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Chapter 41: Dark Blossoms Bloom

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    "The way to advance and retreat is to retreat when advancing, and advance when retreating." Jing Qi was wearing a light blue robe loosely on his body, with a white neckline, which complemented the strands he had just woken up from a nap and hadn't combed.  His hair was like ink stains, his eyes were half-closed and he was leaning on the recliner, his speech was slightly nasal, and the clearness in the boy's voice had already begun, bit by bit, it was tempered by the time, every word  , without slowing down, just like hitting people's hearts, "When others think it is time to advance, you should take a few steps back, so as not to block the way of people who should not be blocked. When others think it is time to retreat, you  But if you want to enter, that is called going despite thousands of people.¡±

    Wu Xi stared blankly at him, obviously distracted, Jing Qi also came here lazily, and might fall asleep again at any time, at first he didn't notice him, and he didn't hear his reply for a long time, so he turned his head  Glancing at him: "What are you thinking?"

    Wuxi was taken aback for a moment, then avoided his gaze hastily, lowered his head slightly, and asked, "Is it just like you?"

    "Hmmhuh?" Jing Qi slightly opened his eyes, "What's wrong with me?"

    Wuxi said: "When others thought you shouldn't go to Guangdong and Guangxi, you went, and when you came back, others thought you should take this opportunity to do something, but you didn't do anything, it was the same as before."

    Jing Qidao: "It was He Lianqi who harmed me when I went to Guangdong and Guangxi. After the matter is over, if you still don't come back, you will be my rich and idle person. What are you waiting for?"

    Wuxi thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "You are not telling the truth."

    Jing Qi laughed, stood up, loosened his muscles and bones, and stretched his waist. The pear blossoms in the yard were like piles of snow, and when the wind blew, they would be covered with frost and white.  On Qi, Wu Xi only felt that this person seemed to come out of a painting, and couldn't help but think of the poems he heard a few days ago, and blurted out: "Troublesome, wandering son"

    Jing Qi didn't hear clearly, and turned to look at him with some doubts: "What did you say?"

    Wuxi shook his head, turned his head in a panic, looked at the mottled courtyard wall, and felt that there was a dampness in his heart like the wall with moss growing in the corner, that person was right in front of him, but he had to force some words  After enduring it, he felt aggrieved suddenly, so he whispered, "Can you tell me about the three hundred poems today?"

    Wuxi has always been a practical person, and he only likes to hear about historical facts and plots, governance and stability of the country, and he is not willing to listen to his etiquette and poetry.  Li allusions and rhymes have always been listened to by ear, not very attentive, just understandable.

    Jing Qi was stunned for a moment, seeing that he was staring blankly at the base of the wall with his head sideways, his eyes seemed to be drifting away, and there was a faint lingering color in his deep and tough eyebrows, he couldn't help but smiled knowingly, and said to himself  The boy finally reached the age of knowing Sichun, so he asked, "Which part do you want to listen to?"

    "Hold the hand of the son, the song that grows old with the son."

    Yo, this is true.

    Jing Qile was happy, but he remembered something else and didn't point it out, he just said: "It's a sad song, you just remember the two most sad lines in it."

    Wuxi was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and looked at him inexplicably.

    Jing Qi gently helped down the few petals that fell on his shoulders, and said slowly: "Beat the drums and use them enthusiastically. I will go south alone in the city of Tuguo. From Sun Zizhong, Pingchen and Song Dynasty. Not me  Returning home is full of worries¡ªthere are yellow sands that wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and there are also those who have achieved great success. Some people think of Loulan, and they will never return if they are not broken, but most people would rather listen to such a song "  "Folding Willows", the spring breeze is not slow, and the lovesickness is endless. This is to say, in the land of the vast sea, the army is coming, the gold and iron horses, the drums are neighing, but there is a person looking back at the direction of the hometown, looking at  The living people around me go out to attack one by one, and never return at night, and the thoughts of the old people in their hearts are as if they are dead."

    Wuxi didn't expect him to bring up the topic, so he didn't respond for a moment, just listening in a daze.

    Jing Qi sighed, and continued: "Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng, hold his hand, and grow old together with him. These words are not spoken by a general who vowed to make great achievements, nor are he able to lay down hundreds of corpses in a fit of anger.  What the emperor Wan said was just a small soldier, destined not to have the aptitude to make a difference in this life, he only hoped to spend his whole life with that ordinary woman in ordinary clothes, rice, oil and salt, waiting for her to be cleansed.  Let's wait for her beauty to grow old, wait for her sickness to sink, and then find a three-foot grave to lie down together. If there is a destiny in the next life, we will see each other again in the world. If there is no destiny"

    He suddenly stopped, and after a long time, he muttered: "Xing, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering. I shouldn't have said this, but I dare to ask Wu Tong, what should you do if you go back to southern Xinjiang?"

    Wuxi saw that his usual carefree face turned serious at this time, and his eyes were calm and emotional.;Wuxi shook off his hand, stood up abruptly, a thin layer of blush appeared on his face, he didn't know whether he was angry or anxious, he stared at Jing Qi for a while, and then said nothing  , turned around and left.

    "Oh, I can't help being funny." Jing Qi sat down and picked up the teacup leisurely, "This brat, he's getting anxious with me even as he talks."

    He smiled and shouted, "Peace, prepare a car for me and go out."

    Pingan agreed, ordered to go on, and asked casually: "Where is the master going today?"

    "Huanghua Pavilion, I haven't been there for a few days. I miss Minghua's tea. Let's see him go."

    Ping An's face immediately collapsed, and his face like a bun frowned: "Why did the master go to that dirty place again?"

    "Why is it a dirty place?" Jing Qi said casually while letting Jixiang take care of her hair, "There is wine, tea, and beauties. For a dude like me, is there a better place to go?  This king is a rich and idle person, how dare he disobey orders?"

    Ping An is worried.

    The Yellow Flower Pavilion¡ª¡ªthat is a place where grandparents treat each other. In the hearts of ordinary people, it is probably worse than the Emerald Building, Yanyu Building, and the like. The majestic prince, go there every two daysto see a rabbit, what does it look like?

    Why did the prince's inconsistency get worse?

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