Lord Seventh

Chapter Eight Looking Back

Jian Shangshu is indeed an old-fashioned and cunning master, and Jing Qi underestimated his shamelessness. After Jian Zongzong reacted to what happened, he did not hit the pillar or the wall, and he did not cry, quarrel, or hang himself. He rolled his eyes, stretched his legs, and passed away.

OK, this time I can say nothing and save everything.

Helianchi raised his face slightly, and sighed at the scolding of Zhao Ming's traces. The ministers came and went to fight with you. He gradually heard a little numbness, and looked up with a look of eyes blindly. In the consciousness, he did the same look-up action as Wuxi.

He felt sad and wanted to yell and you all shut up. He wanted to slap the table and yell loudly to see what kind of products your fellow saints and disciples are. I want to say that those who corrupted Chao Gang and all the tainted southern Xinjiang's iniquity were all pulled out and cut!

But he can't say anything, he can't do anything. He is just an extra person who has just been allowed to attend the testimony and has the name of the East Palace, but don't say real power, even the words will be ridiculed. I did n’t say much in one step, I did n’t make a mistake in one step, but my brothers who were jealous were waiting to get him off the horse, and they were just like walking on thin ice. How can they manage other people ’s affairs?

He remembered Zhou Taifu telling history. Zhou Taifu said that the country will die and the evildoers will come out.

The hall was still there, but the sky in Daqing was about to collapse.

Once the farce was over, Jing Qi looked at it with a smile, but Helianchi wanted to cry. But maybe whether you want to cry or laugh, the mood is the same.

Wu Xi kneeled there calmly, very calmly. He didn't feel that he had done wrong, nor did he regret it. The finger of the man who was called "His Royal Highness" was about to poke his nose. Most of what he said was incomprehensible, but he knew it was not good.

"... The sinister intentions are enough!"

This means to kill him. Wuxi understood, and he tilted his head and glanced at the great prince Helianzhao, who seemed to have a deep hatred like himself. He thought that if they had known that they were going to kill themselves because of this, they would not be embarrassed. Let the old man named Jian Zhanmao Qiqiao bleed to see his dead ghost father.

The Vasa people in their southern Xinjiang are the most true-tempered people. They eat when they are hungry, even if they are bark of weeds, when they are sleepy, they fall down and fall asleep. Be with her all my life, be kind to her, and never change my heart, come to the friendly guests, treat with good wine, the world can be brothers, meet enemies, there are not so many false names, no matter The teacher is famous or the teacher is unknown. If there is hatred in his heart, he must pay for his blood debt. If he can relieve the cramps, he will cramp. If the enemy cannot be defeated and killed by the other party, as well as his relatives, friends and brothers, as long as the Vasa people have not died, this hatred will be passed down from generation to generation.

I have never heard of a Vassar man who was bullied outside and hides in hiding, like the Central Plains who only dare to remember it in his heart, like a grass dog, only dare to spit on the side. , Wait until the other party is unlucky, then dare to step forward and step on a sigh.

He thought that what the shaman had told him to be patient is actually wrong—for his clan, he could n’t even bow down. He is a man who represents the Great God of Xi. If even he becomes a man, he will only wag his tail and nod his waist. People, what should the tribe do?

This is a time of sorrow. Prosperity has seen the decline, and the heroes are fledgling, and they can only watch the bears become popular. Unwillingness and grief are suppressed in the hearts of the children prematurely, allowing them to grow up in such strength , Waiting to tilt out the anger towards the whole world and turn it into a destructive force.

Jing Qi gradually couldn't laugh anymore. He sighed softly, and there was a little sense of powerlessness in the outside. At first, he felt that the witch boy in southern Xinjiang was a bit nasty. He was so young, so he must report. There is no room for tolerance, but at this moment he looked at Wuxi, who was kneeling in the middle of his mouth, and realized that the child's eyes were just too dark, not evil, too stubborn.

He looked at him coldly, like a little beast that could not be injured and moved, and was proud and arrogant.

The great prince Helianzhao struck his head on the ground: "Father Emperor, this is the image of chaos. If you don't kill this person, you will chill the hearts of the courtiers!"

The second prince, Helianqi, chuckled, "The words of the big emperor are really heartfelt. The southern Xinjiang is a place of nowhere, and he doesn't know the etiquette and law. He is just a little baby who can't hold it up. If he didn't force his father to kill this little child, it would be his father who, regardless of the Jiangshan community, destroyed the Great Wall and chilled the hearts of the civil and military in the dynasty? I don't know ... adults, whose heart has been chilled? "

His gaze turned to the side, Helien Qi looked exactly like his mother Zhuang Fei, her eyes were very high, and there was a bit of femininity in the flow, but she turned to the side with a smile like a smile, not feminine Angry, it's yin and yang strange.

Anyone who has eyesight can immediately understand what the following words say. It should be the family's phoenix, the grandson, the grandson, and the grandmother. If you do n’t have enough status, you must shut up as soon as possible.

Even Zhao Ming, who had not been able to live just now, lost his voice and no longer sought death.

He Lianzhao said angrily, "What do you mean?"

He Lianqipi smiled and smiled: "It's just a matter of discussion. Brother Huang, don't be so strange. I won't talk to my brother. I'm sorry to offend you."

In this dynasty, one son and one courtier, Helian Xu finally saw enough, and said, "Father Emperor, son Chen ... Chen Chen suddenly felt a little unwell ..." He Lianpei looked at the little son and found him Sure enough, his face was extremely pale, and even the blood on his lips seemed to fade away, and he shivered slightly, and said, "Hey? What's the matter? Come on, help the Prince down, and declare the Prince."

The father-in-law hurriedly took a nap, and helped Helianpeng personally. Jing Qi looked at his back, but felt that the young man's back was slightly hesitant.

He Lianpei waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, what's the noise? What does it look like ?! All of them stunned!" He glanced at the Wuxi still kneeling there, and said softly, "Witch Boy, you get up too. "

He Lianpei glanced gloomily over the two grown-up sons: "The saint once said that the word is governed by politics, the punishment is punished, and the people are shameless. The morality of the word, the courtesy of Qi, Shameful and qualified ', but he has no knowledge of children and has not been educated. A benevolent should impart it by virtue and receive it with courtesy. If he kills this person, he will kill it. If this person is killed, the matter will spread to the world. Laugh at me Daqing monarchs have no measure and kill tyranny? "

Jing Qi rolled his eyes and said that he heard the words of Jun, and he could really hang himself.

He Lianpei asked Wuxi affectionately, "How old are you? Have you read books in southern Xinjiang?"

Wuxi stunned: "I ... Eleven, the big wizard is my teacher, but I haven't read your book in Central Plains."

He Lianpei shook his head and was very sorry: "Unfortunately, the beauty of reading is to go up to the holy, and down to Jin Xian, to talk about one or two, isn't it wonderful? Unfortunately, you are far away, and you have never experienced this. The happiest thing-hey? Beiyuan ... "

Jing Qiyi was surprised, and suddenly he was named, and he bowed in a hurry: "He is there."

"Ah, you child, I didn't even say a word for a while, I almost forgot about you." He Lianpei gave him a glance, "Why is it so boring like a little old man at such a little age? 朕I heard that you haven't been out of the house except for entering the palace for months? "

Jing Qidao said: "The subject bears heavy filial piety and dares not make trouble."

He Lianpei sighed and stretched out his hands and pinched his shoulders: "Although Ming Zhe has a different surname, he is like a sibling ... oh, you have to take care of yourself and know your filial piety, but do n’t let yourself be damaged— —Now the witch ’s mansion in Beijing has not yet been built, but they have to be wronged. They lived in the post hall for a while, and some guests came from afar. Do n’t take it easy. I think he ’s about the same age as you. It ’s okay, you are of average age, and there is something to say.

Jing Qi rolled his eyes greatly in his heart, but had to respectfully say, "The minister led."

He Lianpei nodded and said to the witch boy, "This is my King of Nanning, Daqing, and you are considered to be in a similar status. It is not a disgrace to the distant guest. In the future, you will have to live in the capital and ask Beiyuan to take you. It's good to be close to the children of the family. Hey ... "

He just spit out a word, only remembering that Helianji had just been ill and was taken out, he frowned slightly, his eyes rolled around the hall, his face flashed helplessly for a moment, Then he said, "Where is the Temple of Hongyu Temple?"

Hongyuan Temple secretary Chen Yuanshan busy said: "He is there."

He Lianpei nodded: "Chen Aiqing, there are many things in the southern Xinjiang that you have to worry about."

Chen Yuanshan said busyly: "The minister obeys the order."

He Lianpei rubbed his eyebrows, without covering his face with tiredness, Huihui sleeves, stood up: "I will stop today, weary, let's loose."

Immediately, the father-in-law came forward, Helianpei held the father-in-law's arm, took two steps, remembered what looked like, looked back at Jing Qiyi, and whispered: "I listen to my son, you say you'll be better , So he asked for the Xixi in the palace, didn't he go to the palace to read? "

Jing Qiyi: "Emperor, the rules of this dynasty ..."

But He Lianpei shook his head and interrupted him: "If you don't want to, just let it go, you ... you're big now, knowing things, and turning back to point you to a gentleman who is both academic and moral. , I have to go to the palace to accompany you, not to hurt you for so many years. "

He finished and turned away.

Jing Qi suddenly remembered that in the last life, actually He Lianpei implicitly hinted that he was going to point him to a Western seat, so he didn't have to go into the palace anymore, but he was thinking about He Lianhe at that time, and didn't realize what he was meaning.

The ministers sent away the emperor and left one by one. He Lianqi smiled at He Lianzhao with a smile. He Lianzhao froze, snorted, and walked away—Jing Qi was looking in his eyes, he thought. The confused emperor, after all, was not completely confused, and really had planned for himself, and hinted that he should not be involved in the ugly battles of his sons.

It was a pity that at that time, it took He Lianpei's hard work.

Jing Qi suddenly felt that, in fact, the emperor was just a poor man who was lonely and involuntary.

Not far away, Chen Yuanshan, the secretary of the Hongye Temple, was talking to Wuxi. Chen Yuanshan was kind to everyone, and would not offend this savage witch boy in southern Xinjiang too.

The emperor's will has come down. If he is not good enough, he will persevere without saying a word, so he puts a smile on his face and walks to Wuxi.

The author has something to say: Shuanggeng ... I was moved by my own hard work ==