Lord Seventh - Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Jing Qi didn’t seem to know this person. He didn’t remember it for a long time, only staring at He Lianhe.

Helien chuckled softly: “Why, look so dumb?”

Jing Qi opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Helian raised his hand and lowered it, and cut off, “Gu is not talking to you-although a witch boy is a proton, he can be of his grade, Since you were received by your father, you shouldn’t be too shabby when you go, so I’ll send you off. “

He took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, whispering: “At present, the emperor looks like this, he can’t get away with himself, I’m afraid that others are not of enough grade, … you start as soon as possible.”

He Lienyan raised her eyes and stood at the side of Yu Kui. Yu Kui immediately reacted and held an imperial edict with both hands. Jing Qi reflexively stood up and knelt down.

Helianchi himself took the imperial edict and handed it to him, saying: “This is also the meaning of the father, so that you can send the witch boy for a ride. The old man’s intention is lonely, and he will go back earlier and take care Yes.”

Jing Qi frowned gently: “His Royal Highness …”

Hellen facelessly held the imperial decree: “Why, are you still resisting at this time?”

He Lianpei had long been unaware of personnel. What was his purpose?

He Lianchi remembered that at that time in the backyard of the palace, he heard Wu Xi’s horrifying declaration, as if it were yesterday. He was still ridiculous at that time, thinking that Wu Xi was daydreaming, grandly celebrating King Nanning, and a poor and remote place. What’s the relationship between the foreigners coming?

At that time, he only really felt that, except for the river on the moon, where in the world was rich enough to feed that person and support him well? It now seems ridiculous. The world is impermanent, and there are still waves on the ground, let alone a troubled world?

The North Korea can use the best, and it’s possible to fold in Gansu as many as possible, and to dispatch troops from the southern Xinjiang station and the Guangdong and Guangxi areas. Is that a monkey year? How could the Wage Jackal Wolf Division who traveled thousands of days give them this time? The battle in Beijing was mostly a dead end.

Suddenly, Helianchi wanted to understand that no matter whether this person was related to himself or not, he was so profound and inexplicable that he put him in the softest place in his heart.

How can he bear it … how can he watch him fall into the hands of foreigners with the bustling city?

He is such a man like Zhilan Yushu and Xixian, and he should change his drink lightly and live this life without worry.

Although the southern Xinjiang is far away, after all, the witch boy is the big witch of the future, and he should not be treated too badly. Although the clouds and smoke are suffocating there, I heard that there are beautiful women in Qingshan. He Lianhe kept his voice low, for fear of raising it slightly, he would bring out the taste of choking, could not control his own non-personal tone, and said coldly, “continue.”

Jing Qi looked up at him with a complex look.

He Lianchi looked away from her—cutting away, thinking that she was about to give it up, and her heart was like a knife cut, and her raised hand began to tremble slightly: “Jingbeiyuan, take over!”

Jing Qi closed his eyes gently, slowly reached out his hands, and took the edict with both hands.

Hellendar kept watching his leaving back to the invisible place, and then he fell on the dragon’s chair like a force. Shrinking, her shoulders arched and her face was buried in her arms. The dragon’s chair was wide and brilliant, exuding the pearly brilliance of coldness and slaughter, which made him thinner and thinner.

Yu Kuimo stood silently, looked at the person, swallowed back with a sigh.

Jingqi went back to the house, headed straight for the study, holding on to the humble old cabinet in a corner, stood silently for a while, opened the three locks with the key on his body, threw the imperial edict, and took it out. Small bottles.

Then turned around and walked out.

The moment he turned around, the solemn, hollow, and mask-like face on his face disappeared with a light swipe, and no trace was left. It was still a little smiley, full of injustice. Face.

Since Jingqi was announced into the palace in the middle of the night on that day, Wuxi knew that something had happened. The palace was surprisingly quiet for a few days, and Zhou Zishu, who came to drink frequently, and others have not appeared for a long time. Jing Qi himself also came and hurried, leaving the palace early in the morning, and sometimes the lantern-holders did not return.

At this moment, it wasn’t dark, Wuxi was practicing in the yard, and Jing Qi was dismissed, and he walked in without making a sound, but leaning against a big tree, holding his hands on his chest, and watching.

Wuxi was very focused while practicing. Jing Qi likes his unscrupulous look the most. It seems that when the sky collapses, he ignores it. When he does anything, he only has something in his heart. Even when he is practicing martial arts, he is inexplicably given a person. He is “still”. feel.

Because quiet.

Only half an hour later, he took the effort, looked up and saw Jing Qi, and a smile appeared on his face. His smile was so real that people could see it, and he couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Wuxi came over and asked, “Why is it so early today?”

Jing Qi raised his eyebrows: “The prince chopped down all the people who were moving the capital, and no one quarreled.”

Wu Xishen, quite agree with this, so nodded: “If it were me, they would have been chopped long ago. How can there be a fight before the battle has been fought?”

His concerns are limited, only related to southern Xinjiang, and people are more limited, only to the immediate one. It is unclear how many people there are in the military camp near the capital. It is not clear how many people are reliable. Not many people are still really optimistic.

Jing Qi did not intend to explain, and then nodded and smiled: “You and the two have very similar ideas. In the future, Daqing and South Xinjiang will have to fight each other.”

He was talking, but his eyes were staring at Wuxi without blinking. He already had double peach eyes. When he looked at people like this, he couldn’t say anything. Wuxi only felt his eyes. As if there were small hooks, the people were so excited that they coughed, “… how do you think of me like that?”

Jing Qi laughed silently, her eyes bent slightly, because her eyelashes were thick, her eyeliner seemed to be traced by ink. A few days ago, the heavy rain fell on the Jingcheng field. It was early autumn and the weather was slightly cold. However, he was still dressed in summer. The button on the neckline jumped open or was not fastened, revealing a particularly white neck.

Wuxi felt a sudden twitching of his heart, and then felt his mouth dry.

Jing Qi suddenly stretched out his hand, raised his chin with two fingers, and moved closer, like a little girl, saying lowly: “Look at you … it looks good.”

Wuxi stepped back, crying and laughing, and screamed lowly, “Don’t make trouble in Beiyuan.”

Jing Qi laughed lowly, and stretched his arms over his waist. The positions of the two quickly changed. Wu Xi’s back rested on the trunk, and there was nowhere to go back. Jing Qi was almost on his body. Gently pinching his chin, dragging a long tone and laughing: “Who is threatening to say that everyone I like will be killed without leaving any space? What a shame?”

No one can press a beloved person on a big tree, and he can’t stand such arousal, not to mention a young man like Wuxi who knows what is love and who is still unclear. He only feels his blood fluttering on the ground and is cramped. Di even speaks a bit unfavorably, with nothing left in his mind, he can only say: “Beijing … don’t make trouble.”

Jing Qi’s eyes flowed, his fingertips fiddled with the hair of Wuxi’s horns, and aimed at his neckline, pressing down the sound, almost against Wuxi’s ear, “Because of your threat, I’m afraid of bleeding. The ruler … I do n’t know how many days I have slept in the cold quilt without anyone’s warmth. The witch boy is so kind, so he does n’t even have compensation? ”

With a bang in Wuxi’s mind, he barely stuttered and said a sentence: “North, North Yuan, … wrong, not officially married, no, it shouldn’t be.”

Jing Qi was stunned for a moment before he could reflect what he meant. Finally, he broke power and lay on the shoulder of Wuxi and laughed.

How could there be such a wonderful work in the world, and how could such a person be met by him? Jing Qi began to think that the master was compensating him, but after thinking about it, he felt that God was playing him a different way–

If you do n’t ask for help, you call love parting.

His laughter stopped suddenly, his head bowed, Wuxi could not see his look, but felt a little flustered, hesitated, holding Jing Qi’s shoulder, and asked, “How about Beiyuan?”

Jing Qi shook his head, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, suddenly touched his face, and asked straightly, “I want you, give it?”

Wuxi’s throat moved unnaturally, and for a while, there was a voice in her heart, which is not right, but under Jing Qi’s gaze that seemed to be confused, the voice became weaker and weaker, finally slowly Nodded.

Jing Qi laughed and bit his ear and said, “Go to your room at night.” Then he let go of him and turned away.

Wuxi stood there for a while, still felt a bit illusive, and drifted away with the same hands and feet. During dinner, he walked so badly that he lost two pairs of chopsticks. In the end, he even broke the bowl. He was afraid that he would not live in the royal palace. The slave Aha who came here to serve only thought that his witch was a middle evil. A face is sometimes dignified, sometimes red, and sometimes inexplicable smirks, which are extraordinarily weird.

It ’s so easy to eat a thrilling meal. I ’m afraid he did n’t even know what he ate. Wu Xi asked Nu Ah to bathe him in hot water early. Nu Ah asked in shock: “Witch boy, do n’t Do you practice? Do you have to rest so early? “

Wuxi replied, “You take a rest tonight, don’t worry about me.”

Nu Aha blinked and blinked, and then he was deemed to be evil.

The willow on the moon, Wuxi restlessly picked up a book, flipped from beginning to end, and didn’t know what to look at, like a horse-drawn carriage in his head. The darker the sky, the more inaccessible it is. I don’t know how long it has passed, suddenly The door squeaked from the outside and Wuxi looked up immediately.

I saw Jing Qi loosely approve a pearl-white robe with loose hair, and it seemed to have been washed and dried. He blinked anxiously at him, returned his hand to fasten the door, and walked towards him. Every time he took a step closer, Wuxi’s heartbeat went up a few minutes. When Jingqi leaned over and picked up the book in his arms and tossed it aside, Wuxi felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.