Wei Ci could not help but laugh.
How could it not be refreshing to cut through the Gordian knot?
This was his lord's usual style.
He accidentally learned of the courtesy name Jiang Pengji had given to Cui Yu's eldest son. He was silent for a while.
"Fushou … This is a good name with a profound meaning …"
Wei Ci only said this and his emotions were in turmoil for a long time.
However, the knot in his heart had been mostly resolved. He felt uncomfortable for a while before letting it go.
"Mr. Wei, my lord specially asked me to deliver a letter to you. It is now in your room."
Wei Ci was surprised. He put down the bamboo slip in his hand and looked up at the messenger.
His lord had a secret letter for him. It must be an important matter. How could she leave it in his room?
Servants usually came in and out to clean. If he accidentally lost the secret letter and delayed his lord's important matter, what should he do?
Wei Ci hurriedly put down his work and walked quickly to his room. There was indeed a letter on the coffee table.
With a serious face, he removed the seal and picked up the letter inside. He opened it and read it.
Wei Ci froze on the spot as if his acupuncture points had been hit. Even his expression became unnatural. His ears were bloodshot.
There were no important secrets written in it, but for Wei Ci, it was far more important than secrets.
There were only five words written on the huge letter. The handwriting was strange. Each word looked round, but Wei Ci was very familiar with it.
Whenever that person was in a very good mood, she liked to use this special style of writing.
"Zixiao, I miss you."
Miss …
Wei Ci recovered from the shock and hurriedly got up from the table. He almost pressed down on his sleeves and staggered.
He looked around guiltily. After making sure that there was no one, he folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope. He secretly hid it in a brocade box.
There was nothing special in the box. It was all Wei Ci's personal belongings that he brought with him wherever he went.
For example, an old embroidered sachet, a painting he drew when he had nothing better to do, a brightly preserved rabbit fur cloak … Now there was another letter.
He had originally wanted to place the letter on the top of the box, but when he thought of his bad friend by his side, he was afraid that there would be another scene of Feng Zhen sleeping with him, so he stuffed the letter into the inner layer of his foldable cloak. It was like he was destroying a corpse and then returning everything to its original position.
Because of this letter, Wei Ci's state of mind was in a mess. He could not even sleep peacefully.
That night, he had a very strange dream. When he woke up, he could still see the other person's lips moving in front of him.
[You can name the characters in the future.]
This was no longer a question of a name. It was a question of whether or not it was horrifying!
Wei Ciji asked himself, "Dreams are born from the heart. Could it be that I also have such rebellious thoughts subconsciously?"
He never had an answer to this question.
"My lord is in a good mood today. Could it be that those stubborn people are finally willing to give in?"
Feng Zhen lifted his sleeves to hide his yawn. His eyes were almost squinted into slits, and the word "sleepy" was written all over his face.
Jiang Pengji smiled. "I had a good dream yesterday."
So it was just a beautiful dream, causing him to be happy for nothing.
Feng Zhen pretended to pound his shoulders exaggeratedly and complained, "If they still refuse to admit defeat, even if it's icy weather, the corpses that have been left there for more than a month will probably decompose by now. Why bother? They've already lost the best opportunity to resist, and now they're just struggling on the verge of death. "
"A centipede dies, but it doesn't fall down. We can't let our guard down. We still have to be on guard." Jiang Pengji knew what the aristocrats were capable of. As long as she didn't completely beat them into submission or cripple them, as long as they bore a grudge, they would one day secretly bite back at her.
If they knew what was good for them, Jiang Pengji could still let them struggle at death's door for a while.
If they didn't, she could only use extreme measures to get rid of them all.
She wanted to stabilize her power in the north, and someone had to be sacrificed.
"I know the severity of the matter. My lord, you can rest assured."
This winter was destined to be turbulent for Dongqing.
Jiang Pengji ruled Chongzhou and Hu County, and Liu She retreated behind the scenes.
The heroes of the world responded in silence.
They could see clearly that Jiang Pengji was now fully deserving of her position as the overlord of the north. If she could gain a firm foothold before the next spring and absorb as much of the connections and power that Liu She had left behind, no one in Dongqing would be able to compete with her.
The fake emperor Prince Changshou couldn't, the Xu family from Zhe County couldn't, the Meng family from Cangzhou couldn't, and the imperial court that was struggling at death's door in Chenzhou couldn't either.
Just the thought of her current territory made Dongqing's feudal lords breathless.
She issued a recruitment order, built the Golden Scale Pavilion, gave books to the world's famous scholars, and was willing to write books for the world's scholars!
No matter which one of these four matters were thrown out, it would cause all the forces to be in an uproar.
Let's talk about the recruitment notice first. It wasn't something that just anyone could make.
The first person was a sage seven hundred years ago. He sought talents for reform, swept away the chaos in the world, and stabilized the world.
The second was the founder of the Xia dynasty. Under the advice of Prime Minister Huangfu, he built a platform to recruit talents. This was also one of the reasons why he could stand out in the chaos of the 16 kingdoms and unify China. If not for the recruitment order, the chaos of the 16 kingdoms could have continued for more than a hundred years.
Now … it was the turn of the daughter of the Liu family to follow the example of the sage.
It was terrifying to think about it!
Moreover, the construction of the Golden Scale Pavilion allowed the commoners to borrow books for free. This touched the nerves of many aristocrats and caused them to condemn them.
However, even if they thought that the commoners were not qualified to read the books of the sages, they could not say it out loud.
Therefore, they used the former Prime Minister Huangfu Xiu as a breakthrough point.
He had been dead for hundreds of years. Because of Jiang Pengji, he was dragged out, verbally whipped, and killed by many aristocrats.
Everyone said that Prime Minister Huangfu was a star of calamity. The chaos of the 16 kingdoms for more than 200 years was also caused by him. They cursed him for threatening the young lord, mobilizing troops without authorization, and even said that he established his own government and had the intention to rebel. If Xia Gaozong had not endured hardship and endured humiliation, how could he have killed the traitor? Looking through the history books, traitors ended up being dismembered and cooked. Liu Xi, who dared to imitate him in building the Golden Scale Pavilion, naturally would not have a good ending. After a round of scolding, those who did not know would think that Jiang Pengji dug up their ancestral graves.
In conclusion, Jiang Pengji definitely had the intention to rebel. If she did not get rid of it now, she would definitely harm the people in the future. It would be too late by then.
It was an impassioned and impassioned declaration.
It was a pity that there was only one group of people scolding.
How could the people of the world not know why they were so enthusiastic in their scolding?
As for gifting books to the world's famous scholars and being willing to write books for the people of the world, in the eyes of others, these two were no different from hype.
Only a fool would believe it!
Not long after, many people were slapped in the face.
The world's famous teacher, Yuan Jing, personally went to Wanzhou. He and Cheng Cheng discussed the beginner's teaching materials.
The leader of the Feng family in Shangyang, Feng Ren, gave tens of thousands of books to the unbuilt Golden Scale Pavilion. He also joined the development team of beginner's teaching materials.
Of these two people, one was the model of a famous scholar, and the other was the model of the aristocrats. They were both big shots!
In ancient times, when information was backward, the effect of celebrities was unusually powerful.
With Feng Ren and Yuan Jing, two living advertisements, would their die-hard fans not buy it?
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