"What kind of tea?" Meng Jia looked at the tea in front of him, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
This was of course the Ruyi tea made by Mu Yunhan himself, but it was not given to him, but to Gu Yilan.
Gu Yilan passed away at the beginning of this summer. Duoer packed up his belongings and sent him this box of tea.
In recent years, he has been very busy with his work, his parents died young, and he is the only one left in the world. Although it is hard work, it is very fulfilling. He has stopped drinking Ruyi tea for a long time.
Just after receiving the tea, he had no intention of throwing it aside and not using it.
This is a good thing. Drink a cup when you are upset to clear your mind, improve your eyesight, and strengthen your body.
In the past, he didn't feel anything wrong when he drank it. But today, when the girl asked him about it, he suddenly felt a little emotional out of thin air, thinking about the past and old friends. Starting 33 Starting 33
Ji Qilang was smart. After waiting for a while and not seeing any answer from him, he didn't dare to ask again. He lowered his head silently and whispered, "Your Majesty, I wonder if there is a shortage of documents in the army?"
Meng Jia quickly came to his senses and said calmly, "Are you going to serve as a clerk in the army?"
Ji Qilang took a deep breath and smiled, "Yes, although Cao Min is not talented, he is also well-read, good at writing, conscientious and responsible in his work, and not afraid of death."
Ji Xiaolang was shocked and pulled her clothes hard from behind to prevent her from going.
Meng Jia looked at her seriously and shook his head slightly, "No."
Ji Qilang was very angry, "Why not? You recruited a group of people last month, including my brother. He can't write as well as me, he doesn't read as much as me, and he's not as bold and serious and responsible as I am. He can do anything. I
Why not?"
"Bold!" Zhou Yifu scolded her in a low voice and interceded with Meng Jia, "Please forgive her for the sake of her youth and ignorance."
Meng Jia was noncommittal: "Are you from the Ji family? Where do you rank in the family?"
Ji Qilang said, "The seventh one is called Qilang."
But she saw Meng Jia pointing at Ji Xiaolang behind her and saying, "Then he is Hachiro."
Ji Xiaolang forced himself to salute, "Yes..."
"Kegu heard that the Jiangxia Ji family has only seven sons in this generation." Meng Jia said slowly, "But I didn't expect that there were eight. It seems to be a misinformation."
"Misinformation, misinformation..." A thin layer of sweat dripped from the tip of Ji Qilang's nose, and his smile was unconsciously a bit flattering.
Meng Jia was silent for another moment and said, "I want to write a message to attack the puppet Zhao. Since you boast that you are well-read and have excellent writing skills, how about you write this message?" For the first time, please remember three domain names.
Ji Qilang was shocked and pointed at the tip of his nose, "Me?"
"What, are you scared?" Meng Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward slightly.
Ji Qilang refused to admit defeat and puffed up his chest: "Don't be afraid, just write! Get a pen!"
Meng Jiada said, "If you don't write well, it proves that you are deceiving me. This is a crime of beheading. Do you still dare to write?"
Ji Qilang was a little scared, but he still gritted his teeth and held his head high, "I'm not a fool or a liar, there's nothing I dare not do."
"Wow..." It was Ji Xiaolang who was frightened and pulled her sleeves and said loudly, "Sister, I'm home, I'm home. I would rather be beaten by my grandfather than die."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am young and ignorant, and I only like talking nonsense." Ji Qilang was anxious and angry. He dragged Ji Xiaolang aside and scolded him in a low voice, "Shut up, what are you yelling about?"
"Don't embarrass him, he is doing it for your own good." Meng Jia poured a cup of wishful tea and motioned to the attendant to hand it to Ji Qilang, "Sit down, Miss Ji Qi."