Lord Seventh

Chapter 25 Unbearable Looking Back

But it was a moment, Jing Qi adjusted his expression immediately, frowning like nothing, and asked impatiently: "What should I ask him to do so well with that boy, he still can't get a fart on his three feet? , A mouth still occasionally blocked my chest tightness and shortness of breath, and said something unpleasant, didn't it wipe out the highness of the Highness? "

"What disappointment, the child's family cares about a few words wrong, I am so indifferent?" He Lianzhao looked at him with a smile, "Why, Lord, don't I deserve to be called a witch boy?" "

——It's true.

Jing Qi scolded He Lianzhao from the beginning to the end. Isn't that nothing to eat when he's full and it seems that he really underestimated the extent to which He Lianzhao had to sell well. On his face, he still had to accompany a smiley face: "Isn't your Royal Highness saying that you are running on me? I can't afford to be charged with this crime. Go to the witch and say that Your Highness is here with me. Ask him to come and tell."

If there is anything else, Tianqi's basket Jingqi is not afraid, but Wuxi ... At this moment, Jingqi remembers that the child's brain hurts, so what a "axis" is. Although He Lianzhao loves flatteringly, King Nanning and the prince approached this thing, which all the people in Beijing know. Of course, in the eyes of the prince, the prince is not a concern. After all, there are still a few old politicians. Those who were cautious saved the temptation of Nawuxi.

Jing Qi was pretending to be indifferent on his face, but his mouth was bitter. For a moment, he thought about a lot of possible results that he thought were possible-for example, Wuxi simply couldn't pretend to die. For the reason, I was afraid that he would come. As soon as I met, I would say "I know you He Lianzhao, you are our great enemy", or you can just pull out his hook and kill him, and come and clean him ...

-He really can't do this. How can you avoid the hatred of life? Jing Qi and He Lianzhao and Zhuo Si are doing a heartless and heartless diversion, and their minds are turning sharply, and they start to wonder if Wuxi is really here and how it ends .

The Jade Emperor Guanyin Bodhisattva, the little ancestor of Wuxi, no longer expects you to turn your face, only hope that the way you turn your face will be a little euphemistic.

Fortunately, things like pushing cups and holding stinky feet each other have become his instincts. He used them for so many purposes, and the two did not notice that they were wrong.

After a while, he came back safely: "Your Highness, Lord Wang will wait a while, and the witch will come over."

He Lianzhao nodded, and Jing Qi's heart sank first.

After a while, I heard someone reported that the witch boy was here. Jing Qi took a look at it. Okay, it was the dress of three layers in the body and three layers in the body, anxious to take out his eyes, so the other half was lucky. My heart sank.

At any rate, King Nanning has also gone through a lot of wind and waves, and as soon as he was prepared for the worst, he immediately began to figure out the subsequent retreat and how to solve it. Thinking in his heart, the man stood up and stretched his hands across Wuxi: "You're in a hurry, come and see His Royal Highness."

On the surface, he pulled Wuxi to see Helien Zhao, but in reality he was not in the middle of the two, and secretly looked at Wuxi's expression while unfortunately, Wuxi showed a pair of eyes on his entire face, those eyes It was still so dark and calm, and for the first time, Jing Qi was a little confused about what he meant.

He Lianzhao was still the expression that made people want to clasp the plate on his face, pretending to be inscrutable with a smile, but it was nothing to do.

The eldest prince nodded his head to Wuxi, saying, "Witch boy is here, sit down."

Actually more handsome than Jing Qi's serious master.

Wuxi is of course a proton sent from southern Xinjiang. It is indeed a dispensable character in Beijing, but after all, it is the future great wizard of southern Xinjiang. In terms of identity, no one is higher than others. He Lianzhao's words were extremely frivolous.

Jing Qi felt that the arm in his hand was tense immediately.

Then he dragged him to his side and sat down with a smile: "Brother Shang Zishu brought a few altars of good wine, you haven't tasted it yet, just this time there is a mouthful."

He got up and poured wine for Wuxi, turned his back to Helien Zhao slightly, the smile on his face disappeared, and shook his head at Wuxi slightly. Wuxi's eyes only looked at the clear wine slurry in the glass, and they didn't know if they saw it.

Then the boy raised his glass, stood up, and said to Helien Zhao, "I respect His Royal Highness for a cup. I'll do it first. There was something wrong in the past. Your Highness also looks at Wuxi's young and ignorant. do not worry about it."

Jing Qi stunned.

He Lianzhao laughed, raised his glass, raised his hand to him, "What does this say, where did the witch offend me? Why don't I remember it myself? Think of it, do you remember?"

Zhuo Silai grinned, Wu Xi lifted the veil slightly, drank the wine in the glass, and He Lianzhao lowered his head. He touched his lips with such a meaning, and then put down the glass. Holding up the sweet cat in her arms, she smiled, "The gift of the witch boy is too heavy, it makes people sincere."

Wuxi stooped slightly and said lightly, "It's not expensive, it's good that your Highness does not want to abandon it."

He Lianzhao was playing with a well-behaved kitten, and was very happy.

This kind of happiness has nothing to do with Wuxi. I know that this witch boy who doesn't see anyone and doesn't give any face is stinky and hard. He is like a stone in a pit at a young age. That year, He Lianqi showed him several times, and he was unkindly blocked back. He only made He Lianqi's humiliating cub so angry.

But just such a person today bowed his head to himself.

He Lianzhao looked at the kitten who narrowed his eyes obediently because of his caress, and suddenly gave birth to a kind of swell and strange swell as long as he wanted to. .

Can't help but flutter up a bit.

At a meal, both the host and the host had their own misfortunes, and only His Highness Helianzhao was happy.

It was not until He Lianzhao was sent away that Jing Qi was relieved. Only when the wind blew did he realize that his energy was too concentrated, and even a little cold sweat came from his back. These days are so smooth and smooth that he suddenly found himself in the end. Some ambitious, almost to this day Helen Manfu broke things.

He turned back and saw the boy wrapped in a dark suit like that, his eyes lowered, looking at the ground without a word.

Jing Qi looked at him, and suddenly felt that he was like the stone that fills the sky in the legend. The sky fell down and everyone was in danger, and only he had to stand up straight as he tried: "Wuxi ..."

Wuxi looked up at him very slowly, for a long while, and whispered, "I'll go back first."

The exquisite master Nanning didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to watch him slowly walk past him. The young man's back was straight, like a gun.

Jingqi suddenly remembered General Feng, the dismal man told him in the dark hall of worship-"The boy was born in the world, not to hear the princes, but to stand on the ground, not to be rich and glorious, but to live and die. "

The general also said that even if it was too easy to fold, it would be better to bend than bend.

Jing Qi raised his face and closed his eyes. He felt that he had done something very wrong today, and even bent the child's waist. Xie Yi snake, long sleeves and good dance, these things are engraved in his bones, like a touch of false pale protection color, from childhood to get used to mood and anger invisible, accustomed to these mischief.

But Wuxi is different.

The child had persistent pride and love and hate, never bowed his head, and never ...

Ping An didn't dare to bother him on the side.

Suddenly, Jingqi strode out, chasing out safely: "Master, where are you going?"

"Don't follow."

Jingqi chased down the Witch Boy's Mansion. After knocking on the door for the first time, he omitted those shabby nonsense, and asked, "What about your witch boy?"

Nu Aha didn't respond. He froze for a while, then said, "It just seemed that I was not in a good mood when I came back. I went to the backyard alone and didn't let us follow ..."

He hadn't finished talking yet, and Jingqi had gone to the backyard.

Wuxi doesn't know what it means to be "once you are a prisoner, and you will lose your strength". If you haven't climbed high and looked at the Bagong Mountain, you won't be so self-deceiving.

Homeland is three thousand miles away, however, the past is gone.

I remembered going into the main hall for the first time a few years ago, and relying on an unwillingness to lose one's heart and a willingness to bow my head, I suddenly felt that it was a thing of my life.

Wuxi roared hoarsely and slammed his fist on the hard wall of the backyard with a fist, as if this could let the entangled thing blocked in the heart vent, and the stone powder cracked, but he seemed to feel no pain. of.

Suddenly, someone's arm was pulled, Wuxi closed her eyes, and put a hand on the wall, breathing heavily, half a moment before raising her head, staring stubbornly at Jing Qi who was holding him.

The young and handsome Wang Nanning's cheeky and flattering face, which always seemed a bit unruly, was full of harshness.

Seeing the old fox who has been used to wind and frost for hundreds of years, and the sea is still unshakable, he stands opposite the little wolf who walks all the way to the black, his head is broken and he does not want to turn back, and no one is willing to concede each other.

After a long while, Jing Qi sighed, raised Wuxi's wrist, pointed his fist in fist to himself, and said quietly, "Hit here, get out of breath."

Wuxi's fist was so tight that his entire forearm was shaking.

Suddenly broke free of Jing Qi's hand and waved a fist, Jing Qi's eyes didn't blink, but Wu Xi's fist wiped his cheek and emptied. The wind brought by the fist was called under the corner of Jing Qiyu The coming hair fluttered along.

Wuxi took a deep breath and whispered, "I won't hit you, you are for me."

Jing Qi hesitated for a moment, but then he heard him say, "The black witch in your eyes is probably the same person as us. They-those with the last name Helian, did everything to fight for the throne, He If Lian Zhao finds that He Lianqi has a relationship with the black witch, he won't let him off easily ... I know you just saved me a life in front of Helian Zhao. "

Among the millions of southern Xinjiang children, he was elected to be the heir of the great wizard. His qualifications must be good and he is extremely intelligent, but he knows something in his heart, but he is unwilling to do it, biting the bit of uneasiness in his heart. He refused to bow his head, as if he could not give in to this black and yellow world.

The imperial capital is like a dyeing vat. How many people have seen these Xu Hua Hong Liu Liu Green, and they are still as good as ever.

Wuxi shook his head and repeated the same with all his efforts: "You are for my good ..."

"I only knew that you were right."

The author has something to say: Broadcast a bad news, I will return to school next week.

Back to school represents Mu Youri, no urging, no slapping ...

Of course, my pits are still trustworthy. There are no force majeure factors such as car accidents, typhoon transit, and Internet crashes. There are still three or four a week, probably more than 10,000 words, so ...

ps finishing the outline tomorrow, probably stopped for a day, don't wait