There are often drinks with students. In fact, it is just to find an excuse to gather everyone together, find a place where elegant and elegant is not boring, drink, recite poems, debate and play the piano. In short, the literary tricks of scholars can be played.

If it weren't for knowing that Yao Si and Fujian had never met, Xin Xiran would have really suspected that Fujian had escaped. Although he was curious, since Yao Si mentioned it, he asked, "Do you want to do it?"

Yao Si spread his hands helplessly: "What should I do? No one can invite anyone at that time."

Xin Xiran immediately understood and smiled and said, "It's simple. It's done in my name. Who do you want to invite? The location can be selected? Who will host it?"

Seeing that Qiu Ji had also walked away, and even though he couldn't finish his words for a while, Yao Si said, "I'll write a general in the afternoon and send it to you to the mansion."

Xin Xiran didn't want her to go there, and hurriedly said, "I'll come again tomorrow, and you'll tell me again."

Yao Si didn't want to hide it from him, so he said helplessly: "My parents and my brother are going back tomorrow. I have to send them a ride, and I won't have time tomorrow."

Xin Xiran was stunned, "Ah? For the first time, my uncle and aunt are about to leave? When will I leave? I will also see you off."

"They left early, don't come and have a good sleep. I wrote it in the afternoon and asked Lan Xin to send it to your mansion. In the afternoon, I have to accompany my mother to pack my luggage and buy some things I need on the road."

Xin Xiran was very regretful. He originally wanted to leave a good impression on the two elders, but he didn't want to let Qiu Ji destroy them today. When will it take next time? He asked: "When will uncle and aunt come to Beijing next time?"

"I can't say it's right, I'm afraid there will be no next time." Yao Si didn't want to continue on this issue, so he urged: "Go back quickly, leave a message for the sect, don't send it to the door when the time comes." She knew that these noble families would have sent too many letters to the door on weekdays. If anyone had sent it to the mansion, it would have been a mountain.

"Don't worry." Xin Xiran promised repeatedly before leaving reluctantly.

Lan Xin looked at Xin Xiran and left, then she shook her eyes at Yao Si: "Miss, I'm so lucky. I don't know which young master this young master is from? He looks like he is not from an ordinary family."

"Just classmate." Yao Si smiled and headed towards the kitchen.

After cleaning up the dishes with Yan, Yao Si went back to the house. When Lan Xin saw her take out her pen and ink, she consciously went over to grind them. Yao Si didn't let her do these tasks, but Lan Xin insisted on insisting on her. She had no choice but to let Lan Xin go.

Although she took out the pen and ink paper, Yao Si did not rush to start writing. Her eyes fell on the brocade bag given to her by Qiu Ji. What was it? She was curious and wanted to open it, but she didn't want to open it, which was very conflicted.

It seems that as long as it is related to Qiu Ji, things will become conflicted. She has two villains in her heart, instructing her left and right, making her unable to think normally.

Lan Xin couldn't wait and couldn't help but urged: "Girl, open it and take a look. The things that Mr. Qiu gave must be good."

Yao Si smiled and said, "Why are you more anxious than me?"

"I'm not worried about the girl." Lan Xin giggled.

Yao Si nodded slightly, then went to untied the rope of the brocade bag, pulled it open and saw that it was a scroll. After she opened the painting, her face was shocked and forgot her expression.

The person in the painting wore a shirtless linen shirt, with his head high, and his eyebrows and eyes were a bit handsome and gentle. He was neither as rough and rough as a man, nor as pretentious as a daughter's family. He was really handsome and graceful, complementing each other and having a unique charm.

Lan Xin leaned over and took a closer look, and said confusedly: "Girl, this is clearly your portrait, but this outfit-" She couldn't understand why she dressed like this?

Yao Sisan, a woman in Beijing did not wear this way. She helped her go to the fields at home on weekdays, and she had not grown up and had her head tied up, and she looked like a boy. That day she deliberately dressed up as a man to earn ten coins.

That was the first time she met Qiu Ji. Qiu Ji could see through her at one glance, and later she gave birth to all kinds of things. Yao Si was still vivid in his mind. Now when he remembered it, although it was thrilling at that time, he was very savored.

She put the painting back in the brocade bag, took out a small wooden box from the cabinet, put it in it, and there was a jade flute inside, which was crystal clear. Yao Si couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, put the wooden box back in the cabinet, and then sat down and started writing.

*

As soon as Qiu Ji walked into the east wing, he heard the sound of something hitting the ground from the upper room. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and walked straight into the yard.

The maid 6 continued the tea and left with tactfully. Wei Zha followed into the house and said, "Young Master, why did the young master of the Xin family go to Jinbuju? Do you want to have a small trip to Xin Mansion?"

Qiu Ji sat down at the desk, took the paper and pen, and said lightly: "Don't cause trouble for her."

Wei Zha's thoughts changed and understood that if he let Xin Zhongqiao know about this, although Xin Xiran would not go to Jinbuju again in the short term, it also caused trouble for Yao Si. Xin Zhongqiao would definitely have to revenge Yao Si.

He hurriedly admitted his mistake and said, "Young Master, I am sorry for your sins."

Qiu Ji didn't say anything, just listening to the rustling sound of the pen falling on the paper, and suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping, accompanied by a dove cries, Wei Zha walked to the window, took off the bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet, swung the pigeon away, and then took a bamboo stick from the table.

He poked out the paper slips inside the bamboo tube and took them apart, and couldn't help but say happily: "Young master, the refugees from Yuzhou have all gone to Wuzhou. Now many places in Wuzhou are short of food, and they are all going to Youzhou."

This winter is particularly cold, and snow falls all over the winter, both large and small, while Yuzhou, which is reliable, is the most severe snow disaster.

There was snowing there one after another, and hail fell in the past two months. Not only did the houses be smashed, but many people were injured. Especially in Mianjiang, which is north of Yuzhou, the disaster is the most serious. At least tens of thousands of people died of freezing and starving in two months.

The Mianjiang Prefect handed over a month ago the disaster report went to Beijing. Although it was urgently 800 miles, it was still more than half a month later when the copy was delivered to Beijing. There was no solution during this period. There were also disaster relief for the wealthy households, but it was a drop in the bucket. So many villages began to take shelter south.

With the lead, there will be people following the trend. Yuzhou can't stay and will not leave for a long time in the cold winter. In such a bad weather, there is no spring wheat planting, so more and more people flee south.

Qiu Ji nodded and said to hear it, and said lightly: "Sooner or later, we will escape. If there is no solution, Yuzhou will only become a dead state."

He folded the written note, put it in the envelope, sealed it with wax oil, and handed it to Wei Zha and said, "Send it to Zhan Shi's Mansion."

Wei Zha let out a cry, carefully put the envelope in his collar, and asked Qiu Ji to leave, and then hurried out.
Chapter completed!