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Chapter 3 The old friend is still there

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    Even if he turned into ashes, he wouldn't hear that voice wrong.

    Bai Wuchang casually called "He Lianyi" beside the River of Forgetfulness, but it didn't touch him anything. After so many years, coupled with deliberate forgetting, the name was buried in the deepest part of his memory, and it was almost impossible to dig it out.  But he still remembered the man's voice.  I remember that person's little movements, and when he rested his fingers on his forehead, he couldn't help but make some habits of brushing his hair.

    These are like things that go deep into the bone marrow.  Sometimes Jing Qi thinks, in fact, without the endless entanglement with He Lianyi back then, there would be no Qi Ye who sat by the Sansheng Stone for a long time.

    Things like Nie Yuan are like the bird droppings you meet when you go out. You try every means to get around it, and you try your best to be on guard, but there is always a bird that flies out from nowhere, and a piece of shit still finds you.  His head fell down without delay, and from then on, he felt that the bad luck was always with him.

    Jing Qi sighed secretly, knowing that when he was just awakened by Ping An, his breathing rate had changed, so he didn't want to pretend anymore, and opened his eyes.

    Although he was only about ten years old, the young man who was born like an orchid and a jade tree fell into his eyes just like that.

    It's just that Jing Qi thinks, this He Lianyi is too tender.

    Seeing that he had woken up, the boy's anger faded instantly. He bent down and softened his voice: "How are you? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

    When I was a human being in my life, when I saw the person I loved deeply and hurt severely in the past, my heart would always be throbbing with all kinds of emotions, but hundreds of years have passed.

    Now when Jing Qi saw him again, he just couldn't react. He thought, is He Lianyi like this?  Why it all feels strange.

    He Lianyi saw that he was stunned and didn't speak, and only thought that he had a fever, so he carefully touched his forehead again, frowned, turned back and said to the servant: "Is the medicine still not cured? If you keep doing this, it will burn out again."  brain."

    Jing Qi thought, my brain is already broken, this time I burn it for a while, so I don't have to go back to the furnace to rebuild it.

    He came back to his senses, and suddenly realized that this was a scene where the boss was standing while the other was lying down. He suddenly felt unwell, and was about to get up when he supported himself. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, and opened his mouth and said, "His Royal Highness"

    He Lianyi hurriedly pressed him back on the bed, and said with a broken smile: "After being ill, I have learned to be more polite. Just lie down and don't move."

    The current emperor has some minor problems, such as remembering that it happens once, such as suffering from dementia every now and then, such as when he insisted on establishing a heir and not establishing an elder.  This Routuaner, who is not yet full moon, is the prince, and for example, in the ten years since then, he has forgotten the prince he personally appointed like a day, and never cared about it again.

    To be disrespectful, I'm afraid His Royal Highness is not as strong as the starling raised in the upper study by the emperor and his old man.

    In addition, He Lianyi has two elder brothers who are like wolves and tigers. The second prince, He Lianqi, will be ten years older than him. The elder brother, He Lianzhao, has already grown up.  In their eyes, everyone regarded him as another joke of the emperor besides "General Parrot", "Daughter-in-law Taishi", and "Storyteller Prime Minister".

    Only Jing Beiyuan, the son of Nanning Prince who was raised in the palace since he was a child, was close to him. Jing Beiyuan was young, without the education of his parents.  Contaminated with a lot of inconspicuous problems, although the two people have different identities, and their temperaments are even more polar opposites, but there is a little bit of sympathy for each other, both of them were born by mothers and had no fathers.

    He Lianyi sighed, tucked the quilt up for him, and patted him lightly like coaxing a child: "I shouldn't have said these words, and you shouldn't be too sad, the old prince's departure will actually treat him as well."  After taking care of the funeral, he returned to the palace with me, and it was no different from the past."

    Jing Qi didn't say a word, but quietly looked at the boy's side face.

    At this time, both of them were helpless. They grew up together when they were young, and their relationship could not be said to be intimacy, but later they ended up not seeing each other.

    Jing Qi was surprised to find that when he was sitting by the Naihe Bridge and waiting for this person, the kind of love-hate intertwined, unable to let go, seemed to dissipate after a flicker, and his chest was empty.

    He Lianyi saw that he was staring at a pair of big glasses that had been burnt watery, and looked confused, so he couldn't help pointing his finger at his forehead: "Beiyuan?"

    Jing Qi blinked: "Ah yes, I know."

    "What do you know?" He Lianyi couldn't laugh or cry, just in time Ping An came in with a medicine bowl, and he took it over, told him to stand by, picked up Jing Qi himself, and wanted to feed him.

    When the boy's body came close, he brought aWhen he was alive, he was one of the few friends, Jing Qi still had to call him master, and the half-baked kung fu was enlightened by General Feng.

    After a while, a strong man walked in with strides, followed by Ping An at a trot.

    Jing Qi knew that he was not used to it, so he didn't salute when he saw him, but just smiled a little bleakly - he remembered clearly that Feng Yuanji's lifespan was coming to an end.

    Feng Yuanji thought he was his father's new mourner, sighed, stretched out a big hand like a cattail fan, stroked his head, and said: "I'm sorry for you." Then he also bowed to the old prince's spiritual seat, Jing Qi  Only then did he return the salute, and then said to Pingan: "Bring another futon to the general."

    The old butler opened his mouth: "This"

    Jing Qi waved his hand: "It's okay, just bring it, you all go down, I will talk to the general."

    The old butler has been loyal to the palace all his life, and he is the most polite person. Although Jing Qi is only ten years old this year, in his heart, the old prince is gone, and the young master is just saying the same thing. After all, he didn¡¯t have much to say.  .

    Only the brazier and two people were left in the mourning hall. Feng Yuanji sat down on the futon. He was a rough man who only knew how to fight. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what to say.  It doesn't help, now that you're gone, youyou have to cherish your paper-like little body."

    Jing Qi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, stretched his legs, and sat on the ground relaxedly, one after another, he threw some paper money into the brazier: "I'm fine, but you are leaving Beijing, General?"

    Feng Yuanji was taken aback, and looked up at him: "How do you know?"

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