"A flatterer is flattering and loyal; a flatterer is wiser; a flatterer is more courageous; a flatterer is more trustworthy; a quieter"
"Master." Pingan had no choice but to interrupt him. Jing Qi was nestled in the bedroom all day, sitting lazily against the head of the bed, holding an old book in his hand. The room was warm, and even some people were a little dizzy. Drowsy, the little girl who was waiting on her side had almost narrowed her eyes. Ping An stood aside, neither walking nor staying.
"I haven't finished yet." Jing Qi didn't raise his head, "Listen carefully, this is the way of scheming, which is similar to the way of business and the props of business. If someone asks me to tell it, I won't tell him. ¡ª¡ªThere is a saying that "the person who wants to get what he wants first is slandering", if you are determined to please a person and let him let go of his guard, you must first obtain his intentions. The way to flatter is not to be serious. , shallow, it makes people think that you are not sincere enough, and deep, it makes people think that you are too deliberate. If you want to do what you like and scratch your itch, you have to"
"Master, the witch boy is still waiting to see you outside." Seeing that he was about to go on a long story, Pingan couldn't bear it and had to interrupt him. Usually, these words are for the witch boy, but today he doesn't know why Yes, that witch boy was shut out by his master, and he refused to see him desperately.
Jing Qi's voice paused for a moment: "They say I'm sick, I'm bedridden, and I don't see outsiders."
I don't know if it's an illusion of safety, but I just feel that my master bites the word "foreign guest" very clearly, and said honestly: "Wu Tong said he can cure, and his medical skills are better than the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital."
Jing Qi threw the book aside with a "snap", his pretty brows frowned, and said angrily: "Then say I'm dead."
The little girl who looked like a chicken pecking at rice woke up immediately, opened her eyes wide and looked at this and that, Ping An looked at Jing Qi's expression aggrievedly like a little daughter-in-law, and then went out in response.
Jing Qi sat for a while by himself, and said to the girl on the side: "Go to my study, and bring the gray account book and the Northwest Defense Map, and then go down and play by yourself."
The little girl was not very old, so she responded, and after a while came in with something, blinked her big eyes and looked at Jing Qi expectantly, and after he nodded, she ran out happily.
Jing Qi frowned and opened the Northwest Defense Map. He suppressed his emotions and looked at it for a while, then took a pen and paper from the small table beside him, wrote a letter, and then dried it. Noticing the movement, after a while, the little sable came out in a disheveled state, jumped onto the bed with his shoes, and stepped on a series of small gray footprints.
Jing Qi grabbed his neck and gently threw it down.
The little sable wobbled on the ground in a daze for a while, and was about to get tired of it again. Jing Qi gave him a glare, squatted on the ground innocently with his little paws upright, looked up at him, and stopped moving.
Jing Qi wiped off the dust on the quilt: "I'm busy with serious business, and I get annoyed when I see you¡ªgo play by yourself, don't bother me."
The little sable shook its big tail aggrievedly, walked to the corner of the wall and curled up into a ball, very sad.
This will be safe and he pushed the door open again, and saw Jing Qi's face was unkind, pursed his lips, stood at the door tremblingly and did not go in, and said, "Master, he said that he wants to see people alive and dead"
Jing Qi snorted: "Where are the filial sons and grandsons? Tell him, there is no need for him to collect the body when the master is dead."
Pingan took a look outside: "You said it's fine, what's the trouble with the witch boy? It's been going on since morning, and it's already noon. What's the big deal that we can't talk about?"
"Ask less about things you shouldn't ask." Jing Qi glanced at him coldly, dried the envelope in his hand and handed it to Ping An, "Find a safe person to deliver this letter to Mr. Lu Shenlu, personally Send it to him."
Pingan answered and took it over, took two steps outside and then turned around: "Master, you are not afraid of the witch boy breaking in after a while?"
"My lord, there are so many guards who keep food, don't they? The Nanning Prince's Mansion just breaks into it. Do you think this is a vegetable garden? If you don't see it, you don't see it. He likes to wait."
As soon as he looked up and saw Pingan was still poking at the door stupidly, Jing Qi became even more irritable: "Go away too, don't be an eyesore in front of me."
Ping An grinned, and quietly slipped out along the wall.
Jing Qi picked up a book casually, opened it and read it for a long time, but didn't read a single word. He threw the book on the ground with a flick of his hand, and rolled right next to the sable. After hearing this, Jing Qi let out a long breath, closed his eyes and sat leaning against the head of the bed.
Xiao Diao probably felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he jumped out of the window. Jing Qi was the only one who could breathe in the whole bedroom, and it was extremely quiet.
&nbs?Without concealing it, at that moment the look in his eyes was so sad that a blind person could see it. Jing Qi suddenly remembered the night before, when the young man was leaning against the door, slumped on the ground, calling his name one after another, his heart softened, and all kinds of soft and euphemistic excuses went round in his mind, but in the end he didn't know what to do. Say it.
After thinking about it for such a long time, he has a certain understanding of what kind of person Wuxi is. This child is not born with euphemistic strings, direct and sharp, so it is better to be direct, so as not to give him such unrealistic hopes, but make him obsessed, so he nodded and said: "Stop thinking about it."
After saying that, he was about to turn around and enter the room, Wuxi gritted his teeth, and said loudly behind him: "One day you will be willing to leave with me!"
Jing Qi turned around abruptly, and said word by word: "Nanjiang Wutong, are you openly trying to persuade this king to communicate with foreigners?"
Wuxi was shocked all over, and the rare blood on his face faded away in an instant. Jing Qi flicked his sleeves and said without looking back: "I'm sorry to see you off soon."
Wuxi looked at the closed door, and after a long while, he said to the empty yard as if talking to himself: "One day you will be willing to go with me."
There was no response, and I don't know whether Jing Qi heard it or not.
After that day, Jing Qi never saw Wuxi again, and Wuxi still came to his house to sit for a while every afternoon, and Jing Qi didn't see any guests, so he didn't go in again, just like Jing Qi. It was the same as when I left Guangdong and Guangxi. I waited there for a while every day, and then went back, rain or shine.
And Nanning King's confinement career was not as long as expected. He was released in less than a month - because of the earthquake in Dongping Taishan.
? Jin Zhibao messed up the Bixia building, and Yujian mud collapsed the Qingdi Seal. The honor of the Five Sacred Mountains, Cang Ran, the place of Feng Chan that coexisted with the country through the ages, collapsed.
There was an uproar between the ruling and opposition parties.
And the conspirators of various factions also began to take this opportunity to sharpen their knives.
¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù
Ah cover your face, I didn't mean to abuse Xiao Wu, Uncle Qi is a bit uncomfortable (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com