MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 53 Drunk dreams

Chapter 53—Drunken Dream

To say that Jingqi actually likes Wuxi's yard from the heart--there are many fun things and many fresh things. I used to come here to eat rice. But since Wuxi drank too much wine and hugged him for a while, Jing Qi had a bit of a jerk.

He had always used Wuxi as a stubborn child. He never thought that after a long time, the other party developed this kind of thought. After a moment of chaos in his heart, he decided to cut the knife quickly, so he would never see each other again. Waiting for him to grow up and think about a lot of things, this unrealistic thinking in his youth should be light.

But on that snowy night, he had called his cold, iron-hearted heart softly, one after another, and Jing Qi still did not have the heart to block the child from the gate of the palace.

He sometimes thinks that when he gets old in the future and starts thinking about old feelings, how many "old feelings" will he miss?

Nanning Wang's long sleeved good dance left and right, when he dreamed back at midnight, he was surprised that he was empty in his heart, without even thinking about it. He has enjoyed extreme desire in the world, and has walked three feet in Huangquan. The beauty and ugliness of the earth have been seen all over. Naturally, he knows what is good, and when he knows it, he is even more reluctant to see the slightest goodness now.

Jing Qi was not Zhou Zishu. He could not do the killing and decisiveness of life as he did. Once a person thinks too much and is too thorough, it is always difficult to draw conclusions.

He felt that when he was a man in the previous life, it was a bit wrong to die in Hellen's hands because he was jealous. Hellend really looked at him, and Jingqi himself knew what he was--it was always the one who followed the coach. The dog-headed military division who has a good plan, is not born with the kind of spirit to guide the country and set the stage.

Because of this awkward idea, he has not been to Wujitong Mansion for more than a year. It is one thing to give up. Jing Qi pondered this a few times and felt that it would be impossible to deal with such a tendon in Wuxi. When I ca n’t communicate, persuasion does n’t work, and I ’m always soft-hearted. If I ca n’t be tough on him, I can only pretend to be stupid. I look forward to his youthful nature. go with.

I don't know if Pianwuxi can see it or what, every once in a while, he should be reminded very eloquently that Jing Qi pretends not to hear it, or speaks sloppily and laughs badly, but it is becoming more and more worrying. Feeling-He deceived himself and said that he was not serious, but he knew clearly that Wuxi's words were definitely truer than hazelnuts.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard of Wuxi, he saw a few wires hanging under the big banyan tree, and a small wooden strip below the palm width was tied at different heights. Wuxi smirked at him, and Jingqi had to move With some attention, he reached out and gently pinched a small wooden bar and asked, "What's this for?"

Only after his voice fell, Wuxi grabbed his hand, pulled him back and took a step back, and then there was a drop of cinnabar on it, just where he was standing just now. At the top was a small saucer, trembling in the breeze. He had just touched the small wooden tether below, and then crooked the dangerous dish and spilled water into it.

Wuxi Road: "Don't get your clothes on—the one I used to practice light exercises. I borrowed on that wooden bar and every time I stepped on it, the cinnabar water couldn't fall, even if it was, it's no longer needed. Ai Lai is playing this. But others are too big, and light-weight kung fu can't work all the time.

Jing Qi secretly wiped his sweat. Fortunately, he called Ping'an auspicious mix that day, and he couldn't make a move with him, otherwise this old face really has no place to rest.

Wuxi still has everything in this yard. There is a weapon rack next to it, and some plum piles are poked up and down. It doesn't look like a place where the witch boy in southern Xinjiang lives, but it is a bit secret. The place of martial arts. There is a study next to it. While the day is sunny, there is a mat at the door and some books are drying.

Wuxi said, "You sit here for a while, I look at the flower pulp that I made a few days ago, soak it in sugar water. I originally planned to send it to you, and you are here."

This man was really keen to do what he said, and before Jing Qi pretended to say "Thank you, don't be busy", people ran away.

The imperial capital has reached twilight at this time. It is the time when it is lively, but it is as if it has not melted into this small courtyard. The big banyan tree in the middle has not been known for hundreds of decades, covering the sky and casting a large shadow, light and shadow. Passing through the gap. At this time, the guards knew that he was in and did not come to the yard, and the place was faintly exuding the bitter tone of gold stones and the voice of unclear sound.

Occasionally, a viper and the like crawled slowly. These poisonous insects were also well-trained. They didn't come near Jingqi, looked at him from a distance, and then went to another place, as if a sable in his arms. Some vigilance.

Jing Qi turned around in the yard, opened the basic Wuxi Sun book and looked at it at will. He saw that every book he had read, he carefully wrote a note next to it, with a pen and ink, Jing Qi looked carefully Here, some of the Zhubi was casually spoken by him, and the rest were from Wuxi's own comments. The words were not good-looking, vertical and horizontal, but rare and serious.

He closed the book and admired it secretly, and glimpsed a small mat next to the book, which was covered with a pile of white powder, and he didn't know what it was, because he was close and could not smell it. Under the sun, it would look like a flash of light.

Jing Qi couldn't help but reached out and wanted to grab a look. Who knew that Wuxi had just come in before his fingers touched him, and at a glance, couldn't help losing his voice: "Don't touch that ..."

Jing Qi was caught off guard and turned to look at him, but unexpectedly, he was so impatient that the little purple sable who was impatient and wanted to go around for a long time jumped out of the opportunity and jumped out joyfully, just hoping On the powder that has been dried in the sun, its movement is too fast, and his skills like Liang Jiuxiao are scratched and scratched by him. Jingqi naturally failed to grab it, and the powder that was caught by the sable was sprinkled on his face. .

Jing Qi suddenly stood up and took a big step back, and did not know if he had sucked it in. He saw Wuxi striding towards him, and then his head was dizzy, and his mind was stunned. Nightmare, his head was a little clear, and he was groggy, he shook, his fingers grabbed in the air, as if he had caught something, and he didn't know what he was holding until he reacted.

Wuxi looked at a person planted in his arms, and bowed his head to the stinging sable which was still on the ground. For a moment, I really wanted to smash it and simmer it.

He sighed, tossed the sable with his toes and tossed it aside, then leaned down, hooked Jing Qi's leg with one hand, carefully lifted the person, and placed it on his bed. Looking at this person before, he felt He was long and chic, but this time Jing Qi was soft and curled up in his arms. He looked very thin and was not heavy in his arms. It seemed that there was only a bone frame on his body, supporting such a sperm. Furious, and then talk about the wind and laugh strategy.

At this moment, he suddenly took the Wulong Road of Xiao Mink, and planted it one by one. The soul in his body was forced to rest. The man was like a emptied bone frame. His white skin called eyelashes cast a circle of shadows. Looking at it, I felt a bit pitiful.

Wuxi somehow felt that he would be cold, pulled a quilt, and gently put him on his body.

Then he got up and poured a cup of hot water, and then took out a porcelain bottle from the small cabinet. He learned that the medicine was dissolved in the hot water, and after cooling for a while, he tried the water droplets on the back of his hand. Qi Qi stood up and told him to lean on his chest, hold his chin lightly, and fed the potion into it.

The odorless white powder was a kind of drug he basked there. It had no name. After being sold by Zhou Zishu in a batch, he got a name from Jianghu people, called "Drunk Life and Dream". Zhou Zishu knows people's hearts best. At the door, I didn't sell much. I just scattered five or six bottles and refused to give them any more. Each bottle was sold for a hefty price.

After this thing is completely dry, it will be colorless and tasteless. It will be unrecognizable when it goes down into the diet or scattered in the air. If there is no antidote, as long as the person inhales a little, he will lie down for five or six days. However, These five or six days are not a sleepy sleep, and people who have been treated with this medicine will never wake up and dream of what they desire most in their hearts, which is why they have such a name.

Even though he was given the potion, Wuxi knew that he would have to spend an hour or two before waking up, gently lowering his head to wipe away the water stains on his lips, pinching his fingertips to Jing Qi's lips, and couldn't help but pause. The softness and tenderness on the man's lips stunned him.

The person who had long thought about him leaned unconsciously in his arms. A heart in Wuxi's chest suddenly accelerated, his breathing was disturbed, and he was bewildered by something. He slowly lowered his head and raised the scene. Qi's chin, to kiss his lips, which just made his fingertips burn.

It wasn't just the fingertips that burned immediately. He felt that the entire soul was falling. Jing Qi was unconscious because of his slightly aggressive kiss. Wuxi seemed to be able to feel the bones of the other person. It's hard to get on yourself ... but it's not enough.

This impenetrable distance was not close enough, and his clamoring longing was not soothed, and he wanted something else.

After Wuxi's fight from the age of eleven to Beijing, life has always been simple and regular, practicing, refining medicine, reading books, watching Jingqi making trouble, and never experienced personnel, but at this time as if driven by instinct. Groping his hands, starting from the neckline, one by one untied Jing Qi's buttons.

Soon, the white and delicate skin of Nanning Wang Yangzun was exposed, and Wuxi tentatively reached out and touched his tight and moist waist, and he couldn't let go like he was fascinated.

This man is made of porcelain, but not as cold as porcelain, nor as high as his own body temperature, as if it were just the right temperature.

He grew just right everywhere, a strand of hair scattered, softly resting on the collarbone, hanging down the bed, corresponding to black and white, is shockingly beautiful.

Wuxi was foolish.

I just felt like the whole body was steamed, and the abnormal heat flow was everywhere. He remembered that lingering dream that day, memories and reality overlapped, and the strings in his brain broke suddenly, then he bent down instinctively. go with……

At this moment, Jingqi suddenly moved a moment, Wuxi was shocked, but could not react for a while, and was there.

Jing Qi did not wake up, as if the drunken dream began to attack, what he dreamed about, Xianxiu's good-looking brow slowly wrinkled, then loosened again, and the corner of his mouth showed a little seemingly faint smile. But it fell down, faintly shrouded in sadness.

Wu Xi looked at the man with a disheveled cloth in his arms. Suddenly, the red tide on his face faded and turned white and blue. He quickly closed Jing Qi's placket, re-buttoned him, and put Jing Qi on the bed. He covered the quilt and rushed out.