The snow fell so thickly that half of my calves were covered with it.
The gate of Dongping Academy is open, and only one, two or three students are coming and going.
Except for a few people who have lived in the academy all year round, none of the gentlemen in the academy came.
Wei Zheng left and visited several gentlemen's homes. A poor man like Mr. Zhan Chen couldn't afford anything at all. A relatively well-to-do but not wealthy man like Mr. Qiu would not be willing to take money out during this season.
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Wei Zhizhang searched for several more classmates. When he found the Song Mansion, Song Du was not there. The Cao family was playing with their grandchildren. After hearing this, he was about to be sent away. Song Qingtang happened to pass by. Without saying a word, he turned around and went back to the house to take care of himself.
The bedding was taken out.
The servant came to tell Mr. Cao, who quickly led people to block the situation. In the end, her precious son had no choice but to send someone to deliver twenty quilts.
"Whatever the weather is like now, I don't know what you are making trouble about." Ms. Cao said angrily.
"For us, it's just a good-looking display in the warehouse, but for others, it's life-saving." Song Qingtang looked at the slaves returning from the front yard and said coldly, "Besides, if we keep it like this, we don't know when.
It will come in handy."
"What are you talking about?" Ms. Cao looked at him.
"It's nothing," Song Qingtang turned around and said, "You continue to play with your grandchildren, I'll go out for a while."
"Erlang!" Mr. Cao shouted hurriedly.
Song Qingtang had already strode away.
Twenty quilts were still not enough, so Wei Zongzhang searched for many people, and finally thought of merchants in the capital.
Because it was on Shengjing Street, the first person he thought of was Mrs. Zhao, who was quite famous in the capital recently.
Wei Zheng turned around and walked to the path on the left. When he raised his head, he could see the vast Duke Dingguo's Mansion in the distance.
The tall mansion is pure and pure in the white snow, with no trace of snow, lonely tiled walls, quiet and empty.
Wei Zheng frowned, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
But as he walked, his footsteps gradually stopped and he looked at a thin figure in the distance.
The girl stood under a plum tree holding an umbrella, looking up at the Dingguo Palace under the snowy sky.
The light from the snow reflects on her white and tender face, which is crystal clear, light and supple. Her profile is quiet, and her eyes are too distant and boundless for her age.
As if feeling something, she paused and looked back.
Wei Zhizhang was stunned. He recognized this face. He had seen it once in the Yanyun Guards Mansion and had seen it countless times on the wanted poster. Although it was not exactly the same, the general facial expressions and eyes were very similar.
The girl did not look away and looked at him quietly from a distance, her eyes were very dull.
Wei Zheng clenched his fingers slightly and kept looking for her. Finally he saw her, but now he was alone with no guards around him, so he couldn't even catch her.
In fact, even if there are four or five guards around her, they may not be able to deal with her.
At this time, the girl suddenly raised her feet and walked over slowly. Her steps were light and her shoes made no sound on the gravel and snow.
Stopping five steps away, the girl said, "Wei is engaged."
The voice was as cold as ice beads falling on a mirror.
Wei Zheng didn't know what to say and looked at her intently.
"What a coincidence." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
After a while, Wei Zhizhang said: "Do you recognize me?"
"I have read the information from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Personnel," Xia Zhaoyi said, "If I have nothing to do, I will go back to the teahouse in front of the government office and have a seat."
"Oh..." Wei Zheng said.
The girl in front of him seemed to have grown taller. She was taller than the girl he had seen in Yanyun Wei Mansion before, and she was not as thin as they said. Although she was still not fat, she was thin and not fat.
My complexion is white and moist, and I look very healthy.
"Did Wei Zhizhang and Master Zhu hide the confession of guilt on Lu Qianhai?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.
Wei Zheng's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Duke Dingguo's Mansion, and then said, "Yes, but you. Are you really from Duke Dingguo's Mansion?"
"I am."
This sentence sounded a bit like a compliment, but for some reason, when it came from her mouth, Wei Zhengyi found it very useful.
"What are your plans next?" Wei Zheng asked.
Xia Zhaoyi paused for a moment, still looking at the snowy Dingguo Palace, shook his head and said, "No more."
"there is none left?"
"Um."
She has done everything she should do, and she has also checked everything she can.
She had smashed through the "evidences" that were false at the beginning and found all the evidence to overturn them. She really had nothing to do.
"There is also An Qiuwan's confession," Xia Zhaoyi added. "He hasn't signed it yet. Once he signs it, I will send him back."
Wei Zhan was shocked: "Taifu An, is he really in your hands?"
"It's not just him," Xia Zhaoyi smiled and looked back at Wei Zheng, "I still have four or five people on my hands, some of whom have already confessed, but I don't want to let them go just yet."
"What are you, what are you..."
"Where is Wei Zheng going?" Xia Zhaoyi changed the topic.
Wei Cheng sighed softly and said, "I'm going to find Mrs. Zhao."
Although he is not a pedantic and stubborn person, this girl told her face frankly that An Qiuwan was in her hands. From Wei Zhengzheng's point of view, she was absolutely sure that there was nothing he could do to her. From a certain point of view,
In a sense, this is a provocation.
But actually, what can be done?
He couldn't beat him again and again, and he might not be able to prove it. The opponent was a head smaller than him, but his aura was far superior to his.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said, "This lady has been stocking up recently. Wei Zhizhang probably wants to seek help."
"Yes," Wei Zhengyi said directly without intending to hide it, "many people died in the official prison and they need something to keep warm."
"Are there any of those gentlemen who were taken away before?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious.
"...It's them."
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "It's an unreasonable disaster."
"yes."
"And outside the city," she turned to look to the other side and said, "I heard that many people have died. With this severe cold and snow coming, I'm afraid more people will die."
"Human life," Wei Zhengzheng sarcastically said, "is the most worthless thing in this world."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
In the past six months, she had come to Beijing all the way from Chongyi, and after coming to Beijing, she had heard and seen that she no longer knew how many people were displaced and how many people struggled and died.
Even she herself had human life on her hands.
With a heavy heart, Xia Zhaoyi looked at Wei Zhengyi: "Wei Zhengyi, you go find Mrs. Zhao, but I heard that she is withdrawn and difficult to talk to. You probably need to work harder."
"Oh." Wei Zhengzheng responded, feeling benefited and happy to be cared about by this "evil boy" as others called him.
At this time, two men passed by them. They were tall and very powerful.
Manager Wei couldn't help but take a few more curious glances. Suddenly, one person turned back and looked at him fiercely.
