Wei Ci said, "I didn't think this through. Please wait for a moment, my lord. I'll go and welcome Jing Rong."
"Go and come back early."
Jiang Pengji buried her head in the table. The tall pile of bamboo slips and documents drowned her figure.
The messenger traveled quickly and the news was not delayed. Yang Si and his servant did not wait long outside the city.
When Wei Ci arrived at the city gate, he saw Yang Si sitting on the edge of the carriage, looking at the refugees in the queue with interest.
"Jing Rong — is it really you?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yang Si turned his head and saw his friend in heavy clothes. It made him feel hot just by looking at him.
Yang Si smiled and stepped on the stool to get out of the carriage. The two bowed in greeting.
"Zixiao, I'm here to seek shelter with you. I hope you can take me in for a while."
Wei Ci was delighted. The smile on his face became brighter and more sincere. He hurriedly joked, "You and I are close friends. There's no need to stand on ceremony. Not to mention for a while, even if you're here for 30 to 50 years, I won't chase you out … "
A few female soldiers who were paying attention to the conversation secretly exchanged glances. They thought it was fake, but they didn't expect Yang Si to be Wei Ci's friend.
Listening to the conversation between the two, the female soldiers revealed a meaningful look that said, "You know what I know."
Yang Si said bluntly, "Wei Zixiao, what you said is fake. If you're here for 30 to 50 years, won't your future sister-in-law turn the world upside down? "
Nowadays, men were prevalent in the world. For the sake of family harmony, many men who were close to each other would consciously keep their distance.
Otherwise, it might cause misunderstandings like the female soldiers.
Other than facing Jiang Pengji, Wei Ci was quite open in front of his friends, especially people like Yang Si who were not serious.
He replied with a smile, "To be able to have a friend like Jing Rong, even if I'm not married for 30 to 50 years, what's the harm?"
Yang Si suddenly stopped smiling and shook his sleeves.
"I haven't seen you for a few years. You're getting more and more shameless. How can you say such things?"
Wei Ci glanced sideways.
"I'm not as shameless as Jing Rong."
A beauty's every movement and frown were full of charm.
Yang Si felt that he couldn't stand it. The boy servant beside him looked at Wei Ci's face with infatuation.
Seeing this, Yang Si secretly hit the boy servant on the back of his head.
Wei Ci was beautiful, but he was also black-hearted. Wasn't he afraid of being secretly plotted against by him?
The two of them chatted for a while before Wei Ci took the initiative to welcome Yang Si into the city. His attitude was warm and thoughtful, which made Yang Si nervous.
He had no choice but to be tense. How many years had he known Wei Ci?
Once this fellow smiled like a hundred flowers blooming, nothing good would come of it!
The two of them were so intimate that the female soldiers guarding the gate quietly watched them leave. The page boy led the horse and followed behind them.
The first female soldier said, "Is that person … Sir's wife?"
Female soldier B: "Why do I feel that … Sir is more like my wife?"
When he entered the inner city, there were very few people in the surroundings. The houses were dilapidated and damaged, and it was a desolate scene.
Yang Si followed Wei Ci for a while before he saw that someone was tearing down the ruins. The surface of the ground was dug full of potholes.
He collected his thoughts and asked Wei Ci seriously, "When I first heard that the chief of Chengan District was Zixiao, I thought it was just someone with the same name. After all, according to Zi Xiao's character, it was impossible for him to fall into the trap so early. The master you serve now is very ambitious … "
There was a faint smile on Wei Ci's lips. "Yes, no one can be more ambitious than her."
Yang Si was puzzled. His eyes lingered on Wei Ci's face. He felt that after not seeing him for a few years, they were no longer friends.
Wei Ci smiled and dispelled his doubts, "Jing Rong should know my ambition. When I saw her, I knew that she could do it. She might be the only one who could do it. Since I've already met the right person, why should I care about whether the timing is right or not? "
A fine bird chooses a tree to nest in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve.
Since he had already met a capable person, he naturally had to seize the opportunity.
Yang Si knew Wei Ci's ambition. He said in astonishment, "You're actually serious?"
"My heart is like a stone, it can't be changed."
He was so serious that he couldn't be more serious.
Yang Si was stunned for a while. He pointed at the scene of devastation and said, "That's it? Are you sure? "
Wei Ci said, "Within three months, Jing Rong just needs to watch. Who knows if the ruins today will become an existence like the capital? "
The more he said so, the more curious Yang Si was.
He said, "Just because of what you said, I have to freeload in your house for three to four months to see what this place can become."
Wei Ci smiled meaningfully. This was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He could drag Zhang Ping, who was in the hermit clique who was obsessed with his wife Crane, into the water. Could he not deal with Yang Si?
Zhang Ping was a person who didn't care about anything, but now he was ordered around until he was dizzy and disoriented. When he sent a letter a few days ago, he was still complaining that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. Now he could sleep soundly as soon as his head touched the pillow … Yang Si was different from Zhang Ping. It was too easy to drag him into the water.
Yang Si looked at Wei Ci's smile and shivered involuntarily. He felt some goosebumps on his back.
He said rudely, "Don't smile, I get scared looking at you."
Wei Ci listened and his smile grew.
The pressure of the government office was basically piled on Jiang Pengji. Wei Ci, a patient who had just recovered from a "minor" illness, did not need to do much work.
There were not many places to live in the district, and it was a comprehensive renovation. Wei Ci's residence was arranged to be in a house near the district headquarters.
It was said that the previous owner of the house was a wealthy businessman. Later, his entire family was destroyed by the Tsing Yi Army. It was an ownerless property and was taken over by the public.
Wei Ci brought Yang Si and his servant into his house. He did not deliberately ask about their purpose in coming to Chengan District. It was just a normal visit.
He understood Yang Si. This person's style of doing things or planning was like a poisonous snake. He was patient, dormant, and killed with one blow.
However, no one was perfect. Yang Si's hobby was a fatal flaw.
This person loved delicious food. He loved to eat, but he was picky. He was very picky!
When conditions permitted, he would never eat vegetables if he could eat meat, and he would never drink soup if he could drink wine.
Wei Ci had the experience of his previous life. He was very clear about how Yang Si was tricked by Jiang Pengji.
The black-hearted Jiang Pengji tempted him with delicious food and alienated the friendship between Yang Si and his lord, causing a misunderstanding.
It was fine if it happened once or twice. Yang Si also explained clearly. But what if it happened more often?
Many a little makes a mickle.
Yang Si's lord, Huang Song, was also quite suspicious by nature. He did not say it on the surface, but he must have remembered it in his heart.
Yes, in his previous life, Yang Si was defeated by his hobby of gluttony.
In his previous life, Wei Ci and Yang Si secretly reminisced about old times. This person hugged him and poured out his grievances, scolding Jiang Pengji.
It was easy to change a leopard's skin.
Yang Si was defeated by his gluttony in his previous life. Naturally, he would be defeated in this life.
In order to take care of Wei Ci, the patient, Jiang Pengji assigned him the chef she had trained in the district headquarters' kitchen.
One could imagine what the three meals in Wei Ci's house tasted like.
Yang Si would not stand on ceremony with Wei Ci at all. It was as easy for him to order Wei Ci's chef as if he was ordering his own boy servant.
In just seven or eight days, the boy servant tragically discovered that his master's face had grown fatter.
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