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Chapter 66 Old things and old knowledge

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    He Lianyi suddenly panicked, what if that person is really his brother?

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    There was a sound of footsteps, and He Lianyi suddenly came back to his senses, quickly stuffed the scroll and the box back into the dark compartment, stood up as if nothing had happened, lowered his eyebrows and straightened his sleeves, and it was the little prince who came in  Wu, Wang Wu said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, Lord Hubu Lu has arrived."

    Only then did He Lianyi remember that he was the one who called Lu Shen to discuss the matter, so he collected himself and said, "I know." Then he turned around and went out, walking in a hurry, as if he couldn't wait to leave He Lianpei  like a bedroom.

    Wang Wu responded with a low eyebrow, and stood aside like a wooden man.  There are two useful people around He Lianpei, one is Eunuch Xi, and the other is Wang Wu. Eunuch Xi is good at doing things. He has been with He Lianpei for a long time, and He Lianpei almost regards him as his right-hand man.  like.  Wang Wu was different. He stood to the side, remained silent, and didn't know how to make fun of him. If he didn't pay attention, people would ignore him as a living person.

    Don't flatter, never say what you shouldn't say, and do what you call it.  At that time, Eunuch Xi also wanted to promote him because of his rare duty.  As servants in the palace, there are many smart and capable people, but there are not many responsible people.

    The people who come and go every day are the most noble people in the world, the most valuable things, and the most exciting power. In such a place, there are those adults who have read the books of sages.  Can you clearly remember how to advance and retreat?

    Therefore, Eunuch Xi thinks that Wang Wu is a talent.

    At this moment, in the secluded hall, there is only one confused old emperor who is sleeping like a dead pig. The guards are all at the door, and He Lianyi sent him out just now.  After about a stick of incense, the eyelids of Wang Wu, who was standing there without looking like a living thing, suddenly moved, his eyes turned sideways, and finally his eyes fell on the place where He Lianyi had just stood.

    Under He Lianyi's panic, he didn't manage the hidden compartment properly, and a gap was exposed, which happened to fall into Wang Wu's eyes.

    Wang Wu stared at the small slit for a long while without blinking his eyes.

    Finally, he took a cautious look at the real man on the dragon bed, then slowly bent down, groped for the crack with his fingers, poked it in, then groped for a while, found the mechanism, and gently tapped it.  Twist, the hidden compartment opened, and the unplaced scroll fell out.

    Wang Wu quickly copied it in his hand, and finally didn't let it fall to the ground. He couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, maintaining a bent posture, and glanced at He Lianpei again, then quickly opened the scroll, and saw  After glancing at it, he frowned slightly, paused for a moment, then rolled up the painting scroll again, put it away, and closed the dark frame tightly.

    Afterwards, he stood there unmovingly like a dummy, as if nothing happened just now.

    Ever since Wuxi and Zhou Zishu had a business relationship, he has been very busy with some things, but living in the palace these days, he felt a little bit reluctant to leave. Finally, Nuaha couldn't bear it anymore and came to find someone.

    What's going on outside, Jing Qi will naturally not tell him when he comes back, as long as Jing Qi doesn't go out, he will still be reading and drawing, and occasionally he will go to the yard to make gestures when he is in the mood, never showing negative emotions on his face,  It still looks like that leisurely and contented look.

    ¡ª¡ªOf course, given that Jing Qi lacks the important schedule of going out and fooling around, life seems to be easier than before.

    This master has always felt that even if the sky falls outside and he has to carry it by himself, and a layer of skin has rolled off, he can't bring the dead belt home.

    The home is the place where I used to listen to the nagging of Ping An's parents, and now I have two poisonous animals, Wuxi and sable, one big and one small.  There is only one prince in a palace, and the responsibilities of the others are to eat, drink, have fun, manage money and housekeepers, and have no obligation to listen to those annoying things outside.

    But if he didn't say anything, it doesn't mean that Wuxi doesn't know. After all, he is a person who has experienced the battle between Daqing and Nanjiang since he was a child.  He didn't show his face, and followed him from the morning he went out, until he returned home and came under Wuxi's nose.

    He was satisfied, and felt that this person was in his sight all day long, even if the flood was raging outside, as long as he was not fighting Daqing in southern Xinjiang, he would have no sense of crisis.

    In the afternoon, Wuxi was teaching Jing Qi's kung fu. He had a good foundation, and with ten years of hard training every day, he was basically beyond Jing Qi's reach, and his skills were extremely measured. The two of them  There is no weapon, just you come and go with your bare hands.

    As soon as he got started, Wuxi discovered that this person is quite talented, with a high level of comprehension, and he can see through a little bit.? ran out.

    I thought to myself, what did the people of Daqing say?  Shibie three days should be admiration?

    Wutong is really wise and powerful. He has been doing it for several years, but he finally succeeded.

    Jing Qi suppressed her smile, looked down at the lines on her palm for a while, drank the lukewarm sour plum soup, and then ordered: "Peace, change clothes, ask someone to prepare the car, I have to go out."

    Ping An responded and gave orders. Jing Qi tidied herself up, changed into a nondescript robe, took out a scroll from the study, and got into the carriage.

    All the way to a small restaurant with dilapidated thresholds, air leaks everywhere, and a deserted courtyard, Jing Qi got out of the carriage, entered the private room on the second floor, and tapped on the door three times.

    The door opened at the sound, and a man in Tsing Yi gave him a quick glance, let him in immediately, and closed the door.

    The so-called "private room" is actually nothing more than a creaking broken door with half a window next to it that cannot be closed, and there is no sound insulation.

    The man in Tsing Yi is Wang Wu, the little eunuch in the palace. He has done his duty for many years and has his own contacts, which will sneak out of the palace quietly.

    Neither of the two spoke, Jing Qi went straight to the point, and unfolded the scroll in silence. The painting was drawn by the old prince himself, and his private seal was stamped on the signing place, which read "Jiashen Year, March 7th, as a gift of love."  Wife".  Jing Qi looked up at Wang Wu with a serious expression.  Wang Wu stared at the painting carefully for a moment, then nodded slowly.

    Jing Qi's expression was cloudy and uncertain, he couldn't see any emotion, his eyes flickered, he nodded, slowly put away the scroll, took out a purse from his sleeve, stuffed it into Wang Wu's hand, and looked deeply at it.  He gave him a long bow to thank him.

    As a servant, Wang Wu naturally didn't dare to accept such a big gift from him, so he hurriedly took a step back.  Jing Qi just waved his hand and told him to go back to the palace by himself, sit down by himself, and ordered a pot of wine and some side dishes.

    Wang Wu came and left in a hurry, just like when he came, hardly attracting anyone's attention.  The purse he bought was very heavy, and it seemed to be different from the gold and silver in the past. After Wang Wu went out, he took a peek inside, and found a bag full of opals.  He breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put away the gift in trepidation, knowing that this gift was actually not heavy at all¡ªthe thank you gift from the prince was not for a piece of news, but for saving his life.

    Holding the painting scroll in his arms, Jing Qi asked Ping An to wait in the unremarkable carriage, sat by the dilapidated window for a while, and drank half a jug of bad wine on the small plate of mushy peanuts.  Then he put down his drink and left quietly.

    For hundreds of years, he knew for the first time the relationship between the mother who couldn't remember the face and Jinshang.  Jing Qi laughed wryly as if mocking himself, and said in his heart: "If you are so confused, Jing Beiyuan, you will die unjustly."

    He boarded the carriage and went back quietly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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