Chapter 94 94. Riot
Cheng Xi picked up the leaves one by one, twisting the main veins with his thumb and index finger, and the fiery red maple leaves turned.
“It’s quite beautiful.”
Shennong Mountain is rich in species. This area should belong to the red maple zone, and there should be many nearby.
She looked around and found many maple leaves buried under the snowdrifts on the ground, most of which were intact.
Under low temperature, it has become the most standard specimen.
The first time Cheng Xi saw Maple Leaf, he thought of Shen Xingluo and the entire study room at home filled with ancient books.
“It should be quite elegant if used as bookmarks.”
She picked up a few pieces that were pleasing to the eye, big and small, but with clear context, they were put into the space. When she stood up He hesitated for a moment while looking at the small tree in front of him, and finally took it in.
And Cheng Xi himself disappeared with the little maple tree.
The villa outside the space is full of greenery. The persimmon and chestnut trees transplanted a few days ago have already turned green, and their green leaves have grown a lot. The cherry tree in the yard is still hanging with fruits.
Cheng Xi picked a handful of cherries and rinsed them under tap water for a while. While eating, she went to take care of the "territory" outside.
The wheat on several acres of land has been re-sprinkled with seeds, and now it is full of vitality and has grown a lot.
She picked up the farm tools and started to clean up the space, divided the medicinal plants and transplanted them elsewhere, and re-planned the medicinal planting area.
It wasn’t until the alarm she set rang that she disappeared into the sky.
In the evening, Cheng Xi entered the Shen family courtyard holding a few maple leaves in his right hand and antlers found from the mountain in his left hand.
At that time, Shen Xingluo had just returned from the ancestral hall. When he opened the door, he saw her playing with the maple leaves spinning in her hands, and her eyes were a little surprised.
“There are such fiery red maple leaves on the mountain?”
“I found them under the snowdrift.”
Cheng Xi handed it over, “They say a sword matches a hero, so I’ll give it to you. ”
Shen Xingluo raised his head and stared at her with his obsidian eyes.
A long while.
"Am I a hero?"
"What I gave you is not a sword."
Shen Xingluo laughed, but he really didn't suffer at all.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
His eyes were a bit unclear, and he spoke again casually, "Do you know the metaphor of giving a red maple?" Cheng Xi didn't think much for a moment, and was very confused, "What? Metaphor? ”
“Red leaves are the most sentimental, a word that expresses love.”
“.”
Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, and his clear eyes met the deep ones in front of him.
Since the two were quite close, Cheng Xi could even see her own reflection.
“Give it back to me!”
How could Shen Xingluo let her snatch it away? He turned around to avoid the protruding hand.
"I have accepted it, thank you madam."
"!!!"
Chengxi's cheeks turned red with anger.
Why were the brain circuits of ancient people so troublesome?
Can’t you be less associative!
Shen Xingluo knows well the truth of giving up when things go well, and changes the subject in an considerate way:
"A letter from Lieutenant Song, Qingshan Village is about to launch a riot, either today or tomorrow."
What?
So fast!
“Are they going for the 200,000 shi of food in the city?”
“That’s right.”
Just a few days after giving out porridge at the city gate, there was still some relief food left, but if we waited any longer, there would really be nothing left.
"At that time, the fifth prince will lead the troops and set off from the Huaishan military camp. Mr. Jiang will stay in the village first and enter the city when all the dust settles."
Cheng Xi nodded thoughtfully.
Things have been arranged, just waiting for the three parties to take action.
The mob wanted food and power, and Zhou Lesong wanted to use the mob to frame the fifth prince, but little did he know that everything was under the control of others.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
(End of this chapter)