MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 46 Landslide

Chapter 46. Landslides

"Speakers, they are loyal to the loyal; Talkers, they are informed by the wisdom; Ordinary talkers are determined by the courage; Qi speakrs, power is believed; the whisperers ..."

"Master." Ping An had to say a word to interrupt him. Jing Qiyi was lying in his bedroom all day, sitting against the bedside, holding an old book in his hand. The room was warm and drowsy, even with people. The little girl who was waiting while she was sleeping had her eyes narrowed. Ping An stood by, neither walking nor staying.

"I haven't finished it yet." Jing Qi didn't lift his head. "Listen carefully, this is the power of conspiracy. It is connected with the business and business props. Someone told me that I would not tell him yet. ——There is a saying, "The person who wants to become the first person is the one who desires it." If you make up your mind to please a person and ask him to let go of his defense, you must be satisfied first. The way of flattery is that it is not important. It ’s shallow, it makes people feel that your sincerity is not enough, it is deep, and it makes people feel that you are too deliberate. If you want to do what you like, and tickle it, you have to ... ”

"Master, witch boy is still waiting to see you outside." He saw that he had a long story to talk about. He had no choice but to interrupt him. These words were usually told to witch boy, and I do n’t know how today Yes, the witch was locked out by his master and he didn't want to see him.

Jing Qi paused for a moment, saying "I'm sick, I'm sick in bed, but no foreigner."

I do n’t know if it ’s the illusion of peace. I just felt that the word “foreigner” was very clear, and said honestly, “The witch child said he would heal, which is better than Tai Chi Hospital ’s doctors.”

Jing Qi threw the book aside "snap", his beautiful brows frowned, and said angrily: "Then say I am dead."

While the little girl like a chicken pecked rice woke up immediately, opened her eyes and looked at this and then that, Ping An grievedly looked at Jing Qi's look with a little daughter-in-law, and then went out.

Jing Qi sat down for a while and said to the **** the side: "Go to my study and bring the gray account book and the northwestern defense plan, then you can go and play for yourself."

The little girl was very young, and she made a sound. She took something in and blinked, looking at Jing Qi expectantly with a pair of big eyes. When he nodded, she ran out happily.

Jing Qi frowned and opened the northwestern defense plan. He reluctantly pressed down and looked at it for a while. Then he took a pen and paper from a small table on the side, wrote a letter, and then dried it, sealing it, and suddenly under the bed. After a few moments, the little sable came out with a gray face, stepped on the bed with his shoes, and stepped on a series of small gray footprints.

Jing Qi grabbed his neck and dropped it gently.

The little sable stunned and wandered on the ground for a while, and was tired again, and was stared at Jing Qi. He squatted on the ground with his paws innocently and looked up at him, motionless.

Jing Qi patted the ash on the quilt cleanly: "I'm busy and serious, I'm annoyed when I see you-play by yourself, don't bother me.

The little sable wobbled his big tail in a grievance, and shrunk to the corner to shrink into a ball, very sad.

This time, he pushed in the door safely, and at a glance, he saw that Jing Qi was not well-faced, pouting, and stood tremblingly at the door and did not walk in, saying, "Master, he said that he would see people dead and see dead bodies ..."

Jing Qi snorted: "Where is the filial son and grandson? Tell him that he is dead and doesn't need him to collect the body."

Ping'an glanced out: "You said that this is good, what awkward is it to make trouble with the witch boy, it's been from morning to this meeting, it's noon, how big can't you talk about?"

"Shouldn't ask you less," Jing Qi glanced coldly at him, dried the envelope in his hand, and handed it to Ping'an. "Find a safe person and send this letter to Lord Lu Shenlu, personally To him. "

Ping An answered it, took two steps and turned around again: "Master, don't you be afraid that he will break out for a while when you bask in the witch like this?"

"Yes, so many of the guards are always eating. Is n’t it? Nanning Wangfu said that he would break free. You should be a vegetable garden? If you don't see it, you won't see it. He loves to wait."

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw that Ping was stupidly at the door, Jing Qi was even more irritable: "Hurry off, don't disturb your eyes before me."

He grinned peacefully, slipping out quietly along the wall.

Jing Qi picked up a book at random, and looked at it for a long time after opening it. He didn't read a word, and threw the book to the ground with a shake, just rolled next to the sable. The sable policeman jumped back and sniffed up again. After hearing this, Jing Qi breathed a long breath, closed his eyes and sat on the bedside.

Little Marten probably didn't think it was long to stay here, so he jumped out of the window. In the whole bedroom, there was only Jing Qi who was panting, very quiet.

Last night, he knew that Wuxi was drinking too much, and he knew it was very troublesome. He couldn't figure out how much he could remember in the morning when Wuxi woke up, and he didn't think about how to deal with this person, and he was very cowardly. Intent to hide. Wuxi got up early, and he hid in the room and returned to his own house.

So embarrassing, if Wuxi wakes up and remembers, be wise, you should go home quietly.

It's a pity that the southern Xinjiang witch boy was not wise at all. This time, even the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, he said it all, and didn't hide it. He waited outside early in the morning to see him.

When Jing Qi got up and heard about the battle, he suddenly turned into a big two. He thought of it and refused to let Ping An find an excuse. It was already obvious that he did not want to see each other. Wuxi also always It's kind of fun, shouldn't it be time to go back? Who knew that the king once again underestimated the temperament of the dead donkey in the witch child in southern Xinjiang.

This person has a creditor's demeanor, and he stood still straight and clearly stated that if you don't come out, I won't leave, and I must give an explanation.

Seeing that the sun had climbed into the sky, Auspiciously pushed the door in and said, "Master, will you pass the meal?"

Jing Qi glanced at him, nodded first, then shook his head, and said, "Forget it, it didn't take me a long time to get up. The thing you eat in the morning is still blocked in your heart. Eat it yourself, I don't need to."

Jixiang knew that he had just lost his temper for safety, and did not dare to touch his mildew at the moment. He responded with a very good voice, and then quit, and was stopped by Jing Qi: "Go out and tell the witch boy, don't stay He's gone, let him go back first, and wait a few days before I have the energy to talk to him. Besides, the emperor is banning my feet now, and it's not convenient to see the guests. "

Jixiang went out for a moment, there was a commotion in the yard, Jing Qi frowned, couldn't help coming down from the bed, walking over to the side of the window, and from his point of view, he could see Wuxi standing alone at the gate of the courtyard Now, like Jixiang and what he said, Wuxi suddenly got excited and wanted to break into it.

The guard got an order and stopped him from entering. Jixiang couldn't help, and he persuaded.

Wuxi shouted, "Beiyuan! Jingbeiyuan! You come out and talk to me! Now that you know it, what kind of man is it?"

The guards guarding the courtyard are naturally not Wuxi's opponents. Fortunately, Wuxi did not intend to hurt them. They unloaded their weapons and set them aside. People knocked on the acupoints and made them temporarily unable to move freely.

Auspicious wanted to stop but did not dare, but had to catch up: "Witch boy, witch boy!"

No one was blocking the road, but Wuxi hesitated, standing in the yard for a while, the lines and fists on his face were tightened tightly, wrapped in black, wrapped like a gun, stood Straight, stubborn and indescribable, looked at Jing Qi side by side.

His unrelenting momentum really gave Jing Qi a headache.

He can deal with others because others have weaknesses, so all can have garish eyes. There are countless treacherous, insidious, deep people, gentlemen and villains in his life, but never had a child like Wuxi directly, without hesitation, never looked back.

Jing Qi reached out and rubbed his brows, sighed, came out, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Wuxi lightly.

Wuxi was touched by his gaze, and for a moment, he flinched, then straightened his back again.

"From the morning trouble until now, I ca n’t say anything serious about it in a few days. I have a headache because of the noise." Jing Qi had been used to opening his mouth, and started to play Tai Chi.

Wuxi hesitated for a moment, and could not understand Jingji's painstaking efforts to find a step down for both sides. He came up and said, "I was drunk yesterday, but I remember what I said to you, and I just thought so of."

Jing Qi was silent for a while, and still can't adapt to his overly imprecise expression, half a moment, raised his head, his expression was calm, but he didn't look at Wuxi again, and said to Jixiang: "Let everyone go down, You too, today's words ... a word came out, don't blame the king for turning his face away. "

Expressing this tone, Auspicious knew that the matter was not a joke, and cleared the field, and retreated himself.

Jingqi then organized the wording and turned to Wuxi Road: "If I haven't heard what I said last night, you can go back."

Wuxi was anxious: "What you have said is said, and you have heard it. How can you treat it as if you haven't heard it?"

Jing Qi whispered softly: "That's my business, witch, make love, don't embarrass me ... don't embarrass yourself."

Wuxi stiffened for a while, then reluctantly said, "You ... don't you like me at all?"

He never hides his emotions, and at that moment his eyes looked sad as if the blind could see them. Jing Qi suddenly remembered that the night before, the young man was leaning on the door, slumped on the ground, screaming his name, his heart was soft, and various soft and euphemistic excuses turned a large circle in his mind, but he didn't Speak out.

He thought about it for such a long time, and knew what kind of person Wuxi was. The child was born without a long euphemistic string, direct and sharp, so it would be better to be right, so as not to give him such unrealistic hopes, but he was obsessed with obsession, so he nodded: "Don't think wildly."

After saying nothing, he turned into the room, Wuxi gritted his teeth, and shouted behind him, "You will be willing to go with me someday!"

Jing Qi turned back violently, saying one word at a time: "Witch boy in the southern Xinjiang, are you a blatant king of the Litong?"

Wuxi was shocked, and the scarlet blood on his face receded instantly. Jing Qiyi threw his sleeves and did not look back: "I'll send it away."

Wuxi looked at the closed door, and for a long while, said to the empty courtyard, "You will be willing to go with me one day."

No response, I wonder if Jingqi heard or did not hear.

After that day, Jingqi had never seen Wuxi again. Wuxi was still in the afternoon every day. He came to his house and sat for a while. Jingqi did not see the guests, and he stopped going in, just like Jingqi went. It was the same when I was in Guangdong and Guangxi. I waited there for a while every day and went back.

And King Nanning's foot-footing career was not so long as he imagined. Within a month, he was released-because of the Dongping Taishan earthquake.

The golden branch is chaotic and the Bixia building, the jade inspection mud collapses the emperor's seal. The Five Sovereigns' sacred ground, which coexisted with the country forever, has collapsed.

Asano was uproar.

The conspirators of all factions also began to take advantage of this opportunity to sharpen their swords.