Chapter 9: Pivotal

Chapter IX is pivotal
Jing Qi has always been the kind of person who is relatively cheap in nature, especially when he always laughs at three points. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes and his eyebrows are bent, and he looks particularly sincere and flattering.
Wuxi is listening to Chen Yuanshan politely and embarrassedly, just thinking that the people here, whether they are true or false, meet each other no matter how much they hate each other, they always have to put on a smile, true It seemed like Boo Han asked warmth, hypocrisy was extremely boring.
He turned back with a feeling, just as he saw the Nanning King said by the emperor to come here.
Do not know why, Jing Qi was glanced at him, and the smile on his face suddenly couldn't stop.
It is said that southern Xinjiang is a place of wild virginity. People are not educated and are no different from wild animals. They live a life of drinking blood. When the South Xinjiang child saw him in the past, his body was obviously alert and tense, and he took a half-step to the side and looked at him as if he could see through him that he was not as good and harmless as the surface.
Jing Qi understands that this little beast-like child also has a little beast-like intuition. He can see who is good, who is perfunctory, and who is not.
He touched his nose awkwardly, and first fisted at Chen Yuanshan: "In the past few days, my father was bereavement, and there was a lot of work for Master Chen. Beiyuan was really ashamed to be able to thank him in person."
"The emperor misses the old grandfather, and the lower officer is only worried about the king, and he dares not to take credit. He also asks the grandfather to mourn." Chen Yuanshan lowered his head a bit, "Two, please here."
Chen Yuanshan, the grand prince of Dahong Temple, is like a seamless egg. He has such exquisite personalities that he is not too close to anyone. The two flies of the two princes want to bite the red man in the eyes of the emperor. Unfortunately, no place has been found so far, and even Prince Helen of the future faintly embraced the idea of ​​solicitation.
His own faintly few words were blocked by the other party in a few words, and he was also in the name of the loyalty of the patriotism and patriotism. Jing Qi was not angry, and he still knew a little about the Lord Hongluo Siqing.
He turned to Wuxi, but put away the smile on his face, and said, "You have just arrived in Beijing, you have to do a lot of trivial matters, and you have to trouble Master Chen to arrange. Friendship. "
When this man did not have a smile on his face, he suddenly had such a special and stable temperament. For a moment, Wu Xi felt that the young man was a bit like the great wizard far away in southern Xinjiang, and couldn't help but sting. For a moment, his subtle hostility retreated a lot.
Following Chen Yuanshan's voice, he asked very naturally, "Is your father dead?"
The word "dead" is not auspicious and taboo. The person he said is the old King of Nanning, and it is even more disrespectful. Chen Yuanshan paused, and carefully looked at Jing Qi, for fear of the unobstructed Nanmang The witch boy annoyed the little prince.
The meaning of Chen Yuanshan is that although the king of Nanning was young, he was raised in the palace from a young age and grew up with the princes. He was also good at the friendship between the old lord and the emperor, or because the noble people made people laugh and cry. Regardless of the rhyme, anyone with a good eye can see that although he has no power or power at the moment, he is more favored than the three biological ones in the emperor Helianpei.
The witch boy in South Xinjiang is already awkward as a proton, and this temper doesn't seem to be easy to get along with. The first prince has already offended the great prince one party. If you add a king of Nanning, you will really have more lice. No more worrying.
I just wanted to make a round of words, but when I saw Jing Qi nodded indifferently, "It's been more than a year."
"Oh, it's been a long time." Wuxi looked at him like a smile and said, "No wonder you said your father was dead. I don't think you are very sad, it has been so long."
Chen Yuanshan then shut up. He felt that the southern Xinjiang witch child was like a curious child who didn't know the height and height. He reached out and patted the tiger's ass. The tiger was too lazy to worry about him when he was half asleep and awake. Twisting Tiger Beard.
He firmly believed that if someone like Witch Boy could survive in this place in the future, it would be a miracle.
Jing Qi frowned slightly and asked, "The three-year validity period has not yet expired. What does the witch mean is that the king is not filial?"
Look, the clay figurine still has three points of spleen, not to mention that Lord Nanning himself is a half-old child. Chen Yuanshan didn't know where the emperor couldn't figure it out. Find a kid to coax the kid, lest the two of them won't get up?
I had to laugh at it: "Father and son nature, human relations, how can the little prince not be sad? Just the heart wound is not like a physical wound, you can see at a glance, the sadness is hidden in the chest. Witch child said, wouldn't it It hurts Xiao Wang ’s filial piety?

Wuxi paused for a moment: "I ... didn't mean that, I didn't say you were bad." He took a look at Jing Qi, thought for a while, and explained, "Alai's father died while fighting, He retrieved his father's body from the battlefield and carried it home. His sister and mother cried loudly. Although he didn't cry, we can all see his sadness, how you look like him the same."
Jingqi just approved Zhang Zipi, and of course it was impossible to compare these trivial issues with Wuxi, and he found that the kid basically said what he had in his heart. He wouldn't go around the corner and said that it was simple and simple, but it was actually lacking. Mindful.
With a chuckle, he revealed it, and Jing Qi said leisurely: "After the death of the first mother, my father ... my father has always missed her very much. Although it is a sad thing for those of us who are alive to die, Maybe it's a good thing for him. "
Wuxi nodded, seemingly understandable, silent.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes half-dropped, and looked a little confused.
Chen Yuanshan couldn't help but look at Jing Qiyi more, and said that the king of Nanning was not very old, but he was extraordinary. I saw that he was speaking with a careless slowness, not stubborn, and his voice was a little low, just to suppress some of the milk gas that he brought out because he was young, and raised his hands without half contrivance, self-made Pie, faintly revealing a little relief.
I also heard that King Nanning had been in and out of the East Palace since he was a child, and had a close personal relationship with His Royal Highness ... Chen Yuanshan's heart moved, and he had some vagueness.
At this time Jing Qi looked up and smiled at him: "Master Chen, I remember that the post hall is not far away?"
Chen Yuanshan froze and said busyly: "Yes, Xiaguan goes one step ahead and says hello, lest they neglect the guests."
Of course, this kind of thing does not require Chen Yuanshan to come forward, but King Nanning seems to have something to say, and does not want his expression to suggest that Chen Yuanshan is still understandable, and took an excuse to take him away.
Jing Qi paused for a moment and turned straight: "Witch boy, I might say something inappropriate."
Wuxi looked up at him.
Jing Qi said slowly: "Our Daqing, the boy is crowned at twenty, and after the salute, he is an adult. If he is a family member or an accomplished person, at the age of fifteen, he can enter the court hearing or marry a relative. If you do, people will no longer be treated as children. "
Wuxi didn't understand what he meant.
Jing Qi shook his head, tilted his head and looked at him. Looking closely, Wuxi discovered the beauty of King Nanning, and his eyebrows were delicately carved. The flesh had the special characteristics of the Daqing aristocracy. The delicate whiteness of his pride and respect, and the childishness of the child's outline, but when he looked over, his eyes could easily make people ignore those things, and he couldn't help but want to hear what he said.
Jing Qi pressed his voice almost into his throat, and took out a bit of murderousness out of thin air, saying, "If you are not of this age, if ... not so respectful and reputable today, what you do today, Even a thousand deaths are not many. "
Wuxi opened his eyes wide and looked at him wryly.
Sure enough, he didn't understand.
Jing Qi narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, and whispered, "While you are here for the first time, you do n’t understand some things. The person who wants to kill you today is the great prince Helien Zhao. The father-in-law's father, now the eldest prince is only covering the sky in the middle of the dynasty, and even the prince is not in his eyes. If he has the heart to hurt you ... "
Wuxi was silent for a long while before cutting off: "Why do you tell me this?"
Jing Qi laughed, why did he tell the witch child these words? Why did Hellenba find him to accompany the faraway?
The battle to win the war between the DPRK and the DPRK is close to white heat. Both Helianzhao and Helianqi are endless. In Helianpei's eyes, maybe the dumb little son really is not the life of a prince and emperor, even if he faces the East Palace The title is nothing but a shroud-like existence.
In the future, no matter which son has the power to gain the throne, this is the youngest son of the prince from birth.
He Lianpei usually turned a blind eye to this sister-in-law, but it was also a kind of protection.
I want his brothers to come and see him in this little brother, who has been quiet and obscure for years, and has not been favored.
Where is South Xinjiang? The poor mountains, the sturdy folk customs, and the easy to defend and difficult to attack, as soon as the spring and summer seasons, they will run rampant. Even if Feng Yuanji took Daqing with over 400,000 in the past, he was born in it. He Lianpei has not been in the DPRK for more than a year He made an appearance in the hall, in order to greet the witch children in southern Xinjiang, and brought in the filial filial piety of King Nanning and the prince, this was the beginning of paving the way for the younger son.
Perhaps He Lianpei himself also knew that the so-called spring and autumn heyday was just a joke. He was not Wang Ba and could not live a long life. But when he died, wouldn't the young child who was not yet an adult be buried with him?
King Nanning was a prince when he was a child. He has always been close to Helianyu, and he is about the same age as the witch boy of southern Xinjiang. Helianpei specifically found him, and wanted the Prince and the witch boy to get closer. Stay, in the future, southern Xinjiang can be a retreat for him-even if Lu Yaomahan, even if it is a barbarous place that is not educated.
It is a pity that his good prince did not accept this feeling.
Jing Qi remembered that He Lianzhao finally blurted out a word, and suddenly he remembered that He Lianzhao had left the table, and the flash of tiredness and disappointment on his face couldn't help but sigh.
He Lianpei was not the kind of man who was capable of fighting against storms. He could not grasp the movements of the DPRK and Chinese ministers, and he could not control the course of his sons' disability, which might eventually lead us to usurp the throne. The next son died.
Reincarnation of the Seventh Century, all the sad, regrettable and contemptible things that the Seventh Century has seen, are nothing but human affections.
Wuxi still stared at him alertly with that kind of indifferent look, his slick pupils, just like the little black cat who exploded Mao desperately trying to appear mature and threatening, Jing Qi couldn't help but want to reach out and shoot Clapping his head, remembering the huge loss of Jian Shangshu, he drew back his hand, slaps his chin, and said, "It means Prince Edward."
Jing Qi's face had been exercised in the past, so deep that he had a deep black essence, and lied like eating and drinking, without pushing his eyelids in a blink of an eye, pushing the cause and effect to Helen -anyway, it was the emperor's meaning. Seeing Wuxi's confused face, he said, "Helian Zhao's Sima Zhao's heart is already like this, His Royal Highness His Royal Highness is not full, and he can't move him, in the future ..." He sneered softly, his face was not much Cold, but asked Wuxi to open his eyes again.
Jing Qi bent his eyes and smiled, and said, "The battle in the southern Xinjiang ... is not what the emperor meant, do you understand?"
Just a long time ago, Wuxi could hear the fog in the clouds, but he understood this sentence, and in a hurry, grabbed Jing Qi's wide sleeves: "What did you say?"
Jing Qi tilted his head and didn't look at him: "You said your tribe has suffered countless deaths and injuries. Now you must hate our Daqing people, right?"
"I can't wait to kill all the enemies here." Wu Xi said without hesitation.
Jing Qi was blocked by the child's honesty regardless of the subject, and he coughed before saying: "But our people died 400,000, how many are 400,000 people. If the dead body is tied together, you just break your neck and look No head. "
Wuxi is still angry.
Jing Qi sighed: "But why do we have to fight this battle? People in the Central Plains cannot go to live with you, the road is inconvenient, it is not always frequent, the sky emperor is far away, and Daqing officials cannot control it In your case, it ’s still your big wizard who manages his tribe. Do you say that Daqing got any good?

Wuxi couldn't help but hold back. This was a question he hadn't figured out all the way.
Jing Qi's voice was getting lower and lower, and he could only see his lips trembling slightly, and his voice ran away when the wind was strong. He said: "Because the great prince wanted General Feng's power, Unwilling to give him, he must find a way to kill General Feng— "
Wuxi paused, and for a long while, asked indifferently, "So ... then why did your emperor agree?"
Jing Qi sighed: "Daqing is so big, he doesn't know everything."
Wuxi followed him dullly until Chen Yuanshan returned and led them to the post hall, but he never returned. For the first time, he knew what it meant by "importance". It turned out that a person could carelessly kill so many people for what he wanted, because ... .