MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 3 The old man is still there

Chapter Three

He couldn't hear that sound even if it turned into gray.

Bai Wuchang's understatement of "Lianlian" on the side of Wangchuan did not touch him. After so many years, and deliberate forgetting, the name was buried in the deepest part of the memory and he could hardly dig it out. But he still remembered the man's voice. Remember the man's small movements, remember that when he put his fingers on his forehead, he could not help making some habit of pulling his hair away.

These are like things that have penetrated the bone marrow. Sometimes Jing Qi thought that, in fact, there was no endless entanglement with Helian Chan that year, and there was no Qiye who sat on the stone bank with three sons.

This kind of thing is like the guano that you met when you went out, and you tried everything to get around, and you were thinking about it, but there were always birds that did not know where to fly from. His head fell down sooner or later, and from then on he felt psychologically obscure.

Jing Qi sighed in his heart, knowing that when he was just awakened by safety, his breathing rate had changed, and he didn't want to pretend anymore and opened his eyes.

Although he was only a dozen years old, he was born into a young man like Zhilan Yushu. He just hit his eyes.

Just Jing Qi thought, this Helian is also ... too tender.

The young man saw him awake, the anger on his face receded instantly, leaned down, and softened his voice: "How are you, where is it?"

When I was a man, I saw people who were deeply loved and severely hurt in the past, and my heart always filled with excitement and throbbing, but the time had passed hundreds of years.

Right now, seeing him again in Jingqi, but he couldn't get any response. He thought, was Helena actually like this? Why ... I feel strange.

Seeing that he was still speechless, Heliann only said that he was confused, carefully pushed his forehead again, frowned, and turned back to the man and said, "Is the medicine still good? It will burn if it is so old Brain. "

Jing Qi thought that my brain was originally bad. I burned it for a while and saved it for rebuilding.

He turned around and suddenly found out that this was a scene where the boss was standing on his back, and he felt unwell, and he was about to stand up. He swallowed and moistened his throat, and opened his mouth, "His Royal Highness ..."

Helianti quickly pressed him back to the bed, grinning: "If you get sick this time, you should learn to be more courteous, and lie still."

Today, the emperor has some major problems, such as remembering one out and one out, such as dementia in every third place. For example, when he insisted on standing and not growing up, as soon as the younger son Helian was born, he passed on his purpose The flesh that has not yet reached the full moon is the prince. For another ten years after that, the prince he personally set up was thrown behind him like a day, and he never managed it.

Speaking of disrespect, I am afraid that His Royal Highness, now, is not as good as the emperor's old man who is raised in the upper room.

In addition, there are two elder brothers who are like tigers on He Lianhe. The second prince, He Lianqi, will be ten years older. The boss He Lianzhao has long been plump. No one put his cheap prince on. In his eyes, he was regarded as another joke of the emperor after the "parrot general", "the wife-in-law teacher", and "the prime minister of storytellers".

Only the son of the king of Nanning, Jing Beiyuan, who was raised in the palace from his childhood, was close to him. Jing Beiyuan was young, and without his parents' instruction, he had dyed his uncle Huang, who was wearing a yellow robe and was the first in the world. Contaminated with a lot of problems, although the two people have different identities, their temperament is more or less the same, but they have a little sympathy for the disease, they are both mothers and no fathers.

Hellen sighed, quilted him, and patted him softly like a kid: "I shouldn't have said these words, don't be too sad, too. The old Lord's departure is actually true of him. After being relieved and cooking the funeral, I went back to the palace with me, and it was no different from the past. "

Jing Qi did not squeak, but just looked at the teenager's side quietly.

At this time, the two were helpless. When they were young, they grew up in one place. The relationship could not be said to be indifferent, but then they died.

Jing Qi was surprised to find that when he was sitting by the side of Naihe Bridge waiting for this person, the kind of love-hate and unbearable mind seemed to be dissipated, and his chest was empty.

Helien saw that he was wearing a pair of large glasses that had been burned with water and looked confused. He couldn't help but put a finger on his forehead and said, "Bei Yuan?"

Jing Qi blinked: "Ah ... yes, I know."

"What do you know?" Helianchi laughed at all, just came in safely holding the medicine bowl, he took it in hand, told him to stand aside, hold Jing Qi personally, to feed him to drink.

The teenager's body came with a warm breath when he came over. Jing Qi had too much time to think about it and wanted to avoid it subconsciously. He couldn't help leaning back, his whole body collapsed, and he raised an arm to block it. In front of me.

After doing this, he remembered that he hadn't had a fight with Helian Pu at this time. It was just when he was young and friendly. This strict guard posture was really over, and he just felt that his mind was burning. , Like a paste inside, the memories of previous lives and the situation of this life mess up.

But Hellen did not think much. When he saw his face folded back, thinking he was unwilling to take medicine, he forced his neck around and laughed, "Hide what? How old are you? Take medicine? "

Jingqi hurriedly descended the donkey, busy making a fearful and unwilling to take medicine, glanced into the dark medicine bowl, looked up at Helianji, and continued to retract.

Helianchi lowered his head and tasted a small sip of his medicine, then turned to Ping An and said, "Go and bring some preserves to your family."

I do n’t know why Ping An is afraid that His Royal Highness, who is drunk with the wind and rain, is afraid of nonsense, and responds in a hurry, bringing the candied fruit on the small table.

He Lianchi coaxed Jing Qi and said, "I have tasted it, if it is not bitter, just take a few sips, and I will give you candied fruit after drinking, okay?"

Jing Qi rose into a goosebump, and immediately understood what "heart is". He silently grabbed one side of the pill and drank it in the hands of Helianji.

I spoke a few words with and without Helianji, most of whom Helianji knocked side by side to persuade, Jing Qi dealt with the heartfeltly, there are some sleep aids in the medicine, and after drinking it, he felt that his eyelids were a bit heavy. Helien, sitting next to his bed, whispered, "You sleep, I see you fall asleep before you go."

Jing Qi closed his eyes cooperatively, and only heard the man sigh.

Of course, he knew why Helianchi sighed, the queen died early, and the emperor was interested in everything except governing the country. The princes and princes used dogs and dogs for their life's fun and career. The ministers fought each other smarter and stronger. A mess is not on the wall, the level of waste is stunning.

If Helian really did what he did, it would be polite, but he wasn't.

No one knows this better than Jing Qi. This man has thousands of miles in his chest. He was a man who was destined to rise to the top of his life. Sometimes Jing Qi even suspected that the greatest joy of his life was to hear that the flat-haired beasts in the study had scolded all the emperors. It was the size of the **** that stepped on to make such a prince.

The room was silent, and Helian stunned her with a scent of incense. Jing Qi was confused for a moment, and she fell asleep no matter what it was. She was awakened by peace in the evening, sweating and burning Has retreated, and people are more awake.

This is the first seven nights of the old man. The guests have already been taken care of. The guests are gone now. The filial piety must guard the Lingtang. Jing Qi Cao Cao grass washed up, and then stood up steadily, and reached out to help in peace. Jing Qi waved his hand: "No, I'm fine, take your way."

There was a gloomy atmosphere in the hall. A large white lantern hung at the door. When the wind blew, it shuddered and went straight to the dreary. The old housekeeper waited there early, and prepared the incense, paper, and candle.

When he saw him coming, he was asked to bring the fox fur and let him wear it at night.

Jing Qi had cast fox tires and suffered from skin cramps. One of the things deserved it very well, and it was not good to dismiss the old housekeeper's face. He frowned slightly. He still stood still and called the old housekeeper. Cover him with both hands.

Then he stretched out his little hand and snatched it a few times on the top. He said that he was bitter to the brother. I will give you one more copy of the paper tonight, so that you can take it. The skin is alive.

The old housekeeper took Jing Qi's small hand, brought him to the spiritual position, and leaned down and said, "Little lord, give the old lord a head, and you will be the master of this palace."

The old man's helplessness came from his face. Jing Qi knelt down with his hands, and gave a few heads to the cheap father Wang who had forgotten to be round and flat.

The first seven are the days when Wandering Soul returns. He does n’t know the old man who was chasing his dead wife and still remembers that there is a son in the world. He also does n’t know that he has returned to the sun now. The charm of the underworld, with a little thought in mind.

Although there is no feeling, but now I have to live again, see some old people, in the end ... always good.

When this happened, a little sister-in-law came in and said that the general Pingxi came to visit, and the old housekeeper went to look at Jing Qi, Jing Qi Yi Yi, and busy: "Hurry up." There was some excitement between the words.

This Pingxi general Feng Yuanji was one of the few friends when the old grandfather was alive. Jing Qi had to call him a master, and that half of the effort was enlightened by General Feng.

For a moment, a strong man walked in with meteors, and Ping An followed in a trot.

Jing Qi knew that he was not accustomed to seeing him, but he did not salute him, but smiled slightly bitterly-he remembered clearly that Feng Yuanji's life was almost over.

Feng Yuanji thought he was his father's new funeral, and sighed. A large fan-like hand reached over and touched his head. He said, "Bitter you." Then he worshipped at the spirit of the old king, Jing Qi Then he repaid and said to Ping An, "Bring a futon to the general."

The old housekeeper opened his mouth: "This ..."

Jing Qi waved his hand: "Maybe, just bring it, you all go down, I talk to the general."

The old housekeeper has been loyal to Wangfu for a whole life, and the rule has always been the most. Although Jingqi was only ten years old this year, in his heart, the old master was gone, and the little master said nothing. In the end, he said nothing and bowed back .

There was only a brazier and two people left in the hall. Feng Yuanji was sitting on the futon with his buttocks. He was a rough man who would only fight. After thinking about it for a long time, I did n’t know how to say it. Somewhat awkwardly said, "Mingzhe, the old boy, is alive It's no good, now it's gone, you ... you have a little body like paper, you have to take care of yourself. "

Jing Qi raised his corner of the mouth with a smile, stretched his legs, and sat relaxed on the ground. There was one stack of paper money thrown into the brazier: "I'm fine, but you are leaving Beijing, right?"

Feng Yuanji froze and looked up at him: "How do you know?"

The author has something to say: it ’s not worse today. The exam is coming. After four hours, the logic is completely dead. ==