Chapter 300

Liu she didn't let Jiang Pengji explain carefully and raised her hand to stop her next words.

He slightly closed his eyelids, the candle light shone on his eyelashes, and two small shadows fell to cover the cyan of his eyes.

"Without too much explanation, Fengfu may not be completely safe." Liu she didn't know Jiang Pengji's perception. She was afraid that the wall had ears, and her face was a little softer, "but there's nothing wrong with being a father if you want to do it. Chongzhou is actually a good place."

Jiang Pengji opened her mouth. It seemed that something stuck in her throat and couldn't spit out and swallow.

According to Liu she's experience in officialdom these years, how could he not see the danger of Chongzhou?

Seeing her expression, Liu she smiled dumbly, raised her hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and said in a warm voice, "Don't worry for your father. When Hujun was so chaotic, don't you live now? Wolves in Northern Xinjiang have ambitions and coveted Chongzhou for a long time, but since they married the royal family, they will more or less pretend to be clever. Before the princess in Northern Xinjiang tossed the royal family upside down, Northern Xinjiang will stay still."

In other words, within a few years, Chongzhou is still in a relatively safe state and can manage and develop at ease.

However, after this period, Chongzhou first faced the covetous eyes of the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang and welcomed their trampling by iron cavalry.

Jiang Pengji tightened her fist, straightened her lips and made a solemn promise.

"My father has worked hard for two years, and my son will support you for a hundred years."

Liu she couldn't help laughing and her expression became fresh.

"You don't understand. Although Chongzhou is threatened by Northern Xinjiang, it is indeed a very safe place to go in the past two years." He shook his head and carefully analyzed it to Jiang Pengji. "Even if Nansheng can avoid the disaster of destroying the country this time, he has to cede land for compensation and ask for peace and tribute. The South can't be stable. On the contrary, the north is more comfortable. Even if the wolves in the North are ambitious, it will be a few years later."

Liu she just used to be a pastor in Chongzhou and sat in Chongzhou for two years. When the world was really chaotic, Jiang Pengji took over.

It's not a big risk. It's just scary.

Liu she understands this truth.

After a while, he took out a folded paper from his sleeve, which was stained with ink, and some of the handwriting could not be seen clearly.

"What is this?"

Jiang Pengji took it over and had a look.

Liu she said, "what Mr. Yuanjing's master wrote is the one who was teased and left in anger today."

Jiang Pengji looked at the evaluation from a distance and naturally knew who Liu she meant.

"How did father bring out his paper?"

Then she unfolded the paper carefully. Only from the handwriting, she thought it was a gentle and delicate lady of your family, very delicate.

"If this paper is seen by people nearby, I'm afraid it will be in trouble. Mr. Yuanjing is really a wonderful person. Sure enough, he sees the fate of accepting disciples."

Liu she shook her head. Now many people complain about the difficulty of reading, and some great Confucianism advocate and appeal to make the people all over the world can afford to read and understand words, but it's just a word. If such a thing really happens, those people are the most fiercely resistant people.

Even if this is a beautiful article, Wei Ci "can't afford to use it" only by the meaning revealed in it.

Jiang Pengji was interested and read this policy article carefully.

Although some words were covered by ink, she could know the meaning of the full text by guessing seven and eight.

"I can't see that the man had a brain besides his face."

Jiang Pengji smiled, folded the paper again and stuffed it into her sleeve.

Liu she choked on her words.

What did Weici do? Why didn't his daughter deal with him very well?

"It's no use just having a brain. Who can't talk on paper?" Jiang Pengji hooked her lips, "so you need to observe it carefully."

I'm afraid Wei CI can't avoid her attention.

Tut, I really want to see the other party's frightened expression when he learns the truth.

Liu she had a taste.

"That Wei Ci was born in Langya Wei family. Although he is now down, he is still proud and may not easily convince you."

Jiang Pengji picked her eyebrows when she heard Liu she say so.

"I heard from Huai Yu that Wei's family has moved back to zhongzhao, but Wei CI is still in Dongqing..."

Because Feng Jin told her about Wei, she thought Wei Ci was a poor family or an ordinary peasant boy. Now when she saw it, people also had a history.

Liu she was not sure. "Maybe it's for evaluation. Can't get away for the time being?"

"If it were for evaluation, he wouldn't write such an unconventional paper. It's clear that he doesn't mean to win the election." Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "I'm not sure about others. I'm still confident to win this Weici."

She's the one they're after. Where else can they go?

Father and son talked in detail for a quarter of an hour. Jiang Pengji put on Liu she's cloak and went straight back to her room.

After late autumn, the temperature is getting colder day by day.

Jiang Pengji tightened her cloak, separated the air conditioner outside, and led the way in front of her with an orange lamp.

When the master and servant passed the courtyard, Jiang Pengji suddenly felt a little cold water dripping on her eyelashes and couldn't help raising her hand to touch it.

"Is it raining?"

She looked up at the sky. The moon was as white as a jade plate and hung high in the sky.

Treading on the snow heard the movement, carefully distinguished it, and said, "Lang Jun, it's snowing."

Snow?

Jiang Pengji blinked and reached out to catch the white flowers falling from the sky.

The snow is very small, like a small white silver bead. As soon as it falls into the palm, it is melted into liquid by the temperature of the palm, leaving only a little cold.

"It's very small."

Jiang Pengji blinked and muttered in a low voice. It was the first time she had seen such mild and harmless snow. In her memory, snow should be in pieces, or hard as white pearls, crashing down from the sky.

I laughed when I stepped on the snow, and my eyes bent into crescent shape.

"I guess it's the first snow this year. Now the month is still early. Even if it snows, it's very small. In another month or two, it's the real goose feather snow. The world is vast and beautiful."

Jiang Pengji has Liu Xi's memory. Naturally, she knows when it snows in normal years. This year's snow is indeed a little early.

The snow was not heavy. Jiang Pengji went back to the house, drank a bowl of cold expelling ginger soup, took off her clothes and went to sleep.

The next day, I got up. As soon as I opened the door, a cold air like an ice knife came to my face. The courtyard was covered with a layer of white clothes.

"It was fine yesterday. Why did the snow get heavier and heavier overnight?"

Jiang Pengji looked at the sky and the snow was falling one after another.

Feng Jin is obviously used to it. He orders his servant to prepare a tea stove and sit opposite Jiang Pengji in the courtyard corridor to cook tea.

He frowned and looked at the courtyard. It was only one night. The snow was already a knuckle thick. The weather was really unusual.

However, since the founding of the people's Republic of China, Dongqing has been plagued by natural and man-made disasters, either drought or flood.

I'm afraid that those dignitaries will live and dream of death, visit the garden and enjoy the snow, and hold large and small banquets, poetry meetings and elegant gatherings, regardless of the life and death of the people outside.

It's true that auspicious snow heralds a good year, but if the snow is too heavy, it's a snow disaster.