After rebirth, the princess made and dragged

"Kid, what do you think is glory and wealth?" Qi Ming did not answer the boy's question, but suddenly asked.

"Prosperity and wealth means that you have no worries about food and clothing, and no one dares to bully you. You can do whatever you want." The young man answered matter-of-factly.

"Then do you think I lack food and clothing?" Qi Ming asked back.

"This..." The young man hesitated for a moment, and his eyes glanced at the furniture placed around him.

These furniture look very ordinary and unremarkable, but if you look closely you will find that these furniture are all red nanmu.

The young man didn't know him at all before, but in the past six months, he had the opportunity to learn from him, and he also learned that red nanmu is extremely expensive.

Because the breath it emits can make people calm and concentrate, and in the long run, it can also enhance their physical fitness.

It can be said that it is a real one or two thousand gold.

And the furniture in the entire Qi Mansion is made of this extremely expensive wood.

To describe it in one word, it is priceless.

The Twelve Prince thought for a long time and finally thought of a possibility.

The man who entered the palace with full confidence was killed by someone on the way.

His voice was small, even a little crying, but his eyes were firm, with an indomitable momentum: "That person has a strong personality, and when he sees you using my banner, he will definitely think that I still want that position.

.She will not allow me to do this, and will definitely send someone to kill me."

The corners of Qi Ming's lips curled up: "You're quite smart, but do you know that if you know too many people, they will die quickly?"

He was led by Qi Ming at the time, and he saw with his own eyes the assassin blowing a poisonous needle into the carriage.

Qi Ming paused slightly and suddenly smiled: "How do you want to help me?"

"You can call it a lie." Qi Ming's tone was casual and he didn't take it seriously.

The twelfth prince froze for a moment, and shouted without tears: "Master, it was you who asked me to guess."

"Think carefully until you figure it out." Qi Ming suddenly paused: "I can allow you to make a request to me."

What is even more intriguing is that Qi Ming's attitude towards these furniture is very bland, as if he is using these furniture made of extremely precious wood as ordinary furniture.

Qi Ming looked at the young man in front of him steadily, his expression gradually becoming serious: "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

An inconspicuous thing, as thin as a hair, killed Qin Song.

The man thought that he went to the palace to ascend the great treasure.

Qi Ming paused slightly while making tea. He turned his head and looked over, his eyes a little sharp: "Continue."

Teenagers often don't understand.

But the man in front of him is the master of Qi Mansion.

The twelfth prince took a deep breath: "I heard others say that you used to be an old man who worshiped the moon. Does that prince have anything to do with worshiping the moon?"

The young man didn't know what Qi Ming was thinking, so he whispered: "Master, you can use my banner for this disaster relief."

The young man breathed a huge sigh of relief and immediately showed a bright smile.

He frowned and began to think seriously.

"Master, I can help you." The twelfth prince suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed it with both hands, and said eagerly: "If you kill me, you have to work hard to bury me. It's too hard, and I still have to work hard."

If you have some status, killing me will bring you trouble. I am worth more alive than dead."

This time the person who was a little confused was Qi Ming.

As the hand came closer and closer, the Twelve Prince's breathing slowed down. At this moment, he felt that the hand seemed to be reaching towards his heart.

The other party had just mistakenly thought that he was going to kill him, but now he seemed to be safe, even though it was clearly not over yet.

His hands are slender and very beautiful. There are some calluses on the palms, but they do not affect the beauty of the hands.

"Master, isn't that prince's identity a bit special?"

A very casual sentence directly exposed the strong self-confidence in the man's heart.

Qi Ming reached out his hand happily.

The twelfth prince quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, you said it, I will take it seriously."

But the other party's attitude also shows one thing. The other party must be very rich, otherwise it wouldn't be such a plain attitude.

In his opinion, whether it is power or wealth, it is something he can easily obtain if he wants it.

"This is how Sixth Brother died."

The Twelve Prince also understood what he meant, and then became confused: "So, Master, what do you want?"

Qi Ming continued to ask with a smile: "With my ability, if I had started planning to become an official very early, where would I be now?"

The twelfth prince was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he thought of, but his eyes lit up instantly: "Master, is what you said true?"

What does his master want?

Qi Ming on the other side poured out the tea and made tea for himself again.

The young man shrank back: "I know."

But I didn’t expect that the beginning is the end.

"I will face endless assassinations. I know it, Master. I am willing to pave the way for him."

There was finally a hint of complexity in Qi Ming's eyes. He was used to being cold-hearted and would do whatever it took to achieve his goals, but now when faced with the young man's unremitting dedication, he felt a little bit ignorant.

"Good boy." He stretched out his hand and touched the other person's head, his voice rarely becoming gentler: "I will save your life."

The young man bared his teeth and smiled, revealing his leaky front teeth: "I believe Father Xi!"