Chapter 65: Life with Jun

Chapter 65—A Life with the King
The breath that blew on his face seemed to have a strong despair, the smell of rust spread, Jing Qi felt that his lips were numb and hurt, and he wanted to reject, but the whole person was tightly restrained by Wuxi in his arm.
It's not that he can't kick him away with a kick and fight, Jing Qi knows that his three-legged cat can't work, but it's not too bad that there is no room for resistance.
But he still did not want to hurt him.
From an early age, people have spoken to him infrequently, what they think, and even the cultivation and good temper of Jing Qi occasionally become furious, but they always endured to go back by themselves. Now they also add manual hands, He still couldn't bear the violence. It was as if he had been given to a spoiled child by himself, and now he is called to eat evil results.
But he couldn't bear to get used to him.
He couldn't bear his infatuation, and couldn't bear to keep his sincere entanglement indifferent and indifferent to the door.
For a long while, when the breath of the two of them was disordered, Jing Qi managed to free up a hand and squeezed Wuxi's neck with his slightly cold palm, holding him by the neck and pulling him away, violently. Taking a big step back, he hit his back on the door.
He frowned and reached down to touch the corner of his mouth—it hurt, and really broke his skin. Then he wiped out the blood spitting, angrily, "Is Wuxi a dog?"
Wuxi's breath hadn't slowed down yet, but the flush on his face faded away quickly and gradually turned white. His eyes fell on Jing Qi's swollen lips that were still bitten by him, and his heart was agitated, then he quickly moved Looking away, the anger retreated, and he was helpless: "You ..."
He thought he liked him so much, but he was always doing something wrong and always upset him. At that moment, my heart almost gave me a sad feeling, and the mountains and rivers can be measured. The only way to go to that person's heart is so hidden and so confusing.
However, Shi Jingqi sighed softly, suddenly crossing Wuxi's waist, Wuxi's eyes widened, the man's face was close at hand, his soft breath fell on his face, and the blood color that had just receded again. I only listened to Jing Qi with a light smile and said, "Puppy, study hard, bite the mouth, how can I go out to meet someone?"
Wuxi's head was instantly smashed, his heartbeat seemed to explode, Jing Qi lowered his eyes slightly, pulled his head slightly down, and put it on, and the tip of his tongue was gently stroked on his lips, and Wuxi couldn't help it. Opening her mouth slightly, like an ignorant child who knew for the first time what entangled feelings / things, novelty, excitement, and soul trembled as the other side twisted slightly.
The sensory stimuli made him hardly restrained when he realized who a gentle kisser was, and his final consciousness sank into chaos.
As if time had stagnated, for a long time.
Until Jing Qi let go of him, Wu Xi's hand still couldn't help but hook Jing Qi's shoulders, and he looked dizzy.
Jing Qi, as a self-improving person, suddenly felt that he was taking advantage of him, and patted him with a smile on his face with a smile, and said, "A tender child."
Wuxi's face was redder as expected.
Sure enough it was still tender-so Jing Qi even smiled and bent.
Wuxi felt that her arms were suddenly empty, could not help pulling Jing Qi's sleeves, and said, "Beiyuan."
Jingqi dragged a long voice and said, "Well?"
Wu Xi looked at his unsmiling, narrowed eyes, but he looked bright: "In this life, you are the only one in your heart, the next life, and the next life, as long as there is no soul fluttering, I will always miss you this person."
Jing Qi's heart seemed to be suddenly plucked by him. Suddenly he thought of the turbulent side of the bridge, the huge flower on the other side, and looked down with a smile: "I don't know who I am in my next life."
Wuxi bypassed: "I don't remember it in my head, I remember it in my heart. I must have said it in my last life."
He was very serious, as if he remembered the events of his last life. Jing Qi suddenly looked up at him. Wuxi only felt that his eyes were a little strange, and he only listened to Jing Qi: "Last life, I don't remember what you said."
Wuxi bypassed: "Even if I didn't tell you something, I would definitely look at your back and read it thousands of times in my heart."
Jing Qiqing couldn't help raising his hand to touch his brows, thinking why this man was so stupid? I used to face such a paper-like face, and had a dead heart and another two hundred and fifty. In this life, I still have the morality that will not change.
Wuxi asked softly, "Beijing, can you hear me?"
Jing Qi paused and nodded silently.
Wuxi's voice seemed softer, but the words spoken were not so soft: "Don't like others, I don't want to hurt you, but if you like others, kill them all." He knew Jing Qi's next sentence was accurate It was "Don't make a fool," so he took the lead, "No fool, you can do it."
Jing Qi was blocked back, and looked at him helplessly: "Ah."
Wuxi persisted: "Remember."
Jing Qi pulled his sleeve out of his hand, patted him on the back, and smiled and cursed, "I'm not old enough to be upset."
Wuxi finally laughed silently, and gently pulled out the red string hanging from Jing Qi's neck. Seeing that the ring was still there, he said, "If it's dangerous here, I won't go, even if I have to go, even if I can't take it temporarily. When you go back, you also need to know how good you are. If you really ca n’t take you with you in the future, you can always find me with this. This is the relic of our southern Xinjiang, passed down from generation to generation by the wizards. This life is left to one person. "
Jing Qi froze, only to find that he had been carrying stuff for so many years, and it was so incredible that he felt his neck heavier.
Wuxi piously kissed on the jade ring, warmed in the palm of his hand, and then stuffed it back into Jing Qi's jacket.
Hate is not as good as the tide has faith, Acacia began to feel Haifei deep. Not old, unforgettable.
In the mid-summer of this year, the Wag Wa tribe came to the city like a tiger and a wolf, and Daqing's elite assembly was completed. The north gate was wide open, and the cold armor was like fish scales. Prince Helian ascended to see the emperor off, and the seemingly endless army silently and silently drew under his eyelids. His elder brother criticized the costume and commanded the sword, and he was about to be promoted immediately.
The sky was clear and the clouds were gone.
According to the usual speech, after Jin Zun gave a drink, He Lianzhao was going to cross the horse, but he suddenly stopped again, turned his head, looked at his brother-in-law, smiled, and said with a volume that only two people could hear. "Prince, this time I walk, I don't know if it is death or alive. There is a secret in my heart. If I don't tell it at this time, I am afraid that I will enter the coffin with me."
Helianchi looked immobile, only saying: "Brother Grand Emperor is about to go out, don't say such unlucky words, fight for Daqing's land, but also take care of yourself."
He Lianzhao laughed loudly, and could not think of the words of his brother when he was alive. Before they were enemies, they returned from the battle, and they were afraid of endless situations. Only at this moment, he almost really felt himself and the handsome young man in front of the city. It is connected by blood.
However-in the end the Tian family is mean.
For a moment, Helien Zhao converged and said in a lower voice: "The prince probably didn't know. When he was young, he accidentally broke into the father's palace, and accidentally saw a secret of the father, just in the father's dragon bed. The dark grid below. "
He turned on his horse, and bent forward, standing down, "It is inconvenient to say what the secret is, His Royal Highness wants to know, might as well go and see for himself."
Then, without waiting for Herren's reaction, he turned the horse's head and screamed, "Get off!"
The flag is westerly, and the smoke is bleak.
Sending the army away, Helien went back to the palace without saying a word, first went back to Helen Pei and explained.
He Lianpei was frightened by the assassin, a hero was stabbed, and that courage was released, and he became a bear again. He could also be suspicious in the blue sky, and always had nightmares. He dared to close his eyes by lighting the lamp at night. He was stunned all day.
He leaned on the bed, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at Helianji. His son was still filial and obedient. He didn't see a bit of extravagance. He shouldn't say a word of what shouldn't be done. He used to think that his little son was a little too upright and didn't know how to be flexible. He always made others and himself uncomfortable. He was afraid that he would suffer.
It suddenly dawned on me now that it turned out that his three sons in this life, no one else was as good as Helien.
Ten years ago, He Lianpei was worried that his younger son would be taken away by his brothers in the future and he would not survive. He deliberately called him to approach the southern Xinjiang witch boy, so that he would have a place to stay in the future. He found that his brothers were no longer his opponents.
He was old and had no energy to manage things, but his heart was somewhat clear. He silently listened to Helian's well-formed words and waved his hand, expressing that he knew that the little Wang Wu took the medicine, and Helian took it and waited for him. He Lianpei drank, and pulled out the pillow behind his back to help him lie down.
There was something soothing in the medicine, and Hellenpei was already in a distressed mood, and now he was drowsy.
Helianchi whispered to Wang Wu and Xi Gong in a low voice: "Let's go down first, waiting for the emperor alone."
Naturally, they did not dare to delay His Royal Highness's filial piety, and they exited with interest. He Lianchi sat aside, waiting for He Lianpei to fall asleep completely. Listening to his breathing is smooth and heavy, knowing that it is the onset of medicinal effects, sleep really.
Only Helian bent down and groped gently under the dragon bed with her hands. Sure enough, she touched a small organ in an inconspicuous place, twisted it, and opened a small dark cell. At that moment, Helianchi suddenly had an ominous foreboding in his heart. He felt that it was Helien Zhao who had walked over to him and could not take his word.
He hesitated a moment, then screwed up the dark grid again, and looked at the memorial next to him, but he couldn't concentrate for a long time, and a voice in his heart urged him to go and see if his father hid it. What is the secret of many years, the more depressed the more curious. After half an hour, Helianchi finally couldn't bear the torment in his heart, and opened the dark grid again.
He delved cautiously, and took out the old wooden box from the inside. He was surprised to find that he and his useless old father looked incredible in terms of aspect. In the East Palace, the man painted many years ago. His portraits and those trivial things were also packed into a box by him, and carefully stored in the dark grid. Suddenly, he was blessed to the soul, and he vaguely guessed what was inside.
He opened the box, and it was really stuffed with purses and handkerchiefs, and scroll scrolls. Herlian smiled silently. There was still a difference in his mind, at least from these things. Is a woman. He glanced at Helianpei and saw that he was still asleep, and gently unrolled the scroll.
Sure enough, she painted a beautiful woman.
The woman's skirt rose with the wind, her long hair flowed, she gently lifted it with her fingertips, and her mouth smiled. Hellend first sighed, and then suddenly felt something wrong. The woman on the screen was somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, a person flashed in his head, and Helena's drawing axis was almost unstable, and he stood on the spot on the spot-this woman, he had seen it when he was a child, just like the one who smiled and fell foul Princess Nanning!
When he died, Helianyu himself was still young. The reason why she remembered that was because she gave birth to a mother, and her face looked very similar to Jing Qi's.
Why ... there is a portrait of Princess Nanning under his father's bed? At that moment, Helianchi thought instinctively in his mind. Beiyuan him, was he the son of Lao Wang, and he ... should he be Jing?