Chapter 66: Old things

Chapter 66—Old Things and Old Knowledge
Hellendar suddenly panicked, what if ... the man was really his brother?
in case……
There was a sound of footsteps, and Helian turned back abruptly, shoving the scrolls and boxes back into the dark grid, pretending to stand up casually, lowering his eyebrows and making full sleeves. It was the younger father Wang Wu who came in. Wang Wu whispered: "His Royal Highness, Lord Lu of the Ministry of Arrivals."
Only then did Helena think of it, and she called Lu Shen to discuss, and she calmed herself and said, "God knows." Then she turned and walked in a hurry, as if she could not wait to leave Helene's dormitory. Like.
Wang Wu responded with a low eyebrow, and the wooden man stood on the side. There are two people who can be used by Helianpei. One is Father-in-law and the other is Wang Wu. The father-in-law is an expert. He has been with Helianpei for a long time. Helianpei almost regarded him as a right-handed person. of. Wang Wu is not the same. He stood aside, staying still, and would not be entertaining. If he didn't pay attention, he could make people ignore him.
Don't make a flatterer, never say what shouldn't be said, what to do. At that time, the father-in-law Xi also looked at his rare duty to promote him. In the palace, there are many smart people and many people who have the ability, but not many people.
Every day I see the most noble people, the most valuable things, and the most exciting power. In the same place, there are adults who have read the sage books, and a few who can Soberly remember how to advance and retreat?
So Grandpa Xi felt that Wang Wu was a personal talent.
At the moment there was only a dim old emperor who could sleep like a dead pig in the secluded hall. The guards were all at the door before he was sent out by Helian. After about Mo Yanxiang, the eyelids of Wang Wu who stood there like a living creature suddenly tilted, his eyes rolled aside, and finally his eyes fell to where Helian Ying had just stood.
Under Helian's anxiety, the dark grid was not properly managed, and the exposed stripe was outside, falling into Wang Wu's eyes.
Wang Wu stared at the small slit, half a full span, without blinking.
Finally, he carefully looked at the real life emperor on the eye dragon bed, and then slowly bent down, groping his finger to the cracked place, and then digging in for a while, then found the mechanism, twisted gently, dark grid He opened it, and the scroll axis that had not been placed fell out.
Wang Wu quickly copied his hands with his eyes, and finally didn't tell it to fall to the ground. He couldn't help but let out his breath gently, keeping the posture of bending down, and glanced at Helianpei, then quickly opened the drawing axis and looked At one glance, his brow frowned slightly, and he paused, rerolled the scroll axis, put it back, and closed the dark grid tightly.
Then he stood still like a dummy, as if nothing had happened just now.
Since there was trading between Wuxi and Zhou Zishu, he has been very busy with some things, but living in Wangfu these days, quite a bit reluctant to think of Shu. Finally, Aha could not help but came to find someone.
What's going on outside? Of course, Jing Qi will not tell him when he returns. As long as Jing Qi does not go out, he will still be reading and painting. Occasionally, he will go to the yard to make two strokes. His face will never show negative emotions. See He still looked relaxed and content.
Of course, in view of Jing Qishao going out to fool around with important schedules, the days seem to be looser than before.
The grandfather always felt that even if he collapsed outside and carried it by himself and rolled off the skin, he could not bring the dead belt home.
At home, this is the place where the parents of Ping An heard for a short time, and now they also add two poisons the size of Wuxi and Sable. There is only one prince in this palace. The duties of others are to eat, drink, play, and manage the money. They are not obliged to listen to the troublesome things outside.
However, he said no, it did not mean that Wuxi did not know. After all, this was a man who had experienced the battle between Daqing and Southern Xinjiang since he was a child. Wuxi secretly called a master brought by Southern Xinjiang and sent Jingqi up and down secretly every day. He didn't show up, and followed him from when he went out in the morning until he went back to his house and reached under the eyelids of Wuxi.
He was satisfied, thinking that this person is now in his sight all over his body, even if the flood outside is sky-high, as long as he is not in southern Xinjiang with Daqing, he has no sense of crisis.
In the afternoon, Wuxi was directing Jingqi's efforts. He had a good foundation, and after ten years of hard work, he was basically beyond the reach of Jingqi. His hands were very modest, and the two had no soldiers. Blade, just come and go with bare hands.
As soon as I got started, Wuxi found that this man was still very talented and had a high level of understanding. He knew a little bit about it and did some hard work. I'm afraid I didn't make much of it. , Ping An put a hand towel here, and sour plum soup on the ice, Wuxi thought from the heart that Jing Qi grew up from a young age, it should be taught by a master teacher, but Kung Fu has not become a climate Mostly, this group of people led by Ping An was fussed out.
The imperial capital is very boring in the summer, and with a little movement, it is easy to make people sweat, but Jing Qi just picks up his punches at that time.
Ping'an's whimpering behavior, Ping An has become accustomed to, and he doesn't take it seriously, but Wu Xi can see that he is serious. At this time, seriously, only because of one thing, is the war in the Northwest.
Thinking of this, he felt a little distressed, and when he saw that Jing Qi was physically weak, he suddenly grabbed his wrist and gave a good fare behind him. Jing Qi planted his head in his arms and paused for a moment, slightly. Bend down, panting for a few breaths.
Wuxi said lightly, "Don't practice today. Kung fu is no better than anything else. It is accumulated over time. The temporary holding of the Buddha's feet will at most make you feel sore for a while. It is not very useful."
Jing Qi was silent for a while, picking up the frozen sour plum soup next to it and drinking it. Wuxi cut it off and used his inner strength to cover the temperature before handing it to him: "Don't drink cold things, hurt yourself by the cold and heat, next time don't Ask them to prepare ice. "
Jing Qi finally determined that he was a mess and could not get on the wall, so he smiled and said nothing.
The army of Helianzhao and the Wag Dai people unexpectedly met in a mountain town in Gansu, attacked and defended, and had been stuck for a long time. Helenzhao relied on the supply of the household and the state treasury had been empty for decades. The Dai people burned and looted, and had no capital.
This battle was compelled and had to be fought, but if it is protracted, I am afraid that many people will be hung by taxes and fees.
The dark disease was born early, and at this time, a brain burst into full swing, and the floods in the south have already caused a basket of mob troubles. During the resignation of the officials, Helian Xu also scoured the people and the people, and impatiently filled the money from his family. Entering the national treasury, but in the end is also a sloppy salary, but the mob's ups and downs have risen again, and the armed forces of Guangdong and Guangxi have not even moved at all.
He Lianxun was also anxious, only felt that he had demolished the eastern wall to fill the western wall, and half of it had been filled.
Wuxi personally picked up the hand towel next to him, wiped his sweat, and moved his hands gently, but the words came out of his mouth, but still straightforward: "Look at you, this kind of kung fu should have been good, but it is too floating, it should be played when you are young I didn't lay a good foundation when I worked hard. Now I just want to make up for it. It's just a false shelf like a tower in the air.
Jingqikou sour plum soup stuck in his throat and nearly choked to death on the spot.
Wuxi patted his back and laughed, "It's useless to listen to these imaginary good words, it's better to tell you that these are real."
Jing Qi was half a while before he squeezed out two words from his teeth: "Teach."
Wuxi put down his handkerchief, sighed, and held him from behind: "I ca n’t keep your mouth on your things, but when I am not happy, I also like to find work, practice kung fu, and ruin the flowers and plants in the yard. Yes, it ’s okay anyway, it ’s better to accompany ...

Before he finished speaking, Ping An came in suddenly: "Witch child, slave Ahha is here."
Ping An is a sensible person. He uttered this sentence quickly, not even raising his eyelids, disregarding indecent assault, and immediately disappeared. Wu Xi had to release Jing Qi a little embarrassingly. He felt that Nu Ah was annoying.
When Nu Ah came in, there was a lot of bitterness and hatred in his face, and there were a lot of crackling. The central idea was only one-can you not return to your own home someday? It's your turn to pick your own ideas?
Wuxi frowned, but Jing Qi laughed out loud: "Okay, go back and take a look, there will be appointments, and there will be things, not practicing."
Wuxi just stood up and was not assured. He turned to Jing Qi and said, "I want to practice more, it's always good to be fit and healthy. I can accompany you, save the injured, and drink cold ice to practice my body. . "
Although the words did not sound good, Jing Qi still took his kindness and nodded with a smile.
Wuxi took two steps, and suddenly felt that he would be reluctant to leave him for a while, then turned back, in the face of Nu Aha, took Jing Qi's neck, kissed his lips quickly, only Feel enough for this.
Nu Ah looked stunned as his witch came over calmly, throwing out the sentence "Go", and then went out first, busy giving Jing Qi a gift, and chasing after the ass.
I wonder how Daqing people said that? Don't you look at it for three days?
Witch boy really is wise and martial, for several years, but finally succeeded.
Jing Qi narrowed his smile, looked down at the lines on his palm for a while, and drank the warm and refreshing sour plum soup. Then he commanded: "Peace, change clothes, ask someone to prepare a car, and go out."
In response, he was instructed to go down, Jing Qi cleaned himself up, changed into a robe with no eyes, took out the scroll scroll from the study, and got into the carriage.
On the way to a small restaurant with broken thresholds, leaking air, and a cold courtyard, Jing Qi came out of the carriage, entered the second floor, and tapped the door three times.
The door opened, and a Tsing Yi man gave him a quick glance, immediately let him in, and closed the door.
The so-called "elegant room" is actually nothing more than a flashing and crunching door. There are half windows that cannot be closed next to it, and they are not soundproof.
The Tsing Yi man is the young Wang Wu in the palace. For many years, he has played his own role and will quietly come out of the palace.
Neither of them had anything to say, Jing Qi went straight to the theme, and unfolded the painting axis silently. The painting was painted by the old man himself, and the private stamp was stamped on the section, saying "The seventh day of March in Jiashen year. Gift to his wife. ". Jing Qi looked up at Wang Wu, looking very dignified. Wang Wu stared at the painting carefully for a moment and nodded slowly.
Jing Qi's expression was cloudy, he couldn't see his emotions, his eyes were dazzling, and he lowered his head slowly, took out the scroll, pulled a purse out of his sleeve, shoved it into Wang Wu's hand, and looked at him deeply Thanks to him forever.
Wang Wu was a slave and naturally did not dare to accept such a big gift, so he took a step back. Jing Qi waved his hand and told him to go back to the palace by himself, sit down and ask someone to serve wine and side dishes.
Wang Wu came and left in a hurry, as he did when he came, hardly attracting anyone's attention. The purse I bought was very heavy, and it seemed different from the gold and silver in the past. After Wang Wu went out, he glanced inside, which was full of opal in a bag. He breathed a light sigh of relief, and carefully collected it with sincerity and horror, knowing that the ceremony was actually not important—Xie Li from the Lord, thanked him not for the news, but thanked him for saving his life.
Jing Qi held the scroll in his arms and told Ping An to wait in the humble carriage. He sat by the broken window for a while, and drank half a pot of bad wine on the small saucer, and drank half a pot of bad wine. After the wine, quietly left.
For hundreds of years, he knew for the first time that the relationship between his mother and today was unclear. Jingqi laughed with a bitter laugh, and said, "Being confused like this, Jing Beiyuan will die unjustly."
Boarded the carriage and went back silently.