A thousand mountains of wind and snow

He pretended to be stupid and said, "Is that why I can't leave?"

Wen Jiang didn't believe Zhao Shu's nonsense at all, his hearing was much stronger than him, he could hear the sound of rain, why couldn't Zhao Shu hear it?It's raining so little and I can't go out.

It's just that no matter how clear Wen Jiang's mind is, seeing him like this is still soft-hearted. Zhao Shu used to pretend to be innocent and pitiful to make him soft-hearted. Wen Jiang bowed his head and quickly pecked Zhao Shu on the forehead. After a while, he grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Song Qihui will bring the umbrella, I'll go first."

As soon as Wen Jiang got out of the tent, he heard the sound of rain falling on the umbrella, but it was Zhao Shu who chased him out, "You don't need to bother others, just send your lord back home."

Then, Zhao Shu's road became more and more deviated, and when he returned, he looked happy and wished he could go to heaven.

Shangshufu

Zheng Lin was called to the study by Zheng Shu in a half-dream, so sleepy that he could hardly lift his eyelids, and said impatiently, "Father! I didn't go out to drink at the flower bar today? I slept soundly at night and you put people away What are you calling for?"

Seeing Zheng Lin's intoxicated appearance, Zheng Shu gritted his teeth and said, "Sleep sleep! You know how to sleep! What else do you do besides sleep and play? Look at Zhao Changyu and now look at you? You're ahead of him How many years have you been in the officialdom? You are still a transparent person now! You can't count on anything!"

Zheng Lin didn't even raise his eyelids, "That's right, Dad, you know?"

Zheng Shu slammed a book in the past, Zheng Lin hid most of the sleepy bugs, and said with disbelief, "Father, are you serious?"

Zheng Shu pointed at Zheng Lin for a while before saying, "You and Zhao Changyu have a good relationship recently?"

"Changyu still has the same temperament, loves to play and make trouble, even though he is not as free as before with an official position, he is still the same person."

Zheng Shu breathed a sigh of relief, "Raising a son for a thousand days, using a son for a while, I don't expect you to do anything as a father. The relationship between Zhao Changyu and Wen Jiang is extraordinary. Wen Jiang is rare. It's hard to work hard for a father for a long time." If you can’t meet up, you give this to Zhao Changyu and ask him to make an appointment with Wen Jiang.”

Zheng Lin was completely awake now, "Father, are you out of your mind? Why didn't you see that you wanted to help Changyu before? Why did you act like an order when you used Changyu? Besides, you See what Wen Jiang is doing?"

"If you are told to go, you can go!" Zheng Shu said impatiently, "I have important matters to discuss with my father."

Zheng Lin looked at the letter and laughed at himself, "Father, do you think I'm a fool? Did you do something and want to ask Mr. Wen to intercede?"

His little plan was exposed by his son, a playboy who had achieved nothing in this way. Zheng Shu's face flushed instantly, "What do you know about adults?"

"I don't understand? Then why do you want me to go to Changyu? Dad, you have always been like this. If something really happened, you would never go to see Wen Jiang by beating around the bush!" Zheng Lin said cynically A rare serious look appeared on his face, "Father, Changyu and I are friends, not an exchange of benefits, I can't let you put those ideas on him, and drag him into the fire pit with Master Wen!"

"Slap!" Zheng Shu slapped him with anger, and he felt regret after facing his son's unbelievable face. I beg you, but I just said a few words to the superior, and I won't drag them into the pit of fire, isn't that how your father and I are in your heart?"

Zheng Lin's eyes gradually dimmed, "Father...why didn't you find some older brothers? But you came to me again?"

Zheng Shu's eyes dodged, "What you said, those brothers of yours don't know Zhao Shu."

"Isn't it?" Zheng Lin smiled wryly, as if recalling some painful memories, "Father, can't you just tell me the truth? The second brother is in Dali Temple, Wen Jiang is his boss, and there are so many opportunities to get in touch with him." , why don't you let the second brother go?"

Before Zheng Shu could speak, Zheng Lin said, "Because you are afraid that if you get involved, your second brother's future will be ruined. Dad, are you my real father?"

Zheng Shu waved his hands impatiently, "I knew you were useless! What are you doing talking about all this stuff? Get lost!"

However, Zheng Lin said reluctantly, "Father, you don't like mother, you just want to hand over all these connections and forces to the children of your last wife, and you don't want me to compete with them at all. right?"

He seemed to be dazed and said to himself, "Brother Changxing indulged Changyu, there is a limit, he wanted to let Changyu live happily for the rest of his life, but what about you? You indulged me? Could it be It’s not that you want me to become a useless person who can’t do anything. Even if there are grandpas and others, I will never be able to compete with my brothers. Dad... I don’t know about your calculations. I don’t want these things. I’m just not interested. It's gone, but when did you treat me as your own son?"

"You have been so extravagant since you were a child, eating your father's and using your father's! How dare you, an unfilial son, have the face to say such a thing!"

"Father... do you want to hit me again?" Zheng Lin met Zheng Shu's raised hand with dim eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "So you thought raising a child is all about food and clothing, so it turns out It's just that I don't deserve to be taught by you like the older brothers, right? Dad, don't put that wishful thinking on my head, I won't go to Changyu to help you meet Wen Jiang."

"How could I have raised such a useless son like you! Isn't it for the glory of the family that my father asked you to go to Zhao Changyu? You can just face the wall and think about it for me at home, and then go out after you think it through!"

The sky was gloomy, the autumn wind suddenly picked up and dropped a tree of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the cold rain mixed with the fragrant wind wet the window lattice.

Wen Jiang was about to get up to close the window, but there was a squeak as the window closed softly. Zhao Shu squeezed out an autumn osmanthus from his fingertips to replace the withered flower on Wen Jiang's desk, filling the room Yingxiang.

Wen Jiang looked back and met Zhao Shu's clean eyes, "Chang Yu, why are you here?"

"I don't see you in a day, it's like three autumns," Zhao Shu said with a smile while playing with the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the desk.

"Come on, I just saw you this morning."

Wen Jiang is good at everything, but he is too sober. It is rare for Zhao Shu to be able to deceive him, "I'll take a look at the progress of the case."

Wen Jiang took out a document and handed it to him, and Zhao Shu sat down beside him, looking down at the document. It seemed that the childishness on Zhao Shu's face before had faded away.

"The envoys of the Northern Man will come soon, so be careful."

"Why is the northern barbarian saint also here?"

"The Holy Maiden was originally a disciple of the High Priest of the Northern Man, and she has a very high reputation in the Northern Man," she continued, "You have some issues with her, so be careful."

"There's nothing to be afraid of pretending to be a ghost," Zhao Shu said nonchalantly.

"You first escaped from the northern barbarians under the nose of the saint, and then injured her on the battlefield under the watchful eyes of everyone. I'm afraid this person will not let you go easily."

"The saint said she wanted to come to our Great Chu Guanxing Pavilion to discuss with those sorcerers, and she didn't count as an envoy."

Wen Jiang was astonished, "The two countries are at war without killing each other, what you said is really..."

Zhao Shu smiled at him, "I'm just kidding." This appearance didn't even mean a joke.

Everyone knows that this saint is equivalent to a mascot cultivated by the high priest. Nowadays, these northern barbarians believe in the high priest, and those who have been brainwashed by the high priest will give up their lives. In the future, this saint will be the same Useful, if something can be done about this saint, the peace of the Northern Man and Da Chu may really be something to look forward to.

It's just that they want to get this truth, so naturally the high priest wants to get it, and so does the saint, but they still choose to come to Dachu, and they don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd.

As Wen Jiang expected, the northern barbarian entered the Ning capital really pretending to be a ghost, and he refused to miss the opportunity to show his strength.

"Lord Wen." Several adults beside him said hesitantly, this Beiman had never said before that there would be such a thing!

Wen Jiang smiled and watched coldly, "Don't worry about them, it's just a chance to watch a trick for nothing."

There were flames and ferocious beasts ahead, and suddenly, a bird shining with splendor flew out from the veil of the northern barbarian saint.

The Beiman has fought against the Great Chu for so many years, and everyone knows the name of the Beiman, but this is the first time I have seen this Beiman in person. It is not an exaggeration to say that Ningdu City is an empty street for thousands of people, which is very good It was really a shame to ask them to make a scene like fighting tricks during a visit from the .

The northern barbarian saint looked at these surprised people outside and unconsciously showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth. The people of Chu were really ignorant. Now that they were about to reach the handover place, they suddenly heard the joyful laughter of the children.

"Mum, aunt! Look, this bird is bald. It's because the troupe became more beautiful last time!"

The child's mother was so amused by her own child that she couldn't stop laughing and even pretended to be serious to cover the child's mouth. The child's childish words resonated with many people. What kind of tricks Man was doing suddenly felt a little appreciative of the ordinary theater troupe, and the viewing angle changed, and what was in front of him was no longer novelty.

Through the veil, the saint wanted to kill the child who said that just now, but such a threatening scene made people say it was a troupe!How could she not be angry, suddenly felt a peaceful and cold gaze falling on her, but when she looked up, it was a person in a red official uniform.

This life is really more beautiful than the lotus on the snow mountain, the saint can't help but