MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 15 Mochizuki River

Chapter 15

Chinese New Year is a big event. There is a banquet in the palace. Except for the old people who are prepared to be cheerful, everyone else is upset.

Inside there are concubines and marvels. The so-called three women are a drama. Countless women are together. It is a disaster of millions of ducks. A group of pro-sons and sons from outside have their own thoughts. Come and go. The guns and arrows, the ministers all just smiled with a smile.

After all, He Lianpei just didn't care, it wasn't empty-headed. After spending most of his life in the deep palace, Zhi Guoping wouldn't be in the world. He still understood the struggle for favor.

After sitting for a while, I still felt lively at first, and later I was annoyed.

The father-in-law gave a warm stomach soup, and He Lianpei took a sip in his hand and asked, "Where is Beiyuan? Ask him to come and sit with him for a while."

Xi Gonggong froze for a while, and looked around, and found that the seat of King Nanning was long empty, and he was busy asking.

For a moment, the father-in-law said to Helianpei softly, "Return to the emperor, the prince just said that there was a cold wind outside, and he had some headaches, so he went back and pleaded guilty."

He Lianpei's eyelids were raised slightly, and he waved his hands. Father-in-law Xi saw that he looked sullen, and did not bother to stand back.

For a moment, he heard He Lianpei sigh softly. The emperor's face looked a bit dull under the lights, and the wrinkles one after another scrambled out from the corner of his eyes. Under the Chinese clothes, he was especially defeated: nothing……"

On this night, the entire capital of Beijing was filled with laughter.

Jingqi knew that he had escaped, and could not let Helianchi see this. His Royal Highness was a typical one who needed to be backed up. He did n’t say that the poor and the dead friends still jumped, and he was uncomfortable. No one can escape.

It wasn't until He Lianxu was pulled by Lu Xin, the champion of the new division this year, that Jingqi seized the opportunity, rubbed his feet with oil, ran to the free world outside the palace, and ran away.

He pretended to be weak all the way, and didn't ride a horse. He told Ping An to prepare a car, and when he reached the palace, he said he wanted to go to bed early.

Ping An was worried, for fear that the grandpa really had a headache and hot brain, and when he saw that he was unwilling to speak, he served him to wash and sleep, and turned off the light early.

Jingqi heard that there was no movement outside, so he got up, changed his undressed burlap clothes, rushed his hair, and turned to the backyard. In the evening of the 30th year, the people in the royal palace were not restricted in activities, and the backyard was quiet. No one was watching, Jing Qi sneaked out of Jiaomen and ran to Wuxi.

At the first sight, it was him, and he stung for a while before talking, and Jing Qi covered his mouth.

Jing Qishuang entered the Wutong Mansion, so he let go of him and laughed, "I was looking for your master. I didn't ask Ping An to know. I wo n’t let it go until dawn."

Ai Lai looked at him stupidly, some did not understand why he went out as a prince and agreed in peace, so he nodded: "Then ... then I'll call the witch boy."

"No need, he knows, your little marten is too shameless, others forget it, I will run in as soon as I come." Jing Qifang only glanced at the little purple marten's figure flashing, with some resentment, Xin Xin didn't do anything, so I liked it, and this time, it became a real name for cats and dogs.

Sure enough, the words faded, and Wuxi came out of the room.

At the sight of Jing Qi, he froze for a moment. Wu Xi did not wear his clothes that were not black and slippery. He wore only casual clothes, and his hair was loosely covered behind him without a veil.

He has not seen light all year round, his skin is a little pale, and even the color of his lips is light. His facial features are deeper than those of the Central Plains, but they are not obtrusive. Instead, he has a special secluded beauty. Jing Qi turned back and pointed at him with a smile and said, "Why don't I‘ hold the pipa half-covered ’today and tell me that vulgar person has a glimpse of fairy posture?”

Wuxi said "Oh" and said very succinctly, "I didn't wear that today."

Jing Qiyu died, and his heart said that you treat me blind?

In fact, the black veil masked, when the southern Xinjiang was catching up with ceremonies and other ceremonies, the clothes that witch children would wear were usually not worn, but after Daqing, they unconsciously distinguished themselves from those around them. Whoever I saw, he was always so tight that he never took off his clothes.

It's like wearing a veil so that no one can see him, no need to see others.

But it ’s because Jingqi often comes to trouble recently. Although Wuxi and the poisons he raised and raised saw the Nanning King ’s first reaction, his head was big, but his heart was also relaxed a lot, and this day has gradually become more realistic. The gate of Witch Boy's House is no longer closed so tightly.

Wuxi looked at him in a strange way. Although Jing Qi was not usually worn in red and green, he was used to pampering himself. Even if he was traveling in plain clothes, the embroidery used by the material was bound to be very particular. The commoner's cloth was on him. Then he asked, "Why are you here ... still dressed like this?"

Jing Qi rolled his eyes: "You unconsciously little cub, didn't you say in the first few days that I would take you to the lively place in the city to see and see?"

Wuxi was stunned, he thought Jingqi was just a casual comment.

The Central Plains people are very hospitable. When there is something, there are always a few phrases hanging on their lips, but no one takes them seriously. Although Wuxi often cannot distinguish the true and false of the Central Plains people, for many years, it has also understood that It ’s impossible to count the number of times when you ’re visiting, “Come and sit often”.

"Are you serious?"

Jing Qiyi shook his sleeves and turned to pretend to go: "How often is it that the king said something to you? Hey, it's easy to get out of the palace. People are not rare, not rare, let's go back to sleep Before the dawn of the province, you have to be a thief ... "

Wuxi grabbed him by the shoulder, he clumsily stupid, Jing Qi said ten sentences may not be able to connect to one sentence, then anxious, for a long time, just babblingly said, "I'll go with you."

Of course, Jing Qi usually has ten words in his mouth. Nine sentences are all horse-drawn carriages, but when he met Wuxi, a child who was indifferent to the true and false, he also knew that he was harmless here, and maybe he could be here. Broken friendships, so most of the time is more sincere, never easy to promise.

He lived for so many years. He only liked children and small animals. When he saw Wu Xi and the small sable sitting on his shoulder, everyone and the animals were staring at Wu Xing's eyes. I wanted to make a tease, so I deliberately said, "Dare to ask me to follow you?"

Wuxi said, "I ... I didn't mean that ..."

He was only really angry at Dao Jingqi. This person has always been very generous. Whether he doesn't speak well, he is attacked by a nasty mink, or he does n’t understand the courtesy. Don't care, it always passes with a smile. Who knows this time he really left his sleeve to leave.

Wuxi had a pale face, and a layer of pink rose slightly because of eagerness. He knew in his heart that Jing Qi had been letting him, and he said in case he really annoyed this man, I am afraid he would not even let him You can't coax it back.

Thinking about it this way, inexplicably, a little panic rose in my heart, afraid that he would leave like this, and he would still be like a stranger to everyone, as before, this witch boy's house was as dead as a grave ...

"Bei Yuan!"

Jing Qi ignored him and just walked forward. Wuxi was a good kid since he was a kid, naturally he could hold him, but he was afraid he would be more angry and afraid to force, but he was dragged forward a few steps. The little sable seemed to understand something, and rushed to slap the clothes on Jing Qi's body with his claws catching his collar.

Jing Qi originally teased him. Who knew that Wuxi's solid eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red, so he stopped, stretched his face, looked at the little sable lying on his arm, and stretched out his hands. Living on the back of a sable, lifting it up, said shamelessly, "Or you can give me this for a few days, and I won't be angry with you."

Wuxi glanced at the innocent little sable, looked at Jing Qi's face again, nodded his head quickly, and turned his head and said to Ai Lai: "Give me a bottle of freshly prepared antidote."

Imao Lai immediately took a small porcelain bottle from her arms, and Wuxi handed it to Jing Qi Dao: "Take it away, this little beast is very poisonous in his mouth. It is familiar to you. It will not bite you. If it bites you, Others in the family just have to take one capsule. "After thinking about it, I don't worry," You ... you said you would not be angry. "

Jing Qi was wearing a wall-thick face, and suddenly found himself as an uncle-level and deceiving honest children in a disrespectful way.

Quickly coughed and gave a little smile: "I spare you this time."

The little sable still tried to reach out his clothes with his claws and opened his round eyes. The unfortunate little beast did not know that he had been sold by his owner.

There is a big river in the middle of the capital called Wangyue River. The water system runs through the north and the south. On this night, the lanterns floated a few miles away. Stars and dots are endless. Fireworks on the earth have covered the entire night sky, and even the stars and moon are dim. Silk bamboo mixed with human voices came from the river paintings. The tower was soaring, and the orange-red lights hung on the edge of the corner tower, following the traces of snow falling before it could be cleaned.

The people on the streets were shoulder-to-shoulder, and the north wind was a bit shaved, but they still felt a little warm when mixed with the crowd. The small vendors sold only a few household items, very rough, not so good, but wonderful. atmosphere.

Walking around the street, Wuxi even sweated a bit.

He had never seen such a lively scene. He was infected for a while, and his eyes were brilliant. How could it not be enough? Jing Qi carefully guarded the little sable in his arms while pointing at the various places in Beijing. Show him.

At this moment, the whistling sound of a flute seemed to break through the hustle and bustle of the earth, soared up, pierced into the ears of people, and seemed to be quiet around them. The loud people were slightly quieter, all crowded by the river. I stretched my neck and looked at a painting in the middle of the moon.

Wuxi could not help asking, "What are they looking at?"

Jing Qi also froze for a moment. He didn't think of it for a while. He stayed in the palace very late every year. He went back to the palace to clean up and fell asleep. This year, he promised to take Wuxi out to confuse the crowd. There was such a show at the time of the year, and what it was was a bit vague.

Just listening to the person next to him slowly said: "This is Yue Niang going out to sing."

Jing Qi only felt that his scalp had exploded, twisted his neck stiffly, and squeezed out a smile: "Please His Royal Highness ..."

Hellene looked at him with a smile, "Well, a headache?"