Chapter 120 The Wind Is Quiet
The fatal wind in the afternoon calmed down at night, and a few tiny stars could be seen faintly in the dark sky.

In the early morning of the next day, a woman's heartbroken cry came from the small blue-tiled house.

Li Jun, go.

When he left, Li Jun still held a small sachet in his hand, and there were two letters by the bedside.

One is for Mother Li, and one is for Wen Xian.

The letter was written by Li Jun long ago.

When Wen Xian knew the news about Li Jun again, Li's mother had already cremated Li Jun according to Li Jun's request.

Li's mother embarked on the journey back home with Li Jun's ashes on her back.

Li Jun's hometown is in Wanzhou, which is half of Linzhou from Shangjing. He came to Beijing to study and catch the exam.

Li Jun's father fell to his death a few years ago, and Li Jun was worried about his mother, so he brought his mother with him when he came to Beijing for the exam.

Who would have imagined that the mother would be implicated.

Wen Xian held the letter in her hand and fainted when her eyes darkened.

The frightened Prime Minister Wen rushed into the palace and dragged an imperial physician out.

Fortunately, Wen Xian just fainted because she couldn't bear such a big care for a while, the rest was fine.

Prime Minister Wen sighed, and sent someone to catch up with Mother Li with silver taels.

He still knows Li Jun's family background, such a talented person, what a pity.

Prime Minister Wen sighed again, he had met Li Jun twice, that young man was very nice and talented.

He was also thinking about next year's Spring Festival, he would say a few nice words in front of the emperor, who would have imagined...

Wen Xian didn't cry after waking up, but just sat by the window dumbly, staring at the gloomy sky without speaking.

The wind picked up again this morning.

It was getting colder, Jiang Yuming frowned and thought for a while looking at the carp swimming slowly in the pond.

I don't know if this fish can survive the winter. What if the water freezes?
Just when Jiang Yuming was worried, Meng Chengye came over.

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied?" Meng Chengye took Jiang Yuming in his arms and went back to the room.

It's cold, what are you doing standing at the door like a fool?
Jiang Yuming touched Meng Chengye's hand, and gave Meng Chengye the Tang Pozi in his hand: "I'm thinking about winter, what to do with the carp in the pond."

"I see that they are quite fat, so I will raise them next year?" Meng Chengye thought about the few fat carp he saw when he just entered the door.

Braised or steamed?
Jiang Yuming gave Meng Chengye a blank look: "There are several, how can I finish them all at once?"

Meng Chengye was slightly puzzled: "Isn't Chacha reluctant?"

Jiang Yuming had a cold face: "I'm a killer with no emotions."

Fish farming would be no fun if it wasn't for eating fish.

The amusing Meng Chengye laughed out loud.

Having laughed enough, Meng Chengye reached into Jiang Yuming's sleeve and grabbed Jiang Yuming's wrist to keep warm.

Jiang Yuming said with disgust, "Your Majesty, is the charcoal basin in front of you a display?"

Meng Chengye hummed, and moved his hand closer to his arm.

Jiang Yuming simply put his hands into his sleeves, and snorted: "It's windy today, and it brought the emperor here."

Meng Chengye just circled Jiang Yuming like this, and said with a smile: "Then our noble concubine, would you kindly take in the emperor who was blown by the wind?"

Jiang Yuming put his hands together and said nothing.

To tell the truth, I'd be more than happy to take you in if you took your hand out.

Meng Chengye's hands were actually not very cold, but after all, they came in from the outside, and after passing through the wind, they became a little cold.

 Oh~

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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