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Chapter 22 The Lost Cat
Tai Chi Temple.

Emperor Wen of Zhou closed the folder and said to the ministers, "What do you think about this matter?"

There was a sudden drought in Liaozhou, but the officials dragged on for half a month in order to whitewash the peace and report the fraud. Now the number of refugees has surged and the situation is difficult to control. In addition to the tense border wars, the treasury cannot transfer so much money for a while.

Yesterday, a group of officials recommended Su Qi'an as the imperial envoy for disaster relief, but he had other plans.

Su Qi'an stepped forward, knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, I should take over this task to share your worries, but if this matter is not handled properly, it will definitely cause internal troubles. I think that I am far inferior to Mr. Pei. Therefore, I recommend Mr. Pei to take up this position."

Emperor Wen of Zhou thought for a moment, then said, "Pei Aiqing, what do you think?"

Pei Xun immediately stepped forward and said: "According to what I see, the front line is very tight, and there is no grain to adjust near the border. The Ministry of Finance can allocate treasury money, which is a drop in the bucket. It's better to send imperial envoys to Beilu to raise funds to buy grain and transport them urgently." Disaster areas, to relieve urgent needs.”

Emperor Zhou Wen handed the zhezi to the father-in-law at the side: "Okay, I will make you the imperial envoy."

Su Qi'an had planned this matter long ago, so he had no choice but to accept it.

Pei Xun then said, "I am willing to accept this job."

After the court, the Ninth Prince Chu Dai walked with him: "It is very important to raise funds for disaster relief. If one is not good, it will cause a gap between the father and the emperor. Tan Yang is also a member of the sixth brother and the Su family. They are determined to do it." We suffer from being dumb."

Pei Xun nodded and said: "Your Highness should take more precautions in the capital, and they must not let them take advantage of the loopholes."

Yinshi, everything is quiet.

Jiang Youzhi was wearing a cloak, sitting quietly at the door of the room, looking up at the moonlight, she had just woken up from a nightmare, in which the scene of their family being exiled was vivid in her mind.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of the window's rotating shaft. She felt that something was wrong, so she bent down and looked into the window crack.

Through the moonlight, she saw a man in black approaching the bed on tiptoe, and then stabbed the sword into the quilt without hesitation.

Seeing that the quilt was soft, the man in black threw it away, only to realize that there was no one inside.

Jiang Youzhi tried to walk as lightly as possible, but still knocked down the small flowerpot beside him. The man in black in the room heard the movement and immediately chased him out.

But there was only a wild cat at the door of the room, and after a few "meows", it ran away in shock.

He searched and found that there was no one there, so he left angrily.

Jiang Zhizhi, who hid in the grass, was relieved, got up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and ran in another direction.

There was a "bang bang bang" knock on the window.

Pei Xun, who was still in the study, raised his eyes keenly, but a female voice came from his ear: "My lord, my lord, are you in?"

Pei Xun got up and opened the window, a dirty little face came into view, the corners of his eyes were red, he didn't know what wronged him.

As soon as Jiang Youzhi saw him, he grabbed his sleeve eagerly, breathing unevenly, raised his face, and there was steam in his eyes: "My lord, I'm afraid..."

Pei Xun's expression remained calm: "Why?"

She shook his sleeve lightly, and her voice didn't know whether it was grievance or fear: "Someone was trying to kill me just now, and it was in my room."

In the cool wind at night, her slightly trembling voice became more fragile and vulnerable.

The emotions in Pei Xun's eyes were difficult to distinguish: "I will catch the assassin and let Ah Chang take you back."

But I saw the woman in front of me clenched her hands even tighter, she pursed her mouth and said nothing, and the corners of her eyes became more and more red.

Pei Xun retracted her arm, but she still refused to let go, so she lowered her voice: "It's late at night."

A tear slipped from Jiang Youzhi's eyes: "Let me stay, okay?"

Pei Xun looked at her firmly: "Isn't it good to live in Yuxiu Courtyard?"

Jiang Youzhi also grabbed his sleeve with the other hand, and said anxiously: "I'm talking about your side."

These words softened Pei Xun's heart, but his face remained unmoved.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, urgent and fierce tears flowed from the corners of Jiang Youzhi's eyes. Her voice was delicate and soft: "Tonight, can I stay?"

Pei Xun looked at her slightly trembling hands, his eyes gradually darkened: "Come in."

When Jiang Youzhi entered the room, Pei Xun realized that she was covered with dirt not only on her cheeks, but also on her body. Her dress was even torn in several places. She was weak and embarrassed, like a kitten lost at night.

Pei Xun took off the cloak on the shelf beside her, put it on for her, and helped her tie it slowly.

Jiang Youzhi looked at the man in front of him, he was as noble as the moon in the sky, but he always made people feel extremely at ease.

"I'm afraid it will end late today, and I will keep lighting the lamp." Pei Xun said softly.

When Jiang Youzhi heard this, he quickly shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I won't pick."

Leaning on the soft couch, listening to the sound of Pei Xun writing, Jiang Youzhi's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep in a daze after a while.

When she woke up, it was getting late, Pei Xun had already gone to court, and wanted to help him sort out his books, but saw a letter to dispatch officials.

She took a look and saw Gongsun Ce inside. For Pei Xun, the imperial envoy, this was not a good thing.

In the evening, Jiang Youzhi held a small flower pot and waited for a full hour before seeing Pei Xun come back in a hurry.

Pei Xun watched from a distance, the girl sitting on the stone steps, holding a pot of flowers in her hand, smiling sweetly, her eyes seemed to have thousands of lights and shadows, she was more delicate than flowers.

"My lord, you are back!"

When a light and agile voice sounded, he obviously paused, but he quickly returned to normal.

Jiang Youzhi didn't wait for Pei Xun to speak, and warmly handed him a cloth to clean his hands.

"The man has been caught. He is the old man of Lord Qin. It will not happen again in the future." Pei Xun said while wiping his hands.

Jiang Youzhi obviously didn't expect that he would take his words to heart, and was a little moved: "Yes."

After a while, she seemed to remember something, and said again: "My lord, I planted that flower with my own hands. Does it look good?"

Pei Xun just glanced up and nodded.

Jiang Youzhi seemed dissatisfied with his answer, pursed her mouth as if aggrieved, and complained delicately: "My lord doesn't understand at all, how much I envy these flowers."

These words aroused Pei Xun's interest, he frowned slightly, and looked up at her.

Only then did Jiang Youzhi say: "If you put this flower here, it can accompany you day and night, not only this flower, but also this pen, this inkstone, and even Ah Chang can accompany you day and night."

Ah Chang at the door almost choked on a mouthful of saliva when he heard this, how can he have days and nights.

Pei Xun sighed helplessly, and was about to go to the desk, but someone grabbed his sleeve.

Turning around, the girl looked at him with a smile, her voice was soft and crisp: "Can I accompany you to Tan Yang?"

Pei Xun said calmly, "I didn't go to Qinyang for fun."

But the girl in front of him not only did not flinch, but also boldly hooked his little finger with her finger, coquettishly: "If I want to go, just take me there, okay?"

Jiang Youzhi's fingers shook slightly, as if scratching his heart, arousing bursts of itching, making people have the urge to hold it in their hands and rub it over.

(End of this chapter)