Lord Seventh - Chapter 45

Chapter 45—Xing Yuejun

Jing Qi sighed softly, and stretched out his hand and wiped his face vigorously, and then slowly stood up: “What’s wrong with him?”

He looked at him in embarrassment, and soon after, Jing Qi understood that, because Wuxi not only broke in, but also stepped, almost planted in his arms.

A rush of wine rushed towards his face, Jing Qi frowned, Wu Xi struggling to grasp his sleeve while shaking, trying to stand up with his eyes half open, out of focus.

Nu Aha and Ai Lai chased behind, they stopped at almost the same time, you look at me and I look at you.

Aya Lai stretched out her finger, pointed at Wuxi, and looked at Nu Ah with an innocent and inquiring gaze. Nu Ah took down his ignorant finger and said, “Master, Witch There seems to be something unpleasant today. Drinking too much doesn’t mean to make trouble for you. “

Jing Qi fought a drunk who kept shaking and trying to break free of himself, one head turned into two big ones, and he said to me, isn’t that messy enough–this weight is not too light.

“What’s wrong?” Jing Qi asked distractedly while pressing Wuxi.

Wuxi struggled from his hand, while pulling his hand away, clutching his sleeves vigorously, he said vaguely, “Don’t help me … I can stand up, I can … can walk … “There are many words from the Waza tribe in southern Xinjiang behind, and they don’t know what he is mumbling about.

When he was awake, Jing Qi still couldn’t hold him, not to mention the brutal drunk now. Wuxi clutched his old and worn robe sleeve as if it was a railing. Jing Qi was almost dragged by him and pulled back. He “pulled” the robe sleeve from his elbow. Chu Shengsheng cracked.

Jing Qi rolled his eyes and said that this time the “broken sleeve” was really well deserved.

The sound of the cleft called Ai Lai and Nu Aha both struck a spirit, Wuxi seemed to be awake, his eyes were not so distracted, he stared at Jing Qi for a long time, and then asked, “North … Beiyuan? “

Jing Qi raised an eyebrow, and Pi Xiaorou said without a smile: “It’s hard to remember how old you are.”

Wuxi held his torn sleeves in his hands, and stood there for a long while, as if his consciousness could not be reacted. Looking at it, Jing Qixindao said that the weather was not warm anymore. Big eyes and small eyes were not a problem, so he patted him on the face with his back of his hand: “I said wake up-safe, go to the kitchen and give the witch a bowl of sober soup …”

Before he finished speaking, Wuxi grabbed his hand suddenly, the body temperature of the drunk was extremely high, and the palm of his hand was a little hot, only to listen to the drunk cat vaguely whispering: “I do n’t drink, I do n’t care, I Have something to tell you. “

Ai Lai turned her head to see Nu Aha again, and there was a vague sense of unpredictability. Nu Ahan glared at him-talk less, don’t do bad things.

“Xing Xing Xing, let’s go to the study and sit there. If you want to say anything, I will let you be safe …”

“You … you let them all out, I don’t have to take anything …” Wuxi took a step forward, almost kneeling with a soft body.

Jingqi quickly hurled his arms around him, and was tortured with laughter: “It will take two months to celebrate the New Year. What are you doing so kindly, I haven’t prepared a red envelope yet.”

Wuxi stumbled: “Let them all go … all go!”

Jing Qi’s heart was a mess, and his mind turned for a day without rest. This would have to do physical work, so he waved his hands to the right and left and said, “Hear no, the witch let you all go.” The head said to the two men, “If you are not assured, find a place to rest first-peace, and ask the kitchen to prepare a sober soup.”

“I said I don’t …”

“Good enough, don’t you drink, I’ll drink it myself, right?” Jing Qi put one arm on his shoulder and his arm passed under his ribs. He helped Wuxi into the study and took him to the chair. Once inside, it was straight up, and the weather in late autumn turned out to be a little sweaty.

Wu Xi shrank in his chair and stared at him with a smirk.

Jing Qi sighed again: “I owe it to any of you-drink tea at the head office?”

Wuxi snorted softly in his nose.

“The Puer is quite big.” Jing Qi cursed with a smile, “Ye has not waited for others to drink water.”

He turned around, picked up the teapot, sipped it, picked up a cup, sipped it, poured water on the ground, poured the tea again, and tried the temperature with the back of his hand, and turned away: “Wu … “

This turn scared him—it was only when he closed his eyes and raised his eyes that the study room light was already dim. Then Wuxi would not know when he was standing behind him silently, and his dark eyes did not blink. He looked at him calmly and calmly, and the pale face that was slightly pale on a weekdays was as dead as a shadow. There was a shadow under his eyelids, and his hair and clothes were messy, like he crawled out of the graveyard at midnight.

For a moment, Jing Qi felt like he was back at Yin Cao Di Fu. Going back to God, I couldn’t help but pat it on Wuxi’s forehead: “Suddenly you stand up to do something, and the timid one has to scare you to death.”

Put the tea cup in his hand again: “Drink.”

Wuxi took it obediently and drank his head, drank it, but looked away from Jing Qi’s face for a moment. After drinking, he knew to put the tea cup on the table. Jing Qi made him see the cold hair stand up, knowing that the drunk was irrational, and laughed and coaxed: “There is a small collapse behind the screen. You can lie down for a while and wake up and call someone. What a big deal? How yellow soup? Go, lie down, wait for the hangover soup to come, I call you, OK? “

Wuxi Road: “Not good.”

Jing Qi shook his head and patiently said, “What do you say?”

Wuxi said: “The emperor said to shut you down.”

He wouldn’t know if Jiu Jin had come up completely, or it had faded a bit. His tongue was not as big as it was just now, but his words were concise and his expressions were straight and narrowed. Jing Qi couldn’t figure out what he meant. So perfunctoryly said: “In just three months, after the New Year it will be almost …”

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Wuxi: “Because you said you wanted to marry a man.”

——Why do you even know this?

Jing Qi began to wonder. If he was released three months later, would the people in Manjing know that Daqing had a prodigal king like a fortune teller who walked the kiln, his smile couldn’t bear it, and he was a little embarrassed. : “Uh … I was deliberately angry at him, and besides, the emperor could not wait for me to rush off the offspring, he was so relieved …”

Wuxi’s brain probably hasn’t turned around, and he didn’t understand what he said, but just repeated it, saying, “You are going to marry a man, and Nu Ah told me that the person you said is a man.”

Jing Qigan laughed and said, “I didn’t say I would marry him.”

Wuxi swayed a bit, and made a mistake in his footsteps. He didn’t wait for Jing Qi to help him, so he stood still, and laughed strangely: “You say … you like …”

Wuxi generally doesn’t have much to say, and the tone is mostly low and deep, but this smile will be a bit like a night croak, and I felt a little cautious when I heard Jing Qi. I never saw it Such a difficult child to coax, seeing that he was shaking in the wind again, he stretched out his hand to pull his elbow: “You don’t work hard, where do you hear so many **** words, and …”

Before he said this, Wu Xi suddenly clasped his wrist. Jing Qi was excited. He bent sideways with his elbows subconsciously and banged into the middle of his chest. He was afraid of hurting him. Gently hesitated, forcing him to give up with a snoring moan, then withdrew his strength, and once again, his wrists were already red by Wuxi.

Jing Qi shook his head and found that he was still a bit difficult to deal with this drunkard alone, so he had to speak to others. Maybe Wuxi rushed over and the whole person hit him. He just threw him back three or four steps. His waist was on the corner of the desk, and he hissed softly: “You …”

Wuxi hugged him tightly with both hands, his chin resting on his shoulder, half of his body weight hanging on Jing Qi, his arms slowly moving downwards, just right where he just touched the corner of the table . Jingqi doesn’t need to look at it and knows that it must be green, and he couldn’t help but shouted and shouted: “You bunny, did you grow up eating iron **** … hiss, let go!”

Wuxi yelled at him even tighter, and whispered in his ear almost inaudibly: “I’m going to kill him …”

Jing Qiyi: “What did you say?”

Wuxi laughed. The laugh seemed to be in his throat, but he couldn’t stop. His voice was hoarse and mixed with crying sounds. Jing Qi made him laugh with goosebumps, only listening to him authentically. : “Whoever you like, I will kill whoever, I … I will take them to feed my snake, and when they die, you are mine … hehehehe … is mine …”

Jing Qi even forgot about the struggle at that time, but felt that his scalp was blown up and stood on the spot, just like letting Jiutian Shenlei hack.

Wuxi continued indifferently: “I want to … I want to take you back to South Xinjiang. You can’t like others. I’ll be nice to you, don’t like others, Beiyuan, you don’t like others … … “

He sprayed Jingqi’s neck with a strong breath of alcohol, and then almost followed his instinct, holding Jingqi tightly in his arms, panicking fiercely and biting his neck, the temperature of his body was like It was burning, Jing Qi turned back to God suddenly, and then pushed him away.

Wuxi had some instability. He pushed back a few steps as soon as he pushed it, and stopped when his back hit the door of the study. His body was soft, and slowly slid down the board, confused and not too much. The sober eyes looked like tears were condensed, but if you look closely, the eye sockets are dry, just reflecting the light, and the pure black eyes are full of sadness, as if you close your eyes and show them. Like.

Wuchi screamed: “Beiyuan … Beiyuan …” Then he couldn’t hold the chaos, closed his eyes and tilted his head.

Jing Qi then slowly raised his hand and covered the side of the neck that was bitten by Wuxi, only to feel his head as big as a fight, and his heart as numb.

For a long time, he stepped forward and leaned, holding Wuxi with some effort, and gently placed it on a small sink for rest after a screen in the study room. He pulled a piece of brocade to cover him, turned around, and instructed people to give it safely. He fed a bowl of hangover soup, and then told people to inform Alai Lai and Nu Aha to go back first, and went back to the room to change their wolf clothes.

The night was quiet, the moonlight melted, and the little boy’s expression sounded in front of him, quietly in the academy, under the willow tree, and the child meditated in a frowning and bewildering manner. The dust was vivid.

Only when he was a frank and unconfident friend, he never thought that he was such a mind, it was …

North Korea’s Zhongyun was erratic, and partisan battles never called Jing Qiyi half a minute, but because of this young boy’s drunken speech, he lost sleep for half a night.