Lord Seventh

Chapter 23 But Disrespect

Jing Qi froze at that time, and Wuxi just reacted. It seemed that he had just said something wrong, and sincerely explained, "I'm not saying you look like a woman, but I just praise you for being good-looking."

Jing Qi drew a corner of his mouth and laughed, "Thank you very much for your compliment."

Wuxi felt inexplicably happy.

Jing Qi rolled his eyes, sat down, and waited for the auspiciousness to come and give Wuxi tea, and then asked, "There is something important to ask you, and it happened that you were here."

Wuxi nodded: "You ask." There was an endless expression of knowledge.

Jing Qi was a little surprised. He was a suspicious person, so he couldn't understand Wuxi's frankness. He was a little bit like a gentleman, but he couldn't help but try again: "You're not afraid of me Inquire about things like your secrets in southern Xinjiang? "

Wuxi said: "How can you have time and mind to care about that."

Jing Qishen thought that, and thought in surprise, it turned out that this small scale was a confidant before he nodded, and then he heard him say, "You have time to run out to eat, drink and have fun."

Jing Qi was silent, but Wu Xi laughed. A narrow, narrow smile suddenly appeared on his quiet face, and he became very vivid, saying, "What do you ask?"

In a word, Jing Qi suddenly felt that he was just making trouble out of no reason, so he reluctantly smiled. Then he said, "What were the assassins who were looking for the dead who met in the alley last time?"

Wuxi froze for a moment, the smile on his face gradually receded, and he was silent for a moment before he said, "Those people are called black witches. You know our southern Xinjiang is much hotter than here all year round. There are swamps everywhere, and the place is not small. Compared with your Daqing, there are not many people. Poisons run rampant. People at our place are more or less used to deal with those things with poison. Are you afraid of us because of this? "

Jing Qi swaggered: "Don't look at me and say, I'm not afraid."

As if to confirm what he said, the little purple sable "slipped" from the door and jumped to Jingqi's desk three or two times. Immediately, a few black footprints were left on the white rice paper, and then a little You're welcome, picking up a book and biting it up, Jing Qi said "ah", busy pinching his neck to hold it up, rescued the book from his mouth, and took out a square scarf from his arms. He wiped away his muddy claws waving wildly in the air, and then gently threw it on the table and told him to bite the pen and paper to play.

Wuxi frowned, and his voice was a bit cold: "Why is this little beast so pretentious here?"

The little sable who was having a good time then froze afterwards, carefully looking at Wuxi, opened his mouth, and grouped himself into a ball, squinting his eyes with this little one. . Jing Qi smiled with a temperament, hugged the sable, held his chin with his hand to play, and said, "Probably I think I'm better bullied ... well, you go on to talk about the black witch."

Wuxi then continued: "But our martial arts and domesticated poisons are used for self-defense, and they are not easy to be used casually, especially some big salamanders are extremely fierce, and they will never be taken out if they are not destroyed. Not to mention the use of these things to harm people for no reason is to ruin their lives. "

Jing Qi was familiar with these things. When he heard that, he immediately understood that the fundamental problem was nothing more than the so-called "orthodoxy" and the demon's extraterritorial power, and then asked: "According to you, the black witch family is Are you harming yourself casually? "

Wuxi nodded and said: "It is said that many years ago, a big wizard named Ruerha took a pair of twins as witches, one called Mugatu, and the other raised and taught the same things. Mugatu is kind-hearted, but he is obsessed with evil arts. What he learns is perfunctory. He likes to get into his room and make some extremely dangerous things. Of course, the great wizard Ruerha prefers Mugatu more. I wanted him to inherit his position. He was jealous of Mugato and wanted to kill him. He didn't expect that he wouldn't get backfired so that people wouldn't be ghosts or ghosts. Rulha turned his anger into anger. He was banished. "

Jing Qi smiled a little, without interruption, and his mind was not sure what was going on at the time. The legend is that the loser is the king and the loser is the pirate. This legend also speaks of deceiving the simple people in remote areas. Obviously, Mugatu has more eyes and minds. It is estimated that the amount of learning is too much. People are a little wooden, and they are framed so that no one is ghosts or ghosts.

Wuxi continued: "But the forehead didn't die. He lived in the forest, full of resentment and ability, so he established the tribe of witches. Followers of him are all devotees of witchcraft. So since then, As a rule, there must be only one witch heir to every great wizard. "

Jing Qishen thought so, and thought it was even more right, obviously not to prevent the children from getting worse, but to prevent the children from killing each other, and asked, "Is the black witch very shy with you?"

Wuxi shook his head: "No, I heard that two decades ago, there was a big conflict between the black witch family and us. The big wizard brought people to defeat them, and they have been driving the people of the black witch to poison. Here, the black witches disappeared for a long time. I thought they were dead, but I didn't expect ... "

Jing Qi groaned silently, and Wuxi didn't bother him. For a moment, Jing Qi called in safely, saying: "Run for me last week, and ask who the South Xinjiang Guards are stationed in and what they are doing."

Ping An took the lead. Obviously in recent days, he had a lot of opportunities to deal with Zhou Zishu, and he was used to it.

Wuxi could not help asking: "Is it Zhou Zishu?"

Jing Qi laughed: "It's him. Ask him something. He can't be wrong."

Wuxi nodded, no longer asking, and the sky was dark, then he said, "Are you going to take a nap? Then I'll go back."

Jing Qi waved his hand and said, "I'm not going to sleep. I'll go out for a while. Do you have anything to do when you go back?"

Wuxi nodded and said, "I practice."

Jing Qi glanced at him: "Don't all the practitioners work harder or later, why are you doing this?"

Wuxi said: "I practice in the morning and evening. Except for sleeping at two hours a day, if you don't tell me to go out, I will practice all day."

Jing Qi stared at him for a while, and suddenly he became filthy, half a moment before he coughed: "You ... hey, why didn't you say that earlier, knowing that you've delayed your time and effort, I won't tell you to go out and play."

Wuxi smiled: "It's okay. When you asked me to go out, I was able to see a lot of things I haven't seen before, and I was very happy."

Jingqi couldn't help asking, "What are you doing so desperately?"

Wuxi smiled and didn't answer this time. Jing Qi noticed that the child seemed to have grown a little bit more recently, and the lines on his face were a little tougher. At first glance, almost some men looked like black eyes. This kind of particularly firm thing, the anger and resentment were almost invisible at first, so only firmness remained.

Jingqi realized for the first time that this stubborn little guy would not be something in the pool in the future. He sighed and asked blurtly, "I'll go to the Prince's House in a while, will you be with me?"

Sure enough, Wuxi froze for a while, then shook his head and left in silence.

Jing Qi secretly sighed, but is today's imperial capital really able to tolerate such pure love and hate?

He Lianzhao began to receive Jing Qi's worship, and he has been wondering what this is for.

He and King Nanning have no friendship at all. After all, when Jing Qi entered the palace, he had already established a family and built a government. Occasionally he rushed into the palace to meet him, and he ended up with the impression of "the youngest little follower".

Turning her head to the girl who stood by, "Go and call Zhuo butler."

Zhuo Silai, the housekeeper of the Grand Prince ’s House, was a housekeeper in name. In fact, it was his first staff member. He was eight feet tall and handsome in appearance. When he first saw this man, He Lianzhao could not help but look at him twice. Even more commendable is that this Zhuo Silai is not an embroidered pillow. When he planned and studied the history of the classics, he had the idea of ​​soliciting, but unfortunately he was born in Shangjia.

Daqing Light Commerce regards this as a junior, stipulating that the children of businessmen are not allowed to enter the government, so they simply take care of them.

There is no other problem with this person, only one is not good, but it is slightly romantic, which is nothing in He Lianzhao's eyes, but often laughs at him.

After a while, Zhuo Silai came in, and somehow, He Lianzhao noticed that Zhuo Silai's eyes were a little blue, and his face was obviously dark, and he asked: "Looking at his face, what's wrong? ? "

Zhuo Silai stopped talking, and finally swallowed the words, only shook his head, and whispered, "Why not worry, Your Royal Highness? Why is Your Highness coming to me?"

He Lianzhao pushed Jing Qi's worship post forward and motioned him to take a look. Zhuo Si came over and looked at it in ten lines. He wondered: "Wang Jing Beiyuan in Nanning?"

He Lianzhao nodded: "I'm afraid you haven't seen it before. Well, if you look good, you can get in your eyes."

Zhuo Silai knew that His Royal Highness was running on himself again, with a bitter smile: "Your Highness doesn't know me, it's not good for that. Why, what is this rare guest doing?"

He Lianzhao shook his head, holding his chin, and narrowed his eyes: "He will come a while, and you can also look at it, to see what this little king is all about."

When the afternoon came, Jing Qi came. Of course, not only did he come, he also brought a silver ticket with a thousand and two, and handed the silver ticket to Helianzhao very straightforwardly.

He Lianzhao froze, didn't answer, and didn't push: "Master, what do you mean?"

Jing Qi's face was stretched, and he was not gentle and polite on weekdays. He simply said: "The Ministry of the Highness is in charge of His Royal Highness. Beiyuan has no other meaning, but to buy money with you."

He Lianzhao looked at the boy as if the anger was not too small, so he invited him to sit down and asked people to have tea. He laughed, "Why, there is still someone in my household who can offend the king? If this court official is wrong, Owned national law and family rules, Wang Ye took a thousand and two silver tickets in front of me and wanted to buy a life ... This, Zhuo steward, wouldn't the government do such a business? "

Zhuo Si nodded and said yes.

Looking at Jingqi again, his face was a little whitish, and he spoke very quickly: "His Royal Highness, the book of the family, Cai Jianxing, mediocrity, mediocrity, and inaction. What ’s the use of the maggots in the court? I know I ca n’t pull my face under the palace, it ’s not ... ”

His brow frowned, and he swallowed the words behind him, and glanced at the ground, anxious that he had swallowed the book of the family department, Cai Jianxing.

He Lianzhao was stunned. Although he was in charge of the household, Cai Jianxing was not his man. The old man was slipping his head. Seeing the wind made the rudder's kung fu first-class. Everyone's **** was shooting, and no one was relying on him. Seeing that he was doing nothing, Zhao couldn't stop his way for a while, so he went by him. Who knew that because of him, Nanning King came to the door.

He squinted and looked at the sulking young man, wanting to see if he was real or not, and saw Jing Qi's hands pinching the tea cup tightly, the knuckles of his fingers became white, and only the romantic peach blossoms were felt on weekdays. His eyes were angered, and a little murderous was brought out.

I knew he was really angry, but just couldn't figure out why.

Zhuo Silai did often often find fireworks in alleys and mixed streets. He immediately remembered the recent anecdote, and leaned down, and simply explained the conflict between Jing Qihe Yunxing and Cai Jianxing's son Cai Yazhang.

He Lianzhao was happy as soon as he heard it, and turned back to Jing Qi said, "The fight for the young father is to treat you as a half son. It is the grandfather who has grown up and has been born these years, otherwise you should have called me a big brother. Beiyuan, tell your elder brother, what is going on? Then Cai Yaxing's son Cai Yazhang provoked you, isn't it?

Jing Qi lowered his head and did not speak.

He Lianzhao was so happy that if there was no interest, he would be eager to take some things to show that he was very capable. Looking at this young boy who was in his early years, thinking of the other party to ask for his own anger, the inexplicable even patiently tone. Asked again: "Is it?"

Jing Qi nodded dullly, a hand on his side clenched: "The dog slaves of the Cai family bully people too much."

Sure enough, He Lianzhao nodded, and then deliberately asked slowly: "How come I heard that you and Xiaohouye joined forces to slap Cai Gongzi?"

Jing Qi said angrily: "I wanted to let him go like that, who knows if the kid was scolded and grieved. Then I won't learn it, and I'm afraid he'll dirty his high ears."

He Lianzhao nodded, lowered his head and sipped the tea, and suddenly asked, "Does that girl look good?"

Jing Qi first raised his head and looked at him without a response. After a moment of reaction, a face turned pink even with ears.

He Lianzhao laughed, and stopped after a while, and pushed the silver ticket back to Jing Qi: "Then Cai Shangshu teaches his son no way, but we ca n’t use it for the sake of public affairs, do you mean it? If Cai Jianxing really does what you want Saying bullying and concealing the murderer, I need not say that I was the first to forgive him. But this court is a matter of the court, and it is a personal matter, not because of the children's personal affection, will it destroy the social platform, right? Take this back. "

Jing Qi whispered, "Yes, I see."

Instead of accepting the silver ticket, he said: "His Highness is claiming to be Big Brother. How can you be so stingy as a younger brother? There is no reason to give away the gift. I haven't given my nephews and nieces any money this year. His Royal Highness is not too small. "

There was a meaningful smile on Helien Zhao's face: "So, it's disrespectful."