Three Hundred and Two: Three Years of Langya (2)

Liu She didn't ask Jiang Pengji to explain carefully, and raised her hand to stop her next words.

He slightly closed his eyelids, and the candlelight shone on his eyelashes, casting two small shadows, covering up the blue under his eyes.

"You don't need to explain too much, Fengfu may not be completely safe." Liu She didn't know Jiang Pengji's perception, and she was afraid that the walls had ears, so her face became a little softer, "But whatever you want to do, there is nothing you shouldn't do as a father. .Chongzhou is actually not bad.”

Jiang Pengji opened her mouth, as if there was something stuck in her throat that she couldn't spit out or swallow.

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

Seeing her expression, Liu She smiled dumbly, raised her hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and said in a warm voice, "There is no need to worry about my father. Hu County was so chaotic back then, so he has lived to this day? The wolves in Northern Xinjiang have been ambitious and coveted Chongzhou for a long time, but Since she is married to the royal family, she will pretend to be obedient to some extent. Until the princess of Beijiang turns the royal family upside down, Beijiang will stand still."

In other words, Chongzhou will still be in a relatively safe state within a few years, and it can be governed and developed with peace of mind.

However, after this deadline, the first thing Chongzhou will face is the three tribes of northern Xinjiang staring at them fiercely, welcoming their iron cavalry to trample on them.

Jiang Pengji clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and solemnly promised.

"Father has worked hard for two years, and my son will definitely support you for a hundred years without worry."

Liu She couldn't help but smile, and her expression became lively.

"You still don't understand. Although Chongzhou is threatened by northern Xinjiang, it has indeed been a very safe place in the past two years." He shook his head and carefully analyzed it for Jiang Pengji, "Even if Nansheng can be saved from this extermination Misfortune, it is necessary to cede land for compensation, seek peace and pay tribute, the south will not be stable. In contrast, the north is more comfortable. Even if the wolves in the northern border are ambitious, it will be a few years later."

Liu She was just a shepherd in Chongzhou in the past, and stayed in Chongzhou for two years. When the world really messed up, Jiang Pengji would take over.

Not much risk, just more scary.

Liu She understands this truth.

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

"what is this?"

Jiang Pengji took it and took a look.

Liu She said, "The one written by Mr. Yuan Jing and Gao Tu is the one who was molested by someone today and left the scene angrily."

Jiang Pengji watched the evaluation from a distance, and naturally knew who Liu She was referring to.

"How did father bring out his paper?"

As she said that, she unfolded the piece of paper carefully, and judging from the handwriting, she thought it was a gentle and delicate lady from your family, very delicate.

"If this paper is seen by others, I'm afraid there will be trouble. Mr. Yuan Jing is really a wonderful person, and he really depends on fate to accept his disciples."

Liu She shook her head. Nowadays, many people complain that it is difficult to study, and some great Confucians advocate and appeal, hoping that the people of the world can afford to read and know how to read, but that is just lip service. If such a thing really happens, those people It is the group of people who resist the most.

Even though this is a beautiful article, Wei Ci is "unusable" just based on the meaning revealed in it.

Jiang Pengji became very interested after hearing this, and carefully read this policy article.

Even though some words were covered by ink, she could guess the meaning of the whole text.

"I really can't see that other than his face, that man has a brain."

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

Liu She choked on her words.

What did that Wei Ci do, why didn't the girl deal with him very well?

"It's not enough to have a brain. Who can talk on paper?" Jiang Pengji curled her lips, "So I need to observe carefully."

Wei Ci probably couldn't avoid her attention.

Tsk, I really want to see the terrified expression on the other party's face when he learns the truth.

Liu She recalled it.

"That Wei Ci was born in the Langya Wei family. Although he is now down and out, he still has his arrogance. He may not easily convince you."

When Jiang Pengji heard Liu She say that, she immediately raised her eyebrows.

"I heard from Huaiyu that the Wei family has moved to Zhongzhao, but Wei Ci is still in Dongqing..."

Because Feng Jin told her about the Wei family, she thought that Wei Ci was a boy from a poor family or an ordinary farmer's family. Now that he looked at him, he also had a background.

Liu She said uncertainly, "Maybe it's for the evaluation, and I can't get away temporarily?"

"If it was for the evaluation, he wouldn't have written such an unorthodox paper. He obviously didn't mean to be selected." Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "I'm not sure about others. I'm still confident that I will win this Wei Ci."

They are all here for her, so 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 gets colder day by day.

Jiang Pengji tightened her cloak to keep out the air-conditioning outside, and Taxue led the way ahead with an orange lamp.

As the master and servant passed the courtyard, Jiang Pengji suddenly felt a little bit of cold water dripping on her eyelashes, and she couldn't help touching it with her hand.

"It's raining?"

She looked up at the sky, and the full moon in the sky was as white as a jade plate, hanging high in the sky.

When Taxue heard the movement, he made a careful distinction and said, "Mr. Lang, it's snowing."

snow?

Jiang Pengji blinked, reaching out her hand to catch the white flowers fluttering and falling from the sky.

The snow is very small, like small white silver beads, which are melted into liquid by the temperature of the palm as soon as it falls on the palm of the hand, leaving only a little coldness.

"It's quite small."

Jiang Pengji blinked, and muttered in a low voice, it was the first time she had seen such a gentle and harmless snow at such a young age, in her memory, snow should be in flakes, or as hard as white pearls , crashing down from the sky.

Taxue chuckled, his eyes bent into crescents.

"I guess, this is the first snow this year. It's still early in the month, even if it snows, it's still very small. In a month or two, it will be the real heavy snow. The sky and the earth are vast and beautiful. gone."

Jiang Pengji has Liu Xi's memory, so she naturally knows when it snows in normal years, and this year's snow is indeed a bit early.

The snow was not heavy, so Jiang Pengji went back to the house and drank a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the cold, then undressed and went to bed.

When I got up the next day, as soon as I opened the door, a gust of ice-like cold air hit my face, and the courtyard was covered with a layer of white clothes.

"Yesterday it was fine, why did the snow get heavier and heavier overnight?"

Jiang Pengji looked at the sky, and there were fine snowflakes falling down.

Feng Jin was obviously used to it, he ordered his servants to prepare the tea stove, and sat opposite Jiang Pengji in the courtyard corridor to make tea.

He frowned and looked towards the courtyard. It was only one night, and the snow was already as thick as a knuckle. The weather was indeed unusual.

However, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Dongqing has been plagued by natural disasters, either drought or waterlogging.

I'm afraid that those noble people will be drunk, go to the garden to enjoy the snow, hold banquets, poetry gatherings, and elegant fairs non-stop, regardless of the life and death of the people outside.

It is a good saying that the auspicious snow heralds a good year, but if the snow is too heavy, it will be a snow disaster.