Chapter 43:

Ning Wangfu’s banquet was very late.
In the end, even Tang Tianyuan drank a little high, folding a branch and dancing swords under the moon. The figure is elegant, the frosty white robes are flying in the moonlight.
Regrettably, the audience has only one person in the discipline - the other two are already drunk and unconscious. In addition, Ji Zheng also served as an accompaniment and accompaniment. He slammed the table and recited the song of the South.
After dancing the sword, Tang Tianyuan’s wine has gone out, and it’s time to go back.
Ji Zheng saw that the night was deep, and there were two drunks. They simply left them for three nights. Anyway, the Wangfu did not have any houses. Tang Tianyuan did not quit, and Xiao Xiao led the room to the first.
Ji Zheng then commanded the person to take away Zheng Shaofeng and see the younger ones coming to raise the Tianqi. He threw them away and bent over to hold Tianqi up.
The people in the arms are very light, very soft, and they radiate heat. Ji Zheng only felt that the heat passed down to the body of the two people and spread it to him. He blessed his stomach and went straight into his head. The original Lingtai had a bit of drunkenness.
Really, the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk.
He took Tian Qi to the already-prepared bedroom, his footsteps were gentle, and he walked slowly, like a walk.
However, when the slowness came to an end, he finally entered the bedroom and placed Tianqi on the bed. Tian Qi sat in bed and wanted to fall backwards. Ji Zheng quickly took him to his arms and leaned against him.
"It’s weird, I’ve been tempted by you,
Ji Zheng laughed, and patted the hand on Tian’s shoulder.
What about you?

Tian Qi unconsciously arched in his arms.
Ji Zheng said again, "You have no father, mother, brother, but you still have me. I am distressed, I want to stay with you, protect you. Tian Qi, would you like to stay with me?"
Tian Qi did not answer. She is now confused in her mind, only to feel the creaking in her ears, and she frowns uncomfortably.
The sweetheart is in his arms, and Ji Zheng is not without thought. But he knew that it was not the time, so he tried to suppress his heart's desires. However, he still had to ask some sweetness, so he lifted the chin of Tianqi and gently rubbed it on his lips.
Tian Qi did not know that she was being thin, she only pouted.
Ji Zheng lowered his head and covered it again on Tian Qi's lips. This time, it was not so easy to leave, but the lips of the other side slowly kissed and smashed, such as two pondering fish. Tian Qi’s lips were extremely uncomfortable, frowning and leaning back, but Ji Zheng chased her little by little, holding her lips and holding it until she avoided it.
Tian Qi had difficulty breathing and had to open his mouth.
Ji Zheng immediately seized the opportunity, the snake into the hole in general, and explored the tongue in the mouth of the seven to sweep the lingering.
Tian Qi really didn't know what happened to him. He couldn't spit out something in his mouth. It was so uncomfortable. She frowned and tried to push the thing out with her tongue. However, this action coincided with the meaning of the levy. His atrium was mad and excited, as if to the soul of Tian Qi into the chest.
Both of them soon panted. One is awkward and the other is awkward...
Ji Zheng feared that he could not control it for a long time. He did not want to be in danger. He had to put down Tian Qi, help him remove his shoes and cover the summer.
When I woke up in the morning, I was instinctive and dry, my head was a little bit painful, and I also retched. She sat up and looked confused. After thinking about it for a long time, she only remembered singing with Zheng Shaofeng, and then she was not clear. She looked down and looked good. The clothes should not be found.
However, drunkenness is too dangerous and uncomfortable. I will not drink much in the future. Tian Qi was thinking about it. When she heard a question from outside, she asked if she got up. Tian Qi should have a voice. We came in and waited for her to get up and wash, and then led her to the dining room for breakfast.
The breakfast was very light. There was only one person on the table. Tang Tianyuan had already left early, and Zheng Shaofeng had not yet woken up. Tian Qi did not know what was going on. He felt that Ji Zheng’s eyes seemed to be more intimate than in the past, and she touched the back of her head uncomfortably.
After dinner, Tian Qi also had to leave. Ji Zheng ordered a person to take a box and said, "This is what you brought, and you have to fall."
Tian Qiyi saw the box, and yesterday’s experience was in the past, and I couldn’t help but feel a pain.
When Ji Zheng saw that Tian Qi looked different, he asked, "What's wrong? Is there any mystery about this thing?"
Tian Qi had to tell the story of what happened yesterday, and said, while he opened the box and took out the ruined little clay figurine to show him.
Ji Zheng took a clay figurine and rubbed it in his hand. He looked at it and put it down to look at the other one. After reading it, he smiled. "I don't want to listen to the truth... you also have to look away."
"What do you mean?"
"This is not an ordinary clay figurine. This is the court of the former dynasty. It should be two hundred years. If you encounter a connoisseur, don't say three or five hundred, it is three or five thousand, and you are willing to pay for it." "
Tian Qi listened to the heart straight up and down, three or five thousand two... small clay people? She touched her chin and didn't believe it. "How did you hear that?"
"I don't lie to you. I saw this thing with my own eyes. It was in the palace. I was a child at the time. The father took this thing for me to play with. Then he rewarded this set of music, I will I no longer know."
This is not the case. This is clearly a family heirloom, how could it ever appear in the palace? Tian Qi is even more unbelievers, pointing to the clay man. "You see this work, the lines are too rough, not refined enough, it should not be the court thing."
Ji Zheng replied, "There is a form of freehand, smug and forgetting. This is the case in calligraphy and painting. It is also the turn to be a clay figurine."
Tian Qi did not know how to refute. It is reasonable to say that Ji Zheng does not need to be biased towards her, but if it is true, such a small clay figurine is at least three thousand and two silver... Let her pay for it...
Tian Qiyi thought of the miserable scene in which he had lost all his hard-working money. He was even more painful and frowned at the little clay figurines.
Ji Zheng knows that money is the lifeblood of Tian Qi, and he said, "It is better to do this. This clay man has a relationship with me. You sell it to me. I can also look at it and I can think of people. The price is open."
Tian Qi shook his head. "This can't be done."
"Fat water does not flow outside the field."
"But I can't hang myself."
Thinking about it, Tian Qi decided to ask the middle-aged man who sold the clay figurine first. In case this set is not the set that Ji Zheng saw, but a set of imitations. She was afraid that the other party would not tell the truth, and deliberately scared him. "Fang Jun, you said that your clay figurine is a family heir, but I heard that this is a court thing. It was stolen in the past few years. How do you explain this?" Call Fang Jun.
"This is not what I stole." Fang Jun replied.
"Have you been a clay figurine for generations?"
"Starting with my generation."
"..."
Tian Qi was also an honest man, but he was actually played by him, so he said, "Where is your biography, home, and treasure, where did it come from?"
"I do not know."
"...you are too lazy to lie?"
"No." Fang Jun said, bowing his head.
The two men spoke outside, but Fang Jun’s house was surrounded by wind. The mother lying in the room had heard the two talking and shouted to Tian Qi. "He broke his brain!"
It turned out to be the case. Tian Qi suddenly felt that this party was very pitiful, so he told the truth. Although doing business is a good word, it is to take faith as the first. She does not intend to hang people, nor does she intend to hang the poor.
Fang Jun learned that Tian Qiyi began to evaluate five hundred and two, so he insisted on only five hundred and two.
It is a sincere person. Tian Qi thought about it and thought of a compromise. "In this way, I will give you two thousand two. If you say that you are using money to cure the disease, I invite a friend of medical skill to treat the mother." He may have a solution to the incurable diseases that can't be cured."
Fang Jun replied, "You don't have to give money first. If you really cure my mother's illness, I won't take the money from the clay figurine."
It is really a dutiful son. Tian Qi then greeted the mother's condition.
How is the disease? how long it has been? How is it cured?
Fang Jun did not answer. Inside, the voice of the mother-in-law was heard again.
"I was mad at him!"
"Seven years!"
"It's all quacks!"
Tian Qi can't help but sigh, the old lady is sick for seven years, and she is so full of gas, it is rare.
After reaching an agreement, Tian Qi also stayed shortly and quickly said goodbye. Fang Jun sent her to the door. Tian Qi just went out, but did not expect that there was a stone in the middle of the road. She held her and saw that she would fall into a dog's mud, but she was suddenly pulled by her arm. And she stood firm again. Tian Qi turned his head and saw Fang Jun already beside her, kicking the stone to the side of the road.
It’s amazing, the two are at least five or six steps apart. How did this person come in such a short period of time?
"You will be martial arts?" Tian Qi asked.
"I won't," he said, turning and walking back to the dilapidated courtyard.
Tian Qi is full of doubts, knowing that the other party is not willing to say more, she will not ask.
The little clay figurines have been ruined a lot, and they can't sell good prices anymore. Tian Qi simply gave the clay figurines a wish. I like it very much. Because this clay man is slightly larger than the average, if he wants to hold it with both hands, he will hold the most beautiful clay figurine to go to the Qing Palace and find his father.
In the Qing Palace, Ji Heng just took Sheng An’s back. He drank too much last night. He had a headache and was in a bad mood. As a result, the slave was still coming up to ask if he would ask Tian Qi to come over... Find him to do it!
Ji Heng now does not want to hear the name of Tian Qi, but it is hard to forget a little, but some people come forward to give him a break. Just smashed a Shengan Huai, and came back with a wish. The unlucky child held a muddy hand and smiled sweetly. "Father, Tian Qi gave it to me, is it good?"
Ji Heng did not give his son a face, and he did not look and replied. "It is ugly to die."
If you look down at the cute clay figurine in your hand, where is it ugly? Tian Qi is right, the father of the emperor... the father of the emperor... I wished to recall the words of Tian Qi, and said, "The taste of the father is very strange."
"..." Ji Heng suspected that his wine had not passed yet. How could he not even understand his son? "What happened?"
I wished that the words were streamlined. "You are very curious."
Ji Heng finally understood, "That is wonderful!"
"Oh." I wished to seriously nod, and I was a little embarrassed. He always confused.
Looking at the son of the old god, Ji Heng’s head is even more painful.
I’m not a miracle, you are a wonderful flower. You and Tian Qi are wonderful! Also, don’t mention the name of Tian Qi in front of you! Otherwise He chopped his head!"
The father was suddenly angry, and he was a bit overwhelmed, holding a small clay figurine and staring at him.
Ji Heng finished the fire, a little embarrassed, what to do with his son's temper. He then happily picked up the wishfulness and took the mud in his hand. He was preparing to praise it, but he felt that the mud was very familiar.
A moment of good and bad memories came to my heart. Ji Heng’s heart was full of emotions. He put the clay figurine on the table and said to him wishfully, "I have to play this later, and I will give you better."
"Oh." Ruyi nodded. Although he was slightly dissatisfied, he did not dare to say anything about his father.