The north wind roared violently, swirling frost and snow high in the sky. The sky was pitch black, as if there were a pair of eyes looking at the boundless land with cold eyes.
An Yuping was sitting in front of the door. The lights in the bedroom were brightly lit, an earth dragon was burning under the floor, and silver charcoal was placed in the center of the room. The heat was radiating out, and he could not feel the slightest coldness.
Everyone in An Mansion is busy, maids and servants are running back and forth, wives and aunts are packing things in each room, and the quietest place in An Mansion is his Summer Palace.
A slender figure walked from a distance holding an umbrella. The maids on the road saluted respectfully. She nodded lightly. After entering the courtyard and seeing the figure in front of the door, she frowned lightly and walked away.
"Uncle Fourteen." An Qingxi called.
"Are we about to set off?" An Yuping said.
"Well," An Qingxi nodded, "so I came to take a look at you."
"Don't worry," An Yuping said, "I will take good care of my brother."
An Qingxi chuckled and said, "Uncle Fourteen, it's my father who should take care of you."
An Yuping also smiled and nodded lightly: "It's the same."
"This," An Qingxi handed over something, "Uncle Fourteen."
An Yuping looked at it and saw a green hosta.
"If Uncle Fourteen is free, can you help me give this hosta to him?"
An Yuping raised his eyes and looked at it, but did not reach out to take it. After a pause, he said: "It's okay if you don't hand over this thing."
"Uncle Fourteen?" An Qingxi was surprised and opened her eyes slightly.
"Let's go," An Yuping said, "They will come to call you later."
"But this hairpin," An Qingxi lowered her eyes and looked at the hairpin in her hand, "As soon as I leave Beijing, my marriage..."
"You are not married anymore." An Yuping interrupted her.
An Qingxi stopped and turned slightly pale.
"Don't think about it," An Yuping took her look into his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's not a good marriage at all. If it's over, it's over."
The girl was still stunned, her cut pupils shimmering with water.
Heavy snow accumulated a thin layer on the umbrella, falling from the umbrella eaves tilted at the back. A gust of wind blew, and her fingers were a little cold, so she finally slowly took back the hosta.
"I didn't like him at first," An Qingxi said lightly, "my fourteenth uncle told me that when it comes to children's marriage, parents' orders, and matchmaker's words, I just need to be obedient and my parents will not harm me.
People around me are also telling me that Jun Bolang of the Dingyuan Hou family is a rare good man, with outstanding appearance and first-class talent and learning, so I gradually fell in love with him. But now, the fourteenth uncle said that he was nothing at all.
A good marriage."
An Yuping looked away, his chest was blocked, feeling dull and depressed.
"When you need it, it is a gift from heaven. You don't need it anymore. This marriage will be abolished. But Uncle Fourteen, I have fallen in love with Jun Bolang. My heart is made of flesh. It can't be said."
If you don't like it, then you don't like it." An Qingxi said again.
Her voice was very soft, with her usual gentleness. Listening to it on a snowy night, it was like spring peaches blooming in April in winter.
"Don't mention it," An Yuping said after a long silence, "You can go back and get ready before setting off."
An Qingxi pursed her lips and nodded: "Okay, I'll go then. Uncle Fourteen and my father stay in the capital. Pay attention to protecting yourself. The situation in the capital is getting more and more unstable."
"Don't worry." An Yuping said.
"I also hope to find my grandfather's whereabouts as soon as possible."
"Will do."
"Um……"
An Qingxi looked away, feeling heavy in her heart. After calming down, she turned around and left holding on to the umbrella.
There was a long motorcade lined up in front of the gate of An's mansion. On more than fifty carriages, sat the wives, sons and daughters of each house of the An's family, as well as aunts with children.
The accompanying jewels, wealth and fine clothes were kept as simple as possible, and there were nearly one hundred and fifty carriages.
If it were daytime, it would be a scene that Jin Yi would be eye-catching if such dignitaries and aristocrats left the city. However, now, they could only leave the capital at night.
The convoy headed out of the city, its wheels rolling through the thick snow without making any sound.
More than 500 followers and nearly 1,000 guards followed the cavalry. The city gates and patrol guards have been guarded. When they get out of the city gate and go to the long road station thirty miles southeast, there will be more than 3,000 people. Yan Nanjun is waiting there.
No one would have thought that on such a snowy night when the north wind was howling, the An family, which dominated the whole country, would quietly and silently leave the capital and completely withdraw from the political stage of Daqian.
An Yuping came out of An Mansion and looked up at the figure at the back of the motorcade. The boy on the side was holding an umbrella for him, but the howling wind and snow could still hit his gorgeous clothes and penetrate the rich clothes. Biting cold.
When the convoy was no longer visible, the boy said, "Master, let's go back home."
An Yuping kept silent and continued to look. The long street was empty and there was nothing. The boy didn't know what he was looking at, so he had to stand with him for a long time.
It's early morning, but the snow is still heavy.
Zhu Xian, wearing thick and warm clothes, walked from the street.
As soon as he arrived at the government office, Wei Zheng ran out of the back office in a hurry, looked up and saw Zhu Xian, and said with a panicked expression: "Sir, you are here."
"What's the matter?" Zhu Xian was slightly frightened by his look.
Wei Zhizhang glanced at the guards on both sides and pulled Zhu Xian outside to the Dengwen Drum.
"Sir, people are dead," Wei Zhizhang lowered his voice, "Six people froze to death in the prison last night! Two of them were seriously ill."
Zhu Xian was stunned: "Frozen to death?"
"The body was rolled up in a torn mat and is now dumped outside the prison. I don't know what to do with it," Wei Zhan frowned, "Sir, would you like to inform the family?"
Zhu Xian frowned, and the wind and snow blew, making his exposed skin extremely painful.
"Sir?" Wei Zhizhang shouted.
"Let's look at it again," Zhu Xian said hesitantly. "When Master Liang comes, ask him. This matter is not something we can decide."
"We don't have money now," Director Wei added, "we have to keep the rest of the people warm, otherwise more people will fall tomorrow."
"The office has no money?" Zhu Xian was stunned.
"We have budgeted for all that money, and there is not much left," Wei Zhizhang sighed. "Ragged clothes are so expensive outside now. Even if we have a lot of money, we can't spend a lot of money to buy thick clothes for these prisoners." quilt."
Zhu Xian's heart became heavy and he didn't know what to say.
"Actually, sir," Director Wei paused for a moment and then said, "Why were these people brought here and locked up in the first place? They were kept in jail for so long without any explanation from above. In the end, we let us all take the blame. Got it on my back."
"How do you want me to answer?" Zhu Xian asked.
"That's all," Manager Wei took a deep breath, "I'll find a solution for this matter. Sir, go to the office. There are still a lot of things waiting for you."
"Where are you going?" Seeing that he was really going to leave, Zhu Xian asked hurriedly.
Wei was engaged in stalling: "Where can I go? I'll go to the teacher and my brothers to ask for money."
