One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty: Preparing for War, Recuperating (9)

Liu Zhao was thoughtful, but he didn't dare to have too much hope.

Jiang Pengji didn't explain too much, after all, it was enough for her to know many things in her heart, and the more people who knew, the easier it was for bad things to happen.

Although Liu Zhao is a little clever, she is still too tender, who knows if her good deeds will be ruined by impulsiveness.

"Okay, let's go home."

"Oh, go home—"

Jiang Pengji patted him on the head, with a gentle smile.

If Liu Zhao dared to muster up the courage to look directly, he would find that Jiang Pengji's eyes were also filled with warmth, and it was definitely not a simple perfunctory.

The siblings crossed their shoulders, Jiang Pengji turned her head and glanced at Liu Zhao who was only a little taller than herself.

In this era, Liu Zhao's stature is not considered short, at least above the average line, he can be regarded as tall and straight as a pine.

But in Jiang Pengji's eyes, he can only be considered petite.

"Zhao'er, you rejected the marriage proposed by your father earlier, so what do you think?"

"Why did sister suddenly mention this? Parents' orders, matchmaker's words, marriage matters have always been decided like this, how can anyone make up his own mind?" Liu Zhao was stunned, and tentatively said, "I don't ask too much. As long as you look good and have a good personality—”

The most important point is that they must be normal people! ! ! !

Say important things three times!

Liu Zhao didn't want the person next to her pillow to be a robbed evildoer, a born ghost or something else, it was too scary.

As long as he is a normal person, even if he is ugly, stupid, or from a low family background, he is not picky.

Jiang Pengji frowned, "Although the elders make decisions about marriage, you are the one who spends your whole life with them. To put it crudely, only your own feet know whether the shoes fit or not. The most important thing is that you like it. Only then can the piano be in harmony."

After all, Liu Zhao is still an underage boy, even if he is a little clever, his temper is still somewhat reserved.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"It's not that my younger brother refuses, I really haven't seen many of them—how come you like them?"

If possible, Liu Zhao really wants to be a single nobleman for the rest of his life, clean and comfortable.

It's good for the wife's family to be peaceful, but if he is restless and pushes him to fight for power or make small moves in private, isn't it harmful to him?

It would be better not to marry such a wretched wife.

Jiang Pengji frowned, and she said, "It's true that there are not many decent families in Maruzhou, why don't I turn around and ask Huaiyu to see if there are any girls of the right age in the Feng clan. You are not young anymore, in a couple of days We will be crowned in the next year, and we can't even have a marriage."

Liu Zhao was startled, his elder sister meant to let the Feng family become his wives?

"Sister, my brother is still young, why don't you stay with me for two more years." With a smile on his face, Liu Zhao begged for mercy, but his heart was full of sweat. Let the Feng family become the Yue family, because he thought he didn't die fast enough, "If my younger brother gets married, where can I find an excuse to ask sister for a red seal during the festival? My younger brother has no wealth, and it is difficult to support himself, let alone Let alone a family."

Liu Zhao racked his brains to refuse.

"My little brother is very poor now, every day I am eagerly waiting for my sister to pack a big red seal to help me—" Liu Zhao refused to do so, and brazenly asked Jiang Pengji for this year's New Year's red seal in advance, "The distance is too big It’s far away, how about elder sister rewarding younger brother first?”

Jiang Pengji was helpless by Liu Zhao.

Judging from various words and deeds, Liu Zhao's desire to survive is unusually strong.

Let him do it, he can do it forever.

Such a pity for life, why can't he think about intervening in a situation that shouldn't be intervened?

"Okay, okay - I won a few battles this year, and my income has increased a lot. Your sister is not stingy, and the red envelope I gave you is not to be taken lightly."

Jiang Pengji took Liu Zhao's shoulders and sent him back to her mansion.

Liu Zhao didn't start a family, and he didn't own a house in Maruzhou, so naturally he could only squeeze with her.

Jiang Pengji had someone prepare a supper for Liu Zhao, and asked him to eat before going to bed.

"Where's sister?" Liu Zhao asked her.

"The tens of thousands of troops have fought for one or two years, and there are still many things to deal with in the future, and I will be busy for a while." Jiang Pengji said naturally, "If these things are handled well, the people will have a good year. Forget about Ah Zhao, remember to go to bed early."

Liu Zhao stood on the porch listening to Jiang Pengji's words, his wide hood piled up on his shoulders, casting a large shadow.

The candlelight here was not bright, and half of Liu Zhao's face was hidden in the shadows.

He watched Jiang Pengji leave with a complicated expression, his eyes filled with incomprehensible thoughts.

At a certain moment, he sincerely hoped that this person was his elder sister, and that as a younger brother, he could take pride in her as a matter of course.

But he knew very well in his heart that this was just his wishful thinking.

Liu Zhao fell asleep with his head full of thoughts, but he didn't know that the "hard-working" model worker sister in his eyes jumped into Wei Ci's mansion carrying a basket of paperwork. With a pen in her mouth, she hung upside down like a bat under the eaves of her bedroom, and raised her hand to knock on the window.

thump thump——

The crisp sound is especially clear in the dark night.

After a while, two candles lit up in the dark room, one of which was carried by Wei Ci and limped towards the window.

squeak——

Wei Ci raised his hand and opened the window a crack, and Jiang Pengji's upside-down face rushed into his eyes.

Wei Ci: "..."

"Working overtime and staying up all night by myself always feels that I can't lift my energy—" Jiang Pengji put the pannier on the ground first, then turned over, stepped into Wei Ci's room through the window, then turned around and brought the pannier in, "I saw your walking posture just now. Strange, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Pengji kept talking, without giving Wei Ci any room to react.

"It's okay to be kind—"

Wei Ci sighed softly, and also limped towards the room, raising his hand to close the window by the way.

What kind of experience is it to have a hero with superb martial arts?

Wei Ci felt that the other party would appear in front of him at any time, any place, and under any circumstances.

Stimulate him anytime, anywhere.

Jiang Pengji picked up the pannier, looked down at Wei Ci's feet, and only then realized that there was a dark mass hanging on one of his legs.

Hum?

Seeming to have noticed Jiang Pengji's gaze, the shadow turned around her big face, stared at her with moist eyes like black pearls, and groaned twice. It hugged Wei Ci's thigh and calf with its claws, and hung the weight of its entire body on this leg.

It is estimated to be a bit heavy, Wei Ci can only walk by moving, so his walking posture is a bit limping.

Jiang Pengji said, "You haven't raised it to death yet?"

She threw this thing to Wei Ci and ignored it, thinking it was stolen and roasted by some greedy soldier.

Wei Ci said, "This is the young master handpicked by the lord, how dare you neglect it?"

Now it was Jiang Pengji's turn to be confused.

When did she appoint a giant panda to be the young master?

Wei Ci reminded her, "My lord told Zishi earlier that she is your daughter, of course Ci must take care of it carefully."

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