"This heavy snow will take another day or two." Feng Jin shook his head, "Shangjing has always been like this, and it snows a year earlier than a year."
Jiang Pengji looked at the roof covered with white snow in the distance, her brows furrowed, as if she was worried about something.
On the day of the Qionglin Banquet, the heavy snow still did not mean to stop, and the entire Shangjing was covered with a layer of white clothes.
However, the cold outside still couldn't resist the excitement of Qionglin Banquet.
The graceful dancers wore water-colored tulle and danced in the snow like a nine-day fairy, ready to become immortal at any time. Jiang Pengji saw their bare feet, and their feet were red and blue from the ice. Immediately lost the mood.
She looked uncomfortable, but the other scholars looked at it with gusto.
"Mr. Yuanjing is very talented, and the students he taught are staggeringly two of the top three. I heard that if it wasn't for Mr. Yuanjing's apprentice, Lu Zheng, who was born in a poor family, the son of Orion, he would probably be in the top three... That's terrifying."
"I heard that Mr. Yuanjing has a disciple, why can't he see him?"
"You're talking about Wei Zixiao? It is said that during the evaluation, someone made unkind words to him, and his temper came up. He beat him and left..."
"That's a pity..."
"What a pity. Beating people, so rude, doesn't look like a literati, but a reckless man."
Jiang Pengji sat in her seat, surrounded by noble sons of aristocratic families who were similar to her, all of whom were very stubborn.
Some people relied on the money in their families and invested money to buy a fake job, while others were only qualified to join in the fun just by relying on their parents.
Well, Jiang Pengji belongs to the latter.
After drinking some sake in silence, Jiang Pengji quietly left Qionglin Banquet under the pretext of being unable to drink.
Xu Ke was driving a carriage and parked outside, and when he saw Jiang Pengji wrapped in a thick white velvet cloak, he looked from a distance like a moving white ball.
In fact, he is not a groom who drives a horse. He came here today just to see the place where the Qionglin Banquet is held outside.
The poor people still have the opportunity to enter here. Xu Ke will never be qualified to enter if there is no other chance in his life.
Jiang Pengji knew Xu Ke's thoughts and did not stop him.
"It's getting cold so fast, so you should wear two more clothes when you go out. Isn't it a sin to let you wait in the carriage and you have to sit outside. Now, this hand stove will keep your hands warm, so that you don't talk about me behind your back. abused you..."
Xu Ke took the exquisite hand stove, which was small and exquisite, wrapped in a thick cloth, not hot, and felt like it was used by a little girl.
"Lang Jun has wronged someone. When did Ke ever complain about you behind your back? Even if there was, it would be a positive complaint."
Xu Ke didn't want to provoke Jiang Pengji's eyes.
No matter what he was thinking, he couldn't hide it. Instead of hiding and being watched, it would be better to be generous.
"Poor mouth." Jiang Pengji said with a smile.
Just as he was about to step on the bench to get on the carriage, out of the corner of his eye caught sight of Wei Ci, wearing a crow-blue Confucian shirt, standing in the snow with an umbrella.
She paused, turned her head and said to Xu Ke, "You hide in the carriage with your stove in your hand, I have something to do."
After Xu Ke heard this, he was surprised, and his eyes couldn't help moving 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, Wei Ci is also considered to be a clear-cut person.
Jiang Pengji stepped forward and teased, "Zixiao is waiting for me here?"
Wei Ci didn't react as aggressively as before, but said plainly, "Just like Xiaolang-jun's accountant, I'm just waiting here. As for who is waiting, who is it? If Xiaolang-jun feels kind I'm waiting for you, it's okay to think so."
To mock her narcissism
Jiang Pengji's expression sank, looking at Wei Ci with a bit of scrutiny and exploration.
Wei Ci didn't avoid it either, lowered his eyelids, and lowered his head slightly to look at him, his eyes full of magnanimity instead of the previous emptiness.
As he said that, the umbrella in his hand tilted slightly, covering the top of Jiang Pengji's head.
"The snow is heavy, Xiao Lang-jun, go back quickly."
"Did you write that article yourself?"
Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci with a solemn face, a little rude.
Wei Ci smiled calmly, and asked her back, "Does Xiao Lang think that your father has leaked the question, so that Ci will have the opportunity to find someone to take a knife and write it?"
Jiang Pengji was silent, not because she suspected that Wei Ci would ask for the shooter, but because she felt that Wei Ci's thinking was too different from that of today's literati. If all the people in the world go to study, who will come to plough the fields? There are more people reading, and more people sharing the cake. How can the nobles and nobles who monopolize the inheritance of knowledge today be willing? Don't forget, Wei Ci is also from a noble family.
Even though the Langyawei clan has withered away, their ancestors were once prominent.
There is a sense of arrogance in the bones of the gentry.
Either, Wei Ci really has such a lofty vision, or he is just a middle-2 young man who is not deeply involved in the world.
No matter what Jiang Pengji thinks, Wei Ci doesn't look like the latter.
"It's a neat mouth." She said without a smile, "It looks like you already know how to keep your composure in front of me."
Wei Ci's voice was a little relieved, "Eat a cut and grow a wisdom, although Zi Xiao dare not compare with Youmo and the others, but he is not a fool without talent, naturally he will not fall in the same place twice. Ruo Xiaolang You still want to try to find out something, I am afraid you will be disappointed."
Jiang Pengji turned her head to look at him, let out a long sigh, and laughed.
"You should be glad that there are many people and cars here."
Wei Ci raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"Zixiao has a natural talent, and the clothes on his body match the vast snowy scenery. If there is no one around..."
Jiang Pengji didn't finish speaking, but raised her eyebrows at the other party, giving a very ambiguous and frivolous hint.
Wei Ci tightened the handle of the umbrella abruptly, with a positive expression, she straightened the paper umbrella in a hurry.
Let's eat snow!
Jiang Pengji laughed so much that her shoulders were shaking. For nothing else, Wei Ci's reaction was really interesting.
Like a very proud cat.
I don't know if it was inadvertent or not, Jiang Pengji looked at the vast snowy scene and said a word.
"After my father Qionglin's banquet, he will go to work."
A flash of surprise flashed in Wei Ci's eyes, "Ling Zun has just passed by, why do you want to apply for a job?"
"you guess?"
Wei Ci looked at the short man who couldn't reach her chest and said in a low voice, "If Xiaolang-Jun doesn't intervene, your honor may be able to work a little more leisurely. Now the situation in Dongqing is getting more and more serious. Shishi can be regarded as a good way to avoid chaos. But if Xiaolang Jun intervenes, I am afraid that it will be a move to retreat..."
"Retreat to advance? That's a good word, so guess what step I'm making?"
Wei Ci closed his eyelids. If everything remained the same, the person in front of him was not so ambitious. At most, he was leading a bunch of bandits to stir up trouble in Dongqing. But now, Wei Ci could feel that she wanted to point at the emperor's throne a few years earlier than she used to be.
If so... He closed his eyes and thought for a while, then spit out two words with certainty.
"Chongzhou."
No matter if it was her in the past or now, Wei Ci did not expect the other party to fight steadily.
"You really know me well."
Wei Ci's heart beat violently.