"You are very open-minded."

Lu Jinxi's eyes flickered and he noticed the way he was walking. The left foot is slightly lame, although it is not very obvious, but it is a little wobbly when walking, and it is not very stable.

Although he is tall and tall, and his equipment is extraordinary, his lameness is a fly in the ointment.

I heard that he had this problem when he beat Xue Kuang to bring him back from the border, but don't know...

"It's there from birth, it's said that the womb didn't grow well."

Xue Tingzhi noticed her gaze, and without waiting for her to ask, he took the initiative to explain, smiling slightly, as if he didn't care much.

"I also asked a doctor, but I didn't raise it well."

The fetus is not growing well...

The Orchid was at the border, the weather was bitter and cold, and there were frequent wars, so it was not unusual for any accident to happen.

Thinking of this, Lu Jinxi moved a little bit of pity: what does the affairs of his parents have to do with him?

God, it's getting late.

The wind in the yard also picked up and became colder.

Lu Jinxi was just recovering from a serious illness and was thin, standing here but did not mean to leave, there should be more questions to ask.

It's just that if she's cold and sick, he really can't handle it.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Xue Tingzhi bowed and said, "It's windy and cold outside, and Sister Egret chased Miss Lang again. My mother is recovering from a serious illness, and she can't stand the cold. It's better to go inside to avoid the wind and drink a cup of hot tea."

"Alright, I just have a few more questions to ask."

I have looked at the courtyard outside, but can't see anything.

Lu Jinxi did not reject his proposal, but agreed, and followed Xue Tingzhi to the five-room house.

The front one is the main room, but only a few boxwood chairs are lined up, and there are no extra decorations, and facing the air vent, generally no one is invited to sit here.

So Xue Tingzhi turned to the left.

The two ear rooms were actually opened up here.

As soon as Lu Jinxi came in, he felt the spaciousness here.

The window is still the Ondol, with a small square table. There are three or two books on it, one of which has a few pages spread out, and there is a small inkstone next to it, with a small pen with sheep's hair hanging on it, the ink is still dry.

Several wenge chairs were put down and leaned against the sides.

Adjacent to the two northeast walls, there are two large rows of bookshelves.

Lu Jinxi sat on the kang, glanced over, and saw the books that were densely packed with bookshelves, most of which were old and seemed to have been read many times.

Not far from the bookshelf, there was a large bookcase with a few sheets of ordinary rice paper pressed on top of it, with some vague writing on it.

It's too far away to see what was written.

Just looking at the furnishings in this room, it should not be Xue Tingzhi's living room, it is only used as a study room for reading, writing and making tea, but even so, it looks too...

Simple, even rudimentary.

It was as cold as an ice cellar, not to mention a charcoal basin, even the kang was cold.

The phrase "to avoid the wind" is really not polite.

This house can also be sheltered from the wind.

Lu Jin looked at it for a while, frowning inwardly.

On the other hand, Xue Tingzhi didn't feel anything, he just walked to the door and instructed Lin'an: "First make a cup of hot tea, and then go to inform the lady, ask someone to pick it up, and come back and drop by to ask for a charcoal basin."

"Yes."

Lin'an hadn't left, and seeing the second grandmother sitting in her son's room at this moment, she was really frightened.

Hearing Xue Tingzhi's instructions, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, so he went to work.

When Xue Tingzhi came back, Lu Jinxi just asked him to sit down, but his eyes fell on the books on the table by his hand.

The few books that are randomly stacked are Gossip from the Ancient Window, Book of Zhou, and Thirty-Six Art of War.

But this open book...

Lu Jinxi's eyes flashed, and he put his finger on it, flipped it over, turned the dark blue cover over, and saw the four big characters outside——

governance and politicians.

Zhihe is the era name of Xiao Heng, the founding emperor of the dynasty, and the book "Zhihe Politics" was written by Zuo Yi, a capable minister who assisted Xiao's founding of the country.

But looking at the word "political dignitaries", she knew that this was a book on politics.

On the pages that were opened, in addition to the printed type, there were two different types of handwriting.

One of the handwriting looks a bit old, strong and strong, with a little comment between the lines; the other handwriting is a little new, each stroke is sharp and sharp...

The latter is in line with Lu Jinxi's impression of Xue Tingzhi.

Full of ambition, with a sharp edge at heart.

She turned her eyes and saw that after Lin'an had given instructions, Xue Tingzhi had come back to stand not far away from her, and seemed to see her flipping through the book without disturbing her.

"sit down."

Lu Jinxi had no grudges or grudges against him, and knew that his legs and feet were inconvenient.

She had already turned over the account books in the house.

In Xue Tingzhi's yard, Yiying has a lot of expenses, but the only thing is that he didn't invite Mr.

But now that she saw the handwriting and the well-written comments, she knew that this talent was quite amazing.

Looking away from the old and new handwriting, Lu Jinxi only asked, "Did you teach it all by yourself?"

"I was literate when I was at the border in my early years, and I was taught by my father. The old books I read now also have my father's old annotations, so I can study by myself."

Xue Tingzhi didn't know why Lu Jinxi asked this, but answered truthfully.

Lu Jinxi listened, but did not speak for a long time.

Although the study room is simple, and the books are all old books, there are Xue Kuang's comments on the books. If it wasn't for his own idea, who would dare to put all these things here?

He also "had to be taught by his father", which is simply "opening a small stove"!

Concubine...

This great general, who is waiting for this concubine, is even more kissable than his heir.

Although Xue Chi is a posthumous child, there are no old books in the room, so he is here. It is estimated that how many have moved here.

Lu Jinxi put his finger on the page like a green onion, and for some reason, he felt a little cold, and slowly moved his hand away.

Chapter 18 It's Snow Again

No matter how you think about it, you will feel uncomfortable.

Lu Jinxi simply didn't want to think about it. It just so happened that Lin'an moved quickly at this moment, and he had already brewed tea in the back and brought it up.

It is an ordinary blue and white porcelain cup, which looks a bit rough.

Lu Jinxi didn't dislike it either, she held it in her hand, and used it to drive away the chill in her fingertips, so she thought about changing the subject: "I've been sick these days, but Sister Lang always runs to you, and I'm with you. Talk, you must be closer, is she okay recently?"

Anyone with eyes can see that Sister Lang is not close to her.

The question was vague, but Xue Tingzhi heard it clearly, and replied, "Miss Lang always wanted to ride a horse. It's just that Da Feng's left eye is blind, so it's not suitable, so she just takes care of me. She started to take care of it a month ago. I often inquire about Da Feng's past, and I also ask more about the general's past. It's like..."

He didn't seem to dare to say the rest.

Lu Jinxi rolled her eyelids and glanced at him, but slowly added it to him: "Looks like she misses her father?"

Xue Tingzhi was slightly surprised.

Xue Kuangjiu was at the border and rarely went home. When the accident happened, Xue Minglang was still young, so he probably didn't have much impression of his father.

But Lu Jinxi was Xue Kuang's widow, and he was still haunted by the past.

He thought that if she knew that Sister Lang was missing her deceased father, it would definitely arouse her sadness, so he hesitated and didn't say it clearly.

Unexpectedly, she said it herself, and her face was calm.