Three Hundred and Four: 3 Years in Langya (4)

He calmed down and asked calmly, "According to Ci, doesn't the young man know Ci very well?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and did not continue to question Wei Ci.

When boiling a frog in warm water, you have to do it slowly.

What should I do if I pour a pot of boiling water directly and scare people away?

She seemed to be looking at the sky, but in fact she was paying attention to the paper umbrella in Wei Ci's hand.

Even though I had moved the paper umbrella away out of temper before, I moved it back silently now, letting some snow pile up on my shoulders.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to take off her cloak and motioned for Wei Ci to put it on.

"In the future, I will have to ask Zi Xiao to take care of me when I study in Langya."

Wei Ci glanced at the thick white fur cloak and said calmly, "Young Master and Ci are close friends, and Master appreciates your talent very much. I think you won't face any problems in the academy, so why bother?" This is a 'bribe'."

"I'm not afraid of the cold or heat, so I can wear more and less. It's just that Zixiao is fragile. Now I'm still standing in the wind and snow waiting for someone, so it's better to be careful." Jiang Pengji threw the cloak directly into his arms. , whether you like to wear it or not, it will fall down if you don’t wear it.

After saying that, Jiang Pengji turned around and walked towards her carriage, stepped on the sedan chair and said, "Go to Feng Mansion."

As soon as she raised her hand to open the curtain, Xu Ke, who had been paying attention to the two of them, handed the stove back to her.

The carriage driver wearing a bamboo hat pulled the reins and drove away, just passing by Wei Ci.

"Mr. Lang gave the cloak to Mr. Wei. You will be talked about by Taxue when you go back."

Xu Ke knelt down near the door of the carriage and put his hands into warm gloves. The inside was made of thick rabbit fur, which was very comfortable.

Jiang Pengji held the stove and refilled the charcoal fire, which was even hotter than before.

"Your husband is strong and strong. He can kill two cows with his bare hands. How can he still get sick without a cloak?" Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows. "He is a weak scholar. He doesn't wear much. He's still wooden. It seems like you can stand outside and don’t have to worry about catching a cold.”

Xu Ke was speechless immediately.

Indeed, his husband looked young and thin, but he was actually very powerful in combat. It was because his appearance was so deceptive.

"I heard from Huaiyu that Zixiao's family has moved to Zhongzhao and returned to the sect. He stayed alone in Langya, Dongqing. Who knows how many maids and women there are to take care of him. The weather is changing so fast. It is estimated that people There aren’t many warm clothes in the suitcase.”

Jiang Pengji is a careful person, but she rarely takes the initiative to care about others, or in her opinion, there is no need to care at all.

Everyone has grown hands and feet. If they can't even take care of themselves, wouldn't they be disabled in life?

This method would not work in ancient times.

After hearing this, Xu Ke couldn't help but sigh that his husband seemed to have become more humane.

The Qionglin Banquet seemed to be a celebration banquet held for a few outstanding scholars, but in fact it was just a place to sing praises and flatter others. Many courtiers tried their best to flatter and fawning, and looked servile and servile, which made people secretly angry.

The scholars who should have been valued became unimportant embellishments, and the banquet was filled with the emperor's hearty laughter.

Han Yu has a rather aggressive temper. When facing a few good friends, he has no intention of being patient and does not express his displeasure. "Looking at it now, Xiao's action of beating people and leaving that day was the right thing... Such a servile and servile manner, completely Without a trace of backbone, simply..."

Cheng Jing glared at Han Yu and stared back at the other man's next words.

"Be careful in your words and deeds, have you forgotten these four words?" Cheng Jing whispered, "If this leads to death..."

Compared to Han Yu and Cheng Jing's nervousness, Lu Zheng secretly stretched out his belly and resisted the urge to lick it.

There were a lot of delicious food at the Qionglin banquet. Lu Zheng was born into a poor family. He was just the son of an Orion. He liked to roll mud in the fields since he was a child. If Mr. Yuan Jing hadn't told him that he was destined to be with him and brought him back to the academy to teach him carefully, now he would also Not qualified to stand at the Qionglin Banquet...

The opportunity is rare, and if you don’t make the most of it, you’ll be at a huge disadvantage.

He was not Han Yu or Cheng Jing. He didn't move his chopsticks a few times, but he was full of anger.

"Partition walls have ears, so we should pay attention to them. Wenbin, this is not a good place to complain."

With his stomach a little full, Lu Zheng walked slowly, seemingly very leisurely and comfortable, but in fact he was just too full to walk.

Han Yu took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

Several people saw Wei Ci holding a white velvet cloak in his arms from a distance, standing there wondering what he was doing.

Lu Zheng was thick-skinned enough and stepped forward with a smile, pretending to reach out and take the cloak from Wei Ci's arms, and said, "Zi Xiao is indeed the most considerate person. Knowing that my brother didn't wear enough clothes today, he specially brought the cloak for me. Here, I would like to thank you in advance..."

Before his hand even touched the cloak, Wei Ci had already taken a step back and said bluntly, "It's not for you."

Lu Zheng was not angry, but instead looked at the tie on the collar of the cloak furtively.

The ends of the lace are decorated with two delicate fur balls, which is inconsistent with Wei Ci's painting style. Not only that, the size of the cloak is also inappropriate.

"Who is it for?" Lu Zheng asked.

Wei Ci ignored them, glanced at the expressions of Han Yu and Cheng Jing, and sighed softly.

"Look at your worried looks. Were you offended at the banquet?"

Han Yu didn't pay attention to the cloak. His attention was drawn back to the Qionglin Banquet just now, and the anger he had just suppressed emerged again.

"The so-called important ministers in the court are all servile, flattering, and have no character. If this continues, the court will end sooner or later."

Wei Ci glanced around and saw that there was no one around, so she felt relieved.

"You're just servile to the bone, what are you doing with a villain like that?" Wei Ci smiled nonchalantly, "Ci heard that on the eve of the Qionglin Banquet, Zhongshu ordered Fengren to resign and return to his hometown. Not only did the officials not persuade him to stay , but promoted a confidant... Isn't it clear enough for you? The official family wants a docile and obedient domestic cat, not a wild cat that is unruly and self-possessed. "

Han Yu almost exploded, saying who was the wild cat?

Wei Ci added, "It's just a banquet in Qionglin. You are so uncontrollable. What should you do in the future?"

"What do you mean?" Han Yu asked.

"Nowadays, eunuchs secretly sell their titles and officials. The prices are clearly marked for each official position. If you have money, you will be given. Do you think it is just the eunuchs who are greedy? The greedy ones are the big ones..." Wei Ci and others entered the carriage, and there was a charcoal fire in the carriage. After dispelling the cold air, he pointed to the sky, "Wenbin ranked top three in the evaluation. When the time comes, he will only get a small official position, which is not as high as the official positions bought by those rogues who spent money. You can't be so angry that one Buddha is born and two Buddhas are born." Ascension?"

Han Yu almost choked.

"Wei Zixiao, you are so mean in what you say."

Wei Ci was not frightened and continued, "There is someone more mean here in Ci, do you want to listen?"

Lu Zheng was secretly laughing at the side, while Cheng Jing shook his head helplessly and fiddled with the silver charcoal in the charcoal basin.

"Listen! Of course you have to listen!" The oil-fried shiitake mushroom said that he grabbed the sofa based on his ability. How can he say that shiitake mushroom is arrogant? His thighs can't accommodate so many people! Too heavy!