The prince should wait until he grows up to marry a dignified and virtuous woman. "The little baby's mother and concubine are timid people. She waved her hands again and again when she heard it. Her face was also pale.
"It's actually a little boy. I can't see it. He looks more juicy than a little girl." He imitated an adult and let out a long and long sigh. But the face is completely indifferent.
The little baby's mother and concubine smiled wryly. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I thought that this little son finally gave up on marrying the only son she cared about. But I didn't expect what happened next.
"I'm still too young." Xiao Shizi muttered. The mother and concubine looked at the little baby with wide eyes. Asked: "Do you know how old I must be before I can marry a concubine?"
It is to marry a concubine. He heard from his father. Tell him about marriage when he grows up. A concubine. It's good to be around him. Be with him forever. But it's all right now. He didn't have to wait for his father to say goodbye to him. He has found someone to marry. Just wait until the little baby in his arms grows up. Must marry him. Boys are no different from girls. Dad and the others probably wouldn't say anything.
"...Eighteen." The little baby's mother and concubine were stunned by the question. After regaining consciousness, he opened his mouth slowly.
"Eighteen." Breaking his fingers. Counted and counted. Then he laughed. "Only eleven years. But a long time."
I heard my dad say it. Girls have to be fifteen years old before they can marry and go home. It should be the same. So another fifteen years...
well. It's been a long time. Fifteen years is all it takes. But that's okay. For the beautiful future, he must wait. I hope he will remember me when he grows up.
Just imitating what he accidentally saw with that pink mouth. The look of mother and father. A kiss. He laughed: "This way you are mine."
Reluctantly handing over the little doll to the woman standing aside. Leaving gracefully. The shocked woman was left standing there, not knowing whether to be happy or worried. If Xiao Shizi took it seriously. Then her child's future is gone. Life is also in danger.
…
Why am I only now remembering. The true promise of childhood...
How come you also forgot.
Under Murong Xing's astonished face. I raised my hand to support Feng Yin. He is smiling. I don't know if the smile is mocking or what: "No matter how stupid you are, it's not as good as you, Ziqing."
Feng Yin's face was pale and tight. White as rice paper. Those eyes also seemed to close in the next moment. I don't want to open any more. How could he do such a reckless thing just now...
I am impatient. This feeling is all too familiar. It seems to be going through another life and death parting. Let me lose my original size and composure. I just kept muttering: "No problem. You can't. If you... uh..."
Blame me. Make a fuss. I made you so...
Everything. It all came too suddenly.
I heard Feng Yin's words be careful. And Murong Xing exclaimed. Shout out to the soldiers and ministers who are standing outside the hall and dare not enter. The crisis is near. But it was too late to recover. The pain of the flesh being cut open. Has been lingering. I reluctantly turned my head away. The person holding the sword behind him still looks so elegant. It's just ruthless written on the face. It can't match his plain white clothes. Those white jade-like hands are still the most suitable for playing the piano. It is not suitable for taking people's lives with a sword.
What a coincidence. I pulled my lips. Said: "Qing Heng... I have something to ask you."
He nodded coldly. One is I am dying. Let me die knowingly.
I said, "Have you ever been tempted by me?"
I, Feng Ziqing, am really nothing in this life. Si Ran I like it. Qingheng I like it. I can't let go of Feng Yin either. It should be like this.
Qing Heng replied without the slightest hesitation. The clear and cold voice reached my ears: "I have never been tempted."
turn out to be. I was never tempted... I should have known...
I was stunned. He also said: "My lord. Forgive Qing Heng's blunt words. Qing Heng's favorite person is Lian Er, who has never changed. Being with the lord is also a helpless act. Thinking about it now, I only feel disgusted." The indifference on his face was evident. There was disgust in his eyes.
Is it disgusting... Does he feel disgusting
Heh... Feng Ziqing, oh Feng Ziqing. What you usually say. What is it for.
Zeng Ji. That cold man once said to me...
'I know. wish only wish. Here I am. Don't mention him. '
Don't mention him... think about it now. Don't mention him. Maybe it's because of nausea.
This is how I, Feng Ziqing, ended up. It is also their own fault. You deserve it. Just can't blame others. Can't complain.
The sword was drawn from the body. Warm things also scrambled out along the wound. It seems that he will not give up until he has run clean. now. I can't care about Feng Yin anymore. Because ah. The warmth flowed too fast. My head is groggy. The eyes are also blurred. All he knew was that the corners of his lips were raised reluctantly. Say the three words hidden in my heart to the person in plain white clothes...
"sorry."
I wanted to say these words earlier. It's just whether there is no chance to say it. Only today did I meet this god-given opportunity to say this out loud. I hope Qing Heng can accept this apology.
well. It's hard for him too. Felt sick to be with me for so long. It can be seen how loyal he is to this country. Such people who are devoted to defending the country are really rare talents. Feng Yin should cherish it.
In a daze. Noisy in the ears. It's time to see me fall. The soldiers surrounding the hall rushed in. That voice seemed to say kill me, a treacherous minister. probably. I'm old. The ears are not working well. Of course it doesn't sound very real. Vaguely as if. Feng Yin was escorted out of the hall. It's time to call the doctor. After all, he was so badly hurt. And I was guarded behind me to stop those cold swords with no eyes. It seems that the person protecting me is Murong Xing... and the cold abandonment who was born with a piece of ice. This makes me wonder. Doesn't Murong Xing like Feng Yin? Now that Feng Yin is hurt so badly, why doesn't he guard Feng Yin and guard me.
It seems vaguely again. I could hear Murong Xing's impatient yet worried voice ringing in my ears. Small words brushed against my ears. Itchy. Made me want to laugh out loud. Too bad I didn't have the strength to smile again.
Murong Xing said: "Big brother, don't die. Don't die. Big brother. You should say something. Big brother. Big brother... Ziqing."
this child. Why did you call me by my name? Really. Even the basic etiquette is ignored. You should really say something about him. Lest he lose his own face when he was wandering outside. Even my face with Han Qi was thrown away.
Eyes are getting heavier. I don't even have the strength to think. When drowsy. I only heard an exclamation: "Master..." It can be described as extremely sad.
Has something happened to Han Qi? Murong Xing. My big brother. Never got it right. Why would you risk your own future and life to save someone like me? Now. It even made Han Qi suffer. This made me very peaceful on Huangquan Road. Guilty meaning. full of heart.
…
recorded. The first year of Jinguo. November twenty. The King of Xiang intends to unite with the same ministers, the Liao Kingdom and so on. Attempted treason. He died the next day. After that, the Liao Kingdom became a vassal.
Jing Guoyuan five years. November twenty-first. Emperor Jing died of illness.
…
Nether fire. The other side is far away. I was wearing the snow-white clothes I wore when I was alive. Wearing fox fur. On this Naihe bridge, I watched the ferrymen carrying the souls of the dead across the river of forgetfulness. I don't feel cold or hot. Just look at it like this. It must have been a while. I don't remember exactly.
Come on. I followed the black and white impermanence to the underworld in a daze. What makes me confused and remember deeply is. The two of them handed over the word Xianjun.
Xianjun or something... Where am I? That is, a mortal. Before his death, he was a treacherous and evil prince. Persecuted several good people. Now it is just a ray of wandering soul waiting on the bridge of Naihe. Things in life have already passed away with the wind. Now. Naturally nothing is left.
"Xian... Feng Ziqing. You have been waiting for these days. You should give up. After drinking this bowl of soup, go to the mortal world again. Maybe there will be no regrets in the next life. "
The person who spoke was Po Meng who was guarding the mouth of reincarnation. She has white flowers all over her head. Although the eyes are a little cloudy. But it seems to be able to see through people's hearts. Today is relatively free. There is no soul to reincarnate. Whenever Po Meng is free, she always likes to make fun of me with a wrinkled face. It's like now. Holding a bowl full of Mengpo soup. Speak unchanging words. I just want me to drink that soup and forget about the past. Enter reincarnation. But every time I don't do what she wants.
"Mother-in-law is very elegant." I smiled with the corner of my lips. said again. "But my mother-in-law doesn't seem to have a good memory. Or how could she forget. I don't think that person won't enter reincarnation."
Granny Meng froze. The smile also disappeared from the face. The wrinkled face was also flattened. At least it doesn't look so scary anymore. She snorted coldly. Urging the new ghost who had just passed the interrogation of the Ten Palaces to go faster. Don't waste her precious time.
Obviously, I hit a snag here. That's why I vented my anger on that new ghost.
Come on. I thought I would be brought to the ten halls for interrogation by black and white impermanence. Re-entry to the 18th floor of hell or something. But he didn't expect to be brought directly to Po Meng. Even the effort of the Ten Halls' joint trial was saved. so. I really don't know what my previous life was about. Even those who work in the ghost world have to give some noodles.
For example. As soon as Po Meng came here, she let me drink Po Meng soup. Heard it in this world. This Meng Po has a soup. No matter what kind of grievances and hatreds. Everything can be completely forgotten. So at that time, I refused to drink life and death. Po Meng was very angry. But it's useless. I have no choice but to stand by the bridge of Naihe and wait for others like I am now. But I have also become the person that Meng Po dispels the boring time. this. Needless to say. Just like that.
Seventy-six One Dream Floating Life (End)
In fact, I came to this underworld full of satisfaction because I wanted to see Siran, thinking about what he looked like, and seeing me, I was either happy or angry, and even thought about some words, but it turned out to be fantasy, and Siran didn’t do anything Waiting for me on the bridge, I asked Po Meng and found out that Siran drank Po Meng's soup not long after his death and entered reincarnation.
This made my heart full of joy empty, I couldn't figure out why Siran didn't wait for me on the Naihe Bridge, isn't it that the past few years have been too long? Could it be so, then why have I been emotionally crazy all these years? What was the last trouble? This feeling... Perhaps, I am the only one who values it, no one treats him as a treasure.
"Feng Ziqing, who are you guarding on the Naihe Bridge?" Granny Meng, who had sent off the new ghost, was free again, looked at me with slightly cloudy eyes, and asked what I had asked, without feeling bored.
"I'm waiting for him," I lowered my eyes, I can't remember how long I have been waiting, or months, or years, I still replied as usual, "I owe him this. "
"Come, come, drink this bowl of Mengpo soup, and forget all the past. Once reincarnation enters, who cares about those who are in love and worrying about debts? At that time, even if they walk together, no one will recognize each other." Meng Po filled a bowl of Meng Po soup with great interest and held it in her hand, beckoning, wanting me to go over and drink that bowl of soup.
I gave a rare wry smile, and shook my head to refuse: "My mother-in-law also said that after entering reincarnation, even if you walk together, you will never know anyone. If this is the case, I can't drink that bowl of Meng Po soup."
Meng Po sighed: "Oh, why are you so persistent?"
"I know that my mother-in-law is a person who has experienced wind and rain, and she is relatively open-minded, but I can't let go of it no matter what. How can I be open-minded." I said.
Granny Meng sighed and fell silent, thinking she shouldn't be immersed in the past, I didn't say much anymore, I just watched the small boat on the Wangchuan River from time to time, counting the passing time in my heart.
After a while, Granny Meng said again: "Even if you have to wait for more than ten years, are you willing to wait until he dies?"
I nodded, it's a good thing to end his life, it let me know that he lived a pretty good life in this world, so even if I wait a long time, I'm willing, but if it's not the case, then it's not right.
"Oh, it's really persistent, but it's okay, so it's a good thing for me to be accompanied by ghosts here."
I smiled, noncommittal.
The water of the Wangchuan River is icy cold, clear, or turbid, deep and bottomless, and the endless Wangchuan can't see the other side. At the bottom of the water, water ghosts appear from time to time, stretch out a hand or a head, howling, Talk about your pain, annoyance and unwillingness without words.
When I first came here, I was made uncomfortable by this ghostly scene. After all, I have never been to Hades, and it is rare to see this ghostly scene. A hand suddenly appeared from the water of Wangchuan. Unprepared, I was startled by this sudden hand, and I stood there dumbfounded, unable to move. The two Wuchang called me several times before I could regain my senses. Come on, I don't think it's scary, but I think the water ghost under the river must have experienced something before he was alive, otherwise how could he devote himself to Naihe after death, and howl so miserable, it's really pitiful and lamentable.
I heard that by throwing yourself into the River of Forgetfulness, you can forget your worries. I hadn’t seen Si Ran, who was thinking about it day and night. Black and white impermanence stopped him in time, but now that I think about it, I am stupid. How could I forget the wailing of the water ghosts? I threw myself into Wangchuan or something. Even if I forget myself, I still can't forget the pain in life.
Thinking of this, I saw a boat floating on the water in the distance. There must be a new ghost. I glanced at it without opinion, and my eyes met. at.
He called: "Ziqing." Danfeng narrowed her eyes slightly and raised her lips.
It's been a few years, but he still hasn't changed much, but he's a lot haggard. Instead of wearing a bright yellow robe, he's wearing a fox fur. The snowy clothes are no match for the haggard whiteness of his face, and his red phoenix eyes It's like going through all the vicissitudes of life, and I can't see the old look anymore, and there is a feeling of regaining what I lost. I don't know how he has lived in the past few years, but he is still so carefree, but he still likes to drag someone to those Qinlou Chuge Guanmeiren, but the person who goes with him is no longer me, nor will it be me, but still...
"Feng Yin."
Just calling out that name, I waited for a long time on this Naihe Bridge, I thought I would wait for another ten years, and I would be happy to see him with white hair. It's been too long, so I came early, and my wish naturally came to nothing.
When the boat docked, he got on the Naihe Bridge and walked forward slowly. He still had the same lazy look as before, but some inexplicable things were added. As for what it is, there is no need to think about Feng Yin... In fact, I just wanted to say: "I'm sorry." It was only for this reason that I was so persistent. After I finished speaking, I went to reincarnate.
"Ziqing, you don't need to tell me these things." Danfeng's eyebrows were raised, and her face was pretending to be serious.
All right.
"Then... goodbye."
As soon as I cupped my hands, I turned around and left. Granny Meng in front of me was watching the show. Seeing this unexpected state or what she thought in her heart, she couldn't help but chuckle.
"What..." Feng Yin couldn't help but be astonished at the words that followed, after all, I just ran away as soon as I saw it, as anyone would do.
"I said young man, the person you stood here waiting for came, but you just said sorry and left? I think you didn't have to wait so long before, right? If You just want to say these few words, and let the old man help you with the words, why wait so long to drink Meng Po soup to reincarnate, and delay the good time of reincarnation in vain." Meng Po said with a lot of heart.
I couldn't help but touch my forehead, because the arm was pulled, Feng Yin laughed out loud behind me.
This Meng Po is talking too much, she told me not to say it, who would know that I was waiting for Feng Yin, look at the smug smile of the man behind him.
Feng Yin said again, with undisguised joy in her words: "Ziqing, so you were waiting for me."
"Yeah, I was just waiting for you to apologize, so now that the apology is over, I should go, or the reincarnation is late." I pursed my lips, looking indifferent, God knows what is in my heart right now How uncomfortable, I also risked it, anyway, I would not do anything if I was found out.
"Young man, the time for your reincarnation has long been missed." Granny Meng over there said coolly, and then pretended not to say anything, spooning the lukewarm soup in her hand and yelling Follow the new ghost and hurry up to drink that bowl of Mengpo soup.
"..." This Meng Po...
"That's what the old man said, Ziqing, since you are late, why don't you stay a little longer, why are you so impatient?"
What Feng Yin said made sense, I nodded, then shook my head again, pulled out my arm and walked forward to ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup.
To be honest, I don't know what to say to Feng Yin, saying that I'm not here because I didn't say a word of apology, but because I like him, I'm here waiting for him
It's really ridiculous, even if I say it, who will believe it
Alas, I can't help but be heard as a joke. After all, I was the one who made the mess before I was alive. Although it seems that, except for the treacherous officials in the court and the Liao Kingdom with ulterior motives, so what
The person who hurt Feng Yin is me after all, I am not qualified to mention love to him again.
Speaking of which, I was the one who hurt him, and I was the one who betrayed his kindness earlier.
"Ziqing, I know what you are thinking in your heart. It's over, why don't you let go?" Feng Yin smiled slightly, her gentle voice combined with comforting words, which made people feel like a spring breeze.
Uh, wait... How come Feng Yin is comforting me
Meng Po, who was holding a bowl of Meng Po soup in front of her, seemed impatient and complained: "Young man, do you want to drink it? Look, my old man's hands are sore from serving it. You can't take it. I am happy to be old."
"Drink, drink, why don't you drink it, just drink it now." Without talking too much, he took the bowl of Mengpo soup and drank it.
The soup was slightly bitter in my stomach, and I only jumped when I reached the mouth of reincarnation, and heard the broken body of the porcelain bowl behind me.
"Very good, Ziqing... You actually avoid me like this. In the next life, if I don't see you, I won't see Feng Yin!" Wen Wenfeng's voice changed in tune with Bo Nu.
You were the one who avoided me before I was alive, Feng Yin...
Having said that, in the next life, it is impossible for you to be called Feng Yin, but I still hope to see you again by fate. At that time, I will be completely satisfied with you, and there will be no other people, no more affection, no more forgetting time commitment.
I swear, this thought is not false, if I bear this thought, I will be struck by lightning that day, and I will die!
The red dress of ten miles, how could the person in my heart not be him, let the red dress fall to ashes, it is no longer the new joy of the past.
I only look forward to the next life, this lovesickness will never be missed, and I will never give up if I don't want the king's heart.
… A small episode (although it was not inserted at the right time)…
In the middle of a grove full of peach blossoms, there is a small house with blue tiles, with wooden carved window rails, and several books inside, adding a bit of bookishness to the owner.
There was a person lying on the bed in the house, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. His long black hair was scattered smoothly on the bed, against his fair complexion and pretty face, people would mistake him for a woman. actually not.
On that day, Han Qi blocked the knife to save Murong Xing and fell asleep.
Murong Xing understood that Han Qi had been sleeping for a month, and his pulse was getting weaker. He might not be able to survive, but he didn't believe it. How could a person who likes to pester him so much, and such a domineering person, die as soon as he wants to die? isn't it
Murong Xing shook the sleeping person, complaining a little: "Hey master, you have been asleep for so long, do you still want to wake up? I said master, I finally saved the beauty in front of the one I love, you What kind of energy are you mixing up.?"
Seventy-seven episodes continued
The person on the bed didn't move, just lying on the bed so obediently, it wasn't like his master, he wasn't as tough and cold as usual, which made him very uncomfortable.
Murong Xing curled his lips and said, "Hey Master, are you awake? Don't you like chasing me? You can find me wherever I hide. If I run away now, won't you? Get up and chase me, chase me till the end? Let me see, if I run away, you will definitely come after me, so I'm leaving now~"
He didn't understand, how could the leader of the Demon Cult, who can't be beaten to death no matter how hard he beats him, would let him look on? People who can't do it, where did they get the patience to keep their eyes closed and not look at him.
Murong Xing turned around and walked a few steps towards the wooden door: "Hey Master, I'm really gone. If you don't get up again, I'm gone. Don't cry when you can't find me, okay, You wouldn't cry if you were killed." He paused and turned around, with disappointment in his eyes.
Sighing, he laughed dryly and sat back on the bed.
"Hey... Master, you don't want me to come to you with this posture, do you? You don't really have to come, do you? Then what if I go to look for you and can't find you?"
If I die and you wake up, what should I do...
"Master, actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question, and it made me feel too uncomfortable, so I said it."
Silence answered Murong Xing, and Murong Xing only accepted it as acquiescing, after all, most of his master didn't like to talk, but liked to look at him with those deep eyes that could freeze to death, but every time he could guess who he was. He wanted to shut up or keep talking, but he couldn't do it now, it didn't match his eyes, even Murong Xing couldn't guess what he wanted to say.
"Master, you said earlier that you know why I like big brother? Didn't I always say that I like Feng Yin? Could it be that I was very obvious? Master, you can read people's hearts?" Smack your lips , Murong Xing raised his eyebrows and continued, "Secretly reading people's hearts is not good, but master, you shouldn't be able to do it, right? If you could, you should have given up if you knew that I like elder brother, and you insisted on imitating me." In fact, I am not afraid to tell you, Master, that you have not even learned 50% of my stalking tricks, but your spirit is commendable."
"Also, you can scare people to death! You are good at martial arts, and you walk quietly. If you don't notice that you are standing behind someone, I'm so scared that I can jump up and down. You If you keep scaring me like this, maybe even if I like you, I won't be able to be with you anymore," Murong Xing smiled, rather awkwardly, "I don't know why? Let me tell you! Because ah , I might have been scared to death by your erratic figure at that time!"
"Master, in fact, you must not be able to read minds, because you don't know that I like you now, do you?" The words were a little lost.
"Forget it, forget it, these days I have finally fulfilled your wish, but if you don't get up again, I will be angry! Let's go immediately!" Before he finished speaking, Murong Xing got up, and his posture was really a little angry He was about to leave, so he ignored the slightly moving fingers.
"Run again... I'll kill you! Fortunately." The cold voice entered my ears, although the words became a little hoarse after a long time, but the feeling remained the same, as usual, as cold as ice, but Yu Murong was lucky to come When I said it, I felt that the voice of these murderous words was as warm as that of the March breeze, warm and tight.
Unexpectedly, a slightly thin hand pinched his neck tightly from behind, which made Murong Xing both surprised and happy. The surprise was the sudden movement behind him, and the joy was that the person he had guarded for so long finally woke up. Such thoughts filled his mind, to the point that Murong Xing completely forgot the sense of crisis that should exist now.
"Master!" Murong Xing came to his senses, turned around and hugged Han Qi, wishing he could rub him into his arms, "Master! You're finally awake! Don't worry about me!"
"Yeah." For a moment, Murong Xing felt that the man seemed to be smiling, but when he met the dark eyes that were as usual without any emotion, he felt that the thought just now must be an illusion.
"Master... then what... hehehe... did you hear what you said just now?" Murong Xing scratched his head and smiled dryly, looking stupid.
"Um."
An um, made Murong Xing's smile collapse, and he curled his lips, feeling a little offended, even though he usually looks like a little hooligan, but he really never said this to make people get goosebumps.
"Then... Master, you mean you heard it, so you heard what I just said, right?"
Han Qi hummed again, and Murong Xing said again: "Then tell me what I asked just now? Master, how did you know that I fell in love with eldest brother? When did you know? Did I really show that?" Is it so obvious? Obviously I have been clinging to Feng Yin!"
Murong Xing returned to his original nature, and once he started making noises, he would make endless noises, just like little flies buzzing in Han Qi's ear, it was really annoying, sometimes Han Qi would inevitably ask himself, when that time How on earth did he fall in love with Murong Xing, or what aspect of Murong Xing did he fall in love with, so that he pursued him to the ends of the earth so desperately, and even cared about his life for the sake of his safety.
Facts have proved that he would never take a fancy to Murong Xing's noisy nature.
"Shut up!" Han Qi said in a cold voice. It was clear that the weather was except for the spring breeze. It was as if a big block of ice had been placed in the room. Murong Xing shuddered and closed his mouth consciously, with his eyes wide open. His big eyes, almost twinkling, stared fixedly at Han Qi.
Han Qi's lips lifted up, his already pretty face became even more beautiful with this smile, like a heavenly man, not something ordinary people can compare to, naturally, in Murong Xing's heart, he was still the big girl he fell in love with a long time ago look better.
"Guess you like it."
A faint sentence was firmly heard in Murong Xing's ears, which caused him to have a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, I didn't expect my master to have such an intuition that is more effective than a woman's. I admire it." Murong Xing raised his voice, looking like a little hooligan, Han Qi frowned, but he didn't care.
Everyone said that women have such a unique intuition, but now he doesn't think so. Whoever said that only women have it, his master's intuition is no worse than that of women, at least to say it down.
"You're jealous." Han Qi said coolly.
Are you jealous? Uh... It seems that there is such a thing.
"Fortunately, I've changed my mind. If you want to leave, I won't stop you now." Han Qi said, his voice that hadn't spoken for a long time was extremely hoarse, and now his voice should be dehydrated after talking so much Murong Xing didn't come back to his senses, but thoughtfully handed over a cup of tea to let Han Qi, who was coughing, moisten his throat before speaking.
"What?" After regaining his senses, Murong Xing was shocked, his eyes widened as if he wanted to look into the depths of the eyes of the person in front of him, see what he was thinking, and then dig out his secret, "Master, what do you say?" what?!"
Han Qi remained silent, and after a long stalemate, Murong Xing finally said: "I won't leave, I have taken care of you, Master, for so long, it's not for nothing."
Han Qi: "..."
Murong Xing: "No matter what, I won't leave, even if you drive me away!"
Han Qi still didn't speak, and Murong Xing said again: "Master, master, good master, let me stay."
"... I didn't say anything."
Murong Xing couldn't help being stunned by Han Qi's words, and then he couldn't stop his joy. Han Qi agreed with Han Qi's words, and he will never drive him away again, it's really great!
…
After that, the two of them lived a peaceful and leisurely life, but after a long time, Murong Xing dared to ignore him as a master and secretly do something behind his back, this thought made Han Qi very angry.
A few days later, bad news came from the city. It was said that the minister in the court, that is, the national teacher who killed the treacherous king of Xiang for the people, unfortunately passed away. Some people in the market said, this national teacher is The one who was killed was probably the remnant party of the King of Xiang. Some people said that the national teacher committed suicide. The reason for this is unknown, but how many people know who is right and who is wrong? I am afraid that the only person who knows is the person concerned.
Looking at Murong Xing who was so happy to hear the news, Han Qi frowned, although Han Qi knew that this Feng Ziqing was killed by the national teacher, and this national teacher is equivalent to Murong Xing's enemy , the person who killed him, I'm afraid it was his luck, but let Murong Xing explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly before giving up.
"Actually, master, you are wrong. Really, I wanted to kill him to avenge my elder brother, but I didn't do it later. My elder brother was so kind to him. Even if he was killed, I didn't hate him. If I really did I'm afraid that my elder brother will not let me go if he is a ghost. I just threw the sword on the ground at that time, and let him judge from his heart whether he is worthy of elder brother. It's really nothing more than that, Master, you have to Believe me." Murong Xing blinked his big eyes, looked at Han Qi quite aggrieved, Han Qi didn't say anything, but he had an answer in his heart, because Murong Xing would never lie to himself again.
What's going on, how many people know? Did Gu Qingheng really commit suicide? And why
It turns out that the thing is like this, that day Murong Xing dropped the sword, said something that made him speak from his heart, and left angrily, leaving only Gu Qingheng standing where he was and the sword lying on the ground , he just stood there blankly, not knowing what he was going to do next, suddenly at this moment, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded in the room, muffled, directly hitting the heart's heaviness.
As if thinking of something, he ran into the house in a panic, and there was a woman under the bed, it was Qinglian, she was so thin that she was almost out of shape, Gu Qinghen called a few times, but no one answered, she approached slightly tremblingly , Stretched out his hand to explore Qinglian's breath, his pupils shrank sharply, and then he put Qinglian lightly on the bed, as if she was just asleep, just covered the quilt and went out, picked up the The long sword laughed sadly.
"In this life, I have betrayed two people. One loves me deeply, but I just have a brother-sister relationship with her. The other loves me deeply, but I can't stay together forever. I know that there are many people in his heart, and I can't say What, I killed him in the end, my injustice..." Then he smiled sadly, and with a flash of sword light, he fell into the underworld.
seventy-eight idiots
Legend has it that if you don't drink the bowl of Mengpo soup on the Naihe Bridge, you can leave the memory of your previous life, but in this life, you should be dumb.
Because the memory of this past life belongs to the secret, if it is not special, it cannot be revealed.
"The eldest son of Prime Minister Liu is a fool."
Outsiders gathered together to gossip again, and the person in these remarks refers to me, Liu Siqing.
So what about a fool? It's great to live a carefree life. Although I often suffer from other people's eyes, insults and teasing, but if I get into trouble, I will be ignored and I will not do any preaching, because, I am an idiot.
Since you have come to this world, just remember that I am here to find someone, but if you want to ask me who I am looking for, you ask me, who should I ask
My father's name is Liu Jingwen. I heard people say that my father was born gentle and quiet, so he chose such a name.
I remember that some government children laughed at me in private schools. Those children have received little discipline since they were young. They have been to places they should go and places they should not go. Unlike me, I just like to let my father accompany me every day Either by myself, or by listening to my father and obediently going to a private school to study, although I didn’t listen to what my husband said... Well, I remember what he said, “Haha, one of your family is a fool and the other is dumb. By the way, I don’t know how the emperor valued that dumb person, wouldn’t it be for the emperor? Ah? Haha!”
There was a burst of laughter.
My face was flushed and angry, in fact, I am not a fool, I naturally understand what they are saying there, and why they are laughing there.
Then, in a fit of anger, I swung my two small fists and hit him. Although I was only five or six years old at the time, my strength was not good. The person who spoke