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    At the age of fifteen, Chu Qi was granted the title of king and built a palace and was in charge of the Department of Prisons. He was supposed to go to court at Yin time every day like other ministers.

    But since she broke her leg and was in a wheelchair, she had trouble going back and forth. The emperor simply exempted her from attending the morning court and asked her to go whenever she had something to do.

    Today, on the first day after being "given a marriage", the newly married prince and prince should have entered the palace in court clothes to express their gratitude, but Chu Qi was too lazy to sleep in the room.

    She herself felt that this marriage was ridiculous, and she didn¡¯t even want to enter the palace, not to mention thanking her.

    Chu Qi didn't get up and didn't dare to call her on the ninth day of the lunar month, so he had to call the little Wang Jun who lived in the next room. Fortunately, Wang Jun didn't stay in bed and was a good boy who went to bed early and got up early.

    Nanjia lived in the temple for more than a month and developed the habit of getting up early to do morning classes with his fellow disciples.  But there was neither a Buddha statue nor a wooden fish in the palace, so the young monk felt a little confused when he got up.

    In view of the bathing incident last night, Chu Jiu was not worried about anyone else taking care of the little king. Even if he wanted to recruit a new servant, he would have to go through several rounds to choose a good one. Before that, he could only take care of him first.

    After all, Chujiu is not an idler, and there are a lot of miscellaneous things in the house. In the morning, after taking the little prince to wash up, he let him play aside, waiting for the prince to get up and eat.

    After Chujiu left, Nanjia sat in front of his own door in a daze. He sat for a while and felt tired of sitting, so he moved aside and continued sitting at Chu Qi's door.

    ? Straightening his two short legs comfortably, he began to recite the Buddhist scriptures he had just memorized two days ago.  The crisp sound is neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for the people sleeping inside to hear it.

    Chu Qi woke up to the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures over and over again.

    The prince was very angry when he got up. Before he even opened his eyes, he shouted two words outside, "Shut up!"

    Nanjia was startled and decisively shut her mouth.

    Chu Qi frowned, opened his palms and rubbed his temples.  In just a short while, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a cautious voice sounded outside the door, "My lord, if you don't like hearing this, I will tell you something else."

    "" Chu Qi opened the quilt, sat up, and said toward the door: "Come in."

    Nan Jia obediently opened the door. Chu Qi stretched out his finger and pointed at the end of the bed, "Stand over there."

    Since he wants to carry it, she will let him carry it as much as he can.

    Chu Qi got up, dressed and washed amidst the sound of the young monk reciting Buddhist scriptures.  Before eating, Chu Qi could almost repeat the Buddhist sutra, and the other party asked her enthusiastically if she wanted to listen to it again.

    "Eat and sleep without saying a word, eat your food!" Chu Qi pointed to the chair beside him with an unkind expression, "If you don't want to eat, just squat in the corner and carry your back."

    Nan Jia accepted it as soon as it was good. At least this person was willing to get up and eat.  His stomach was growling with hunger, and he had memorized Buddhist sutras all morning on an empty stomach. He quickly climbed onto the chair and ate the buns while happily swinging his two short legs that could not touch the ground.

    After breakfast, Chujiu had already prepared the car. Seeing Chu Qi in casual casual clothes, he knew that she was not going to wear court clothes today, "Your Majesty, do you want to change into palace clothes?"

    The king's palace uniform was rushed out overnight yesterday. The size may not fit, but at least it can be worn first for emergencies.

    "Don't change." Chu Qi originally wanted to show her dissatisfaction with the marriage. If she changed the young monk into palace clothes, how could the scene be performed? "Give him the monk's robe he wore when he came yesterday."  Put it on."

    Chujiu was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what she meant, and took Xiao Wangjun to change his clothes.

    Nanjia was not picky about clothes. When he saw that he had put on his monk's robe again, he blinked a little faster. He looked at Chu Qi with bright eyes and asked, "Can I take my straw hat with me too?"  ?¡±

    When he saw Chujiu preparing a carriage, he thought Chu Qi wanted to take him back to the temple.

    Chu Qi touched his head and said, "No, it's very cold in the palace and you can't get any sun."

    How can there be light in a place where there is no daylight?

    Chujiu broke up her words and explained to the little prince that today she was not sending him home, but taking him to meet the prince's parents. In her words, she carefully told him to listen to the prince when entering the palace and not to run around.

    Chu Qi leaned back on the wheelchair and squinted at this scene. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Chu Jiu's tone was the same as exhorting his son.

    She frowned and called the young monk over, and threatened in a concise and concise manner: "If you don't obey, I'll sell you."

    Nanjia blinked at her twice and said obediently.

    Chu Qi was satisfied and asked Chujiu to carry him to the carriage.  She had difficulty with legs and feet. She was helped into the carriage by the second grade of junior high school and her wheelchair was put aside.On the way into the palace, Nanjia glanced at her wheelchair with some curiosity.

    The material of Chu Qi's wheelchair is golden nanmu with tumor pattern. The chair body does not have any carvings, only the naturally formed lines of the nanmu, which carry its own light fragrance.  In the carriage without sunlight, it looked extremely quiet, elegant, calm and low-key.  Just like Chu Qi when he lightly closed his eyelids and thought about things.

    ??Golden nanmu is the best wood among nanmu. It has fine texture and is shiny after polishing. More importantly, there are gold threads in the wood grain. It shines with golden light in the sun, which is impossible to ignore.

    Jinsunan under the sun is the side of Chu Qi in front of everyone, dazzling and going his own way, making people jealous.

    "What's the matter, are you attracted to my wheelchair?" Chu Qi, who had her eyes closed, opened her eyes at some point. Seeing the little monk staring at her wheelchair, he raised the corner of his mouth and said in a sinister tone: "I'll break your legs.  Can I give you a handful of the same one?"

    Nan Jia silently moved her buttocks and sat farther away from her, "Not good."

    Chu Qi twitched the corners of his mouth sarcastically and closed his eyelids again.

    "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." Nanjia thought deeply about the truth his father taught him, "You must hate the person who broke your legs. Even if she gave you a wheelchair, you would still be unhappy.  So you can¡¯t break my legs.¡±

    Chu Qi did not correct himself that his leg was not broken by someone, but raised his eyelids and glanced at him sideways, "What, if I break your leg, will you hate me too?"

    Chu Qi has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. The corners of his eyes are affectionate even when he is not smiling. Especially when he glances at people sideways, the ends of his slender red eyes are lifted up. His eyes are full of smiles, and his eyes seem to be drunk but not drunk, as if they are swaying with thin water ripples.  .

    Nan Jia had never seen such a good-looking person before. She looked at her with embarrassment. She lowered her head and plucked her fingers and whispered, "If you break my legs, I will ignore you."

    Hearing this answer, Chu Qi straightened up and reached out to touch his bare head. With a smile in his eyes, he asked him, "Can you hold it in and not talk to me?"

    This little monk is quite interesting. He doesn¡¯t say whether he holds a grudge or not, nor does he say whether he hates you or not. He just says he ignores you.  Also, for a little chatterbox, he doesn't even care about you anymore, which shows how much he hates you.

    Nanjia¡¯s long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered: ¡°If you are nice to me, I will ignore you again.¡±

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    Chu Qi smiled, then if I kill you, will you pay attention to me again?

    She took off the hand on the little monk¡¯s head.  He was only four years old and not old enough to hold grudges.

    Unlike her, the seeds of hatred were buried deep in her heart the moment before she died, growing crazily and turning into a big tree that covered the sky and the sun, preventing any light from entering her heart.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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