Chapter 28, Meeting Song Wenqing Again Watching the two people going down the mountain, Ji Caiyan let Fat Hu remember the taste of these two people.
I no longer care about these two people.
She took out the pen and paper she carried with her and began to measure the mountain she bought using her legs as a ruler.
I kept scribbling on the paper, designing the future layout of this mountain.
A small stream with running water happens to pass through the mountains, where you can raise some chickens, ducks and geese.
Flat mountainous land is used to grow medicinal materials, and the varieties of fruit trees must also be selected.
The varieties of fruit trees in the sunny part and the shady part are also different.
In two hours, Ji Caiyan used Qinggong to run back and forth on the mountain and drew a rough sketch.
There is quite a lot of gold and silver in her dimension, all of which were taken into the dimension from the East Palace.
No one qualms about having too much gold and silver, as long as you can earn a little.
Ji Caiyan did not plan any special modernization, lest Jiang Zhaodi discover her identity as a time traveler.
Ji Caiyan was not very worried about Jiang Zhaodi, but was mainly worried about the third time traveler whose identity had not yet been revealed.
Ji Caiyan didn't know whether he was good or bad, male or female.
I can only pretend that I am a native feudal aborigine.
The sun has begun to set towards the west, and I only ate some pastries during the trip, which were small pastries that I secretly took out from my sleeves.
Her parents, the princess, and the concubine wouldn't worry about her leaving early and coming home late. They knew she had her own space and could live happily even if she was thrown into any place where birds didn't poop.
After the ink was dry, Ji Caiyan folded the drawings and put them in his purse.
He greeted Fat Tiger who was marking everywhere on the mountain and walked down the mountain.
"Fat Tiger, don't stay on your left shoulder all the time in the future. One day you should be on the left and the other day on the right."
Feeling the heavy burden on her shoulders, Ji Caiyan moved Fat Tiger from her left shoulder to her right shoulder without any expression.
If one day, she becomes tall and low-shouldered, Fat Tiger has an unshirkable responsibility.
"Oh."
Fat Tiger obediently allowed Ji Caiyan to move, and closed his eyes in contentment.
Ji Caiyan's chubby body was like a heavy quilt covering her.
Ji Caiyan poked Fat Hu, but Fat Hu closed his eyes and didn't respond.
"My minister Song Wenqing has met the princess."
The elegant voice suddenly came from not far away.
Looking along the sound, Ji Caiyan saw a silhouette of Qingfeng Jiyue.
The new top scorer in a new subject with three consecutive wins.
I couldn't help but glance up and down. The educated and handsome man is so eye-catching! "Master Song, why are you here alone...?"
Ji Caiyan looked behind Song Wenqing, but did not see the accompanying servants.
There was only Song Wenqing.
"I have found out that Magistrate Yang is corrupt and perverting the law, and is preying on the common people. I have already reported to the Holy One that he will be dismissed from his post and his family will be confiscated."
"I came here to say something to the princess."
Song Wenqing bowed slightly to Ji Caiyan, and his movements were like a ruler.
Not a single bit of superfluous movement.
Respectful and pious.
"Ah? Oh..."
Ji Caiyan looked at Song Wenqing who was smiling gently, and her brain shut down for a moment.
It took me a long time to remember that Magistrate Yang was probably Yang Lanyu's father.
Yang Lanyu and Princess Ji Leqin had humiliated her together before.
Looking at Yang Lanyu's bullying character, you can see the character of Magistrate Yang.
But I didn't expect that Song Wenqing would come to tell the result in person.
"I've said it before, there are no princesses here, only common people."
"What's more, my parents are no longer the crown prince and concubine, Lord Song, be careful what you say."
Ji Caiyan glanced around and spoke slowly.
I have been reminded of this more than once, but Mr. Song still respectfully called Princess Princess.
"Yes."
Song Wenqing responded, still respecting Ji Caiyan in every gesture.
Ji Caiyan couldn't understand.
Even if Song Wenqing still had friendship with his father, queen, mother and concubine, his status and status were all in vain after his father, queen, mother and concubine were deposed.
Why does he always put himself at the bottom?
If he only respects the royal family, when facing Princess Yueqin, he doesn't seem to respect the royal family that much.
"Xiaoyan, can I call you princess like that?" Song Wenqing's slender fingers pressed the jade pendant around his waist.
Eyebrows lowered.
It seemed a little cramped.
It was rare to see Song Wenqing embarrassed.
In the East Palace, I had heard about the demeanor of the new top scholar. He shined during the palace examination and was able to speak eloquently in front of many senior masters of the Hanlin Academy without flinching.
Refined, knowledgeable, and vigorous.
"Of course you can, that's my original name. Or you can do as the locals do and call me Caiyan girl, that's fine too."
Ji Caiyan didn't care about this.
"Okay, then I will call Princess Xiaoyan."
When Song Wenqing walked, he was one step slower than Ji Caiyan, just behind and to the right of Ji Caiyan.
It’s not just the royal family that walks, it can only be in front.
What's more, he could easily see Ji Caiyan walking in front.
The back view overlaps with the back view in memory.
The memory that had been recalled countless times was unfolded bit by bit. The person's face overlapped Ji Caiyan's body and then merged into one.
15 years ago, he was still a child.
Fifteen years later, as she said, he became the number one scholar in a new subject, and they really met in the year when he became the number one scholar.
"Master Song? Master Song?"
Ji Caiyan called several times, but Song Wenqing didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something.
But those eyes were clearly on his face, but he was so stunned that he didn't hear anything he said.
"Ok?"
Song Wenqing finally came to his senses, smiled gently at Ji Caiyan, and asked quickly,
"what happened?"
His face was calm, but his heart was filled with panic.
Did he miss what Caiyan said? Would she dislike him?
"Nothing, I'm just asking you, apart from coming here to say that Magistrate Yang has fallen, is there anything else you can do?"
Ji Caiyan was actually not happy for Mr. Song to come over.
With so many eyes staring at Waste Wood Village, if Song Wenqing keeps running here, people in the palace in the capital will become suspicious.
She and her eight hundred scheming fathers, queens, mothers and concubines didn't care about this.
On the other hand, Mr. Song, who can be slapped away with a slap, may be cool.
"The scenery in Youzhou is beautiful, especially the villages here are backed by the endless Nanshang Mountains. The strange mountains and rocks are suitable for painting."
Song Wenqing said.
Ji Caiyan looked at Song Wenqing.
Didn't see the brush canvas.
On the contrary, he looked extremely elegant in his white clothes, and his hair was combed meticulously.
It doesn't look like he is painting, but he looks like he has specially washed and dressed up and came to meet guests.
Ji Caiyan did not reveal what he said.
I was thinking about going to my house for a sip of tea, but then I thought of the mournful faces of my father, queen, mother and concubine.
Had to give up.
"It's getting late. Does Mr. Song have a place to stay?"
That is, ask.
"This is not far from Qiu County. You can just go back to live in the county."
Song Wenqing said.
"Ah."
Ji Caiyan nodded, not knowing what to talk about.
The main reason is that there are too many spies around, and some of them are their own spies.
Can't let go of chatting.
Fat Tiger moved on Ji Caiyan's shoulder and moved to the other shoulder. He stopped sleeping and combed his hair.
The two of them walked slowly on the path between the villages.
The setting sun stretched the silhouettes of the two people very long.
Ask for a recommendation ticket.
(End of this chapter)