Chapter 2: Better go

Chapter Two Is Better To Go Back
Jing Qi only felt that it was dark for a while, as if everything was clear in the chaos, as if everything was separated by a layer of veil.
He remembered the impermanent face that he saw last, cold and dull, as if covered with a shell, so that people could not see clearly, but the fingers between his eyebrows made him feel inexplicably warm.
I heard that Huangquan Road and Guimen Pass are extremely overcast places. When the old man walks, he must make himself a quilt. Jing Qi knows that the ghosts are like ice cubes, and he can feel close to three feet. chill.
He didn't understand what Bai Wuchang had done, but when he thought about it that way, the final temperature given to him and the low speech, faint, had such a decided taste.
He wondered, why is this so?
Consciousness once again bewildered, how could he not open his eyes, and did not know how long it took before he felt his hands and feet. Even if he hadn't felt physically for more than sixty years, he was sober at first, only to feel heavy, and his head hurt like a needle.
From time to time someone walked around him, the sound was near and far away, and some people opened his mouth and poured soup into his mouth. I do n’t know which of the two sister-in-laws filled it, like a horse. Stopping, the taste was restored at first, and the bitterness rushed to the top of the head, without any precaution, and was choked by the soup medicine rolled into the throat, coughing, and it was a mess of soldiers and horses.
This uproar gave him some strength and opened his eyes barely—
His vision was blurry, and he blinked hard for a few moments before he became clear. He was being held in his arms to feed the medicine. The teenager saw him choke and opened his eyes, and put down the medicine bowl while patting his back, while Shouted: "Please come to the doctor, Lord Wang is awake."
Only then coughed, and he was patted lightly by this boy. Jing Qi thought with resentment, was this little bunny sent by his enemies?
The young man sniffed his nose sharply and lowered his head and said to him, "Master, Lord, the Lord has already gone. If you have any more problems, what can we expect?"
Jing Qi just saw the young man's face, and then he stopped for a moment.
This is peace ...
The six-year-old was bought in by his father and king, and he followed his life from birth to death. The eyes of the teenager were red. At the moment, he was only 13 or 14 years old. He was still a half-old child. He pressed his tears, a layer of black under his eyes, and his clothes looked like a circle.
"Ping ..." Jing Qi opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry and uncomfortable that he couldn't say a complete sentence. He thought that he had forgotten everything for hundreds of years, but from the moment he saw the boy, the faded memories were like a tide.
He finally remembered his name, Jing Beiyuan.
In the later generations, King Beibeiyuan of Nanning, with thousands of faces, once lived for only one person. At the age of thirty-two, Jingbeiyuan was buried in the hands of that person.
Suddenly I understood what the ecstasy made the phrase "return you a blue silk". Jing Qi didn't know whether he should cry or laugh for his troublesome actions.
Seeing him dull in peace, he only said that he was ill and terrified, and shook him: "Master, master, please don't scare people, why is this? Why is n’t the Taiyi coming yet, Taiyi--"
Jing Qi lifted his hands laboriously. This body was hundreds of times heavier than when he was a wandering soul. Then he pressed his hand that was shaken peacefully and could not speak. He just closed his eyes halfway and shook his head slightly. Finally, Ping An had a little vision to see, he got up and poured a glass of water, waiting carefully for him to drink.
Jing Qi could then say something hoarsely: "What time is it?" With a mouth, he also pursed himself. Although the voice was hoarse, it was not difficult to hear the taste of a child who had not changed his voice. Some milk. He lowered his head to look at his hands, small and thin, with the bluish turquoise blood in his illness.
"Shen Shi, master, you have been fainted in the Lingtang, and it has been burned for two days. You ca n’t wake up anyhow." Ping An, pouting and tears from the corner of her eyes, "The princess walked early, Lord Lao ... Lord Lao is cruel, just go like this, you are now the backbone of our family. In case there is something, the slave will go with you. "
It turned out ... it was when he was ten years old, when his father had just died.
Jing Qi's eyes once again fell on his own hands, although he was very tired and heavy, but with a little novelty. After so many reincarnations, I went back to the original point again. It was really ...
He thought of impermanence, but the novelty in his heart faded.
Reversing Time and Space-Even if he doesn't know what he knows, how much he knows, that Ecstasy must pay a great price to compensate him?
In order for him to relive the rise of that evil fate?
Jing Qi let Ping An help him lay down while clumsily supporting him, sighing secretly, wondering that this ecstasy caused the grown-up to look cold, unwilling to talk more, it turned out to be a bit unconscious.
Once again, what happened can be like the dust on the table. Will a rag be wiped off?
The human heart is not made of stones. After being washed with dust and washed with water, it is as clean as ever.
After a while, the doctor came, took the pulse, checked it from beginning to end, backed up a series of medical techniques to show that he was more reliable, and said a bunch of nonsense "the auspiciousness of the heavens", the idea is There is nothing wrong with people, just care.
Jing Qi sat for sixty to seventy years at the side of Sansheng Stone. These patience naturally existed. It was not uncomfortable for any group of people to make routine arrangements, poured soup, and tossed it down, and it was already midnight.
Ping An invited all the others out and waited for him to lie down.
Jing Qi then asked casually: "You just said that I was lethargic for two days. The first seven of my father's king is tomorrow, right?"
After a moment of peace, thinking he was not at ease, he said, "The Lord is at ease. The Queen ’s aftermath is handled by the Emperor himself. The Emperor also came to see you personally last night, and asked you to take a good rest, something else. Do n’t bother.

Jing Qi nodded and looked at the top of the account for a while, and when Ping An was about to turn off the lights, he suddenly turned his head: "Don't do it first."
Ping An's hand paused, turning his head to look at him in doubt.
Jing Qi tried to prop himself up from the bed with his little straw-like arm, leaned aside, and looked at the room with a kind of greedy look, looking at peace.
Counting it out, Ping An is almost fourteen at this time. With a long body, he still has a round baby face, naked nose and naked eyes, and a thick, thick appearance. This child seems to be born with no roots and hands. Long feet, but always unable to coordinate a place, no cleverness in life.
But Jing Qi thought that this silly child was one of the few who had treated himself sincerely.
When talking peacefully, he always had a nasal sound. When he was a kid, he loved crying like tears, and Xiaoyuan's face always had such a bit of grievance. But this year, when I was forced to support the Nanning Royal Mansion with myself, it seemed as if I had grown up overnight. After the old master ’s first seven, Jing Qi was received by the emperor to be raised in the palace, and the old housekeeper was also older. Everything in the palace was small and large, and all were handled by Ping An alone.
Jing Qi looked at the boy and thought, in fact, it was Ping An who dedicated his whole life to the palace to support the sparsely-owned family. It was so difficult, but in the end, he was defeated so generously.
Seeing him look at himself deliberately, thinking that he was exhausted at the beginning of a serious illness, he whispered softly: "Master, sleep well with the lamp on, don't be afraid of the dark, the slave is out there, and the slave is up when something happens."
"I have such a great ability to live a dead pig?"
After hesitating for a while, he felt that he was being teased, blushed, and shouted, "Well, he's a pant ..."
Jing Qi looked at him and laughed quietly, his eyebrows stretched out, his eyes bent first, and his lips slowly lifted up. There seemed to be water in his eyes, but after a closer look, he disappeared.
Ping An felt that he looked at himself with a slight smile, but he looked a bit like the old housekeeper who knew his destiny. His eyes fell on him, and he was a little absent-minded, as if he remembered a lot of things in a flash. Somewhat reassuring.
Which is the way a child laughs? Ping An was startled, thinking that he was confused, and reached out to explore Jing Qi's forehead: "Master, but where is it uncomfortable? Or ... ask Tai Yi to see it?"
Jing Qi shook his head, lowered his eyes and calmed down his emotions, and Ren Ping lay himself down.
Ping An gave him a quilt before he got up, but was caught by a small pair of hands.
I saw his little prince lying on his back on the bed, his eyes closed softly, and he whispered, "Peace, it's okay, it's me."
His voice was small and light, glutinous, and spoke with that childish voice, like a coquettish, but looking at his expression, he could not help but feel a sore nose.
Jing Qi smiled and turned over: "Just rest early."
The lights were dimmed and everything was silent.
I don't know if he was drowsy for too long. Jing Qi was lying quietly on the bed, but he couldn't sleep. With a glimmer of light coming in through the window, he was dazed into the bed account. Within a short while, the outhouse came with safety The snoring sound of pigs and children, Jing Qi couldn't help laughing.
Reincarnation VII is enough for him to figure out a lot of things, such as Helian, such as Ping An, such as this magnificent scenery, but the deserted Nanning Wangfu.
Why was He attached to Helian then?
He didn't understand for many years, but just when he opened his eyes, he suddenly understood.
The old prince with the word Mingyu and Mingzhe was also confused. His own character went directly to the old man of the dead ghost. His eyes were useless, black and white, he should see clearly, but he should not see clearly. See clearly.
They only put one person in their eyes for the rest of their lives.
Everyone in the world said that the old man was infatuated with love. Since the princess had gone, he lost his soul. He was still sympathetic to his brother with a different surname.
All day long an old man who was too lazy to look alive, when he was ten, finally got to kick his legs and left the ten-year-old child and the empty and lonely palace in the world.
The sky is big, but there is no place called home.
Except Helian, three hundred years ago, he always felt that Helian was his only thought in the world, like a driftwood of a drowning man, and he had to catch it-life is so, death follows .
The degree of remorse is exactly the same as Jing Yiyu's, and the level of 250 is the same as that of Bai Wuyu.
I found such a thing, the rest, friends or peace, I didn't even care about it. Jing Qi listened to the peaceful snoring, and suddenly felt that he was the world's first white-eyed wolf. Did the sufferings of those previous generations be retribution?
I didn't know how long I thought about the mess, Jing Qi just fell asleep again, fell asleep for a while, woke up for a while, and felt that he was uncomfortable again, as if he was grilled on a stove, his bones were cracked All braised sour water. He knew it was burning again, but he knew what he was doing. After passing through the night, he was almost ready, too lazy to call peace, shrinking himself into the quilt, and endured sweating.
There was a crisp sound in the dimness, as if someone had broken something, Jing Qi's chaotic consciousness was awakened, and he didn't open his eyes lazily, knowing that this stupid child, Ping An, could not survive without hitting something .
However, at this time, a cool hand rested on his forehead, which was very comfortable, and then he heard a man with a little angry voice saying, "Everyone is burned like this, how do you wait? Don't call Tai Yi— "
Jing Qi immediately felt that he should burn himself into the ashes ...
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