Too many words, too many mistakes, Mo Li decisively closed his eyes and refused to talk to Meng Qi.
The cold wind blew through the pine forest, and snowflakes rustled.
Under the tree, the ink carp sat motionless, and a few strands of long bundled hair slipped out, just hanging by the side of the ear.
The profile of his profile is very soft, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and the curvature is so small that it is almost invisible, but because of this, no matter how calm and cold his expression is on weekdays, it makes people nervous.
If he was willing to open his eyes and look at him with concern with those gentle eyes, his heart would miss a beat.
Meng Qi thought, not only himself, but when the doctor saw people on Yeji, he saw it all. At first, he thought it was a bad taste, but he was quickly attracted by the doctor who carefully measured the pulse and acupuncture, and didn't want to look away.
No matter who it is, there is no exception.
When the doctor spoke, he was calm and calm.
— but also attractive when not talking.
Meng Qi's eyes slid along Mo Li's forehead to the bridge of his nose, and then lingered on his lips for a moment, then looked at his ears, which were half-covered by his hair.
The earlobe is full, but the flesh on the tip of the ear is a little thin, probably because of this, so when the ear is red, it is especially obvious on the tip of the ear. Mo Li himself knew this shortcoming, so he always looked at others squarely, his eyes were firm, and his expression was flawless. With that kind of bearing, others couldn't notice the mystery on the tip of his ears.
Meng Qi discovered this secret only after he became a gerbil.
It is pomegranate red, like a ripe fruit, and I especially want to take a bite.
The fat mouse held back, because standing on the shoulder of the ink carp could only reach the earlobe, and looked up the whole way.
This kind of prototype is really bad. If it is a handsome and mighty Costin, standing on the shoulder like this, it must-wait no, if the bird of prey takes a bite, no matter how light or heavy, a piece of meat will No, how can this work
The doctor will not put Costin in his arms, nor will he hold Costin in the palm of his hand.
Forget it, gerbils are gerbils, there's nothing wrong with that.
"… Um?"
Ear tips seem a little red? illusion
Meng Qi suddenly met a pair of annoyed eyes, and he realized later that he was no longer a gerbil, his eyes were too unscrupulous, and the doctor could feel it.
"Brother Meng, it's late at night, it's time to rest."
Mo Li wanted to send this guy to the teacher for a moment, so that he could have a good experience of Mr. Qin's health preservation.
So good, how dare you not sleep in the middle of the night? !
Mo Li was upset here, and Meng Qi strangely took the doctor's words into another meaning.
When he had a madness attack, he went straight to the Jinyi Weizhi Station and killed the deputy commander. When he came out, he was a little more awake and stopped on a roof, just in time to hear a couple of small officials talking.
It's late at night, it's time to settle down.
Then there was the sound of husband and wife Dunlon, Meng Qi listened to the corner unexpectedly, and could only retreat.
Walking away in embarrassment is not enough. After all, the matter of the bed is a common occurrence in the world, and it is very common to accidentally bump into it. What have you not seen since you have lived for a long time
In the early years, Meng Qi also caught the sergeant going out against the order and not returning to the camp at night in the Fireworks Alley.
What's the point of this kind of thing? He was bound naked and returned to the military law, regardless of the extent of the good deeds the arrested person had done in the house at the time.
I don't know if it's because of the many years in the army, Meng Qi does not have the problems of those Taoist teachers, nor does a gentleman pay attention to the etiquette, whether it is the dance of the tricks, or their beautiful faces and slender figures. , Meng Qi is not interested, even if there are playful children in public at the banquet, he can take it easy.
It was like seeing a tree, a cloud, and two geese.
In the past, my friends joked that this was not the way of people in the world. It is no wonder that when it comes to the post of national teacher, even Emperor Yuan Chu felt that it was the most appropriate for Meng Qi, because it looked like it.
Today, for some unknown reason, Meng Qi suddenly remembered these things, including the corner of the roof that he forgot about when he met him.
- What is in the world, and the heart is in the clouds? It's just that I haven't met someone.
If not, if you cross the border again, it will be like a refreshing breeze passing your ears, and the lake in your heart will not be able to ripple.
If it is, those Xu ordinary words can also be imagined, and they have to pretend to be calm and calm.
"The doctor didn't rest either. If he slept, how would he know that I was awake?" Meng Qi narrowed his eyes and played a sophistry.
How could Mo Li be defeated by such a sentence, he also has a justifiable rhetoric.
"Brother Meng's condition is slightly reduced, so you won't listen to the doctor's orders?"
"It's been a long night, I don't want to sleep, please ask the doctor to teach me." Meng Qi was relaxed and saw the tricks.
The doctor's medical skills are very good, and his talents are also very good, but when it comes to the art of war, Meng Guoshi is the expert in this way.
The so-called soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent. If you want to conquer a fortified city, don't stick to the form! What kind of face, what do you want to do? Can it be won? No, then don't!
"I had a good night's sleep when I was a guinea pig. Thinking about it carefully, it was a rare sound sleep in so many years." Meng Qi put on a serious look, asked for advice, and asked earnestly, "I only felt the rumbling of the waterfall at that time. The body is warm and warm, and the consciousness sinks in the depths of the dream, unable to move, unwilling to leave."
Mo Li stared at the luggage placed in front of him, his expression indifferent and motionless.
However, Meng Qi already knew his secret, and his eyes just slid to Mo Li's ears.
Well, just reddish.
Embarrassment, maybe, and maybe a little exasperation.
Meng Qi quickly changed his strategy and closed it as soon as he saw it. He pretended to be casual and said, "The mutton that Mr. Jinfeng brought is very powerful. He roasted it on the fire for a little while, and it broke my dream. Hey, in this world. Sweet dreams, all kinds of thoughts, and finally back to the problem of filling the stomach, what do the doctors think?"
This was said in depth, Mo Li thought about it carefully, but it wasn't.
No matter if you want to usurp the throne or save the world, if people in the world can't even eat, who would have the heart to care about their right or wrong
"How can one person save the world?" Mo Li used the words that Mr. Qin said on weekdays.
Meng Qi answered naturally: "I once thought that changing the person in charge of the world, changing a surname for the power, changing a clear stream for the court, the world can change, but I was wrong."
This involves Meng Qi's privacy and is his pain point.
Even if he took the initiative to say it now, Mo Li felt that it was not suitable for him to interject and comment at will. Of course, when Meng Qi was mad, it was another matter.
"Later I saw the doctor and listened to Ning Changyuan's words, and I was deeply touched."
Meng Qi still remembered how Ning Changyuan touched Mo Li. Although Daoist Ning was very admirable, he couldn't back down. This was not a battle of spirits, but a half-life ideal.
"It is not advisable to change the world from top to bottom. It should start with the people. Mr. Qin travels around the world and hangs a pot to help the world. It is the power of one person. Ning Dao Chang saves people and spreads virtue. It is the ability of several people. Compared with the world, it still belongs to Meager. Ning Changyuan himself said that most people don't ask for help, just because they are reluctant to take care of themselves, but what if every family can fill their stomachs? Cang Lin knows the etiquette and food and clothing. Honor and disgrace."
Mo Li didn't want to sleep anymore, and said seriously: "That's the truth, but how can a family have enough food and clothing? I heard that in Jiangnan and other places, the harvest is good every year, but the tenants are still ruined."
Meng Qi said unhurriedly: "Throughout the ages, no matter how the world has changed, no matter how people's hearts have changed, they have always revolved around the old routines. Said, what is the crux of the problem that the tenants starved to death in the harvest year?"
"The nobles oppressed the common people and levied high rents?"
"The people live on the land, the clan swallows the land, drives the people, and then takes the land as the foundation of the family's heirloom, and they are content with themselves. Although some people rely on themselves, whether through imperial examinations or doing business, to change the fate of their own families, but they have changed their bodies. He became the person he once hated. The first generation may still have benevolence and righteousness and know the difficulties of the poor, but it will change when it is passed on to the descendants." Meng Qi looked at Mo Li deeply, and said solemnly, "If you don't rely on the land If you can survive, it is useless for the rich to swallow the land, and the matter will be solved.”
Mo Li was a little dazed, and faintly felt bad.
Sure enough, he heard Meng Qi ask: "I heard the doctor say that the spirit of the mountain in Shilang Mountain is not open, is it really unconscious? No one is planting any more crops, so they go elsewhere to buy food. People in Qiuling County often go to other places to do business, and there are countless merchants in one city.
Mo Li was still in a daze, Meng Qi said again: "Although the world is big, if the grain of one land can support the people of three places, the people who don't farm will be richer than those who farm, will the land be robbed by everyone?"
"... Brother Meng is right, but Shan Ling..."
Longmai can't make one mu of land produce three mu of grain, and it can't call the wind and call the rain!
Mo Li was so tangled that he couldn't even hold back his calm expression.
Meng Qi got the answer from Mo Li's eyes. Although he was a little disappointed, he was not discouraged.
Mountain spirits can’t do it, but people may not be able to do it. I heard that in Qiongzhou, the southernmost, food can be harvested three times a year!
"Doctor, we are actually Shan Ling." Meng Qi asked leisurely.
Mo Li was shocked and looked up at Meng Qi.
"You think very seriously, and your expression is very obvious." Meng Qi said calmly, "Of course, I have already guessed, and your reaction just verified my thoughts."
The ink carp did not speak.
"The mountain spirit can be a tree, of course it can be a fish or a mouse, it's not hard to guess. I have been the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty for 30 years, and I have been the sacrificial leader of the country. Never seen a monster."
Meng Qi pointed at the pit where the gold silk armor was buried, and said thoughtfully: "The alchemist deceives the world and steals his name, and basically can't harm anyone, but you want to inquire about the rumors of the Yongzhou dragon vein, and you are very nervous. It seems that the dragon vein person is Shan Ling. also?"
"… "
Mo Li stared at Meng Qi and was relieved to find that the other party had no symptoms of madness.
Then he thought, Meng Qi thought that people in the world were spreading rumors and taking the mountain spirit as a dragon, and he didn't even know that he could become a dragon! Should I tell him or not
Seeing him so proud... I don't want to say it.
The author has something to say:
Qin Lu: Such a serious madness? How do you keep patients from wreaking havoc
Mo Li: It's not me, it's an ideal, he doesn't want to be a dragon, he wants to be a Shennong.
Qin Lu: What
Ink carp: the god of abundance of grains
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Meng Qi: Ha, have you forgotten that I am a national teacher? There are no monsters in the world, am I better than you
Ink carp:…
I was very angry and wanted a teacher Meng who had no memory.
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Thank you for the mutton of Mr. Jinfeng, the truth is very deep.
Young Master Jinfeng: ? ?