MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 19 Rain is coming

Chapter 19 The Rain Is Coming

When Wuxi was invited in safely, he was hearing a woman ’s song and the piano sound floating in the palace, and he heard the singer who sang. He was the mother of the moon on the moon that day. After all, He has never heard of a second woman who can sing so beautifully.

He listened attentively, only listening to Su Qingying singing: "Feng Ge Long Lou Lian Xiao Han, Yushu Qiongzhi as Yan Luo, how many times--"

As soon as he looked up, Jing Qi greeted him personally and pulled him with a smile: "There is a rare customer. You have a blessing. Come in and sit down together."

The little sable came out of his sleeve, and when he saw that Wuxi was very close, he immediately abandoned the person who was now delicious and delicious for him, and rushed to Wuxi's arms. Jing Qi smiled and cursed, "An unconscionable beast." So go with it.

Wuxi asked, "Is that Yueniang? What did you ask me to do?"

"Oh, you heard it." Jing Qi squeezed his eyes at him, and his second question was only when he didn't hear, "Why, my young man grew up at first, and started to think confounding.

Wuxi didn't understand what he was saying. Looking at his wretched expression and knowing that it was not good, he ignored it and asked, "What did she sing?"

"Good song." Jing Qi smiled softly, "the legacy of the predecessors, where is the voice of death."

Wuxi didn't understand why "The Voice of the Dead Country" was a good song, but Jing Qi had already pulled him into the small garden. In the middle of the garden was a plain-looking woman who played the harp, and there were a few people around him. In the center was Helianchi Beside, besides Zhou Zishu whom I knew that night, there were two strangers.

One has a long face, a white face, a scholar dressed as a blue shirt, and the other is more than eight feet long, with copper bell eyes and wide shoulders. Although he is also dressed as a scholar, he has a sabre on his waist.

Seeing him coming, all stood up except Helien.

Wuxi felt that it was not time to come, but at this time, it was too late to want to quit. He had to be dragged in by Jing Qi all the way, and bowed his head slightly to Helien: "His Royal Highness Prince, and Zhou ..."

He paused, not knowing what to call Zhou Zishu.

Jing Qi answered: "Heroes."

Zhou Zishu laughed: "The grassroots can never afford to be the hero of the little lord, but the rivers and lakes are reckless. The grassroots walked at home for three, and the witch called me on Wednesday."

Wuxi shook his head and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhou, you are a capable person and should be respected."

Jing Qidao: "All of you here are not talented, I'm afraid they are all capable people, this—" He pointed to the scholar in blue, "This is the new champion of this department, Master Lu Shenlu Now, temporarily surrendering to Hanlin Academy is my pillar for Daqing's future. "

He did not brag. When he died in the previous life, I remember that Lu Shen was the prime minister of the DPRK, and doing some miscellaneous copying at Hanlin Academy at the moment was indeed wronged by him.

Lu Shen is actually Lu Renqing's nephew. He has a supernatural power since he was a child. Although he is a scholar, he is deserved to be a champion, but he has nothing to do with the literati. Moreover, people mentioned him secretly and secretly, and they all loved to give An a "nephew of Lu University scholars" in front of him, as if he was superior by his uncle Dongfeng.

Therefore, what Lu Zhuangyuan hated the most in his life was that others mentioned his uncle, and he was not filial. But when I heard Jing Qi introduced him, he was highly respected, but he didn't mention Lu Renqing at all, he just felt better than anything.

Immediately, he bowed his head and said, "Dare not, Lord Wang is wrong."

Jing Qi pointed to the sword with the words: "This is the only son of Jingjie Hou, Xiao Hou Ye Yunxing, a handsome man with both military and military skills. This year, the streets are full of shakes, things that are all right to help the wall and blood He anointed his brethren, allowing his brothers to be truly independent. "

He Yunxing came over to see the ceremony, and he didn't even dare to laugh.

Helien glared at him: "Beijing shouldn't be foolish and ask the witch boy to take the seat first." Then he turned to the woman's road that broke the sound of the piano and stood quietly on the side. "This is a witch boy from the southern Xinjiang, that day I also heard your song on the boat, but I left early that night and didn't have time to see you. "

Su Qing conquered Wanfu.

Wuxi took a closer look at the woman and thought that she was very beautiful. She had a natural charm and charm from her face to the sky. Unlike the charming charming on the Moon River that day, her face was a little childish. When she lowered her head, let People think she is quiet.

But I don't know why, Wu Xi felt that this woman had something that made him uncomfortable, and couldn't tell what it was, she just didn't like it instinctively.

So he just nodded and said nothing.

Several people took their seats again. Su Qingyu tuned the piano and changed the song. Wuxi sat beside Jingqi and listened to these people talking casually about the wind and the moon. Most of them didn't understand because they liked it. Who is going to marry and go home, there are not so many romantic willow and peach blossoms, and I do not know that there are still things in the world that can be entered into poetry, painting, and singing.

At first, it sounded a novelty that made people want to be intrigued. After listening to a few songs, they felt that it was the same way back and forth, a little boring.

Wuxi thought that if she really liked someone, she would like to think in her heart and dream of her at night. If she wants to die, she should also make her smile. The world is the only one who looks the best. That feeling is beyond words.

Those moons, flowers, are irrelevant things, but it ’s just boring for the composer to pretend to be affectionate, to express his talent, or something else.

After sitting for a while, Helian Chan said, "Take the young girl to the backyard to rest your throat. Although we people love to listen, we should not be too pity for Hong Xiangxi. If you sing your throat, you can't afford it. "

Jixiang hurriedly brought in the young girl Su Qingying, who had been standing outside, to help her pick up the piano. Jing Qi said busyly: "Tell them to bring the bowl of honey and chrysanthemum tea for the girl to drink. Here I am. Nothing else. Some antiques are still handy. If the girl is eye-catching, it ’s the blessing of those objects to pick out a few things. The minions are rough. If you are indifferent, please bear with me.

Su Qingxuan quickly bowed his head and whispered that Wang Ye was polite and blessed everyone, and then went out with Jixiang and the servant.

Ping An told people to withdraw the wine and put in tea, and Helianji was right there, and asked, "What's going on that night?"

His Royal Highness naturally has his own eyes and ears. Jing Qi glanced at Zhou Zishu and said a little about the day's events, leaving a lot of details out, and only covering himself with the assassination and the injury of Wuxi, and finally said: "It's a pity what I can't do, what to eat is not a drag, and it hurts the witch boy."

Wuxi froze, and wanted to say that this was not the case. I saw that Jing Qi gave him a wink by taking tea and moistening his throat, and swallowed the words again and again.

Helien frowned, mourning silently, but He Yunxing whispered quickly: "The two His Highnesses are not at ease, thinking about usurping power and seizing power, and at the same time thinking of immortality?" Mix together, I do n’t know what elixir, I ate it all together. This time I looked at the secrets of the South Xinjiang. Just because the witch was unwilling to associate with him and swept his face with the king, he colluded with the demon to do these inaccessible things. What? "

He has a hot character and ignores his words. He only snorted: "If Daqing falls into the hands of such a person in the future, what better?"

Hellenwa waved his hand, motioned him to be calm and calm, and said to Jing Qi: "I heard that you later killed the inner ghost in the house, and sent the clothes of the dead to the second prince's house along with the festive gifts?"

A word came out, and everyone stunned, He Yunxing laughed: "Master Wang is a man of nature, happy."

Lu Shen frowned, "Master Wang's move ... a bit of anxiety and thoughtlessness."

Jing Qi calmly said, "Well, I have done this."

Helianji disagreed: "You ... oh, Beiyuan, I said before that you are sensible, how can you just rip your face without even talking about it? You are out of breath, how can you end it now?"

Jing Qi lowered his eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "Since I have the courage to provoke him, naturally I have a way to deal with him. Who doesn't let His Royal Highness be too messy in Beijing today, and recruits some unclear people? Making him messier also makes it. "

Helian frowned even deeper before she could talk. Jing Qi gently placed the tea cup on the table, crossed her fingers on her legs, and slowly said, "Last year, Beiyuan suffered a locust plague, and there were more than 10,000 refugees. "

When he came here, his tone paused a little. Since Helianpeng was impressed, he never remembered that he had talked about national affairs in such a serious way, and he couldn't help himself for a while. Jingqi went on to say, "This year's Great Cold On that day, I remember clearly that the sun was melting, and even the snow on the eaves had melted. The old man said that this was a sign of the cold spring. If so, I'm afraid this year will be bad. I won't say anything about my own affairs. What can I do in the spring market this year? "

Wu Xi was used to his hippie smile, and looking at his face, he knew that what he was saying was very important. Although it had nothing to do with Nanjiang, he couldn't help putting down what he was eating and drinking. Listen carefully to what he said and hear Here, I couldn't help but asked, "What is the spring market?"

He Yunxing heard the words of the witch boy who was so precious that he could not help but interjected: "Witch boy is from the south, I'm afraid I don't know. In the deserted area of ​​the north of Daqing in Daqing, there is Wage. The tribe lived on a nomadic life. The Emperor Taizong commanded two trips northward in the same year. The leader of Wagyu surrendered to my Daqing. In order to prevent their trouble, there was a saying in the spring city. Every spring, the Wagwa people went to Beijing to pay tribute. Bring fur, livestock, and other things, and exchange some silk cloth and grain with me. They have been peaceful for hundreds of years. "

Although Wuxi was a little bit honest, people were clever. Upon hearing this, they understood that the spring market was to help the Waggai people there, and they nodded because they feared that the frontier would be wrong.

Lu Shen, however, followed the thinking of Jing Qi and said, "Master Wang is justified. Natural disasters have been going on in recent years. The treasury has long been empty, and the population of barbarians is increasing. Whatever animals are brought in, regardless of the good or bad of the year, I am afraid it is acceptable. Sooner or later this year, one day will be stretched. "

Hellenchi sneered: "There are more places to stretch, so why worry more?"

Jing Qi nodded: "But if you want the country to be stable, some places with sores must be stricken ... Jing Beiyuan is not a material that can be used in the heavens and the earth. His Royal Highness speaks very well, but it is not clumsy. mud."

Helien took the little fruit from the plate and threw him, smiling, "When did you say it alone?"

Jing Qi smiled: "This point of self-knowledge, there are still ministers, there is nothing else that can help, these squinting dirty eyes, listening to things to wash your ears, there are some means ... the fact that the second hall down is chilling where."

Hellen kept his words silent, his face inscrutable, and for a moment he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jing Qi turned his head and smiled at Wuxi: "Next month is the day of holy life, I'm afraid I will also use a witch boy."

The author has something to say: Hey, some things may be boring, everyone feels boring ==

But it must be explained clearly

Oops……

I know the girls want to see jq, tile is annoying to explain the country's major events endlessly ... cover your face, this chapter transition, the transition is just fine