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Jing Qi only felt that the sky was dim for a while, everything seemed to be clear in the chaos, and it seemed that everything was separated by a layer of veil, so he couldn't see clearly, his body was tired, as if he could fall asleep in a blink of an eye.
He thought of the last time he saw Bai Wuchang's face, cold and dull, as if covered with a shell, making it difficult for people to see clearly, but the fingers touching his eyebrows made him feel warm inexplicably.
Zilai heard that Huangquan Road and Ghost Gate are extremely cloudy places. When the old man leaves, he will make a quilt for himself. chill.
He didn't understand what Bai Wuchang had done, but thinking about it this way, the last warmth given to him by the ecstasy, as well as the low words, all had such a faint sense of determination.
He thought in a daze, why bother?
Consciousness became confused again, I couldn't open my eyes no matter what, and I don't know how long it took before I felt the sensation of my body, hands and feet. Calculating that he hadn't felt a physical sensation for more than sixty years, when he woke up for the first time, he only felt heavy, and his brain hurt like a pinprick.
From time to time, someone walked up and down beside him, and the sound was approaching and distant for a while, and someone opened his mouth and poured the soup into his mouth. I don't know which idiot poured it, and it poured in like a horse. Sai, the sense of taste was restored at once, the bitter taste rushed straight to the top of the head, he was not careful for a moment, choked by the soup rolled into his throat, coughed, and there was another burst of chaos.
This uproar gave him some strength, and he managed to open his eyes¡ª¡ª
His vision was blurred, and he blinked hard a few times before he realized that he was being held in the arms of a young man and fed medicine. Seeing him coughing and opening his eyes, the young man quickly put down the medicine bowl, patted his back, and He shouted: "Please call the imperial doctor, the little prince is awake."
Just now he coughed, and was slapped by the young man again, Jing Qi thought resentfully, was this little bastard sent by his enemies to punish him?
The young man sniffed suddenly, lowered his head and said to him: "Master, the old prince has already gone. If you have any troubles, who can we count on?"
Only then did Jing Qi see the boy's face clearly, and he was stunned for a moment.
This is peace
The six-year-old was bought by his father, and he followed his safety from birth to death all his life. The boy's eyes were red, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the moment, he was still a half-grown child, he was suppressing tears, there was a layer of blackness under his eyes, and his clothes seemed to be a circle too big.
"Ping" Jing Qi opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry and uncomfortable that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He thought that it had been hundreds of years and he had forgotten everything, but from the moment he saw this boy, faded memories surged like a tide.
He finally remembered his name, Jing Beiyuan.
According to later generations, the Nanning King Jing Beiyuan with thousands of faces, Jing Beiyuan who once lived for only one person all his life, was buried in the hands of that person at the age of thirty-two.
Suddenly he understood what the ecstasy man meant by "return your black hair". Jing Qi didn't know whether she should cry or laugh because of his troublesome actions.
Seeing him in a daze, Pingan thought that he was confused and frightened, and shook him: "Master, master, don't scare people, what's the matter? Why hasn't the imperial physician come, the imperial physician¡ª¡ª"
Jing Qi raised his hand with great difficulty, his body seemed to be hundreds of times heavier than when he was a wandering soul, then he pressed down Ping An's shaking hand, unable to speak, just half-closed his eyes, and shook his head gently , Ping An finally gained some insight, hurriedly got up and poured a glass of water, and carefully waited for him to drink it.
Only then was Jing Qi able to say something hoarsely: "What time is it?" Opening his mouth, he was also startled. Be milky. He lowered his head to look at his hands, which were small and thin, with a bluish-yellow color from poor blood due to illness.
"It's time, master, you've been burning for two days since you fainted in the mourning hall, and you can't wake up no matter how you scream." Ping An pursed his lips, lowered his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes secretly, "Princess left early, The old prince the old prince is so cruel, so he just went, you are the backbone of our family now, in case something happens, the servant should go with you."
It turns outit was when he was ten years old, when his father had just passed away.
Jing Qi's eyes fell on his hands again. Although his body was tired and heavy, he felt a little novel. After going through so many reincarnations, to actually return to the original point again, it is really It makes people feel mixed.
He thought of Bai Wuchang, but the novelty in his heart faded away.
? Reverse time and spaceIn the dim light, staring at the bed curtain in a daze, within a short while, the snoring sound of Ping An, a piggy boy, was heard from the outer room, and Jing Qi couldn't help laughing.
Reincarnation VII is enough for him to figure out many things, such as He Lianyi, such as Ping An, such as this magnificent but deserted Nanning Palace.
Why were you obsessed with He Lianyi at that time?
He couldn't figure it out for many years, but when he just opened his eyes, he suddenly understood.
The old prince named Lianyu Mingzhe is also confused, his own temperament followed that dead ghost old man, his eyes are big and useless, black and white are distinct, he can't see clearly what should be seen clearly, but he still wants to see what he shouldn't see clearly. I can see clearly.
It is always only one person in the eyes of the whole life, and the rest is nothing more than thinking, just go to chill.
Everyone in the world said that the old prince was infatuated. After the concubine left, he lost his soul. It was the emperor who cared about his brother with a different surname, and brought his son Jing Beiyuan into the palace to raise him with the princes.
When he was ten years old, this old man who looked like he was too lazy to live all day finally got his wish and kicked his legs, leaving the ten-year-old child and the empty and lonely palace in the world.
The sky is big and the earth is big, but there is no place called home.
Except for He Lianyi, three hundred years ago, he always felt that He Lianyi was his only thought in this world, like a driftwood for a drowning person, he had to catch it¡ªlife is like this, death follows .
The level of obsession is exactly the same as that of Jing Lianyu, and the level of 250 is the same as that of Bai Wuchang.
I have identified this one, and I have never paid attention to the others, whether they are friends or safe. Listening to Ping An's gentle snoring, Jing Qi suddenly felt that he was the number one white-eyed wolf in the world, and that all the sufferings he suffered in those lifetimes were all retribution?
I don't know how long after thinking about it in a mess, Jing Qi fell asleep again in a daze. After sleeping for a while, waking up for a while, he felt uncomfortable again, as if being roasted on the stove, and the bones in the cracks They are all bubbling with sour water. He knew that the fever had flared up again, but he knew in his heart that after this night, he was almost on the mend, so he didn't bother to call for safety, so he shrank himself under the quilt, holding back the heat and sweating.
There was a crisp sound in the haze, as if someone smashed something again, Jing Qi's chaotic consciousness was awakened, and he lazily did not open his eyes, knowing that this stupid child of Ping An, if he doesn't break something in a day, he will not be able to survive in peace .
However, at this time, a cool hand was placed on his forehead, which was very comfortable, and then he heard a voice with a little anger saying: "People are burned like this, how do you serve them? Don't call the doctor¡ª¡±
Jing Qi immediately felt that it is better to burn himself to ashes
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