Three Hundred and Three: Three Years of Langya (3)

"This heavy snow will last for a day or two." Feng Jin shook his head, "Shangjing has always been like this, and the snow falls a year earlier."

Looking at the snow-covered roof in the distance, Jiang Pengji frowned, as if she was worried about something.

On the day of the Qionglin Banquet, the heavy snow still had no intention of stopping, and the entire upper capital was covered with a layer of white clothes.

However, the cold outside still couldn't stop the excitement of the Qionglin Banquet.

Clinking cups, singing and dancing, the graceful dancers are dressed in water-colored tulle, dancing in the snow, like nine-day fairies, who will become immortals at any time. Jiang Pengji saw their bare feet, the soles of which were red and blue from the ice, Immediately lost the mood.

She didn't feel comfortable watching it, but the other scholars watched it with gusto.

"Mr. Yuan Jing is so powerful. The students he taught are two of the top three. I heard that if Mr. Yuan Jing's apprentice, Lu Zheng, was not born in poverty, the son of Orion would probably be in the top three... If so, it would be terrifying."

"I heard that Mr. Yuan Jing still has a disciple, why don't you see him?"

"You're talking about Wei Zixiao? It's said that during the evaluation, someone spoke rudely to him, got angry, beat him up and left..."

"That's a pity..."

"What a pity. Hitting people with your hands is so rude. It doesn't look like a literati, it's a reckless man at all."

Jiang Pengji was sitting on her seat, surrounded by aristocrats who were of similar status to her, and each of them was very talkative.

Some people rely on their family money to buy a false job, while others rely solely on their parents to be qualified to join in the fun.

Well, Jiang Pengji belongs to the latter category.

After silently drinking some sake, Jiang Pengji quietly left the Qionglin Banquet under the pretext of being too drunk.

Xu Ke drove the carriage outside and saw Jiang Pengji approaching wrapped in a heavy white velvet cloak. Looking from a distance, she looked like a white ball that could move. He held back a smile and hurriedly got out of the car and put down the sedan chair.

He is not actually a groom who drives a horse, he just came here today to take a look at the place where the Qionglin Banquet is held.

The common people from the poor family still have the opportunity to enter here, and Xu Ke will never be eligible to enter if he has no other chances throughout his life.

Jiang Pengji knew what Xu Ke was thinking,

They didn't stop him either.

"It's getting cold so fast, you should wear two more when you go out. Isn't it a crime to let you wait in the carriage and sit outside? Here, this hand stove warms your hands, lest you speak about me behind your back abused you..."

Xu Ke took over the exquisite hand stove. It was small and exquisite, wrapped in a thick layer of cloth, it was not hot, and it felt like it was used by a little girl.

"Lang Jun, this is wronging you. When did Ke complain about you behind your back? Even if he did, it was a positive complaint."

Xu Ke didn't want to provoke Jiang Pengji's eyes.

No matter what he has in mind, he can't hide it. Instead of hiding it and being laughed at, it's better to be open.

"Poor mouth." Jiang Pengji said with a smile.

Just as he was about to step on the sedan chair to get into the carriage, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Wei Ci in a crow-blue Confucian shirt, standing in the wind and snow with an umbrella.

She paused, turned her head and said to Xu Ke, "Hold the hand stove and hide in the carriage, I have something to do."

Xu Ke was surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but shift his gaze to Wei Ci.

As an invisible voice controller, it is difficult for him not to remember anyone with a special voice.

Not to mention, apart from his moving voice, Wei Ci can also be regarded as a person with a clear personality.

Jiang Pengji stepped forward and teased, "Zixiao is waiting for me here?"

Wei Ci didn't overreact as before, but instead said plainly, "It's just like Xiao Langjun's accountant, just waiting here. As for who is waiting, it depends on who it is. I’m waiting for you, it’s okay to think so.”

Taunt her narcissism?

Jiang Pengji's expression darkened, and she looked at Wei Ci with some scrutiny and exploration in her eyes.

Wei Ci didn't back away either, lowered his eyelids, slightly lowered his head and looked at him, his eyes were open rather than empty as before.

As he spoke, the umbrella in his hand tilted slightly, covering the top of Jiang Pengji's head.

"It's windy and snowy, Mr. Xiao Lang, please go back quickly."

"You wrote that policy article yourself?"

With a serious face, Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci, rather impolitely.

Wei Ci smiled calmly, and asked her back, "Could it be that Mr. Xiaolang thinks that your father leaked the question, so that Ci would have the opportunity to find someone to write for him?"

Jiang Pengji remained silent, not because she suspected that Wei Ci was looking for a gunman, but because she felt that Wei Ci's thoughts were too different from those of today's literati. If all the people in the world go to study, who will plow the fields? There are more people studying, and more people sharing the cake. How can those aristocrats who monopolize the inheritance of knowledge want to? Don't forget, Wei Ci is also from a family.

Even though the Langya Wei family has withered, the ancestors were once prominent.

There is an arrogance in the bones of the gentry, claiming that their blood is superior to others, and they are born to be superior to others.

Either, Wei Ci really has such a lofty vision, or, he is just a second-year middle school youth with little experience in the world.

No matter how Jiang Pengji looked at it, Wei Ci didn't look like the latter either.

"You have a sharp tongue." She said with a half-smile, "It seems that you already know how to keep calm in front of me."

Wei Ci's voice was a little relieved, "Through a fall, you will gain wisdom. Although Zixiao dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with Youmo and the others, he is not a fool without talent. Naturally, he will not fall twice in the same place. Ruo Xiaolang If you still want to find out something, I am afraid you will be disappointed."

Jiang Pengji turned her head to look at him, gave a drawn-out oh, and said with a smile.

"You should be thankful that there are more people and cars here."

Wei Ci raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Zixiao is talented, and the clothes on his body match the vast snow scene. If no one is around..."

Jiang Pengji didn't finish her sentence, but raised her eyebrows at the other party, giving a very ambiguous and frivolous hint.

Wei Ci tightened the handle of the umbrella suddenly, straightened his expression, and straightened the paper umbrella quickly.

Let's eat snow!

Jiang Pengji laughed so much that her shoulders were shaking, not for anything else, Wei Ci's reaction was really funny.

Like a very proud cat.

Not knowing if it was unintentional, Jiang Pengji looked at the vast snow scene and said something quickly.

"After the Qionglin banquet, father will write a letter to become an official."

A trace of surprise flashed in Wei Ci's eyes, "Your father has just passed away, why should he write a letter to become an official?"

"you guess?"

Wei Ci looked at the short man who was not as tall as his own chest, and said in a low voice, "If Mr. Xiao Lang doesn't intervene, your father may be able to relax in his official position. Now the situation in Dongqing is getting more and more serious. The day when Nansheng destroys the country will be the time when the world will be in chaos. Retiring to an official position is a good way to avoid chaos. But if Mr. Xiao Lang intervenes, I am afraid that if the official resignation paper goes up, he will use retreat as a way to advance..."

"Advance through retreat? This is a good word, so guess which step I am advancing?"

Wei Ci lowered his eyelids, if everything remained the same, the man in front of him is not so ambitious, at most leading a bunch of bandits to stir up trouble in Dongqing. But now, Wei Ci felt that she was many years earlier than she used to be, so she wanted to point her sword at the throne.

If that's the case... He closed his eyes and thought for a while before uttering two words firmly.

"Chongzhou."

Wealth and wealth are in danger, no matter if it is her before or now, Wei Ci did not expect the other party to be steady and steady.

"You really know me very well."

Wei Ci's heart beat violently. Fried shiitake mushrooms are said to be unscrupulous, and they will not let you easily grab the sofa. The sofa belongs to this baby.