I broke my sleeves with the son

Cold

Prime Minister Jiang looked at the kid kneeling down, his tone could be said to be flat, his eyes were blank as if he was thinking about something, and he said casually as if talking about what to eat for lunch, "No one you make friends with can help at this time, And you have been away since you were a child, and you can know a few people who are willing to make a move."

Prime Minister Jiang has been in the temple for many years, how can Jiang Luoqing be compared?A few words knocked Jiang Luoqing's ambitions to pieces, and even blocked the escape route.

"I know that you are familiar with Qi Du, the grandson of General Qi and the son of Minister of the Military Department, but this time things are not like before, and they dare not help." Prime Minister Jiang looked at his kneeling son and sighed. : "You should leave Qin directly."

Jiang Luoqing straightened her upper body and said, "Something happened to the Jiang family, I can't leave."

Prime Minister Jiang said mercilessly: "But even if you take care of it, it's just one more life!"

Jiang Luoqing pursed her lips. Prime Minister Jiang saw that he didn't like oil and salt, so he didn't want to say more, he just said: "You have worked hard all the way here, go wash up and rest for a while, let's have a meal at noon, Just leave Beijing."

"I do not go."

"Bang!" The tea splashed onto his trousers, wet his clothes, and the flying debris rubbed against the back of his hands, leaving a few bloodstains.Jiang Luoqing froze, and Prime Minister Jiang withdrew his hand stiffly. He poured himself a cup of tea and suppressed the sadness in his chest. After a while, he said, "Can't you listen to something?"

Jiang Luoqing lowered her head, feeling even more sad in her heart.What happened to Jiang's family to push his father, who has always been gentle and elegant, to this point?Could it be that the Jiang family is about to end like this, is he really going to leave like this?

In the study, the two faced each other silently.

Knock on the door and there is a knock.

Prime Minister Jiang rubbed the corner of his forehead and looked at the person kneeling on the ground motionless, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The butler's voice came from outside the door, "Master, it's a post from the Qi family."

Jiang Luoqing looked up at his father, and was meeting Prime Minister Jiang's eyes. Prime Minister Jiang said in a deep voice, "Get up and talk." Jiang Luoqing stood up as promised, and Prime Minister Jiang raised his voice to let people outside come in.

The butler came in and bowed to the two of them, handed the things in his hands to Prime Minister Jiang, and took a step back to stand beside Jiang Luoqing.

Jiang Luoqing glanced at the butler. After all these years, the butler is still the one in his memory.

The housekeeper noticed that his eyes turned and turned to Jiang Luoqing and smiled, "It's been a long time since you saw the third son, but the third son is quite different from before, and he has grown into a real knight." He sighed, "It's already so It’s been many years, by the way, son, you are almost at the time of crowning.”

Not many people mentioned this to him, so Jiang Luoqing reacted and said, "Well, there's no rush."

Prime Minister Jiang paused when he read the post. When their eldest son Ziyu put on the crown, he was a minister, and the one who put on the crown for Ziyu was the former emperor who was still alive at that time. It can be said that it was the only one.

But now, when he was putting the crown on his youngest son, Prime Minister Jiang knew that he had to do it himself.

But he is like this now, after thinking about it, no matter what, it is a bad treatment.

Sighing in his heart, his face was still solemn, he handed the post to Jiang Luoqing and said, "The Qi family boy is looking for you."

Jiang Luoqing took it and opened it to see that it was a poem meeting, a bunch of literary words, and the final signature was Qi Du, which was obviously a round and gentle word, but it was still very sharp under this person's pen.

Poetry?It really doesn't go well with Qi Du.

Jiang Luoqing thought for a moment about the man with a long spear holding a pen or curling up a book and speaking obscure words to other scholars.

Jiang Luoqing checked the time, and it was noon for the appointment.

Jiang Luoqing breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The time for the appointment is noon." He looked at his father.

Prime Minister Jiang didn't want to look at him, so he said, "As you wish."

With a smile, Jiang Luoqing went out, and the housekeeper went out with him after reporting.

After walking two steps, the housekeeper glanced at Jiang Luoqing, and suddenly felt that the clothes he was wearing seemed too thin. He squinted his dim eyes and took a closer look. It was not too thin, and he was wearing Xia Chang at all. !

It will be more than half a month before the beginning of winter, and their son is still wearing summer clothes, what is this like?Besides, even if young people are not afraid of the cold, they can't beat the frosty open air!

Take a closer look now, and you can see that the exposed hands are red from the cold!

"Here, son, why are you still wearing summer clothes? Isn't it cold?" the butler asked worriedly.

Medicine Valley is really a place where winter is warm and summer is cool. Jiang Luoqing didn't feel like it was winter when he was in Medicine Valley. what clothes.

When I entered Beijing, I was frozen by the early morning frost, and then I had a sudden sense of winter.

He is also cold right now, so he can only use his internal energy silently to warm his body.Hearing this, he said: "Too busy, I didn't notice." He paused, and said honestly: "It's a bit cold."

The butler said: "Then I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to warm your stomach. You should go back and rest quickly. The stove should have been turned on in the room."

Jiang Luoqing nodded and walked into his yard. There were waiters waiting outside, all of whom were unfamiliar faces. Jiang Luoqing didn't remember these people. pick up.

The water for bathing was ready. In the side room, he opened the door and walked around the screen to take off his clothes and take a bath.

There was a sound of water, and Jiang Luoqing sighed comfortably.

After taking a bath, wipe off the water on your body with a cloth. There are seasonal clothes beside you. The cotton cloth is sandwiched with high-quality cotton. It is soft and comfortable to touch, and it is also very warm to wear.

There were a few fluffy balls on the collar and sleeves, and Jiang Luoqing knew who made them at a glance, and only his mother would often sew fluffy things on clothes.

He curled his lips into a smile, then recalled those things again, and the corners of his lips curled down.

At noon, he took the carriage prepared by the butler to the poetry meeting without eating.

It was a three-storey restaurant, which was booked by a group of arty children as the venue for the poetry meeting. Jiang Luoqing showed the post, walked in by herself, and saw Qi Du without much effort.

Qi Du is really too conspicuous, a group of people are drinking tea elegantly there, and when they are all together, they will fight poetry, only Qi Du is sitting there with his feet up, and his posture is very arrogant, watching three or four people get together Debating together is like watching a cockfight.

As long as he sat there, a good poetry meeting would inexplicably turn into a party for dudes.

Jiang Luoqing took two steps forward and said, "Young Master Qi."

Qi Du has been waiting impatiently for a long time, when he heard the sound of cleanliness and a smile on his face, the eyes of "Young Master Qi" lit up, and the depression of waiting impatiently disappeared, and he smiled and looked at the person who came, " Okay, are you finally willing to come back?"