Jun Jiuling

Entering the twelfth lunar month, the New Year's Day is approaching, but the atmosphere in the capital is not as good as before.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a few snowflakes fell, and the pedestrians on the street suddenly quickened their pace.

Ning Yunzhao put on the hood, and stretched out his hand to gently block the passers-by who were about to bump into him as they walked quickly with their heads down.

Behind him, Ning Yan's face was hidden in the hood, covering his expression.

They didn't go home, but entered a teahouse, surrounded by thick straw curtains, and the tea soup was boiling in a large pot on the stove, making the simple teahouse steamy.

There were not many guests, and seeing Ning Yunzhao coming, the owner of the teahouse hurriedly cleared out the innermost place facing the river.

"Master Xiao Ning, is it still the old rules?" He asked in a low voice.

I used to call Mr. Ning when I came here, and Mr. Xiao Ning has only been called this for a few months, but neither the person who is addressing nor the person being addressed is not used to it.

Ning Yunzhao nodded with a smile.

The hot tea soup and a basket of steamed dumplings came over, and the boss backed away, continuing to cook the tea soup while looking around vigilantly.

"Uncle, drink some hot tea." Ning Yunzhao handed the tea soup to Ning Yan.

Ning Yan took off his hat, revealing a somewhat haggard face, he took a sip, his stiff face eased a bit.

"No bad news is good news." He said, "The defense line in the north is solid, and His Majesty will be able to live a stable year."

Ning Yunzhao put a steamed dumpling into his mouth and chewed slowly.

"That's not necessarily true." He said, "Good news and bad news are not what people say."

Ning Yan glanced at him.

"I know what you mean. A person can turn black and white with one mouthful, but the day is clear, whether it is victory or defeat, traitor or loyalty, apart from listening and speaking, there are eyes to see." He said, "The Kaide Mansion has been recovered Anwen, the golden soldiers have not been able to break through the city in this period, and we have won several battles, Huang Cheng and others have to weigh their words."

Speaking of Kaide Mansion, Ning Yunzhao smiled.

"Uncle, who do you think did it?" He asked in a low voice.

Ning Yan glared at him.

"Don't say what you should say, and don't say what you shouldn't say." He said.

Ning Yunzhao picked up the tea soup with a smile and stopped talking.

Nowadays, there are constant disputes in the court because of the war, but Ning Yunzhao, Ning Yan's nephew, has never said a word, and he has not even sought out other officials to lobby in private. Copying documents and organizing documents in my office.

Many officials privately laughed at Ning Yunzhao's behavior when father and son fought against tiger brothers. Ning Yunzhao didn't want to leave the capital.

He is smart, if a new number one scholar dares to jump up and down, get him out of the capital first, let him go out and wink, Huang Cheng's officials are not shy about threatening.

Ning Yan didn't mind what Ning Yunzhao did. If Ning Yunzhao really wanted to help, he would dissuade him instead.

After all, if you just entered the officialdom and didn't understand anything, you would come out to argue, not only would you not be able to convince the public, but it would be easy to be called frivolous.

However, Ning Yunzhao did not express this meaning from the beginning to the end, and Ning Yan was also a little puzzled. He thought that Ning Yunzhao should at least ask.

Of course, I don't think that my nephew is cold-hearted. This nephew has made up his mind since he was a child, but I don't know what he thinks.

"I didn't think about anything." Ning Yunzhao said, "It's just not speculative."

Ning Yan frowned.

If you don't speculate, who else will you not speculate? Emperor's?

"Absurd." He whispered, "Is this what a minister said? Let alone a minister, what is the purpose of reading sage books? It is to enlighten the people by discerning the truth and enlightening the people. If the words are not speculative, what should be said is not Did you say it?"

Ning Yunzhao hurriedly answered yes.

"That's why I'm not as good as my uncle." He said again.

He admitted that he was so righteous, what else could he say, Ning Yan glared at him, stuffed a steamed dumpling into his mouth, and after chewing a couple of mouthfuls, an attendant hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in, ignoring Ning Yunzhao's greeting , just whispered a few words in Ning Yan's ear.

Ning Yan looked surprised.

"Really?" he asked.

The entourage nodded.

Ning Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up.

"I'll go to the government office." He said, hesitating for a while but still didn't tell Ning Yunzhao what happened, "Tell your aunt, I won't go back tonight."

Ning Yunzhao stood up and said yes, and didn't ask what was the matter, watching Ning Yan leave in a hurry.

As the night fell, the snow fell more heavily, and two dim yellow lanterns danced around the teahouse.

"Looking at the joy in Uncle's eyes, it should be good news." Xiao Ding said in a low voice.

Ning Yunzhao sat down and looked at the snowflakes flying on the river, and smiled.

"There can be no good news," he whispered.

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"good news."

Wearing a thick hat and covering his ears, shopkeeper Qingyuande Shengchang looked at Miss Jun and her party who entered the door, and shouted happily.

Miss Jun got off the horse wrapped in a thick cloak and said oh.

"What good news?" she asked.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to speak, his eyes fell on Miss Jun's back, and he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

In addition to the dozen or so men in the past, there was a girl behind Miss Jun.

The girl was wrapped in a cloak, covering even her face. She seemed very weak and was holding Miss Jun's sleeve tightly.

This is also the mountain people in Zhangqingshan, right?

Let her sit in the next room like those men, or...

Miss Jun had already dragged the girl into the room, taking off her cloak.

"History, do you want tea?" she asked.

The shopkeeper understood, and couldn't help but look at the girl in surprise again. The girl looked at him very keenly, as if she was afraid and hid behind Miss Jun.

Miss Jun patted her.

The girls in the country were all strangers, the shopkeeper immediately stopped looking at her, and ordered the boy to serve tea as if nothing had happened.

"The good news is that the Jinren are going to make peace with us." He said, not shy about having a strange girl in the room.

Since Miss Jun brought this girl in, it meant that there was no need to hide it from her.

Peace talks?

"Really?" Miss Jun asked.

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile on his face.

"It's absolutely true, the latest news from the north." He said, stretching out his hand and twisting his beard with a bit of pride, "I said earlier that I couldn't please Cheng Guogong, and I didn't surrender in despair in the end. Why bother?" Woolen cloth."

If you really seek peace and admit defeat, it's not bad.

Miss Jun was silent for a moment.

"Then everyone will have a good year," she said.

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper said, looking at the snow outside, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year, settle down earlier, and don't delay the spring plowing."

It sounds good, but thinking about it from the beginning of the war to now, I always feel that this is a bit of a joke.

"This is Cheng Guogong's strength." The shopkeeper said, "They can't get any cheap, they can't stand it anymore, so they have to negotiate and surrender."

"Mr. Cheng is great. We know that, as people who have fought with Mr. Cheng many times, don't they know?" Miss Jun said, "If you say you want to fight, you will fight, and if you fight, you will immediately say no, this is really a bit of a joke. "

"Who knows what they think." The shopkeeper said.

"I don't think it's that simple." Miss Jun said, "You should pay attention to this matter."

The shopkeeper responded yes.

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After the snow, the land was completely white.

"It turns out that Qingyuan Mansion is so big." Zhao Hanqing rode his horse back from the front and said.

"Qingyuan Mansion is not that big." Miss Jun smiled, "There is a bigger place, and I will show you there."

Zhao Hanqing smiled.

"Hey, where are those bandits you were talking about?" she asked.

Lei Zhonglian who was walking aside smiled.

"Miss Zhao, it depends on luck to meet bandits." He said, "The bandits in our Qingyuan Mansion are almost extinct."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream coming from the front, accompanied by the scream and the neighing of the horse.

"kill!"

There was also shouting and killing.

kill! kill? !

Miss Jun looked at Zhao Hanqing and smiled.

"You're lucky," she said.