Cure the cold-faced general by solving crimes

Chapter 8 So fierce
  Jiang Xihe followed Pei Zhizhao out of the side hall and saw Han Fang watering the persimmon tree in the courtyard.

Jiang Xihe walked happily to the tree and looked up at the strong branches of the persimmon tree stretching towards the sky. The warm spring breeze was blowing, and several green leaves were vying to emerge from the bare branches.

"Yeah, I haven't seen it for a few days, it has sprouted." Jiang Xihe was extremely excited.

Han Fang smiled and said, "Yes, this is the first time in my life that I have seen a persimmon tree. I heard from County Magistrate Qi that this persimmon tree has something to do with Miss Jiang."

A flash of memories came to Jiang Xihe's mind, "My father planted this tree back then, which means that everything in Ping'an County is safe and everything goes well."

Pei Zhizhao's eyes glanced unintentionally. Under the tree in the spring breeze, Jiang Xihe tilted his head and looked at the green leaves, with a smile on his lips and a tiny glimmer of water in his eyes, like a picture of a quiet and gentle beauty.

Han Fang patted the tree trunk with his big hand and promised, "When Magistrate Qi left, he repeatedly told the general that he must treat this tree well, so I will take care of it in the future."

Jiang Xihe looked at Han Fang gratefully and said, "Brother Han is kind-hearted. Good people are rewarded." His voice was not loud, but gentle and sweet.

Han Fang was about to say that these were all explained by the general, but before he could say anything, he found that Pei Zhizhao had already strode towards the yamen gate with a sullen face.

"General!" Han Fang packed up and prepared to go with him. Pei Zhizhao said three words without turning his head, "No need to come."

Jiang Xihe glanced at Pei Zhizhao's back, pointed his little hand, and winked at Han Fang, "So fierce."

Han Fang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Jiang Xihe ran after Pei Zhizhao and turned around to tell Han Fang, "Brother Han, I will take Mr. Pei to a place and I will be back soon."

Jiang Xihe caught up with Pei Zhizhao. He had already walked out of the government office and was about to walk to the right. Jiang Xihe hurriedly shouted, "Master Pei, this way."

Pei Zhizhao paused, then walked back to the left with his head held high. Jiang Xihe followed a few steps and whispered, "Master Pei doesn't know where he is going, why are he walking so fast?"

With her little mouth pouted and her cheeks rosy, Pei Zhizhao felt like she was acting coquettishly, but he knew Jiang Xihe was not, and something strange flashed in his heart.

Pei Zhizhao had no expression on his face and did not speak. Jiang Xihe followed closely beside him. After a while, he felt that the gap between the two people's steps was getting wider and wider.

Pei Zhizhao was more than half a head taller than Jiang Xihe. Jiang Xihe had to raise his head to see clearly the shadow cast by Pei Zhizhao's fine eyelashes under his eyes.

Jiang Xihe walked beside Pei Zhizhao, his tall figure blocking the warm sun. She followed him and kept talking, "Master Pei, please slow down and wait for me."

Jiang Xihe usually walks on foot when going out, boasting that his physical strength and speed are not bad, but after following Pei Zhizhao for a few steps, Jiang Xihe obviously felt that he was unable to do what he wanted. "Master Pei, the place we want to go is right in front, there is no need to rush."

Pei Zhizhao didn't seem to hear him and kept walking forward without any intention of giving in.

Jiang Xihe rolled his eyes behind Pei Zhizhao. This man was not only cruel, but also had a bad heart. How could anyone walk so fast with others?

"Miss Jiang!"

Jiang Xihe turned around, and the aunt selling steamed buns on the street called her.

Auntie's stall is not big, and the steamed buns and steamed buns are steaming and placed on the trolley.

"Auntie, are you busy?" Jiang Xihe replied warmly.

"Well, where are you going? Have you eaten? Grab a few buns to eat on the way?"

Jiang Xihe resisted, "No, no, Mr. Pei and I will go out to do some errands."

"Hey, is this our new county magistrate?" Aunt Baozi couldn't help but open the basket, picked up five or six buns and put them in oil paper, "Look at me, I don't know how to say hello to the county magistrate when I see him. Don’t dislike it, you can take the buns and eat them.”

The aunt handed the bun to Pei Zhizhao.

Pei Zhizhao didn't answer.

Jiang Xihe suddenly remembered that Pei Zhizhao had just warned him in the morning that he would not be invited to eat by the people at any time. If he accepted the bun, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face? Jiang Xihe smiled secretly, she wanted to see how the arrogant Magistrate Pei would deal with these buns.

So he hugged his arms, took half a step back, and stared at Pei Zhizhao with a smile.

Pei Zhizhao checked his pockets with cold air and found that he didn't have any money on him.

He looked at Jiang Xihe.

Jiang Xihe was watching the excitement with relish. Pei Zhizhao's mouth tightened and his air pressure dropped.

Jiang Xihe realized later that Pei Zhizhao meant to ask her to pay for it, and then he quickly reached out to take the oil-paper bun and rummaged through his pockets.

There were three copper plates and five buns written on the stall. Jiang Xihe said, "Aunt, Mr. Pei and I have to go to work. It doesn't look good with so many buns. Let's do this. These are three copper coins. I will take two buns. Can you give the remaining buns to Master Pei when he passes by one day?"

The aunt waved her hand, "No, my buns are worthless. Even if they come begging for food, I can give them to a few. How can I ask for the county magistrate's money?"

Pei Zhizhao had a dark look on his face, he was not a beggar.

Jiang Xihe suppressed a smile and continued to explain, "Master Pei is an incorruptible person. Auntie must not break the rules. If Auntie doesn't take this copper plate, what will you do to Master Pei? Master Pei must understand Auntie's good intentions."

Jiang Xihe's little mouth kept talking, and every sentence was what Pei Zhizhao was thinking. Pei Zhizhao glanced at her lightly, and then silently looked away.

"Auntie, do you think what I said is right? I know your steamed buns are delicious, and Mr. Pei must also like them. How about we come and go often?"

The aunt was so excited that she happily took the three coins, "Then I listen to you, Mr. Pei. I still owe you three buns. I set up a stall here every day. If you want to eat some, I will give them to you directly." Go to the Yamen."

Pei Zhizhao raised his head.

Jiang Xihe smoothed another piece of oil paper, separated the two buns, and handed one to Pei Zhizhao, "Master Pei, you can try it."

Pei Zhizhao could no longer refuse, so he reached out and took it.

The oil paper was not big, so Jiang Xihe held it tightly for fear of dropping it. Pei Zhizhao's hand picking up the buns accidentally brushed the back of Jiang Xihe's hand.

His hands were hot, while hers were cold, as soft as boneless and as smooth as brocade.

Pei Zhizhao lowered his head.

"Auntie, let's go then."

Jiang Xihe didn't notice anything and took a bite of the bun. The heat from the food blocked Jiang Xihe's eyebrows. Pei Zhizhao heard a long sigh, "Well, it's so delicious." It seemed that this was the best delicacy in the world.

Pei Zhizhao looked at the bun in his hand, which was ordinary.

Jiang Xihe ate a bun and found that Pei Zhizhao's bun was not moving at all in his hand.

"Master Pei, why don't you try it? The steamed buns are delicious when they are hot. I came to the Yamen when I got up early, and you didn't eat anything either?"

"I'm not hungry." Pei Zhizhao returned to his previous calm appearance.

"You have to eat even if you're not hungry. You have to eat to feel full. When you're full, you won't feel lonely." Jiang Xihe looked Pei Zhizhao up and down and persuaded, "Does Mr. Pei think he is very strong so he doesn't eat? That's too much. wrong."

When the word "strong" came out of Jiang Xihe's mouth, Pei Zhizhao suddenly felt a heat wave coming from the soles of his feet, feeling numb and very uncomfortable.

He had been in the army for six years, training every day, going to the battlefield, surrounded by men, and no one had ever spoken to him like this.

"Besides, if Mr. Pei doesn't eat steamed buns, he will not only disappoint his aunt, but it will also be a waste." Jiang Xihe said rudely, "Three copper coins are worthless, but what about ten? What about a hundred? A little adds up to a lot. ."

She looked at Pei Zhizhao and said earnestly, "Master Pei, think about it again, money spends like running water. At the end of the month, Master Pei will definitely find out, why is the money gone without doing anything?"

Jiang Xihe nodded to himself, "That's how I am. So, money should be spent wisely, and copper coins should not be wasted. If the God of Wealth finds out, he will be unhappy. If he is unhappy, he will not even give you coins. The copper plate ignores you, the silver..."

Pei Zhizhao was afraid that if he didn't eat steamed buns again, Jiang Xihe would keep talking.

"I will definitely ignore you!" Jiang Xihe smiled when he saw Pei Zhizhao bite into the bun.

"Look, Mr. Pei, is it delicious?" Jiang Xihe was very happy.

　small theater:

　　Pei Zhizhao: Wife, you are right, Mr. Pei is particularly delicious.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)