The most powerful minister in the world

Jingxi, our master, lived in the Prince's Mansion leisurely for seven or eight days. Sometimes he would sneak out to have a few glasses of wine. What's strange is that the Jing family who were guarding each city gate The army withdrew, and even the emperor did not pursue Jingxi's escape further. This matter disappeared without a trace and no one mentioned it.

But even so, this matter is still a topic of endless discussion among the people. After all, it is about the most eye-catching young talent in the southern country. Various high-ranking and wealthy families are still eager to marry their daughters into the Jing Mansion.

Jing Jiajun's status in people's minds cannot be described in words. It is a kind of vigorous and sunny vitality that grows in the heart. Just hearing these three words is enough to excite people!

Furthermore, Jing Lixiao is now a first-class military prince, and his status in the army is unparalleled. Who doesn't want to hug his thigh?

After another sleepless night, Jingxi rolled over on the rubble of the eaves, carrying a wine jar, and there was no trace of decadence in his eyes. He was a young man, no matter what he did, there was no sign of decay in him. Regarding the matter of marriage, for him, it was indeed not something that could be ignored.

Those who kill enemies on the battlefield and make meritorious deeds as kings deserve great praises, mansions, and beautiful marriages. Naturally, these are things that others can only dream of and cannot get. But our man is very ambitious. What he dislikes most is being raped by others. What was given to him, besides, marriage is a lifelong matter. If you can't find someone you like from the bottom of your heart, this will be more heartbreaking than defeat.

"Hey~"

Jingxi lifted the wine jar and drank, and saw a person's reflection taking shape against the moonlight. Jingxi immediately threw the wine jar to the person, and the person who came caught it steadily, and it was a big mouthful. , then he held the wine jar and sat next to Jingxi.

"When do you plan to go home?"

Jingxi glanced at Jingchuan, who was wearing gold, brocade and green clothes. He still looked serious and said disdainfully: "Does the old man know that I am here?"

"I don't think I know, but I definitely think you won't leave the city."

"Okay, you are a brother enough," Jingxi took the wine jar back and drank, "Just put this matter off. When the day comes, I will really know how to run away."

"It's up to you. That's not what I came here to talk about today. There is still no letter from Chen Guo. It seems that he has abandoned his prince."

"Fuck, didn't I catch you in vain?!"

Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, stood up and faced the bright moon with his hands behind his back. The moonlight shone on his face like a knife, and a chilling air arose.

"Not necessarily. At least he has the arrogance of our southern country."

Jingxi spat and cursed: "That doesn't matter, okay, I don't love him, so I'll go to the prison and kill him tomorrow!"

"Wait a minute, this is always a trump card. Don't make any mistakes. His Majesty is still turning a blind eye to your escape. For now, just stay calm."

Jingxi curled his lips and made a face at him. The two brothers sat in silence for a long time. The wine in the jar was empty, and Jingchuan stood up to leave. "If you need anything, I'll bring it to you."

Hearing this, Jingxi stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "If you are short of money, the more the better."

"It's just ten taels of silver, not a penny more."

Jingxi turned his back, weighed the money, cursed secretly for being stingy, and hurriedly put the money into his arms. When he turned around, Jingchuan had disappeared, but there was a different kind of white shadow between heaven and earth.

It was snowing, and it was blinding as it came, and there was no wind, so it was evenly spread. In the blink of an eye, Jingxi's black robe turned into white, and the hot breath he exhaled turned into white mist. This year’s snow came early, and the temperature also dropped drastically. They say it’s not cold when it snows, but it’s cold when the snow melts. I don’t think that’s right.

The first snowfall was the most unpleasant. Jingxi did not dare to stay on the roof for a long time, so he quickly climbed down and went inside to rest.

Later, a strong wind blew, making the wind chimes of Meixiang Tower jingle. In the wind and snow, several little maids on night duty accidentally slipped and fell to the side of the road. They seemed to have fallen into a deep pit and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It took a lot of effort to crawl out, and I couldn't stop sneezing.

They couldn't rest. They had to take out their thick clothes in advance to avoid freezing their masters. They worked all night. On the second day, several maids brought a navy blue white bamboo cloak and a pair of velvet treading clouds. Shoe walked into the courtyard where Jingxi was.

I saw our master holding a sword and performing a set of fierce swordsmanship in the wind and snow. The snowflakes swayed as if being sucked by the sword, forming an unmatched momentum. The little maids watched. Dumbfounded.

Jingxi saw it, inserted the blade of the sword into the snow nest, and then picked it up. The snowflakes flew straight towards the maids, and dispersed when they were still about two feet away. A little maid wrinkled her nose and pinched it. Xiaofenquan said fiercely: "These things are all for you. We don't care if they get wet. Humph~ Sister Lan, just throw them here. Let's go, please~"

As she said this, the little girl actually put the thing on the ground, separated by a wooden board. Sister Lan felt that this was not good for a while and ran back and put the thing in Jingxi's hand, raised her head and flashed Big eyes wanted to say something, but then ran away with a red face.

They didn't know that this sword-playing young master was the famous young hero Jing Xi. They just thought that their master had met some martial artist from outside and was keeping him in captivity in the mansion.

"Hey~ it fits quite well. I just went out for a walk and bought some drinks."

As soon as he left, Jingxi went back to his house, put on his bamboo hat, climbed over a dozen walls, and finally jumped out of the Prince's Mansion. He turned out of the alley and came to the street. After all, it was the capital. Even though it was snowing and squinting, there were still people on the road and stalls. They continued to make a living in the tent above.

A large pot was standing in the shed, emitting billowing white smoke. Two skinned lambs were hung on the poles. The smell of mutton warmed the stomach. Jingxi rubbed his hands and walked over. The stall owner saw that he was wearing He put on his clothes, immediately became energetic, and hurriedly greeted: "Sir, what a coincidence, the seats inside are full, why don't you come next to me first to warm yourself up."

Jingxi put his hands in his hands and stared at the milky white soup boiling in the pot and said with a smile: "No, you can serve me a bowl, and then add four or two legs of bone and meat, and put the meat slices into the soup. Don't be jealous, I can just eat standing up." ."

"Young master, you'd better come in. It's snowing very badly this year, and we rough guys won't be affected by the cold. You have a noble body, so don't get frozen."

"Hey~ I've been thick-skinned since I was a kid, so just hurry up and do it."

"Okay, it'll be done soon."

Jingxi looked at the stall owner's excellent knife skills, and the meat fell from the leg bone into the bowl. Then he poured the soup over it, sprinkled some condiments on it, and handed it to him. Jingxi took it out of his pocket and smelled it. After taking a sip of the soup, I immediately felt warm and hot in my stomach.

"Sir, give me the chopsticks. Hey, he looks so familiar!"

Jingxi coughed twice, and as a result, he started eating meat with his chopsticks. The more he looked at the stall owner, the more he looked familiar. The words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back. He always felt that there was no way the right general of the Jing Family Army could come to his stall. Let's eat mutton soup.

"You have a good appetite."

Jingxi had heard the sound of a carriage passing by just now and didn't pay much attention to it, but now this clear and clear sound like a warbler's song came over, and he suddenly trembled and almost spilled the broth in his hand on the floor.

"I always have a good appetite, would you like a bowl too?"

"Get in the car, I have something to tell you."

Jingxi shrank his neck and didn't dare to look back. He pretended to be calm and replied: "Forget it. You are always afraid of the cold. It's better to go back home early. I have something important to do, so I will leave after eating the soup."

"boarding!"

This squeal not only frightened Jingxi, but also the stall owner who bought the broth was so frightened that he dropped the large spoon in his hand into the pot.

Jingxi drank the last sip of soup, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, threw down the broken silver, lifted the door curtain and got into the carriage, and the ebony carriage drove in the wind and snow.

In the carriage, Jingxi felt uneasy, rubbing his knees with his hands uneasily. Compared with the temperature outside, it was as if the temperature inside the carriage was burning in the exquisite copper furnace at two completely opposite seasons. Charcoal fire, waves of heat mixed with the aroma of velvet flowers blew straight into his face.

"Don't you look up at me?"