Chapter 301

"The heavy snow will fall for another day or two." Feng Jin shook her head. "It's always like this in Beijing. It snows a year earlier."

Jiang Pengji looked at the snow covered roof in the distance and frowned. She seemed to be worried about something.

On the day of the qionglin banquet, the snow still didn't stop, and the whole capital was covered with white clothes.

However, the cold outside still couldn't resist the excitement of qionglin banquet.

The graceful dancer, dressed in water gauze, danced in the snow like a fairy in the nine days. Jiang Pengji was in no mood when she saw that they were barefoot and their feet were red and blue with ice.

She was uncomfortable, but the other scholars looked with relish.

"Mr. Yuanjing is very talented. The students taught by him are two of the top three. It is said that if Mr. Yuanjing's Apprentice Lv Zheng had not been born in poverty, the son of hunter could have occupied one of the top three... If so, it would be terrible."

"It's said that Mr. Yuanjing has another disciple. Why didn't he see him?"

"You're talking about Wei Zixiao? It's said that during the evaluation, someone spoke unkindly to him, his temper came up, hit someone and left..."

"What a pity..."

"What a pity. It's so rude to beat people. You don't look like a scholar. You're a reckless man at all."

Jiang Pengji sat in her seat, surrounded by noble sons of the aristocracy who were similar to her, one by one.

Some people rely on their family's money to buy a virtual job, while others are qualified to join the fun only by relying solely on their parents.

Well, Jiang Pengji belongs to the latter.

After drinking some sake silently, Jiang Pengji quietly left the qionglin banquet under the pretext of being unable to drink.

Xu Ke stopped outside in his carriage. Seeing Jiang Pengji wrapped in a thick white Velvet Cloak, he looked at it from a distance as if it were a moving white ball. He endured a smile and hurried out of the car to put the sedan chair.

In fact, he is not a horse driver. He just came here today to see the place where qionglin banquet is held.

The poor and common people still have the opportunity to enter here. Xu Ke will never be qualified to enter if he has no other chance in his life.

Jiang Pengji knew Xu Ke's mind and didn't stop him.

"The weather is so cold that you have to wear two more when you go out. You have to wait in the carriage. You have to sit outside. Don't you suffer. Here, this stove warms your hands so that you won't say behind your back that I abused you..."

Xu Ke took over the exquisite stove. It was small and exquisite. It was wrapped in a thick cloth. It was not hot. It felt like it was used by a little girl.

"Lang Jun, this is an injustice. When did Ke complain about you behind your back? Even if there is, it is also a positive complaint."

Jiang Pengji's eyes, Xu Ke doesn't want to provoke.

No matter what he has in mind, he can't hide it. It's better to come in a big way than to hide and be laughed at.

"Poor mouth." Jiang Pengji said with a smile.

Just about to step on the sedan chair to get on the carriage, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wei CI in a raven blue Confucian shirt and standing in the wind and snow with an umbrella.

She stepped, turned her head to Xu Ke and said, "you hold the stove and hide in the carriage. I have something to do."

After hearing this, Xu Ke was surprised and couldn't help moving his sight to Wei CI.

As an invisible voice control, it is difficult for him to remember anyone with a special voice.

Not to mention, in addition to his moving voice, Weici can also be regarded as the person with the upper hand and clear bones.

Jiang Pengji stepped forward and made a laugh. "Zi Xiao is waiting for me here?"

Wei CI didn't react as much as before, but said plainly, "just wait here like the little Lang's cashier. As for who is waiting, it seems who is waiting. If the little Lang thinks CI is waiting for you, it doesn't hurt to think so."

Mocking her narcissism?

Jiang Pengji's expression sank and looked at Wei Ci's eyes with some points of measurement and exploration.

Weici didn't give in. He lowered his eyelids and looked at him slightly. His eyes were magnanimous rather than empty.

Then the umbrella in his hand tilted slightly and covered Jiang Pengji's head.

"It's snowy, young man. Go back quickly."

"Did you write that policy article yourself?"

Jiang Pengji asked Wei CI with a solemn face. It was quite impolite.

Wei CI smiled calmly and asked her, "does the little gentleman think your father's omission will give CI the opportunity to find someone to write for him?"

Jiang Pengji was silent. She didn't suspect that Wei CI had asked people to find a gunman, but she felt that Wei Ci's thoughts were too different from those of today's literati. If all the people in the world go to study, who will farm again? More people read and more people share the cake. Now how are those noble nobles who monopolize the inheritance of knowledge willing? Don't forget that Weici himself was born in a noble family.

Even though the Langya Wei family has withered, their ancestors were once prominent for a time.

The gentry have a pride in their bones. They boast that their blood is superior to others, and they are born superior to others.

Either, Wei CI really has such a high vision, or he is just a middle-aged and second-year youth who is not deeply involved in the world.

No matter what Jiang Pengji thinks, Weici doesn't look like the latter.

"The mouth is sharp." She smiled and said, "it seems that you already know how to keep calm in front of me."

Wei Ci's voice was a little relieved, "eat a cut and learn a wisdom. Although Zixiao didn't dare to compete with Youmo, he was not a fool without talent. Naturally, he wouldn't fall twice in the same place. I'm afraid he would be disappointed if he wanted to test out anything."

Jiang Pengji turned her head and looked at him. She elongated her voice and could not help laughing.

"You should be glad there are many people and cars here."

Wei CI raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Zixiao's natural talent and clothes match the vast snow scenery. If there is no one around..."

Jiang Pengji didn't finish, but raised her eyebrows at each other and gave a very ambiguous and frivolous hint.

Weici suddenly tightened the umbrella handle, his expression was correct, and suddenly straightened the paper umbrella.

Eat snow!

Jiang Pengji laughed so much that her shoulders were shaking. Not for anything else, Wei Ci's response was really interesting.

Like a proud cat.

I don't know whether it was unintentional or not. Jiang Pengji looked at the vast snow and said a word.

"After the father qionglin banquet, he will write a letter to retire."

A trace of surprise flashed across the bottom of Weici's eyes. "Your father has just passed and stood up. Why should you write a letter to become an official?"

"Guess?"

Wei CI looked at the short man who couldn't reach his chest and said in a low voice, "if Xiao Lang didn't intervene, your father might be able to become an official and relax. Now the situation in Dongqing is becoming more and more serious, and the day when the country is prosperous and destroyed in the south is a time of great chaos. Being an official is a good way to avoid chaos. But if Xiao Lang stepped in, I'm afraid it's a way to retreat..."

"Retreat for progress? That's a good word. Guess what step I'm taking?"

Wei CI closed his eyelids. If everything remained the same, the man in front of him was not so ambitious. At most, he led a group of bandits to stir the wind and rain in the East. But now, Wei CI feels that she is many years earlier than she used to be, and wants to point to the throne.

If so... He closed his eyes and thought, spitting out two words firmly.

"Chongzhou."

Rich and dangerous, whether she used to be or now, Weici didn't expect the other party to be steady.

"You really know me."

Weici's heart beat violently.