Sitting here, she was thinking not of Ying Wuchen, but of her Aye.
After leaving home that day, she never went back. She didn't know how to face Aye. Maybe they should keep their distance.
Zhou Rong has someone he must kill for her, so she can't sit still and wait for death. The Zhou family is now at the height of its power, and he won't touch her easily until there is a change of dynasty.
But because of her, the killing knife of patience will only become sharper and sharper, and sooner or later it will be swung at Jun.
The only advantage now is that everyone knows that Ying Wuchen faked his death, and the Ying family has never stated that she will end her engagement with Ying Wuchen.
With the Ying family involved, Zhou Rong will not act rashly, but the truth will be revealed sooner or later.
She needs to find a way to draw a clear line between herself and Jun before this happens, so as not to involve herself.
Thinking of this, Jun Ci felt bitter in his heart. He took off the wine bag from his waist and took a big gulp.
At the same time, under the eaves of the courtyard of the Jun's Mansion, Jun Xu, wearing a black coat, stood in the corridor, staring at the closed door for a moment.
The housekeeper also waited anxiously with him, braving the wind and snow and running between the wind and rain corridor and the door several times.
When he was about to go back into the snow again, Jun Xi stopped him with his arms crossed: "Prepare food, Aci... won't come back."
After saying that, Jun Xu turned around and walked towards the courtyard.
The lanterns hanging on the corners of the wind and rain corridor swayed in the wind, and the goose-yellow candlelight shone tremblingly on the broad and straight back. The majestic general looked particularly lonely.
At this moment, there was finally a knock on the door. The housekeeper was overjoyed and rushed over, but when he opened the door, it was a servant from the Zhang family.
Soon, Zhang Li and his son also learned that Jun Ci had stayed behind in the army and had not returned.
Zhang Cheng immediately asked his servants to prepare peach soup and pepper wine, and personally took the things to Jun Ci's camp, where he met Jun Xi at the gate of the city.
"Uncle." Zhang Cheng turned over and dismounted.
Jun Xu handed a fiery red sachet to Zhang Cheng: "Give it to A Ci for me."
The sachet is still warm in the hand, but once the cold wind passes, the fragrance of the medicine seems to be gone.
Jun Xu didn't wait for Zhang Cheng to say anything, he got on his horse and quickly disappeared behind Susu Xuemu.
"General, I would like to see you, Master of the Secretariat."
Jun Ci was leaning on the railings on both sides of the steps, blowing the cold wind and drinking strong wine. After hearing Gao Yi's report, he stood up suddenly. As soon as he arrived outside the courtyard of the hut, he saw A Gu carrying a lantern and leading Zhang Cheng from a distance.
"In two hours, it will be New Year's Day. I brought you some food." Zhang Cheng raised the food box in his hand, his handsome face shrouded in candlelight, and his smile was warm.
There seemed to be a surge of warmth in the ice and snow, filling Jun Ci's eyes. She smiled and led Zhang Cheng into the hut.
Watching Zhang Cheng put out plates of food, in addition to her favorite food, there were also the must-drink pepper and cypress wine and peach soup according to Yuan Day customs.
In the army, he cooked mutton soup to ward off the cold, roasted mutton and drank wine. Jun Ci was not hungry, but when he saw these carefully prepared meals, he feasted on them.
Zhang Cheng sat opposite Jun Ci, with the chopsticks in his hands mostly used to serve Jun Ci. He always had a slight smile on his lips, as if seeing Jun Ci eating satisfactorily made him feel extra satisfied.
When the bell of the first day rang, Jun Ci drank the peach soup that was warming on the stove in one gulp, and he and Zhang Cheng each drank a glass of pepper and cypress wine from a bottle.
The two brothers and sisters sat back on the steps under the eaves, one on the left and the other on the right, looking at the heavy snow. Jun Ci was still holding the wine jar in his hand, and Zhang Cheng was also holding a full wine bottle, talking about interesting things from their childhood.
Talking about some words that come to mind, I feel indescribable leisure.
"Ah Ci, my uncle asked me to hand this over to you." Suddenly, Zhang Cheng handed a brand new fiery red sachet to Jun Ci.
Jun Ci's long eyelashes trembled, and he took it with both hands, just in time to hold the pills in the sachet.
Pills, commonly known as Qinggui Pills, are a custom worn by men and women on Yuan Day in the Northern Dynasties to ward off evil spirits.
Usually, only people who are close to each other give gifts to each other.
In this world, she only has one close relative, Aye.
"Aci, I know what you have in mind, and my uncle also knows it." Zhang Cheng looked at Junci without saying a word for a long time, sighed softly, and cast his clear eyes into the sky, dizzying the endless darkness, "Aci, we were born in
In this world, there is no right or wrong in many things, it’s just that you can’t help yourself.
Aye often said to me that we should do whatever we want, and we should not be ashamed of ourselves and our hearts. The benevolent sees the benevolence and the wise see the wisdom."
Jun Ci listened silently and took another sip of wine. The spiciness of Jiaobai wine spread through his body. Jun Ci, who was warm all over, was a little lazy: "Cousin, only a person who is isolated, has no worries, and no relatives can do anything.
Be able to do whatever you want without any scruples.”
"A Ci, you are wrong." Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand and brushed away the snowflakes that had been blown by the wind and hung on the ends of Jun Ci's hair. His eyes were gentle and he said, "We are closely related by flesh and blood, and we are all connected by blood.
We should try our best to support each other and share weal and woe, which is the true love of family."
"If brother and I were to change places, I would be relieved and generous." Jun Ci smiled in a low voice, his smile forced.
She is the one who causes trouble, not the one who is implicated.
"Aci, you are in trouble." Zhang Cheng sighed softly, "The current situation is not because of you. It is because you are not there, or you are not who you are now. It is just a moment of peace.
My uncle is in the Jun family, and he has guarded the territory with all his strength. How many people have he protected from being displaced? From falling into slavery? With all these things, my uncle will attract people's suspicion, sooner or later.
If you insist on having anything to do with you, it is only because of your ability that the uncle is even more eager to get rid of Zhou. But then I think about it, it may be because of you that the Zhou family is afraid and shortens the survival of the Jun family.
Destiny."
Whether it is a blessing or a curse, who knows?
Jun Xu's difficulties are due to the force of the times. Whether Jun Ci's existence saves the Jun family or implicates the Jun family, no one can judge arbitrarily.
If that's the case, why bother yourself?
"My cousin is well-read in poetry and books, and he has a wise mind and a wonderful tongue." Jun Ci suddenly felt better, "Thank you very much, cousin, for enlightening me."
"Brothers and sisters understand each other and work together, how can we say thank you?" Zhang Cheng saw Jun Ci's brows disappear, and his smile deepened.
With Zhang Cheng's guidance, Jun Ci's depression was relieved. Zhang Cheng has been so considerate since he was a child.
He was obviously a scholar, knowledgeable about ancient and modern times, but not pedantic. He always supported Jun Ci's martial arts practice, fighting and killing like a son-in-law, and never felt it was inappropriate.
No matter how deviant Jun Ci is in the eyes of others, in Zhang Cheng's eyes, she is the best cousin in the world, worthy of all his tenderness.
On Yuan Day, the imperial court was going to hold a big banquet, and all the civil and military officials were going to attend the banquet.
Jun Ci saw Yuan You again and found that Yuan You was getting thinner and thinner, so he tried his best to deal with the ministers of the DPRK.
Zhou Rong's New Year's gift to Yuan You was: "Your Majesty, the war in Yidu has begun."