Chapter 63: Live next door

Chapter 63 Living Near You
Jing Qi had other thoughts in his heart, but for nothing else, just because He Lianzhao had righteous words in the court, he first touted He Lianpei Wencheng Wude, and then he would not be old as Da Yuyu conspired, his name is to save the army's sluggish fighting spirit.
He Lianzhao and He Lianpei looked like a ten by ten on the point that they were so happy. It was like a flesh and blood birth. Rarely, I do n’t know if it was He Lianzhao himself or his staff members. Some people even saw this. Point, she really shot He Lianpei up and down.
Naturally, some people strongly oppose that the so-called son of a thousand daughters cannot sit in court. How can the emperor be in danger? Furthermore, He Lianzhao's dim thoughts are known to passers-by aside from his old father He Lianpei.
He Lianpei thought about it, and felt that he was very important, so he retreated and waited for discussion.
In the previous life, there were also Wagge people making troubles, and then fighting and suppressing. It was pure wind and rain. It was noisy for more than half a year, and everyone went about what they should do.
But Jing Qi knew that some things were different. For example, compared with his memory, this turmoil came much earlier and suddenly.
So he has no idea.
After losing nine cities in a month, the Wag people were like no one. This has never happened before.
The court was noisy, and he was thinking about it.
He Lianzhao obviously wanted to mess up his old immortal father emperor, and the next things seemed to him easy, for example, the old emperor died, he felt some military power in his hand, and These military powers can be expanded in the name of counterinsurgency, and then they can be rebellious.
No matter how powerful the Prince is, and how much support he has received from the court, but what are the real powers of the old men, namely the hard work of the mouth and the eyes?
Real power is to be fought out.
In recent years, He Lianzhao has been held down by the prince, because the prince has his handle. If the things from Guangdong and Guangxi were placed in front of the old emperor, it is estimated that the destiny below him was better than the one who entered the clan palace. Still miserable, but if the old emperor moved to the mansion with interest to support him for years, who cares if he rebels?
The prince is a safe man and naturally refuses to take such a big risk, so he strongly opposes it.
What's the age of Helianpei, how many pounds and two pounds? Except that he didn't understand it, everyone knows it. I'm afraid I won't be able to return when I go out. By then, there is no tiger in the mountain. Overlord, but want to mess around, but ...
Is it possible to achieve this with Helien Zhao?
Jing Qi was a little tired of these days. Even if Helianchi succeeded, even if Helianchi didn't let him leave the capital, at most there was no freedom of those days, at least the south, the south and the north. At least he wouldn't let him dream back at midnight every day. The pickled praises of the situation have also stopped.
The people of Daqing also have a hope.
But when it comes to caution, I'm afraid he is too far ahead of He Lianhe, lest he want to step out of the basket in one step. With the lesson of Liang Jiuxiao last time, he almost wants to think about everyone and everything. However, the iron hoof of the foreign race southward was unstoppable, leaving him less and less time, and the argument in the court became more and more fierce.
Jingqi went to the East Palace in the early morning for several days. Sometimes he came back in the evening, and fell asleep when he came back, regardless of the day or night. Good politicians always plan for the worst, so Jing Qi can't get rid of him, and he is in a pessimistic mood all day.
Within a few days, others lost weight, so Wuxi, who was waiting to be arrested every day in Wangfu, couldn't watch anymore. He simply asked people to clean up a room and planned to stay in Wangfu. Although Ping'an looks simple, after all, it is more reliable than Alanu Nuaha, for so long, so many things happened under his eyes, what is the meaning of the witch boy, he was clear in his heart.
It was just that he understood his duty, and the matter of the master never interrupted.
At this point when I saw him coming, he took the initiative and cleaned up a room close to Jingqi's bedroom, and said when Jingqi came back.
Jing Qi waved his hand and said everything outside, and when he came back, he was a bit lazy and said briefly, "Don't be slack."
Ping An knew that the master and son had defaulted on the approach of the witch boy. At the beginning, he also felt that the witch boy was a little whimsical. No matter how far away he was, he could not stay in Daqing. He wanted to stay. Daqing did not dare to stay. What kind of person is he? Even if the Emperor Du La La admits that he likes men, it's okay that the Huanghua Pavilion is afraid that others don't know that he is misbehaving, but that is also the grandfather of Daqing. He raises some pets to make a prank, and follows a foreigner to go away This is not reliable.
However, for a few years, Ping An also stared with cold eyes. At first, I felt that the witch boy was a little ignorant and could not speak, and his work also showed an evil spirit. It was strange, but slowly, these years, the witch childhood Ji is older, although he still doesn't talk much to outsiders, he is really ripened by this foreign land, and he is no longer a stubborn boy who knows nothing about the earth.
The property that Ping An bought for Wangfu outside has been quite large these years. Most of Wangfu's property has been unknowingly taken out by him. He thought that if Wang Ye really wanted to, and really had the heart, Beijing would not be able to leave. .
Anyway, witch boy is the most reliable one he has ever seen. Regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, at least he is accompanied by someone, and he will never be too lonely.
Ping An was thinking about Jing Qi with all his heart, but he didn't have so many twists and turns in his heart. He only knew that he was the master's slave, and he was a good master. His life was quite interesting.
The sky was still bright outside, and at the time of passing the supper, Jing Qi ordered the house to have meals by himself, so that no one else would bother himself, so he tidy up and lay down on the collapsed and closed his eyes. It was at half asleep and awake that I heard someone outside the door speak with a low voice. After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside. Jing Qi opened his eyelids slightly and saw that it was Wuxi. Then he remembered that he had already At the house.
Jing Qi sat up, rubbing his eyes and laughing, "I ca n’t open the pot on Witch Mansion. Come to me to fight the autumn wind?"
Wuxi sat down on his own side and said, "Ping An said you have been in poor health recently. I'm here to help them take care of you."
"Being taken care of" Jing Qi laughed and said, "Okay, then you live, just this time outside chaos, tell your people not to run away, you can go back to your own site." Don't make extra branches on this bone. "
Wuxi nodded, and when Jing Qi mentioned that he was leaving, he had a lot of words in his heart, but couldn't express it. He knew that it was unrealistic to take away Jing Qi. He had to talk to Daqing about the conditions and had to wait. He returned to South Xinjiang to be full, so he wanted to see him more while he was in Beijing.
He sometimes felt that he could not speak, and was not flattering. He used to think about slowly grinding with Jing Qi, but now he is sad that he has no time for grinding slowly.
Jing Qi promised that if he left the capital in the future, he would go to Nanjiang to find him, but after that day of joy, he felt frightened and afraid that if he forgot it, he would like to fall in love with others for a long time and think of the future All kinds of things, as if someone was holding a small knife and stirred his heart.
However, with all his thoughts in his heart, he just said, "Have you ever eaten?"
Jing Qi yawned. He went to the early morning when the sky didn't light up. Standing on the other side, he was as confused as a numb figure. He listened to the heroes on the court, and then he was dragged to the East Palace by Prince. Not to be hungry for them, but at the moment no one is thinking about eating, and the black clouds are pressing on the walls of the imperial capital.
He ran west and west for a day, but now he felt that his limbs were numb, so he persuaded, "Well."
Ping An said at the door: "My lord hurriedly used two sips of porridge in the morning and left. He used half a cup of tea the whole day and didn't let anyone pass the meal."
Jing Qi laughed and said, "Why do you sue?"
Wuxi saw that he was really tired and his face was not very good, so he took his veins, frowned for a moment, took out the pen and paper, wrote a prescription for the paper, and gave it to Ping'an: "He thinks about it these days, these days I do n’t adjust my diet, so I do n’t have enough blood, so I do n’t have the energy. It ’s for recuperation. You ask someone to fry it. Remember to ask him to use it on time.

Ping'an hurried over.
Wuxi said to Jing Qi again: "If you want to be healthy and energetic, you must not break the law. You should not be hungry when you are eating. Do n’t lie down until you close your eyes. It is said to be resting, but it may be midnight as soon as you close your eyes. It is even worse when you sleep and go to sleep in the middle of the night. It is even worse when you get up and eat something. "
Jing Qi nodded and said, "Well, it makes sense."
He said it was reasonable, but had no intention of falling from the ground. Wuxi knew that this monk was a typical "humbly accept, and he would not repent", so he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and turned out. After a while, I personally brought a bowl of steaming porridge in, and I was shocked to be safe. I was busy taking it: "How does this make it? Minions ..."
Wuxi said: "Go do your favor, I watch him eat."
After a moment of peace, there was a subtle taste, and I just felt that I had been worried about my master who was like a shopkeeper for ten years. At this moment, I finally had a master who talked like a master and was like a backbone, so I was very moved. He retreated thoughtfully, and closed the door before leaving.
Wuxi held the bowl and blew up, and sent the spoon to Jing Qi's mouth. Without a word, he waited for him to open his mouth. Jing Qi's appetite has not been good, and he is more lazy to eat when he is not mentally, and said with patience, "I'm not hungry now." Wuxi said: "You eat at this time every day, and you get used to it. hungry."
Jing Qi was so confused by him that he was helpless, and said, "I really ..."
Wu Xi held a bowl and carried a spoon, and looked at him silently.
Jing Qi grows so big, he has always wanted to do whatever he wants, and he has n’t been forced to do so. By reason, he feels that he should be unhappy, but I do n’t know why, but he was angry with Wuxi, and he was so angry Staring at the small eyes for a moment, he finally conceded at the insistence of the other party, sighed, got up, and took the small porcelain bowl and spoon.
I couldn't figure out what was happening to this little poison, and he always called himself over and over again because of his exception.