Eight Hundred and Fifteenth: Jianzhou Capital, Set in Beijing (4)

Wei Ci frowned slightly displeased, "It's so late, who could it be?"

It's quite rude to come to visit in the middle of the night. Changsheng is a child, so he can't care about it seriously, and it's not necessarily an adult.

The porter bowed his head and looked down. This person was honest and did not dare to say a word.

Besides, he really couldn't describe it. The visitor didn't report the origin at all, he only said that he was a friend of the owner.

"Forget it, I'll go take a look."

Wei Ci sighed, carried Changsheng to the flower hall.

When the familiar figure came into view, he almost threw Changsheng out in shock.

Of course, even if he wanted to lose it, he couldn't lose it.

Changsheng is too heavy.

The owner of Qianying put down her large cloak and hood, revealing that calm and cold face, looking at the child in Wei Ci's arms with raised eyebrows.

"See my lord!"

"You have children?"

Jiang Pengji's eyes fell on Chang Sheng's face, the child's plump cheeks, with two blushes on her cheeks, she looked very cute.

Wei Ci smiled wryly, "My lord, why bother to tease Ci? This is the longevity of Huaiyu's family. My lord hasn't seen her for half a year, so I'm afraid I forgot."

Children grow up when they see the wind, let alone half a year, maybe they won't know each other after half a month.

"I gained weight a few times, and I almost didn't recognize it. It's too heavy for you to hold, so put it here with me."

Jiang Pengji glanced at Wei Ci's body, and always felt that the baby Changsheng could crush him to death.

Wei Ci lowered his head in silence, but still handed her the longevity.

"Why did the child of Huaiyu's family run away from you?"

Jiang Pengji asked out of boredom.

"Huaiyu probably wanted to have another child, but Changsheng, who was sensitive by nature, discovered his intention. Changsheng probably felt that Huaiyu was going to abandon her, so he came to Ci for comfort when he felt uncomfortable. Children are very forgetful, and when they wake up tomorrow, Forget about all the troubles."

Regardless of the child's age,

Maybe people understand everything, but they just can't express it.

Wei Ci feels that even children, adults should not ignore their existence and feelings at will.

Jiang Pengji snorted, noncommittal.

There were a few lamps burning in the hall, and the orange candlelight loomed in the darkness, as if he was in a state of anxiety at this time.

"My lord came late at night, what's the matter?" Wei Ci saw that Jiang Pengji hadn't spoken for a long time, but just silently looked at Chang Sheng who was slowly sleeping. The topic broke the atmosphere at this time.

Jiang Pengji patted Chang Sheng lightly, and lowered her voice actively.

"It's not convenient to ask you about the previous banquet—how is the matter in Beijiang going?"

Wei Ci's nerves tightened, and the fragmentary images in his mind were thrown into the depths of his memory, and he responded positively.

"Reporting to my lord, everything is proceeding step by step."

"Is there any change in northern Xinjiang? Has the high-level management asked the herdsmen to raise rabbits and sheep in private?"

Wei Ci shook his head, "There is no such news yet. Because of the horse plague incident in Northern Xinjiang last year, the imperial court's regime was in turmoil. The King of Northern Xinjiang still insists on saying one thing, but other tribes in Northern Xinjiang have complained. In order to eliminate these voices, Northern Xinjiang Your Majesty keeps moving. They are busy fighting for power, and they don't even care about a few big racecourses. How can they manage the life and death of ordinary herdsmen? The chances of finding out are not high."

Regardless of whether it is in this life or in the previous life, this horse plague is an unavoidable doom for Northern Xinjiang.

If it hadn't been for the horse plague that seriously injured the vitality of northern Xinjiang, Dongqing would be in danger if he didn't have the strength to go south for a few years.

The horse plague in the previous life made Northern Xinjiang lose the best opportunity for the Southern Expedition. When they regained their vitality, a ferocious wolf has already been entrenched in the Central Plains.

At that time, Beijiang wanted to take advantage of the chaotic situation in the Central Plains to reap the benefits of the fisherman. It never expected that Jiang Pengji, who was fighting to the death with various princes before, would suddenly stop fighting, and would not hesitate to cede interests, adopt an alliance foreign policy, and turn her head away. Go to northern Xinjiang.

After Beijiang was killed by her, she turned around and broke face with her allies.

In the previous life, Beijiang was a cannon fodder, but in this life... Well, I guess the end will be even worse.

The lord is so dedicated to managing the northern forces, isn't it just to sharpen his sword and rush to the northern border?

Wei Ci said, "It may be two or three years after the Northern Xinjiang imperial court finds out."

At that time, there are only two roads in front of Beijiang——

First, fight to the death! Regardless of continuing to develop the ranch, raise war horses, and increase combat power. As long as they conquer the Central Plains, they will have vast and fertile land and inexhaustible resources, and they will no longer have to crowd in the northern border where food is scarce.

Second, allocate manpower to deal with rabbits and sheep that show signs of flooding, allowing the pastures time to recover.

If the former, it would be a big gamble for Beijiang.

If you win, you have everything, if you lose, you lose your money, and you don't even have pants left.

If it is the latter, it will take several years for Beijiang to recover its vitality, which is enough time for Jiang Pengji to develop her power.

Jiang Pengji was very satisfied.

If there were more multifunctional little angels like Wei Ci, she probably wouldn't worry about manpower anymore.

Wei Ci felt uncomfortable all over, he didn't even dare to look at Jiang Pengji, his eyes were dodging.

"My lord, if you want to ask about this matter, you can discuss it tomorrow. Why did you come here late at night?"

The lord's identity has just been recovered, if it is revealed that he appears at the subordinate's house late at night, what kind of ugly scandal will spread.

"I come whenever I want." Jiang Pengji said.

Wei Ci was speechless, this was really in line with his master's usual strong style.

After the two finished talking about their business, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence again, like a thicker mud that couldn't be stirred.

Wei Ci glanced at Chang Sheng, who was sleeping sweetly, and a question suddenly came to his mind.

He couldn't resist the urge at all.

"I heard from Huaiyu that the nickname Changsheng was given by the lord?"

Jiang Pengji looked up at him, and hummed, "Isn't there a custom for fathers to ask passers-by to name their newborns for their welfare? Huaiyu asked me in front of me, so I couldn't refuse, right? What's more, Changsheng was born by me. Yes, she is lovable again..."

Wei Ci murmured, "Be happy and worry-free, live long and long."

Jiang Pengji frowned secretly, what Wei Ci said was exactly the meaning of her name Changsheng back then.

Wei Ci said in a strange way, "I heard from Huaiyu that he has always wanted to have another child. At that time, I am afraid that he will ask the lord again."

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "I'm not good at writing, and my name is vulgar. There is one who has lived forever, and Huaiyu won't rush to seek abuse."

When it comes to calculations and the like, she is absolutely not cowardly, but when it comes to literary talents such as reciting poems and composing right, she is really in a hurry.

It is not considered illiterate, but in front of a real academic master, it is estimated that it is almost the same as illiterate.

"Not necessarily, even if it's just for peace of mind, Huaiyu would ask for a name."

"According to what you're saying, I should think about it in advance, just in case I need it?" Jiang Pengji originally wanted Wei Ci to be the shooter and helped her find a male and female name for backup, but she could tell that Wei Ci Ci was not very interested, so she could only take it herself. "With longevity, how about adding another blessing? Whether it is longevity or longevity, it can be used as a male name or a female name, and the meaning is not bad..."

Wei Ci was completely silent.

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