Wei Ci looked at Lu Zheng and laughed, "You can even hug a charcoal basin to sleep, how can you still be cold?"
Lu Zheng was the son of a hunter and had lived in the mountains since he was young. How could he be so afraid of the cold?
"Of course it's cold … I was afraid of the cold when I was young …" Lu Zheng muttered, wishing he could live in the charcoal basin.
If he had not experienced the feeling of his hands and feet being frozen, how could he be so afraid of the cold?
After hearing this, Wei Ci was quiet for a few breaths, his expression was a little nostalgic.
Everyone knew that he was the legitimate son of the Wei family, but they did not know that he had a dark period where he was treated coldly by everyone. When the weather turned cold, the room would be as cold as an icehouse. After a winter day, he did not even know where the charcoal portion went and could only hide in his bed in fear.
Even after he grew up, his fear of the cold was still deep in his bones. When the weather turned cold, his hands and feet would be extremely cold.
How did it improve after that?
"Zixiao, why are your hands and feet so cold?"
"Come, I'll reluctantly let you hug me."
Compared to him who was as cold as ice, someone was as hot as a moving furnace all year round.
When Wei Ci thought of this, his cheeks suddenly became a little flushed, but it was not obvious because of the ample heating in the carriage.
"Don't you know how to wear an extra coat? Aren't you afraid of the cold …" Wei Ci was no longer in the mood to read and murmured to someone.
Lu Zheng looked up blankly and suddenly became happy, "Zixiao is the best, you know how to be considerate of your brother."
As he spoke, he opened Wei Ci's suitcase. A thick white fur cloak was neatly stacked on top with a painting on it.
Wei Ci was speechless.
Lu Zheng said, "I think this rabbit fur cloak is quite warm, let me wear it for a while. This painting, eh, Zixiao's painting skills are really good, it's really nice. "
"Lu Shaoyin, get off the carriage!"
Lu Zheng was stunned. No matter how ignorant he was, he knew that he seemed to have touched something that should not be changed, so he hurriedly grabbed the carriage door.
"No, I'm not getting off! Wei Zixiao, you heartless man, if you don't take me in, I'll freeze to death. If I freeze to death, I'll dream of you in the middle of the night and talk to you in detail … "Lu Zheng raised his voice like a pig being slaughtered.
His attitude of "If you chase me down, I'll fight you to the death" almost made Wei Ci collapse in anger.
Lv Shaoyin, who once swore to live and die with her old master, refused to bow down even if the city was besieged for half a year and had no food, was this the kind of person she was?
Wei Ci deeply suspected that the Lv Shaoyin who submitted ten letters of surrender, scolded Emperor Chen, and finally sacrificed herself for her master was not the person in front of him!
The soundproofing of the carriage was not good, and Lu Zheng's voice was so loud that his classmates in several carriages could hear the commotion.
Han Yu heard the commotion and laughed, "Zixiao, what have you done to deserve the wrath of the gods? Why are you being called a heartless man?"
Wei Ci was so angry that his face turned red. However, he still had integrity and did not explain. However, Lu Zheng was a shameless fellow. He also did not care about his manners and stuck his head out of the car window. "Zixiao should be of marriageable age. He accidentally saw something he shouldn't have seen. Now he's about to silence him. Can Wenbin let Lu Zheng stay for a few days?"
Han Yu laughed, "You can't. If Zixiao wants to silence you, I won't be able to protect you."
Jiang Pengji came back from a run. She could not help but frown when she heard their teasing.
"Isn't it just one or two pictures of avoiding fire? Why are you so shy?"
As soon as she said that, Lu Zheng suddenly leaned against the window and laughed. Wei Ci's face turned pale.
He never expected that Lu Zheng, whom he had little interaction with, would have such a vile nature!
Lu Zheng was also a person who knew when to stop. He was very good at reading the situation. Seeing that Wei Ci was really angry, he could not help but raise his fist and cough lightly.
"Zixiao, please forgive me. I was indeed reckless this time. I went too far with the joke. I hope you can be magnanimous and forgive me."
Wei Ci said stiffly, "Don't do it again."
When Lu Zheng heard this, he was instantly full of vigor. He stared at the picture scroll.
Before the advent of paper, scholars mostly used high-quality cloth as the base and splashed ink to paint.
Now that there was improved bamboo paper, they slowly switched to paper and this kind of paper picture scroll came into being.
Lu Zheng knew that Wei Ci was good at many things. There were even rumors in Langya that he was the reincarnation of the previous dynasty's Huangfu of Langya. His literary talent was not inferior to that of Master Yuanjing. In a few years, he would even be more outstanding. But rumors were rumors after all.
In Lu Zheng's eyes, Master Yuanjing was like an insurmountable mountain. What did Wei Ci do to have such a reputation?
Now that he saw the content of the picture scroll, he was slightly convinced.
The woman sleeping on the flower in the picture scroll was vivid and lifelike. It was as if she would open her eyes in the next second. If it was not for Wei Ci's bad complexion, Lu Zheng could not help but feel her breath with his hand to see if she was still alive.
The woman was dressed very boldly. Her sleeves were narrow, revealing two snow-white wrists. Her skirt could only cover her calves. Two silver rings hung around her ankles. Her feet were pillowed on the flower petals of the sleeping beauty. It made the redder and whiter the whiter, making one's heart flutter.
"Why does this person look so familiar?"
Lu Zheng murmured and stared at the person's face. Wei Ci had already taken the picture scroll from his hand and carefully rolled it back.
"You're seeing things."
Wei Ci pulled the suitcase over and stuffed the cloak from the top layer to the bottom layer. The picture scroll was even more tightly hidden.
Lu Zheng was speechless.
He felt that the Wei Ci in front of him was very different from the Wei Langjun of the rumors.
However, with such good drawing skills, if he really went to draw the Fire Avoidance Painting, wouldn't the scene be so real that one could not bear to look at it?
Although it was not the Fire Avoidance Painting, to draw such bold content … Tsk tsk, Wei Ci was not a serious person.
Haha, unfortunately, Wei Ci also felt that this Lu Zheng was very different from the Lu Shaoyin in his memory!
Both of them had a tacit understanding.
"I" probably met a fake Lu Shaoyin (Wei Zixiao).
After walking for half a day, the servants started a fire to cook. The carriages surrounded an empty space to block the surrounding wind.
Jiang Pengji asked the System secretly, "Where is Meng Heng? If you don't tell me where he is, how can I save him? "
The System replied, "No hurry, he'll be here soon."
Not long after, just as three bonfires were set up, a few silhouettes walked over in the distance, braving the wind and snow.
Jiang Pengji was still riding on the horse. She said, "I'll go take a look first. I don't know if they're friends or foes."
They had already left Shangjing, and it was not peaceful outside. It was very easy to meet bandits or people who were being robbed by bandits.
Out of caution, Jiang Pengji went to investigate first.
"Who's in front?" Jiang Pengji stopped them on the horse.
There were only three people in front of them. Judging from their clothes, they should be a servant and two guards.
The servant bowed to Jiang Pengji and said, "I'm the servant of First Langjun, the chief of Meng County. The road is bumpy and the snow is slippery, so the wheels of the carriage are broken. I don't know what to do now. I saw a bonfire here, so I took the liberty to come and ask for help. "
Jiang Pengji frowned and asked, "First Langjun of the chief of Meng County? Is he Meng Heng? "
The servant said, "Yes, he is my Langjun."
Jiang Pengji's cold face warmed up a little. She said, "What a coincidence. My father is Liu She from Hejian. If we're talking about relatives, Meng Heng is my eldest cousin. Where is he now? I'll go take a look. "
When the servant heard Liu She's name, he thought it was bad. He did not expect Jiang Pengji to recognize him as her relative. He was relieved.
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