a good official!" ”
Whether it is saving the people of neighboring countries in the desert, or the arrangement of Cuiying's little slave, and worrying about the country and the people at the moment, of course, he is also very good to himself.
"Good guys? Good officer? Xiao Junyi muttered, and then, turning over the fire with a wooden stick, remembered the master's words: how high the position, how great the ability, how heavy the responsibility is!
The Xiao family, his grandfather Xiao Changde, was the regent of the founding emperor of Nanjing, and the only king with a different surname in Nanjing.
The throne of the Xiao family could have been hereditary, but Xiao Junyi's father, Xiao Yuanbang, learned martial arts since he was a child, led troops to fight, and sat in the position of the general who protected the country, and because of this, when Xiao Junyi was twelve years old, the emperor named him the prince of Jing'an.
However, Xiao Junyi didn't like the title of King Shizi of Jing'an, he preferred the title of Major General of the Xiao family that he got by his own ability.
He is not willing to be like most of the children of official eunuchs in Xijing, relying on the merits of his ancestors, waiting for death from generation to generation, he hopes to rely on his own ability to break out of the world and become the pillars of the country, so that he can protect the peace of the people of Nanjing, and let Nanjing and Dongchen forever marry the good of the Federation.
Seeing that he didn't say a few words and wandered again, Ning Yao spoke again: "Xiao Junyi, you ride a horse, I will ride a carriage, it will be much slower, otherwise, from tomorrow, you will start teaching me to ride a horse!" ”
"You want to learn to ride a horse?" Xiao Junyi also remembered that when she was still sick that day, Qingfeng also mentioned it.
"Yes, not to mention the slow speed of the carriage, it is also uncomfortably bumpy, I envy the way you ride a horse and gallop, so from tomorrow onwards, will you teach me well? Don't worry, I'm not stupid, my hands and feet are also very flexible, and I will definitely learn quickly. ”
Although there are still more than three months before his grandfather's birthday, Duan Yunqian hurried back to Beijing to resume his life, and Xiao Junyi didn't want to be delayed for too long on the road: "Okay, then from tomorrow, I will teach you to ride a horse!" ”
"Okay, it's a deal! Thank you, Xiao Junyi! Ning Yao smiled, smiling with crooked eyebrows, thinking that he would let Qingfeng Sect, or that he was in a hurry now, and would wait until he arrived in Xijing, but he didn't expect that he actually agreed.
The cold has just passed, but Yu Wei is still there, it is good to be able to stay by his side justifiably, warm, warm!
Looking at her satisfied expression, for some reason, Xiao Junyi's heart also felt a little comfortable, and even, the boredom of the past few days has disappeared a little.
He never liked to contact with women, because since he was a child, whether he entered the palace, returned to the palace, or in his own general's mansion, there were always all kinds of maids and ladies who liked to chase him and twitter, and when he was twelve or thirteen years old, there were many maids who wanted to lure him into the room with their good looks, or which lady came to the general's mansion again.