Because of hunger, the man's figure was quite thin, but from the exposed skin on his arms, it could be seen that he had been trained. The thick calluses on his right hand could also prove that he had practiced martial arts for a long time. The slightly deformed knuckles on his right hand showed that he had learned to read and write. Regardless of his level of education, he could at least be considered to be a master of both literature and martial arts.
His feet were tied with worn-out straw sandals, and the clothes on his body could no longer be called clothes to protect him from the cold. At most, they were rags. Such a harsh living environment caused the man to have severe frostbite. Even looking at it would hurt, but the man reacted calmly.
Either he was in so much pain that he couldn't feel it, or he was determined enough to endure it.
The soldiers also said that he had a good table manners.
How could a man who was so hungry that he fainted on the side of the road and was almost buried in the thick snow hold himself back when he saw hot food?
Not only did the man hold himself back, but he also integrated his cultivation into his bones.
Even though he had fallen to the lowest point of his life, he still maintained the little bit of self-esteem he had?
Jiang Pengji glanced at the person's face. He was not the peaceful type. His facial features were a little aggressive. However, the vicissitudes of life had slightly smoothed out his arrogance. He had some indifference after experiencing vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were still filled with unyielding light.
To use an analogy, the man was like a severely injured wolf. Even though he was about to die, he still aimed at the enemy's throat unwillingly.
However, clothes make the man, and image was very important.
No matter how rich and graceful the man was before the accident, now that he had not bathed for more than half a year, his image was still unsightly.
She thought about it and already understood a lot.
She wanted to investigate further, but the man had already thanked her in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
If Jiang Pengji hadn't sent someone to save him, his body would have been cold.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "No need to be so polite. I can see that you were probably born in a rich family before you fell."
After that, she asked someone to bring a set of clean clothes for the man to keep warm.
Due to the limited conditions, the clothes could not be brand new, but the clothes were clean and warm, and it was more suitable for the man's body.
The man's eyes were a little gloomy and alienated. No matter how Jiang Pengji tried to get information out of him, he only answered the unimportant questions.
To others, he did not reveal any important information, but to Pengji, she had already gathered enough information.
Apart from her previous analysis, Jiang Pengji confirmed a few more key pieces of information based on her probing.
This man was not a native of Dongqing. His hometown had been invaded by foreign tribes. He also mocked himself as a "stray dog". The only place that met the criteria was Nansheng, which had already been conquered by the four factions of Nanman. The man's southern accent also proved this point.
Jiang Pengji probed a few times and stopped. The man secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
At this time, the soldier had already found a set of clean clothes. Other than a set of inner clothes, there was also a set of warm woolen sweaters.
Jiang Pengji said, "The people downstairs boiled some water. If you don't think it's troublesome, you can wash yourself with hot water first before changing your clothes. It'll be warmer this way. Now that the weather is so cold, I can see that you have severe frostbite. If you don't treat it carefully and recuperate, you will suffer in the future. "
Even though she appeared to be very harmless and warm, the man's guard did not drop.
However, he was penniless and had fallen into such dire straits. He had lost his home and country. How could he be worth the schemes of this young noble?
The man secretly mocked her in his heart and thanked Jiang Pengji for her kindness.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he had washed himself. Not to mention bathing, even wiping himself with warm water had been a few months ago.
The soldier boiled the snow water into hot water. The man carefully cleaned himself in an idle carriage.
The soldier who changed the water for him could not help but be speechless.
How much dirt did this man have on his body? He had stained the snow-white cloth into a greyish-black color. The basin of hot water had to be changed several times.
When he changed it for the first time, the water was black. It was disgusting to look at. It gradually became clear after washing a few basins.
"This is the ointment that the lord ordered me to prepare for you. It's quite effective in treating frostbite."
The winter in the north was very cold and long. Many people would develop frostbite. It was cold and painful. If they did not take good care of themselves and had to come back once a year, they would suffer for the rest of their lives. Therefore, the people in the north would prepare some ointment if they could afford it.
"Thank you very much."
At first, the man only wanted to wipe himself a little. However, he could not hold himself back once he started. He simply washed his long hair carefully.
The soldier said, "You're lucky to have met my lord. If it had been someone else, I'm afraid they would have already met the King of Hell."
The man had a stiff smile on his face and did not say a word.
Seeing that he did not respond, the soldier secretly muttered in his heart. He was a little unhappy.
This person's reaction was too cold. He did not expect him to be deeply grateful, but he did not have to be so cold, right?
He boiled several pots of hot water back and forth, all for his bath.
One had to know that even his lord and a few masters were not so extravagant. At most, they would wipe for two days and wash for five days.
This was also winter. If it had been summer, his body would have emitted a rotten smell.
Feng Zhen pulled Wei Ci along to play chess in the carriage. He was a little curious when he heard the soldiers discussing in a low voice outside.
"Haha, our lord is a classic example of not waking up early if there are no benefits. If there are no benefits to be gained, why would the lord be so kind? I'm curious. What's the background of that person? For the lord to treat him so well, he must not be a small character. "
Although Feng Zhen spent most of his time fooling around, his mind was clear. He understood Jiang Pengji's routine.
However …
He could meet a "big shot" just by going out. Wasn't his luck a little too good?
As he spoke, Feng Zhen put on a cloak to protect himself from the cold and wrapped himself tightly. Only then did he carefully get off the carriage.
Wei Ci had no choice but to get off the carriage.
Feng Zhen did not beat around the bush and directly asked about the man's identity.
Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Zhen, who was confidently watching a good show. She then looked at Wei Ci, who was half a step behind Feng Zhen. She was amused.
"Look at you guys. You don't look like you're here to watch a good show. You look more like close friends bringing people to catch adultery." Jiang Pengji teased. Feng Zhen was not ashamed, but Wei Ci's heart skipped a beat. She continued, "That person is a noble from Nansheng. I think his family background is not low."
Nansheng?
Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows and sneered. "Nansheng? Wasn't it gone a long time ago? "
How many years has it taken for Nansheng to go from a strong and prosperous country to a weak and destroyed country?
He had courted death himself. Not only had the royal family been destroyed, he had also implicated thousands of innocent citizens of the Nansheng Kingdom.
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