Jiaohua

Chapter 340
The snow was so thick that half of my calf was covered.

The gate of Dongping Academy was open, and only one, two or three students came and went.

Except for a few students who live in the academy all year round, the teachers in the academy did not come.

Wei Zhengzheng left the school and went to visit the homes of several gentlemen. Those who are as poor as Mr. Zhan Chen can’t afford anything at all, and those who are rich but not very rich like Mr. Qiu are not willing to take out at this time of year. money.

Wei Zhengzheng found a few more classmates. When he found Song's mansion, Song Du was not in the mansion. Mrs. Cao was playing with his grandchildren. The quilt was carried out.

The servants came to tell Cao Shi, and Cao Shi hurriedly took people to stop him, but in the end, his precious son made him helpless, so he sent people to deliver twenty quilts out.

"I don't know what you're up to, what kind of weather is it like now?" Cao said angrily.

"For us, it's just a good-looking display in the warehouse, but it's life-saving for others," Song Qingtang looked at the servant who came back from the front yard, and said coldly, "Besides, if it's pressed like this, I don't know when can come in handy."

"What are you talking about?" Cao Shi looked at him.

"It's nothing," Song Qingtang turned around and said, "You continue to play with your grandchildren, and I'll go out for a while."

"Erlang!" Mrs. Cao shouted hastily.

Song Qingtang has strode away.

Twenty quilts were still not enough, Wei engaged in looking for many people, and finally thought of merchants in the capital.

Because it was on Shengjing Street, the first person he thought of was Mrs. Zhao, who was quite famous in the capital recently.

Wei Zheng turned around and walked to the small path on the left. After walking a long way, he raised his head and suddenly saw the vast Dingguo Mansion in the distance.

The tall mansion is pure and clean in the white snow, the snow has no trace, the tile walls are clear and lonely, quiet and empty.

Wei Zheng frowned, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

As he walked, his footsteps gradually stopped, and his eyes fell on a thin figure in the distance.

The girl stood under a plum tree holding an umbrella, looking up at the Duke Ding's mansion surrounded by snow.

The light on the snow reflected her fair and tender face, which was crystal clear and flawless, light and supple, her profile was quiet, her eyes did not match her age, they were too distant and boundless.

Seemingly feeling something, she paused and looked back.

Wei Zheng was taken aback, he recognized this face, he had seen it once in Yanyunwei Mansion, and countless times on the arrest warrant, although it was not enough to say it was exactly the same, but the general facial expressions were very similar.

The girl didn't look away, and looked at him quietly, her eyes were very calm.

Wei Zhengceng's fingers clenched slightly, he was looking for her all the time, and finally saw her, but now he is alone, without a guard around him, and he can't even catch her.

What's more, even if there are four or five guards around, they may not be able to deal with her.

At this time, the girl suddenly raised her feet and walked over slowly, her steps were light, and her shoes made no sound on the gravel snow.

Stopping five steps away, the girl said, "Wei Zhengzheng."

The voice is cold, like ice drops falling on the mirror.

Wei Zheng didn't know what to say, so he looked at her fixedly.

"What a coincidence." Xia Zhaoyi said again.

After a while, Wei Zong said, "Do you recognize me?"

"I've read the information from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Officials," Xia Zhaoyi said, "If I have nothing to do, I'll go back to the teahouse in front of the government office and sit down."

"Oh..." Wei Zheng said.

The girl in front of him seems to have grown taller, taller than the girl he saw in Yanyunwei Mansion before, and not as thin as they said. Although she is not fat now, she is thin and not old. The complexion is rosy and looks very healthy.

"Did Wei Zong and Mr. Zhu hide the letter of indictment on Lu Qianhai's body?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.

Wei Zheng's complexion changed slightly, he glanced at Dingguo's mansion, and then said: "Yes, but you, are you really from Dingguo's mansion?"

"I am," Xia Zhaoyi turned his eyes to look at the high wall in the distance, and said, "Wei Zongzheng and Master Zhu have a heart."

This sentence sounded a bit like a compliment, but for some reason, Wei Cong felt very useful when it came out of her mouth.

"What are your plans for the future?" Wei Zheng asked.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at Duke Dingguo's mansion covered with flying snow, shook his head and said, "No more."

"there is none left?"

"Ah."

She has done everything she should have done, and checked everything that can be done.

She smashed through all those false "criminal evidence" one by one, and found all the evidence to overthrow them. She really has nothing to do now.

"There is also An Qiuwan's confession letter," Xia Zhaoyi said, "He hasn't signed it yet, and I will send him back as soon as he signs it."

Wei Zheng was startled: "Teacher An, is he really in your hands?"

"It's not just him," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, and looked back at Wei Zhengeng, "I still have four or five people in my hand, and some of them have already pleaded guilty, but I don't want to release them yet."

"You are, you are..."

"Where is Wei Zong going?" Xia Zhaoyi changed the subject.

Wei Zhengzheng sighed softly, and said, "I'm going to find Mrs. Zhao."

Although he is not a pedantic and stubborn person, but the girl said frankly to her face that An Qiuwan was in her hands. From Wei Zong's point of view, she was sure that he couldn't do anything with her. In a sense, this is a provocation.

And actually, what can be done?

He couldn't fight again and again, and he might not be able to justify it. The opponent was a head smaller than himself, but his aura was far above him.

Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said, "This lady has been hoarding goods recently, and Wei Zong probably wants to ask for help."

"Yes," Wei Zheng didn't intend to hide it, and said directly, "Many people died in the prison, and they need something to keep them warm."

"Are there those gentlemen who were taken away before?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious.

"...It's them."

Xia Zhaoyi frowned, and said in a low voice: "There is no such thing as a disaster."

"Yes."

"And outside the city," she said, turning her head to look to the other side, "I heard that a lot of people have died. With this severe cold and snowstorm, I'm afraid more people will die."

"Human life," Wei Zheng said sarcastically, "this is the least valuable thing in this world."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded.

In the past six months, she came to Beijing all the way from Chongyi, and what she heard and saw after coming to Beijing, she did not know how many people were displaced and how many people struggled to death.

Even she herself had her life on her hands.

With a heavy heart, Xia Zhaoyi looked at Wei Zong: "Wei Zong, you can go to Mrs. Zhao, but I heard that she is withdrawn and not easy to talk, you probably need to work harder."

"Oh." Wei Zong responded, and he was actually very happy and benefited from the care of the "evil boy" in this person's mouth.

At this time, two people passed by them. They were tall and very powerful.

Wei Zong couldn't help but glanced a few more times curiously, and suddenly turned his head, looking fiercely.

(End of this chapter)