Three Hundred and Fourteen: 3 Years in Langya (14)

Wei Ci glanced at Lu Zheng's appearance, laughed and said, "You can sleep with a charcoal basin in your arms, but you're still cold?"

Lu Zheng is the son of an Orion and has been in the mountains since he was a child. Why is his body so afraid of the cold?

"Of course it's cold... I was afraid of the cold when I was a kid..." Lu Zheng muttered, wishing he could live in a charcoal basin. Ωhunt 『Ω文网WwΔW． ΔLieWen. CC

If he had never tasted the feeling of having his hands and feet frozen to pieces, how could he be so afraid of the cold?

After Wei Ci heard this, he was quiet for a few moments, his expression a bit reminiscing.

Everyone knows that he is the legitimate son of the Wei family, but they don’t know that there was a dark time when everyone was indifferent to him. When the weather got cold, the room was as cold as an ice cellar. After a winter day, he didn’t even know how to use charcoal. Wherever he went, he could only shrink into bed in fear.

Even when I grew up, my fear of cold was deeply rooted in my bones, and my hands and feet would feel extremely cold when the weather got cold.

How did it improve later?

[Zixiao, why are your hands and feet so cold? 】

[Come on, I'll go through the trouble and give you a hug. 】

Compared to him who is as cold as a lump of ice, someone is as hot as a portable stove all year round.

When Wei Ci thought of this, her cheeks suddenly blushed a little, but it was not obvious because there was enough heating in the carriage.

"I don't know how to wear an extra layer, and I'm not afraid of being cold..." Wei Ci lost her mood to read and muttered to someone.

Lu Zheng raised his head in confusion, which suddenly turned into joy, "It's better for you to be filial and considerate of your brothers."

With that said, he opened Wei Ci's suitcase, and there was a thick white fur cloak neatly stacked on top, with a painting on top.

Wei Ci: "..."

Lu Zheng: "I think this rabbit fur cloak is quite warm. Please put it on for a while. This painting, eh, Zixiao's masterful painting is so beautiful."

"Lu Shaoyin, get out of the car!"

Lu Zheng was stunned. No matter how he understood, he knew that he seemed to have touched something that was not changed, so he quickly opened the door of the carriage.

"No, don't go down! Wei Zixiao,

You heartless man, if you don't take me in, I will freeze to death. If I freeze to death, I will fall asleep and talk to you all night long in the middle of the night..." Lu Zheng shouted, making a fuss like killing a pig.

He had a "If you drive me down, I'll fight you to the death" attitude, which made Wei Ci almost fall down in anger.

Lu Shaoyin, who once swore to live and die with his old master, even if he besieged the city for half a year and ran out of rice and food, still refused to bend down and surrender, is this his virtue?

Wei Ci was deeply suspicious that Lu Shaoyin, who submitted ten letters in a row, scolded Emperor Chen, and finally jumped to die for his lord, was not the guy in front of him at all!

The carriage's soundproofing facilities were not good, and Lu Zheng's voice was so loud that the classmates in several cars in front and behind him could hear the noise.

When Han Yu heard the noise, he smiled and said, "Zixiao, what on earth have you done that makes people and gods angry, so that you are called a heartless person?"

Wei Ci was so angry that his face turned red. However, he still had integrity and did not explain. However, Lu Zheng was a shameless guy. He also ignored his manners and stuck his head out of the car window. "Zi Xiao has reached the age of marriage, no." Be careful to see something you shouldn't see. He is about to kill someone and silence him. Can Wenbin keep Zheng in for a few days? "

Han Yu smiled and said, "I can't take you in. If Zixiao wants to kill you, Yu can't protect you."

Jiang Pengji was coming back from running around, and when she heard their teasing, she couldn't help but frown.

"Isn't it just one or two fire avoidance pictures? Why are you so embarrassed?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zheng suddenly leaned on the car window and laughed, and Wei Ci's face turned pale.

He never expected that Lu Zheng, who had not known each other much, would have such a bad nature!

Lu Zheng was also someone who was willing to give up when things were going well. He was very good at reading the direction of the wind. Seeing that Wei Ci was really angry, he couldn't help raising his fist and coughing lightly.

"I'm sorry, Zixiao. This is indeed a reckless act and the joke has gone too far. Please forgive me, sir."

Wei Ci said firmly, "I won't do this next time."

When Lu Zheng heard this, he was instantly resurrected with full blood, and his eyes were staring at the scroll.

Before the advent of paper, most literati and poets used fine cloth as a base and splashed ink on their paintings.

Now that there is improved bamboo paper, people are slowly switching to paper, and this kind of paper scroll is now available.

Lu Zheng knew early on that Wei Ci was very good at many things. There were even rumors in Langya that he was the reincarnation of Huangfu, the genius of the previous dynasty. His literary talent was no less than that of Mr. Yuan Jing at that time. In a few years, he would even be even better. But rumors It's a rumor after all.

In Lu Zheng's eyes, Mr. Yuan Jing was like an unreachable mountain. How could Wei Ci have such a reputation?

Now when I look at what he drew with his own hands, I feel a little convinced.

The woman sleeping on the flower in the scroll is so lifelike that she seems to be able to open her drunken eyes in the next second. If Wei Ci didn't look bad, Lu Zheng couldn't help but want to test the other person's breath with his hands and take a look. See if the people in the painting are alive.

The woman's dress is extremely bold, with narrow sleeves and half arms, revealing two white wrists. Her skirt can only cover her calves. Two silver rings are hung on her ankles. Her feet are pillowed on the pile of petals where the beauty is sleeping, which makes her red. The redder, the whiter, the whiter, which makes people's hearts sway.

"This man looks familiar?"

Lu Zheng murmured, staring at the man's face. Wei Ci had already taken the scroll away from his hand and rolled it back carefully.

"You're dazzled."

Wei Ci pulled the suitcase over and stuffed the cloak from the top to the bottom, hiding the scroll even more tightly.

Lu Zheng: "..."

I always feel that the Wei Ci in front of me is very different from the rumored and glorious Wei Langjun.

However, with such good painting skills, if he really went to draw fire escape pictures, wouldn't the scene be so real that it is unbearable to look at it?

Although it is not a fire avoidance picture, drawing such bold content... Tsk tsk, Wei Ci is not a very serious person.

Haha, unfortunately, Wei Ci also felt that this Lu Zheng was very different from the Lu Shaoyin in his memory!

The two of them have a very tacit understanding.

"I" probably met a fake Lu Shaoyin (Wei Zixiao).

After walking for a long time, the servants started to light a fire to cook, and the carriages surrounded an open space to block the surrounding wind.

Jiang Pengji secretly asked the system, "Where is Meng Heng? If you don't tell me where he is, how can I save him?"

The system said, "Don't worry, I'll be here shortly."

Not long after, three bonfires were set up here, and a few shadows walked faintly in the distance against the wind and snow.

Jiang Pengji was still riding on her horse. She said, "I'm going to take a look first. I don't know if the person coming is an enemy or a friend."

They have left the area of ​​​​Shangjing, and it is not peaceful outside. It is very easy to encounter bandits or people who are robbed by bandits.

Out of caution, Jiang Pengji went to check it out first.

"Who is in front of you?" Jiang Pengji stopped him on horseback.

There were only three people on the opposite side. Judging from their clothes, they should be a boy and two guards.

The man dressed as a servant bowed to Jiang Pengji and said, "I am the book boy next to Da Langjun, the governor of Meng County. The road is bumpy and the snow is slippery. The wheels of the carriage accidentally broke. I don't know what to do now." I saw a bonfire here and took the liberty to come over and ask for help.”

Jiang Pengji frowned and asked, "The eldest son of Meng County Sheriff's Mansion? But Shang Meng and Xia Heng?"

The boy said, "It's the husband of the slave family."

Jiang Pengji's cold face warmed up a bit and she said, "What a coincidence. My father is Hejian Liu She. In terms of kinship, this Meng Heng is my eldest cousin. Where is he now? I'll go over and take a look. ”

As soon as the boy heard Liu She's name, he secretly thought that was too bad. Unexpectedly, Jiang Pengji actually recognized her and he was relieved.

Although the relationship between the Liu family in Hejian and the Meng family in Cangzhou was not good, in terms of blood relationship, Meng Heng was indeed Liu Xi's eldest cousin, so there was nothing wrong with it.