Sheng Fu

There will always be times when the night is extraordinarily long, as it is now.

Jing Peiyao didn't want Pu Weiqing to go to Beihai with her and Yu Wenjun. Master and apprentice fought hand in hand. Although it was a good story, this good story will not stay in the annals of history, it will just dissipate at dawn like night.

The so-called good stories, probably only some depressed literati will never forget.

Jing Peiyao doesn't like good stories, she always feels that whatever step things are done, that step is the step.

Yu Wenjun, this is a good proposal, but also a dangerous one. If it succeeds, it will be safe and sound. If it fails, the impact will be far-reaching, and it will leave a wound that is difficult to heal within a hundred years.

Taking risks regardless of gender, age or age, is a matter of choice.

Jing Peiyao didn't know how long she was silent, she raised her head and asked, "Is there no better candidate?"

"On the battlefield, there are a lot of infinite powerhouses who don't show off their mountains and don't leak water. We can find another way."

Yu Wenjun was a little surprised. This was the first time his wife hesitated for so long, and the first time she showed a timid posture, which was completely different from the heroic posture in memory.

He smiled softly and said: "I have always been a very cautious person. This trip may be extremely dangerous, and we may be trapped in a tight siege, but we must go once."

"Actually, I don't know whether the dean is willing to go with us."

"If he doesn't want to, it's you and me, plus Ying Long."

"But a swordsman with a famous sword in his hand will always be more efficient in many things."

"It's a pity that Gu Yong went to the Demon Realm. I didn't see him when I went to the Demon Realm."

Jing Peiyao is still hesitant. For the elders, Jing Peiyao maintains an eternal awe in her heart. Perhaps, it is also because the elders Jing Peiyao has met are all very good elders.

Like Pu Weiqing, like Fuyao Empress.

Ordinary people, but meeting such an elder is like smoke billowing from the ancestral grave.

Jing Peiyao didn't ask Yu Wenjun how sure he was that he could return safely. It's meaningless to ask these things. When something comes up, you just need to do it.

Especially some big things.

"Forget it. If I care about it, it's confusing. It's hard to make a conclusion. Tonight you and I will go to bed for the time being. Tomorrow morning, you go to Bailu Academy and discuss this matter with Master. If he doesn't want to, you can't be persuasive." Jing Peiyao Said calmly and firmly.

Yu Wenjun stretched, and just about to take off his clothes and get on the couch, Jing Peiyao said coldly, "You'd better wash up."

Yuwenjun: "..."

Yu Wenjun always feels unaccustomed to life without servants, some trivial matters always make Yu Wenjun helpless.

I was thinking of replying, what is the use of you as a wife, so I thought about it and let it go.

Somebody, roughly, doesn't have that kind of masculinity.

The next day.

The imperial capital, White Deer Academy.

Deducing the current war has become the main course of the students of Bailu Academy these days. Although it is only a calculation, once the calculation is correct, not to mention the smooth sailing of the official career in the future, at least one can add bricks and tiles.

For some students, this is the best of times.

In the past, there were people who were amazingly talented and talented, but they never had the opportunity to appear on the stage due to various reasons. Now it is different. Once a poor student bets on the specific details of a certain battle, he will be able to fight in this prosperous place. Thousands of emperors occupy their own place.

Talents come out of troubled times, not just talk.

In the manor, the mist has not completely dissipated. The early winter morning makes people refreshed and slightly tired. In short, there are some contradictions.

Drinking a cup of hot tea or hot wine in the wind and snow at night is a common pastime for many literati and dignitaries, but in the early morning, generally no one drinks morning tea, which is the so-called winter and March when they can't wake up.

However, Pu Weiqing has always had the habit of drinking morning tea. As the dean, he must set an example in terms of diet and daily life, otherwise he will break the rules.

Although no one cared about Pu Weiqing's trivial details, Mr. Dean still cared about it in his heart.

That Qiuqing was actually the same.

Yu Wenjun thinks that inferior tea leaves have a special taste in the early morning of winter. The taste is soft and mellow.

In the room, the coals in the copper stove gradually turned red. After drinking half a cup of morning tea, Pu Weiqing fell into a new dilemma, what should he eat this morning?
After winter, those things on the stove, even experienced cooks feel a little bored.

Not to mention Mr. Dean.

Outside the door, footsteps could be heard, Yu Wenjun pushed the door and entered without invitation.

When Yu Wenjun came here, he took a special look at the kitchen, and the first sentence he said when he entered the door was: "There is no need to cook this morning, I invite you to eat dumplings."

Pu Weiqing looked at Yu Wenjun with hazy eyes, and asked in surprise; "But today is not the winter solstice."

Yu Wenjun took his seat slowly, poured a cup of tea by himself, and said: "For the northern end of the Demon Territory, it is already a cold winter season. The scenery there is magnificent, and thousands of miles are covered with snow."

"For literati and swordsmen, it is a good place to collect folk songs."

"It's a pity that the women in Yaoyu are not good-looking, and men with a romantic nature don't like to go there."

After hearing this, Pu Weiqing stared at Yu Wenjun slightly, and said with a half-smile: "So you want to say, you are not a romantic man, if I don't want to go with you, I will become a romantic man."

"Your demeanor looks elegant, but in fact it is domineering and kingly."

"The taste is not pure enough."

Yu Wenjun grinned without hesitation: "So, you need to bring pure rhyme."

Pu Weiqing laughed and said: "This burden is well buried, it's just you and me?"

Yu Wenjun smiled and said, "And your apprentice."

Pu Weiqing's expression gradually froze, and the imposing manner between his brows suddenly became heavy. He said in a low voice, "This is very dangerous. In the cold winter, women's bodies are cold, so we should stay at home and warm up."

Yu Wenjun leaned back slightly, with erratic eyes and said: "She also thinks that you are old and should enjoy the blessings. The bitter cold place outside the Great Wall is not suitable for a respectable old man like you."

"You all miss each other so much, I'm so touched."

Pu Weiqing laughed angrily and said, "Fake compassion, you haven't learned the essence yet."

"When are you leaving?"

Jun Yuwen said: "Leave after eating the dumplings."

Pu Weiqing got up and shook his sleeves and said, "I haven't eaten that dumpling for a long time."

The two left the house in an instant, and the charcoal fire in the copper stove had already bred a hot flame.

In the box, Yu Wenjun and Pu Weiqing waited for the dumplings to be served.

Yu Wenjun asked curiously for a while: "Is the recent atmosphere of Bailu Academy a little eager for quick success?"

Pu Weiqing pondered slightly: "The fact is true. Students from poor families don't have many opportunities. The claws and claws revealed at critical moments will always be sharper than those well-dressed students."

"Let them go, the human race really needs some tough guys nowadays."

Thinking of Hengchang Academy, Yu Wenjun felt a strange feeling in his heart...