Lord Seventh

Chapter Twelve Copper Iron

Jing Qi was stuck in the palace for four or five years. Although both ears have been listening to events outside the window, and he has not read the sage book with one heart, the people outside are not at all obsessed with this door. Legend has been deeply favored by the emperor. Little Wang Ye is still unfamiliar.

He originally belonged to the kind of person who didn't get much peace. He was reincarnationed into the seventh generation. In the world, he added up for a total of only forty years, and the rest of the hundreds of years. Grind it out, otherwise if he came from the first life, even if people misunderstand him, the fox fairy leaned down, it would be difficult to live in seclusion in the palace for so long.

Counting that he was already fifteen years old at this time, he could go to the court to listen to politics. He was not a young child. He was stupefied, and occasionally spoke well. Others would not be too surprised, so he was screamed. Then he came out of the boat.

Wuxi really lived up to expectations, seized every opportunity to repay others, and "the two do not owe each other" seems to be the only realm he has pursued for several years. After less than a cup of tea time, I heard someone report that the southern Xinjiang witch Child visit.

Helianchi stretched out his hand and poked on his shoulder, and smiled: "You look so much bigger than my second emperor, who digs out to please others."

Jing Qi shook his hand holding the tea bowl, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at He Lianji. When he saw that he was just joking and had no other meaning, he let his heart down and laughed at himself, too, and said casually: " Neighbors and neighbors, a dog hit his door every day, and it was time to open the door and throw a bun, so I would ask when His Royal Highness was there, and he would n’t even give that point. "

Hellen gave him a sideways glance, and then bounced his head a little, and cursed with a smile: "What's nonsense?" Get up and dress up, "Go, let me see this magical witch boy who can't see you."

Wuxi actually regretted it as soon as he went out, but unfortunately he has returned to peace. For him, do n’t care who promised it, as long as it is promised, it will be done by death. The other guard, Nu Aha, went to the palace.

The king of Nanning was the first king of a different name in Daqing. When the emperor was peaceful, he and Jing Qi's grandfather Jing Rui were acquainted with each other. Later, Jing Rui died for the emperor. The emperor felt his loyalty and raised him up. Sealed the king again. Jing Yuyu and He Lianpei grew up together from a young age, but they were not the same, but they are still confidants. It is said that the princess that Jing Yuyu married was also the sweetheart of He Lianpei.

Later, the Zhijia people were absent from their own hearts, and they were so generous to personally marry the two, which was also a kind of affectionate story.

Therefore, the Nanning Palace was built to the specifications of the Prince. In Wuxi's eyes, it is a word-big.

Heading from north to south, the two doors are wide, the courtyard is extremely deep, the pavilions are full of rockery, the walls are tall, the front hall, the back bedroom, the back room and the east and west hall are all available. If no one is leading, I am afraid that I will get lost in it .

Although Witch Boy's Proton House is not far from the Royal Palace, it is also close to the Imperial City, but because of his embarrassing status and hurried placement, he looks a lot shabby.

But after entering the palace for a while, Wuxi discovered that the palace was large, but it was very quiet inside, except for the occasional bird calls that didn't have time to fly away, and the water in the courtyard stream rang, almost no human voice could be heard. However, there were only a few rough men who cleaned the courtyard. They were not surprised when they saw him. They all stopped his work, saluted him, stood aside, and waited for what he should do after he passed.

Quite insulting.

They brought them in, a sixteen or seven-year-old boy, with a pair of smiling eyes, thin and small, but very clever, watching Wuxi quietly looking at the Wangfu all the way, he opened a conversation box, what is here, where What did it do? The tree dropped a lot of leaves and the master would not let it sweep. Although the weeds over there were fierce, the master said that he would not pull out if he had a mood.

Lively and not noisy, Wu Xi's face under the veil relaxed with him.

He didn't wait long, as soon as the tea came up, he saw two people walking in one after the other.

The one who walked ahead had a weak crown age, with a proper smile on his face, and looked forward to the spirits and extraordinary atmosphere. When he saw him, he arched his hand first: "It has been a few years since the witch boy came to my Daqing. Visited, sinned. "

Wuxi froze a bit, stood up subconsciously, and knew in his heart that this was the Prince of Daqing, and the future emperor.

He was not seen, but he was not impressed. It seemed that this young man rarely spoke in front of everyone, and had no pomp. He was not very conspicuous and polite to others, but not like the great prince Helian. Zhao is so high-spirited, as if he is already the future master of this country.

He nodded, and made a ritual with the southern courtesy: "His Royal Highness."

——I am not familiar with it anymore, I don't know what to say anymore.

Helian was stunned, and said that the southern Xinjiang witch boy was a bit lonely and weird. When he saw someone, he would say hello, not even a few words, just so cold and standing like a wood.

Jing Qi smoked at the corner of his mouth and did not squeak, but politely arched at Wuxi, stood aside, listening to Helian's unilateral greeting, and Wuxi Muran's occasional response to see how Helian's long-sleeved good dance played on the cow Fortunately, the weather felt fine.

The three of them went out, got on the horse, and went to the Lu University scholars together.

He Lianhe and Wuxi walked side by side, and Jing Qi was slightly in the back half of the horse's body, quietly garnished, not very speaking.

Helianchi was a little bit confused about what this witch boy meant. Lu University scholars are the heads of today's literati. Although they are old and have already fallen into love, they will return to their hometowns. After all, they were all under the influence of the Daqing Dynasty, which affected the Daqing Dynasty. It is conceivable.

Today, his name is Guoshou, and the big guy also knew in his heart that this was to leave Beijing to return to his hometown to take care of himself and retire, and it was considered a farewell. Anyone who looks a little bit faced in North Korea is here.

At this time, the witch boy would not have to go, but not only did he show up, but he also came along with him all the way. This is what He Lianqi saw, what would he think?

But ... Helianji tilted his head and looked at the man walking beside him, but since he was so easily called by Beiyuan, shouldn't he be close?

Why is attitude so perfunctory?

Hellendar was amazed, wondering what the man meant. Jing Qizao understood his small movements at a glance, and saw what he was thinking in his heart. He couldn't help lowering his head slightly and covering his face with a bit of patience.

——It turns out that His Royal Highness was actually thinking too much.

Although He Lianpei invited Wuxi for a western seat, which serious taxi doctor wants to be a master of such people? In case he accidentally annoyed him again, wouldn't he be trying to make something as degrading as Jian Jianzong?

Later, it was easy to arrange a young Hanlin in the past. As soon as he entered Wutong Mansion, he was scared of half his life by poisoning him from all over the house. He trembled into the house, and a slash of green on the beam A small snake with a thick finger came and was so frightened that he nearly doubled his eyes and almost went to see Xiansheng.

No one dared to come to the door again. He Lianpei had no one to sue. He could not help but send a batch of books to the past to make the witch learn by himself.

It can be seen that Wuxi is also not very diligent. When Helen Pengwen was very polite, he didn't understand much. He only knew that although it was good words, few words were not obsolete. They are not malicious, and it is not bad to ignore them. They just agreed there, nodded when they heard the question and the statement, and then said "good" when they heard the emotion.

Jing Qi looked very interesting while watching, but Wuxi suddenly turned around and said seriously: "The things you sent me a few days ago are very good, I haven't thank you yet."

Jing Qi busy said: "But some objects are not enough, if you can understand the homesickness of the witch child, it is also a virtue."

Wuxi thought about it and said, "I'm at home ... not playing with these."

Jing Qi calmly pretended that he could not help a moment. I just listened to Wuxi and said, "Anyway, thank you." Turned his head and stopped talking.

Jing Qi felt that this little bunny had grown so big and hadn't grown a bit, it was very unlovable.

No matter what, Helien Wong was a prince, there was no reason to wait for the guests early. When the three stepped into Lufu, the guests from all walks of life were almost there. When they saw the three, even the host, They couldn't help but hesitated for a moment. The voice of the low-talk in the crowd was lowered for a while, and their eyes were focused on Helianyu and Wuxi.

Helianchi was at ease, but Wuxi felt that so many people were staring at him--with the look of surprise, temptation, thoughtfulness, and sudden realization--that was uncomfortable. He couldn't see his face under the veil, but hesitated slightly under his feet.

He Lianqi's mouth was mechanically involved, and she lowered her head slightly, pretending not to see He Lianzhao's gaze like a joke, her hand holding the glass tight.

The scholar of Lu Renqing Lu University was busy leading everyone to the ceremony, and said to Helian: "See His Royal Highness, how lucky the old minister is to be there!"

He Lianji gave him a help in the hand, and said in the mouth, "Don't dare, in front of Lu Lao, Gu is just a post-school, but it's too late, sorry."

He glimpsed Lu Renqing secretly looking at Wuxi, then pointed to Wuxi sideways: "Lu Lao's face is not small, look who is this?"

Lu Renqing saw that Wuxi was also a bit big. The reputation of this witch boy was a bit ... But the people brought by His Royal Highness were not good enough to give face, and fisted: "It is rare to see the witch boy. Brilliant. "

Wuxi had no impression of this old man, and was designed by Jingqi. He didn't know who he was and didn't say anything. He nodded, put his hands on his chest, and performed a ceremony to see the elders.

Lu Renqing only said that he was arrogant and rude, but he was not happy, but he was not good at it. He glanced at Jing Qi, who was standing quietly, and quickly found himself a step down, and said, "This is ... Little Wang Ye!"

Jing Qi said with a smile: "It is difficult for Lu Lao to remember his juniors."

"Why don't you remember?" It ’s good to know that there is a comparison. At this time, Lu Renqing felt that the smiling Qi Jing and the cold Wuxi looked particularly cute, so he was very enthusiastic and authentic. Junlang, be Daqing Junjie for me! "

Helianchi lowered his gaze, and Jing Qi still talked to the University of Lu University chucklingly, thinking at the same time-Lu Lao, are your old eyes dizzy?

Lu Renqing led the three to the upper seat, but others didn't say anything, but He Lianqi stood up with a chilly smile on his face.

Jing Qi stepped in a footstep, and quietly reached out, grabbing Wuxi's clothing corner.

The author has something to say: these few days ... well, there are some things, so there was an update yesterday-covering my face ...

I came back today from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and I especially want to know how the phrase "medicine to cure" was invented in ancient times. Please call me Medicine Jar Zijun.