MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 41 Blossoming

Chapter forty-one dark flowers bloom

"The way to advance and retreat is to advance when you retreat, and advance when you retreat." Jing Qi was loosely clothed with a pale cyan robe and his neckline was white, so that he woke up for a nap and didn't comb the trail. Hair is like ink, eyes are leaning on a recliner with half-opened eyes, nasal sounds are a little bit in the speech, the clarity in the teenager's voice has no idea when to start, little by little is grinded by time, one word at a time , Just like hitting people ’s hearts, "When everyone thinks you are going in, you have to take a few steps back, so that you do n’t block the way of someone who shouldn't be blocked. Everyone thinks that when you retreat, you But they have to go in, but it ’s called I'm going to go though ten million people. ”?

Wuxi stared at him dullly, apparently being distracted, Jingqi also lazily came to his mouth, and might go to sleep at any time. He didn't notice him at first, and didn't listen to him for a while, so he turned his head. Glancing at him: "What do you want?"

Wuxi froze a little, avoiding his gaze a bit, lowered his head slightly, and asked, "Is it like you?"

"Hmm ... Hmm?" Jing Qi opened his eyes slightly, "What happened to me?"

Wuxi Road: "When everyone else thinks you shouldn't go to Guangdong and Guangxi, you go, and when you come back, everyone else thinks you should take this opportunity to do something, but you did nothing, all the same as before."

Jing Qidao: "He Lianqi killed me when I went to Guangdong and Guangxi. It's over. If I don't come back to be my rich idler, what are you waiting for?"

Wuxi thought about it and shook his head: "You are not telling the truth."

Jing Qi was unsmiling, stood up, loosened his bones and stretched his waist, and the pear blossoms in the yard bloomed like snow, the frost was white when the wind blew, and a scent of cold fragrance fell on Jing On Qi Qi, Wuxi just felt that this person was like he came out of the painting. He couldn't help thinking of the poems he heard a few days ago, and blurted out: "Zuo Xixi, the son of the exile ..."

Jingqi didn't hear clearly and turned to look at him with some doubt: "What are you talking about?"

Wuxi shook his head, turned his head a little in a panic, and looked at the mottled courtyard wall. I just felt that there was a moist atmosphere like a moss wall in that corner. The person was in front of me, but some words were stronger. Suffering, suddenly a little wronged, so he whispered, "Tell me about 300 poems today?"

Wuxi has always been practical and practical. He usually only listens to those historical facts and conspiracies and governs the country. He is not willing to listen to his poems and poems. He does not intend to test for the first prize. He does not need to write articles well. The literary rhyme of Li Dian has always been heard by ears, not very attentive and understandable. ?

Jing Qi froze a bit, seeing him staring blankly at the root of the wall, his eyes seemed to be floating out, and a faint haze appeared between his stern and hard brows, and he couldn't help but smile and said The boy finally realized that Sichun was too old, so he asked, "Which segment do you want to listen to?"

"The hand that holds the child, the old one with the child."?

Yo, it really is. ?

Jing Qile was happy, but thought of something else, and did not point out, just said: "That is the song of sadness, you just remember the two sadst words in it."

Wuxi froze and looked back at him for unknown reasons.

Jing Qi gently held down the petals that fell on his shoulders, and slowly said, "Drumming and boring, enthusiastically using soldiers. The kingdom of the country, I went south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song. Not me Returning home is anxious—some wore yellow sand wearing battle armors, and there was one who would be succumbed to bones. Some people miss Loulan. They do n’t break or return, but most people would rather listen to a song in the night. "Falling Willows", the spring breeze is endless, and the love is endless. What this is saying is that in the land of vast oceans, a large army of soldiers came from the soup, Jin Ge iron horses, and war drums hissed, but there was such a person who looked back at the direction of the hometown and looked at Those who are alive around him, attacking one by one and returning home at night, think that the old man's thought of nostalgia for his hometown is dead. "

Wuxi didn't expect him to drag the topic to this, and for a moment didn't respond, he just listened slyly.

Jing Qi sighed, and then said: "Death and life are broad, talk with Zi Cheng, hold the hand, and grow old with Zi Zi. This is not what the generals who vowed to build a career say, nor is it possible to bury the body in anger. What Wan Tianzi said was just a small soldier. This life is destined to have no outstanding qualifications. I just look forward to spending a lifetime with the ordinary woman in the commoner's clothes, waiting for her to be washed clean. Wait, wait for her to be old, wait for her illness to sink, and lie down to find a three-foot tomb together. If there is a fate in the next life, then there will be good-byes, if there is no fate ... "

He paused for a long time before he said, "Xing, the people are suffering, dead, people are suffering. I shouldn't have said this, but dare to ask the witch boy, what if you return to southern Xinjiang?"

Wu Xi saw that his face was dangling from a normal face at this time, and his peace and emotion brought some indescribable deep meaning, and he felt that for a moment, he opened up with those familiar and intimate on this weekday. A distance from southern Xinjiang to Beijing. With a sour heart, his eyes dimmed instantly: "... I understand what you mean."

Since you are guarding me, why are you good to me?

Jing Qi was accustomed to seeing and looking at colors. After sweeping around his face, he knew what Wuxi was thinking, so he paused, sat across from him, spilled the herbal tea on the table, and gave himself and himself again. Wuxi continued on, holding his fingers crossed on the table, exhaled, and said, "What do you think of the prince?"

Wuxi froze, then felt a little sour, and said, "Natural is good, otherwise you wouldn't think of everything for him."

Jing Qi smiled: "But I'm afraid of him. His Royal Highness likes to run to me in the most difficult place in the Central Government, because my royal palace is quiet. In fact, I dare not talk to him so much that I don't bother him."

Wuxi frowned. In his impression, Jingqi didn't seem to be afraid of anything. Even the most horrific poisonous things in his government did not see any special reaction from him. Anyone can talk about it. With a smile, when I looked at him before, I felt that this person didn't take everything into consideration. Later, I gradually realized that he was tired and distressed, but he also believed that he was easy-going. Can't help but ask him, "Why are you afraid of him?"

"He is a prince. For more than 20 years, He Lianzhao has seen him. He has never given a gift, but he doesn't care, he still respects his brothers and brothers." Jing Qi shook his head. , He Lianqi was not greedy enough, and he was cruel and narrow. He was the only Crown Prince ... After he was crowned, he grew up with him like me from an early age, and he could not see his anger and sorrow, but never again Man knows his futuristic city better than me. How can you say that I am not afraid of him? "

Wuxi's brow tightened: "Since you don't like him, why should you help him?"

Jing Qiwei said, "I didn't say that I didn't like him. His Royal Highness Prince Jingtianwei Wenzhi Wugong, I have no reason not to like him-who else can I help if I don't help him? In this world of Daqing, who else can Stand up? Helien Zhao or Helien Qi? "

Wuxi racked his brains and found that he still couldn't understand the emotion-admiration, respect, being able to bow for a person, but afraid of that person, and he didn't even want to talk to him.

He always has a clear love and hate. He likes it likes, dislikes it. He does n’t know that there are many specious feelings in the world. He ca n’t figure out anything for a while. In terms of things, when he left, what did he finally say to me, what did he think, and what did he think? I think now, I still do n’t understand, the more I think, the more I think about it, think about it Go, and startled with fear. "

Wuxi puzzled: "Why do you want to ask him directly?"

Jing Qi dumbfounded, finally watching Wuxi couldn't help laughing, the haze and shadow on his face were all cleaned up with this smile, the wind was bright, and the sky was clear. ?

Although Wuxi didn't understand it, he still liked to laugh at him with such a loud voice. After a while, Jing Qi wiped the tears of laughter and patted Wuxi's shoulder, and said, "There is no doubt in my heart, I always admire you. Only then can I speak to you in southern Xinjiang, you don't have to Heart to heart, you are a witch boy in the southern Xinjiang, a future great wizard, how can you think about it, I am the King of Nanning in Daqing, naturally I have to plan for my Daqing people ... What is the relationship between you and me in a personal relationship? The steps are calculated for the Prince, but he does not want to be close to him. Although you are a foreigner, I recognize you as a friend. "

This is saying ... In his heart, he is far closer than His Royal Highness? Wuxi suddenly felt a light heart, and the whole person rejoiced as if he was about to float.

At this time, Jing Qi suddenly remembered what it was like. He came over and asked wryly: "The topic has just diverged, and I almost forgot. The witch boy specifically called me today for a poem. Zi Zi is old, but it ’s unusual, is it ... Whose fancy lady isn't it? "

He came together suddenly, close, and the neckline embroidered with sophisticated and complicated silver thread immediately seemed to have a faint scent. Wuxi knew that it was the smell of clothes in a cabinet with incense after washing. However, I always felt that the smell was on the person, and it smelled so slightly different, and suddenly missed two beats in my heart, staggering his eyes and not looking into his slightly drooping neckline.

Jing Qi thought he was right, and it was rare to see the young man in such an embarrassment. He immediately made a joke, put his elbows on his shoulders, and laughed, "Speaking of me, what is the relationship between us?" Even if I look after the emperor's princess, I can also tell you that the emperor might not be willing to marry you in southern Xinjiang. "

Wuxi shook off his hand and stood up in a "teng" state. His face didn't know if it was anxious, a thin layer of red halo floated on, staring at Jing Qi for a while, and then said nothing. Turn around and leave.

"Oh, I can't help but tease." Jing Qihao sat down and held up the tea bowl, "This stinky boy, anxious with me even after talking."? V

He smiled and called: "Peace, prepare me a car and go out."

Ping An promised to go down, and asked casually, "Where is the Lord now?"

"Huanghua Pavilion, I haven't been there for a few days. I think Minghua's tea is gone. Look at him."

Ping An's face collapsed immediately, and a bun-like face wrinkled: "Why does the master go to that dirty land again?"

"Why is it dirty?" Jing Qi casually said while letting his hair be auspicious, "There are wines, teas, and beauties. There is a better place for a sister-in-law like me? How dare the king be disobedient as a rich idler? "

Peace and worry.

Huanghua Pavilion-that's a place to be fair. In the hearts of ordinary people, I'm afraid that it's more unbearable than the Jade House and the Yuyu Building. ?

Why is Wang Ye's incompatibility worsening?

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