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Chapter Fifty-third

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    To say that Jing Qi actually likes Wuxi yard from the bottom of his heart - there are many interesting things and new things, and he used to come here often for dinner.  But ever since Wuxi drank too much wine that time and hugged him for a while, Jing Qi felt a little bit resentful.

    He had always regarded Wuxi as an ignorant and stubborn child, but he never thought that after a long time, the other party would have such thoughts.  When he grows up and thinks about more things, the unrealistic and charming thoughts in his youth should fade away.

    However, that snowy night made his heart as hard as iron soften for a while. One thing happened and another happened. After all, Jing Qi still couldn't bear to keep the child out of the gate of the palace.

    He sometimes thinks, when he gets old in the future, when he starts to think about old feelings and resentments, how many "old feelings" will he have to read to him?

    ?The King of Nanning is long-sleeved and good at dancing. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he was shocked to find that his heart was empty, and he didn't even have a thought.  He has enjoyed the extreme desires in the world, he has descended three feet into the underworld, and he has seen all the beautiful and ugly scenery in the world. Naturally, he knows the good and the bad.

    Jing Qi is not Zhou Zishu, and he can't be as ruthless as he is. Once a person thinks too much and is too thorough, it is always difficult to draw a conclusion.

    He felt that in his previous life, it was a bit unfair to die at the hands of He Lianyi because of being jealous. He Lianyi really thought highly of him.  A dog-headed military strategist who plans and schemes is born without the kind of bearing to guide the country and determine the universe.

    Because of this indescribable awkwardness, he hasn't been to Wutong's mansion for more than a year.  When there is no way to communicate, persuasion is useless, and I am always soft-hearted. If I can't be tough with him, I can only pretend to be stupid and pretend to be dumb, hoping that his youthful heart will change after this period, so what should I do?  go.

    Pian Wuxi didn't know whether he noticed it or something, every once in a while, he had to remind him very bluntly, Jing Qi just pretended not to hear, or joked perfunctorily that it wasn't serious, but he became more and more nervous  Feelings like this¡ªhe deceived himself and said that he didn't take it seriously, but he knew in his heart that what Wuxi said was definitely more real than Zhenzi.

    As soon as he entered Wuxi's small courtyard, he immediately saw a few threads hanging under the big banyan tree, with small wooden sticks less than the width of his palm tied at different heights. Wuxi always looked at him with a smirk, and Jing Qi had to move away.  With some attention, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched a small wooden bar and asked, "What is this for?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Wuxi grabbed his hand and pulled him back a step. Immediately, there was cinnabar water dripping on it, just falling on the place where he was standing just now. Only then did Jing Qi see that the line  There was a small saucer propped on the top, trembling in the breeze. Just now when he touched the small wooden bar tied below it, the precarious dish was tilted, and water spilled out of it.

    Wuxi said: "Don't get it on your clothes - I used to practice light kung fu, I borrowed strength on that wooden bar, and every time I stepped on it, the cinnabar water wouldn't fall down, it was done, and now I don't need it anymore  , Ajialai is playing this. But he is too thick, and he is not good at lightening his body, and his face is flushed every day."

    Jing Qi secretly wiped off his sweat, thinking that fortunately Ping An Jixiang got involved that day, and he couldn't fight him, otherwise there would be no place for this old face.

    There is still everything in the yard of Wuxi, there is a weapon shelf next to it, and a few plum blossom stakes are poked up and down next to the shelf, it doesn't look like the place where the southern Xinjiang witch boy lives, but it looks a bit like a secret sect  The place of martial arts.  Next to it is a study room. Taking advantage of the sunny day, a mat is laid out at the door to dry some books.

    Wuxi said again: "Sit here for a while, I'll take a look at the flower jelly that I made a few days ago, soak it in sugar water, I planned to send it to you when it was ready, and you just happened to come."

    This guy was really quick in action but slow in speech, and before Jing Qi could pretend to say "Thank you, don't bother", he ran away.

    It was late spring in the imperial capital at this time, and it was the bustling time, but the bustle didn't seem to melt into this small courtyard at all. The big banyan tree in the middle was hundreds of years old, casting a large shadow like covering the sky and the sun.  Lingering through the gap.  At this time, the guards knew that he was there, so they didn't come to the courtyard, and there was a faint eerie aura of bitter tones, golden stones, and clear sounds.

    Occasionally, snakes and scorpions slowly crawl past. These poisonous insects are also well-trained, and they don¡¯t come near Jing Qi.bsp;Soon, the pampered white and delicate skin of King Nanning was exposed, and Wuxi tentatively reached out and touched his tight and warm waist, as if he was fascinated, he couldn't let go  .

    This person seems to be made of porcelain, but it is not as cold as porcelain, nor is it as high as my own body temperature, as if it is just the right temperature.

    He grows just right everywhere, a strand of hair is scattered, resting softly on the collarbone, hanging by the bed, matching black and white, it is shockingly good-looking.

    Wuxi was insane.

    He felt as if his whole body was steamed, and the abnormal heat surged everywhere. He remembered the lingering dream that day, and the memory and reality overlapped.  go¡­¡­

    At this moment, Jing Qi moved suddenly, and Wuxi was startled, unable to react for a while, and stood there in a daze.

    Jing Qi didn't wake up, as if he was drunk and dreaming, he dreamed of something, his delicate and beautiful brows slowly frowned, and then loosened, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but the brows  But it fell down, faintly shrouded in a layer of sadness.

    Looking at the disheveled man in his arms, Wuxi suddenly became aroused, the blush on his face faded, and his face turned pale. He quickly closed Jing Qi's skirt, fastened the buttons for him again, and then put Jing Qi on the bed,  He covered the quilt and rushed out as if fleeing.

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