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Chapter 9: It Matters

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    Jing Qi has always been the kind of person who takes advantage of his natural appearance, especially when he meets people with a three-point smile. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes and brows are curled up, looking very sincere and lovable.

    Wuxi was listening to Chen Yuanshan's polite greetings, but felt that no matter the people here are sincere or not, no matter how much they hate each other when they meet, they always put on a smiling face.  It's so hypocritical and boring.

    He turned his head as if feeling something, just in time to see the King of Nanning that the emperor mentioned walking towards this side.

    I don't know why, Jing Qi was glanced at by him, and the smile on his face suddenly couldn't hold back.

    It is said that southern Xinjiang is a land of thorns, people are not civilized, they are no different from wild animals, and they live a life of bare hair and blood.  The moment the child from Nanjiang saw him pass by, his body was visibly alert and tense. He took a half step to the side and looked at him, as if he could see through him that he was not as kind and harmless as he appeared on the surface.

    Jing Qi understands that this little beast-like child also has the same intuition as a little beast, and can tell who is good, who is perfunctory, and who has bad intentions.

    He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, first cupped his fists to Chen Yuanshan and said, "A few days ago my father had a funeral, so thank you Mr. Chen, Beiyuan was really ashamed for being able to thank you face to face."

    "The emperor misses the old prince, and the officials are just sharing the worries for the king, and dare not take credit for it. I also ask the prince to mourn." Chen Yuanshan half-lowered his head, "You two, this way please."

    Chen Yuanshan, Minister of the Dahonglu Temple, is like a seamless egg, such a person with exquisite faces, who is neither far nor close to anyone, the two groups of flies, the eldest prince and the second prince, all want to bite on the red man in the emperor's eyes  , Unfortunately, there is no place to say so far, and even the prince He Lianyi has a faint intention of soliciting him in the future.

    Jing Qi was not angry, and he still knew this Lord Honglu Temple a little bit in his heart when his vaguely close words were blocked by the other party with a few words.

    He turned to Wuxi, but put away the fake smile on his face, and said: "Everyone has just arrived in the capital, and there are many trivial matters about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and I have to trouble Lord Chen to arrange them.  Friendship."

    When this man didn't have a smile on his face, he suddenly had such a special stable temperament. For a moment, Wu Xi actually felt that this young man was a bit like a great wizard far away in southern Xinjiang, and couldn't help being stunned.  For a moment, the subtle hostility on his body receded a lot.

    Following Chen Yuanshan's voice, he asked very naturally: "Did your father die?"

    The word "death" itself is unlucky and taboo, and the person he said is the old Nanning king, which is even more disrespectful. Chen Yuanshan paused, and carefully glanced at Jing Qi, for fear of this unrestrained Nanman  The witch boy annoyed the little prince.

    What Chen Yuanshan meant was that although the King of Nanning was young, he was raised in the palace and grew up with the princes. Whether it was for the friendship between the old prince and the emperor, it was because of the embarrassing love affairs of those nobles back then.  Regardless of the affair, anyone with a discerning eye can see that although he has no power and power at the moment, he is more favored by Emperor Helianpei than those three biological ones.

    As a proton, the Wu Tong in Southern Xinjiang is already embarrassing, and his temper does not seem to be easy to get along with. He has already offended the eldest prince's party when he first arrived. If he is added to the King of Nanning, then there will be too many lice and it will not itch  , Don't worry if you have too many enemies.

    Just wanted to say something to smooth things over, but saw Jing Qi nodded indifferently and said: "It's been more than a year."

    "Oh, it's been a long time." Wuxi looked at him with a clear understanding, and said, "No wonder you don't look very sad when you talk about your father's death. So it's been so long."

    Chen Yuanshan then shut up, he felt that the southern border witch boy was like a curious child who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, stretched out his hand and patted the tiger's buttocks, the tiger was half asleep and half awake and didn't bother to argue with him, he thought it was all right, and pushed his nose on his face  Ground twist tiger beard.

    He firmly believed that if a person like Wu Tong could survive in this place in the future, it would be a miracle of some sort.

    As expected, Jing Qi frowned slightly, and asked back: "The three-year validity period has not yet expired, what Wu Tong means is that the king is not filial?"

    Look, the clay figurines still have a temper, not to mention that the prince of Nanning himself is only a half-grown child.  Chen Yuanshan didn't know why the emperor couldn't think about it, so he found a child to coax the child, lest the two of them wouldn't be able to pinch each other?

    He had to make an apology and said with a smile: "Father and son are by nature close relatives, how can the little prince not be sad? It's just that the heart hurt is not like the body wound, it can be seen at a glance, the sadness is hidden in the chest. Wu Tong said that, isn't it  Hurt the little prince's filial piety?"

    WuxiThe king of Nanning and the crown prince are all here, and this is the beginning of paving the way for the youngest son to retreat.

    Maybe He Lianpei himself knows that the so-called heyday is just a joke, he is not a bastard, he can't live forever, but once he dies, wouldn't the youngest son who is not yet an adult also be buried with him?

    The Prince of Nanning was accompanied by the prince when he was a child. He has always been close to He Lianyi, and his age is about the same as that of the witch boy in southern Xinjiang.  If he stayed, southern Xinjiang would be his way of retreat in the future—even if the road was far away, even if it was an uneducated barbarian land.

    It's a pity that his good prince doesn't accept this favor.

    Jing Qi recalled that after He Lianzhao blurted out the word Yi at the end, he suddenly remembered that He Lianyi had left the table, and he couldn't help sighing with the flash of exhaustion and disappointment on his face.

    He Lianpei was not born the kind of man who can dominate the situation. He couldn't control the movements of the important officials in the court, and he couldn't control the process of his sons fighting each other and finally possibly killing the king and usurping the throne.  It's all about the life of the youngest son.

    ?After being reincarnated in the seventh life, all the sad, lamentable, respectable and contemptible things that the seventh world has seen are nothing more than human feelings.

    Wuxi still stared at him with that kind of recalcitrant eyes full of vigilance. His round pupils were like a little black cat whose hair was blown up and desperately trying to appear mature and menacing. Jing Qi couldn't help but want to reach out and pat him.  Patting him on the head, and remembering Jian Shangshu's great loss, he withdrew his hand embarrassingly, rubbed his chin, and said, "It's the prince's intention."

    Jing Qi has a face that has been trained to be invulnerable in the previous life, with a deep black essence, lying like eating and drinking, and without blinking, he pushes the cause and effect to He Lianyi - anyway, it is the emperor's intention.  Seeing the confused look on Wuxi's face, he said again: "He Lianzhao's Sima Zhao's heart is already like this. Right now, His Royal Highness is still fledgling, so he can't be moved. In the future" He sneered lightly, without showing much emotion on his face.  He was cold and harsh, but asked Wuxi to open his eyes wide again.

    Jing Qi bent his eyes and smiled, and said again: "The battle in southern Xinjiangin fact, it was not the emperor's intention, do you understand?"

    Just now, Wuxi was in the dark for a long time, but he understood this sentence, and grabbed Jing Qi's wide sleeve in a moment of impatience: "What did you say?"

    Jing Qi turned his head and didn't look at him: "You said that your clansmen were killed and injured countless times, so you must really hate us Daqing people in your heart right now?"

    "I can't wait to kill all the enemies here." Wuxi said without hesitation.

    Jing Qi was blocked by the child's honesty regardless of who he was. He coughed and said, "But our people died 400,000 people. How many people are 400,000?  Headless."

    Wuxi was still angry.

    Jing Qi sighed: "But why do we have to fight this war? We people in the Central Plains can't go to live with you, the road is inconvenient, even frequent travel is not possible, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the officials of Daqing can't control it.  In your place, your great wizard is still in charge of the affairs of his own people, do you think Daqing has gained any benefits?"

    Wuxi couldn't help being stunned, this was a question he hadn't figured out after thinking about it all the way.

    Jing Qi's voice became lower and lower, and he could only see his lips trembling slightly, as if the wind swept away his voice, he said: "Because the eldest prince wants General Feng's power, General Feng  If he is unwilling to give it to him, he must find a way to kill General Feng—"

    Wuxi was stunned, and after a while, he asked nonchalantly: "Thenthen why did your emperor agree?"

    Jing Qi sighed: "Daqing is so old, he doesn't know everything."

    Wuxi followed behind him blankly, until Chen Yuanshan came back and led them to the post house, but he still didn't recover.  For the first time, he knew what the so-called "important" meant. It turned out that a person could kill so many people without caring for what he wanted, just because he was a so-called high-ranking big man, he had power and influence  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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