After bathing, Di Jinxuan wiped the water droplets on Ji Qingge's long hair. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a few strands of hair on the white bath towel, and thought to himself that he was careful enough, why did he still see her hair fall out.

"Don't be abrasive, you have to hurry tomorrow morning."

Ji Qingge pursed his lips and urged.

"That's fine."

Seeing that the temper of her family's emperor and creditor suddenly changed a lot, the corners of her lips couldn't help but outline a smile of relief. In fact, she wasn't worried that he was rubbing, because his hair was also wet after bathing, and she was worried that he would be cold.

After Di Jinxuan carefully wiped her hair, his slender fingers gently ran through her silky hair. The refreshed sensation of refreshment came from his fingertips, and he breathed a soft sigh of relief.

After working for half an hour, it can be regarded as drying her hair.

There was a sound of broken footsteps outside the door, Ji Qingge listened vigilantly, and felt that someone was standing in front of the door of the guest room. He asked softly, "Who could it be?" ”

There is a "living Hades", who eats the leopard's gall and dares to knock on the door of this guest room?

"Liu Yujing?"

Di Jinxuan's voice was cold, and he asked, "Who are here?" ”

"Back to Lord Xiao, is it ...... It was the postmaster who sent someone to bring charcoal to the prince. said that it was cold, and I was worried that the prince and the princess would not be warm enough. ”

Liu Yujing replied.

"Send it."

As Di Jinxuan's voice fell, the door of the guest room was gently opened by Liu Yujing. Two black-clad guards carried a pot of burning charcoal and placed it in the private room for Di Jinxuan.

There is an extra charcoal fire in the private room, and it is much warmer.

After the guards opened the door and left, Ji Qingge couldn't help but sigh as he listened to the ghostly whispering wind outside the window

"I rode a horse to Jinhua Station during the day, and I also took a general look at the trees around me. The ice and snow that froze all became ice trees, even the mulberry trees planted in the countryside were no exception. ”

Di Jinxuan picked up the freshly brewed Yancheng Yunwu Tea and tasted it shallowly. Learning from Ji Qingge's previous tone, he said, "From the perspective of you, a person who came from the future world, how can those people in the south who rely on silkworm raising to save themselves next year?" ”

This summer's floods have caused a considerable reduction in rice production in the south. Who knew that the snow disaster suffered again in winter, which really made the lives of those people a little miserable.

"Self-help?"

In Ji Qingge's narrow and beautiful eyes, a trace of joy flashed. "I didn't expect that the concubine would be able to keep up with the beat of the prince and think of going with the prince."

"In this way, the husband sings and the wife follows."

Di Jinxuan's deep eyes narrowed shallowly, and teased her.

"Didn't we always quarrel before?" Ji Qingge glanced at him awkwardly, and continued, "The area of Yancheng and Jinhua in the south is already rich businessmen. This is true even in modern times, a thousand years later. ”

"To the point."

It's late at night, and no matter how patient a man is, there will be times when he is sleepy.

"The Xiyue Dynasty is now a prosperous and prosperous era, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the people are also prosperous, and the granary of the treasury is also full...... Since there are conditions to connect to the south of the south.

However, with the advancement of Jinhua people and Yancheng people, they may not appreciate it. ”

In this regard, Ji Qingge is full of confidence. She said, "I heard Brother Fengxing say that before the prince led the army to fight against the strong enemy of Beitan, the wealthy merchants in Yancheng and Jinhua in the south donated more than 40 million taels of silver to the imperial court. ”

After the war in northern Xinjiang, the wealthy merchants from all over the Xiyue Dynasty contributed their strength.

Therefore, in her opinion, this time to go to Yancheng for disaster relief, she should first draw up a detailed plan.

After speaking, Ji Qingge got up and came to the table behind the screen and spread out the rice paper. Di Jinxuan quickly came to her side, rolled up the wide sleeves, and polished the ink for her.

She once told him that she didn't mind using a brush because practicing calligraphy was a way to cultivate one's self. It's just that the work of grinding ink is too testing, and she will always waste a lot of work in this regard.

If you have leisure, it's fine, but if you're in a hurry, it's inevitable that people will be anxious.

Ji Qingge picked up the pen and wrote down the specific implementation plan in Juanxiu's handwriting, and then sat opposite Di Jinxuan and talked about the details of the implementation.

"During the day, I heard Gong Qiaocui say that the snow disaster caused some people's houses to collapse, and some people froze to death......" Ji Qingge said with a touch of gloom in his eyes

"After arriving in Yancheng, you might as well ask the local parents to clean up a few houses for the victims to seek medical treatment. If the injury is serious, you can stay until you have recovered. ”

"It's not that hard."

Di Jinxuan said lightly, "In fact, in the eyes of the husband, the most important thing at the moment is not to find a house for the victims to resettle them, but to seek medical treatment for them."

Yancheng has always been a place where good doctors gather, and the most famous is the Yan family of Yancheng. ”

Especially the two Yan brothers, the poison doctor Yan Renxin, and the maternal grandfather of Jiangmen Qianjin Ji Qingge - Yan Renshu. The poison doctor has been retired for many years, and now he is looking for it, but he may not be able to find it.

And Yan Renshu, who is almost over sixty years old, doesn't seem to be very convenient to talk about when he goes to invite people in the cold weather.

Di Jinxuan remembered that Ji Qingge had told him, saying that in her mind, there was not much memory of her relatives in Yancheng. She said, "It may be related to the memory of the original owner, most of the people and things she can remember happened in the imperial city and the camp." ”

In this way, how could he let his concubine ask the second master of the Yan family for help?

After being silent for a moment, Ji Qingge opened her cherry mouth lightly and said, "Listen to Xingyu, Qianqian's maternal grandfather," she suddenly realized that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly changed her words

"It is said that my maternal grandfather was very influential in Yancheng and was a very kind man. He saved lives and helped the wounded, and sometimes he didn't take money from the poor. ”

"Yan Fengxing and Lu Yi also said the same."

Di Jinxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at Ji Qingge's clear eyes, and said, "But Lu Yi also said that the master of the Yan family is very taboo when people mention his daughter and son-in-law. ”

"Why?"

Originally, I was still thinking in my heart, and after I arrived in Yancheng, I would discuss the matter of the fragment of Yan's medical book with the grandfather of the original owner, Ji Qingge. As a result, when she heard Di Jinxuan's words, she was a little discouraged.

"This ...... Not very clear. ”

Although Lu Yi had told the reason, he didn't pay much attention to it.

After arriving in Yancheng, Ji Qingge heard about Yan Renshulang after treating a woman's frostbitten leg. The woman said, "In our city, the Yan family is considered a famous family. Not to mention, General Yan is from our Yancheng. ”

"That's it."

Ji Qingge, who was veiled, nodded slightly and said.

"The wife of General Ji, the victorious general, is the daughter of Yan Langzhong. I heard that the beauty of life is like a fairy, but it's just ...... Alas! Good people don't live long. ”

The woman took the tea handed to her by Ji Qingge, and after drinking half a cup of hot tea, she continued

"Girl, the old man listens to your accent, and he is also from Yancheng, right?"

A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and the woman couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked, "But how can the old man look at the girl and feel that the girl looks like a person?" Although several years have passed, the old body still remembers her appearance. ”