She must have had no experience with frostbite before, right? So I got a lot of chilblains as soon as I arrived in Beidi.
Yes, she used to live in the palace with the Queen. How could someone who was so pampered and well-fed and well-dressed get frostbite
…
Jixiang realized that Song Tong had been looking at his hands, so he took his hands away in a hurry, feeling very discouraged. Seeing such a pair of rotten hands, Song Tong must have felt particularly disgusted, right? After a while, Song Tong might not be willing to eat the pot noodles she made, right
Who would have thought that Song Tong grabbed her hand, and Ji Xiang's eyes widened in shock, and his heart jumped into his throat: "...Brother! Brother!"
"Come here, warm your hands." Song Tong said softly, holding Jixiang's hand and sending it towards the kitchen door. He could feel the hands in his hands shaking violently. He knew that Jixiang must be suffering from severe heart palpitations. However, he did not let go of Ji Xiang's hand, he did not speak any more, and Ji Xiang did not speak. Gradually, the hands stopped shaking, and the two of them just held hands together quietly, sitting in the warm and bright stove. forward.
"Jixiang, everyone says that stupid people are lucky, but I don't believe it." After a while, Song Tong slowly spoke, and while letting go of Jixiang's hand, he said in a deep voice to the dancing flames, "So Jixiang , you have to be smart and don’t be stupid.”
Ji Xiang looked at his lonely hand, and his nose suddenly became sore. When he spoke again, his voice was trembling a little and a little stubborn: "You... you can't control it."
Song Tong frowned and looked at her: "I am your brother!"
"It's just a name in name!" Ji Xiang said with a frown, like an irritated little cock. As soon as the words came out, she felt a little regretful and turned her head silently. For a long time, she listened to Song Tong's gentle words. She sighed softly, and for a moment, her eyes were blurred.
Yes, she is stupid.
She thought she was a cautious fool, a fool who was not noticed by others, a fool who secretly tasted the taste when she dreamed back at midnight. Who would have thought that people would see it early on, and maybe they still dislike her in their hearts.
She felt really sad, wronged and angry, but when she heard the sound of water boiling in the pot, she stood up silently and put the noodles into the pot, picking them up with chopsticks.
Song Tong looked at half of Jixiang's face illuminated by the firelight, her red eyes and tight corners of her lips, and finally swallowed what she wanted to say.
When the noodles were about half cooked, Jixiang put the green vegetables in the pot, then took the noodle bowl over and said to Song Tong in a dull voice: "Okay, no need to light the fire."
Song Tong threw away the hay in his hand, put out the fire in the stove, and then stood up to wash his hands. When he turned around, Jixiang had already served the noodles, but Jixiang was obviously not in a good mood and was not looking for anything festive. The bean red glazed porcelain bowl was just a white porcelain bowl that I picked up casually. I filled a large bowl with noodles, shredded meat, green vegetables and leaves, put it on the stove, turned around and left the kitchen.
"Good luck!" Song Tong frowned.
Jixiang ignored him and returned to his room without looking back.
Song Tong shook his head helplessly and did not go back to the side hall. He squatted directly by the stove and gulped down a large bowl of rotten soy pot noodles.
The tenth day of April in the second year of Tianding
Dali.
Long Live Lord personally read the palace examination papers and hand-picked the top pick, second place, third overall pick, and the top seven in the second place.
Among them, Zheng Zuoyang, the son-in-law of the right prime minister, ranked first in high school, and Ding Qilin, the legitimate son of the Ding family, ranked second.
The next day, the officials issued an edict, recommending Zheng Zuoyang as the sixth-rank Hanlin Academy editor and Ding Qilin as the seventh-rank cabinet classics.