The energy of the Fengjing family was revealed at this moment, and the unique skills of the family frightened Jiang Sheng and made Xu Mo's heart heavy.
Zhu Zhi's marriage was called off and his reputation was ruined. It was a certainty.
But with the protection of the Zhu family, he is still a master of the people's education, and can even be sent abroad as a minor official, and his life is still carefree.
It's really unfair.
Magistrate Xu and his wife from Xieyang County had no choice but to commit suicide to prove their innocence after being wrongly accused.
Xu Mo really hates it.
He suppressed his emotions, love and hate surged in his heart, and even the days in the Imperial College seemed miserable.
Zhao Yuan admired Xu Mo the most and was the first to come to care, "Brother Xu, are you okay? But what happened at home? Or is there a shortage of money?"
Xu Mo waved his hand.
Qi Huai asked curiously, "What could it be that makes many of our diligent university students knock down all their books?"
Xu Mo quickly turned the book upside down, only to realize that he had not turned it upside down, but now it was really upside down.
Qi Huai and Zhao Yuan laughed and leaned back together.
Only Zhu Sihuan sat in the corner with a gloomy face and said nothing.
After Xu Mo straightened the book, he decided to move the trouble eastward, "Why didn't Brother Zhu say a word?"
Zhu Sihuan didn't have time to open his mouth.
Zhao Yuan danced and gestured, "I know there is something very lively going on in the Zhu family. Your cousin is raising a foreign wife outside. How old is his son? He wants to marry a girl from the Tao family. Now the girl from the Tao family has broken off the engagement. It has become the laughing stock of the entire Fengjing."
After saying that, Wu Zi raised his head and laughed.
Xu Mo also raised the corners of his lips, smiling softly.
In the eyes of the Fengjing family, becoming the laughingstock of Fengjing was a very serious matter, but in the eyes of a small local like him, losing his life was the most regrettable thing.
"It turns out to be the Tao family." Qi Huai also remembered something, "The Zhu family and the Tao family are probably inseparable from each other. The most aggrieved thing for the Tao family girl should be that she broke off the engagement with Zhu Zhi and had to marry other Zhu family members. Discuss marriage."
Xu Mo was startled.
This is what he doesn't understand. The marriage between the Fengjing family is not just a matter of marriage, but a joint effort or even a cooperation between the two families. They only match up with the younger generation to show their sincerity and just to keep the relationship strong.
"After breaking off the engagement with Zhu Zhi, we have no choice but to choose the next best thing." Zhao Yuan widened his eyes and poked Zhu Sihuan, "Brother Zhu, you also have a chance."
This is meant as a joke, others will laugh at it knowingly.
Zhu Sihuan reluctantly raised the corners of his lips and hissed, "No, the Tao family's request is at least to be a candidate."
The Zhu family has many heirs, but most of the younger ones are scholars or young students. There is no one who can succeed, otherwise the Tao family would not have selected Zhu Zhi, who was in his thirties.
But the most eye-catching thing is Zhu Sihuan who said this.
After a little speculation, Xu Mo felt an uproar in his heart.
October, Northern Xinjiang.
Just as Jiang Sheng guessed, this place was indeed bitter and cold.
It is obviously the season when you can still wear thin shirts in Anshui County, but in Northern Xinjiang you have to put on thick clothes and prepare jackets early.
It is also during this season that nomads are short of food and clothing. In order to survive, they choose to rush into border villages, rob villagers of food, and abuse innocent women.
As the captain of the tenth detachment of the fifth detachment of the third brigade, Fang Heng often led the people in his team on horseback rides on the border, protecting the people and intimidating the nomads.
The area he is responsible for protecting is called "Laigu Village". There are more than a dozen seven or eight-year-old children in it. They often follow them on broomsticks, which is called "inspection".
Fang Heng did not dislike these children, especially one of the girls with pigtails, who looked so much like his sister Jiang Sheng that he would always leave a pancake during meals and give it to the little girl when no one was around.
The fifth team ate mutton today. Fang Heng deliberately set aside a fist-sized piece of meat, wrapped it in oil paper and carried it in his arms. When he rode horseback to the ancient village, a dozen children rushed out on broomsticks.
"Ajia." The girl with pigtails called him affectionately, "You are here again."
There are also nomadic peoples in the border areas, and not all of them speak the Mandarin dialect of the Central Plains.
Fortunately, Fang Heng could understand it after staying for a long time, smiled and waved his hand.
This is the code word between them. Every time he waves his hand, it means something delicious is coming.
The pigtailed girl happily left the team and waited in the corner. After a while, Fang Heng came over, handed the piece of meat to her, and touched her head.
It was as if across time and space, I was touching my sister Jiang Sheng's head.
"It's meat." The girl with pigtails was pleasantly surprised, "I want to save it for mom and dad to eat together."
Fang Heng never paid attention to this kind of thing. What he gave belonged to others and he had no right to comment.
The young man got on his horse and signaled his men to spread out to monitor and pay more attention to the movement to the north.
Jiang Yi and others took the order and left.
He continued to walk around Laigu Village, watching the pigtailed girl riding a broom among the crowd, and couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes.
Until a signal flare rose in the east, which was specially made by the entire military camp to signal that nomads were in urgent need of assistance.
Fang Heng immediately stepped up his horse's belly and ran towards the east.
But after running for half a cup of tea, there was no movement, no human voice, no noise, and no earth-shaking fight.
The nomads were riding horses, and the fifth team was also riding horses. Every time they met, they could hear noises two kilometers away, and they wanted to stampede out of the pit. It would never be so quiet.
Fang Hengle stopped his horse, his intuition told him that something was wrong, a big problem.
But unfortunately, I don't know what the problem is.
Just when he was getting angry, his father's teachings flashed through his mind. He immediately jumped off the horse and lay on the ground to listen.
Sure enough, there was the sound of riding horses, but it was not from the east, but from the west where he had just rushed.
A bad premonition came to mind, and Fang Heng almost immediately rushed back to the ancient village.
His eyes were messy, making his eyes red.
The children who had been jumping and riding broomsticks just now were lying on the ground, their faces pale and breathless.
A greased paper bag rolled out of the girl's arms, revealing the cool pieces of mutton inside.
The hungry nomad bent down to pick it up, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
"Smells, really smells good."
He commented, kicking away the pigtailed girl who was blocking his way.
Fang Heng's eyes turned from red to blood red. He didn't remember how he drew out the sharp blade, nor how he slashed it.
Even if there are seven or eight nomadic strong men opposite him, he is just a thin young man.
I only know how to chop, sharpen, break, and scar.
In the ears are the noisy exclamations and angry curses of the nomads, which finally turned into unwilling eyes and cold corpses.
At the end of the fight, Fang Heng's physical strength was rapidly drained, and there were only two strong men left among the nomads.
But they were holding long knives and grinning ferociously, obviously thinking that the outcome was already decided.
Fang Heng knelt on one knee, holding a knife in his right hand, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was recovering his strength or waiting to die from exhaustion.
At the moment when two machetes were hanging above his head, they were about to fall.
Fang Heng's ears twitched slightly and he heard movement in the distance.
It seems...my brother, brother and sister are here.
"Third brother..."
Someone is calling, like a hallucination before death.
