Lord Seventh

Chapter Four Flourishing Ronghua

At this time in the previous life, Jingqi was still a really young boy. He lost his father overnight. Seven points was afraid of the road ahead and nowhere to rest. Three points was very sad and sad. The child could n’t think of it. There were too many things, and together, they became very ill. They couldn't keep up with the old master for the first seven nights, so I don't know that General Feng visited this one during the night.

Feng Yuanji and Lao Feng have been in friendship for many years. He is also an unconventional person. He came to pay homage to the deceased, revealing a little truth in this illusory year.

I can't think of this life, but I can see him on the last side before leaving Beijing.

When asked, Jing Qi smiled with a smile: "I'm any chance that the Prince is reading. Now the Prince has reached the age of listening to the DPRK. Although I shouldn't listen to big and small things, I know a little."

Feng Yuanji smiled "Hey" and asked Jing Qi to say something unintentionally. At that moment, the grief and indignation on his face could not even be collected, but he was a tough guy and he did not want to be here. It was revealed in front of the young man that he just turned his head and looked at the dim sky outside the hall of worship. He was silent for a long while, then controlled his voice, pressed his throat, and said calmly as much as possible: "Even a little baby remembers things in your heart, you should listen People just cannot hear. "

Poorly half-empty front seat, not asking Cangsheng to ask ghosts and gods.

Jing Qi frowned, and had time to speak in the future, but saw Feng Yuanji turn his head and Shen said: "I said that it was not proper to say this, you think you didn't hear it, you know?"

The white candle flickered slightly with the breeze in the hall, and half a piece of paper money was burning in the brazier. The teenager's face looked like he had borrowed a little bit of fire, sitting quietly, his eyes were lacquered, looking deeply Come here as if he knew everything. Feng Yuanji couldn't help but feel soft.

He was Jing Beiyuan's half-nephew, and now Jing Mingzhe is picking a pick, and he has to leave the southern Xinjiang again. I don't know if this is life or death, I just think that this precocious and intelligent boy looks like he is in the hall , Extremely lonely.

So he softened his voice: "The rebellion in the southern Xinjiang, the emperor ordered me to make peace, here ... I am afraid that this is a long way to go, I am not in the middle of Beijing, I ca n’t take care of you, so please do it." He paused, not in the end Rest assured, and urged, "I know you have always been close to Prince Edward, Prince Edward is also a good kind, just ..."

Although Feng Yuanji didn't read many books, he had spent dozens of years in the officialdom. He wouldn't vomit when he said this, but Jingqi understood what he meant. Today the emperor seems to be in full bloom in spring and autumn, but it's just a captivity. Sensibly hollowed out the flower shelf of the body. The Jiangshan still do not know who will take the decision. At that time, the three princes will be combative. General Feng is afraid that he will get into the mud.

Jing Qi smiled slightly and added a little paper money to the brazier: "I am just a casual prince who bears his false name against Zu Yin, and is also a child with a yellow mouth. He is raised in this imperial capital, and occasionally gives Uncle Huang some joy to his knees. Children, in the eyes of adults, keep up with the "Inspector Yushi" adult in the study, who is taking me seriously? The general is thinking more. "

The "Inspector Yushi" is the emperor bird most favored by the emperor now, who almost scolded the civil and military officials, but Feng Yuanji listened to the child with a sarcastic irony, but his heart sank, and he said to him How old do people have such worries?

He looked at him with a low eyebrow and a smirk. He was so long that he didn't look like a teenager.

Jing Qidao said, "I might as well, the general knows that the battle in the southern Xinjiang is a dead end?"

Feng Yuanji was shocked, and couldn't help but ask, "How do I say?"

"Although the southern part of Xinjiang is small, since the time when Taizu won the world, he went to Ping Kyushu and went to the same ranks as before. The northern desert barbarians bowed their heads, but in the end they hated Nanzhou, the hero's end. The land in the southern Xinjiang is mountainous and wicked, and the forest is dense. Not to mention ... "

Naturally without him telling history, Feng Yuanji began to die at the moment he received the imperial edict, only to think that the young man had spoken it, and could not help interrupting him: "Who taught you this?"

Jing Qi casually obscured: "Zhou Taifu."

Feng Yuanji shook his head. Tai Fu Zhou Ziyi's name was elegant, but he was the first-class old-fashioned person. He said three words without departing from the saints. You don't have to understand the truth of this battle.

Jing Qi but smiled.

Feng Yuanji listened attentively to him and said, "You keep talking."

Jing Qi, however, got up with some effort. With a movement, his head was still dull, he managed to hold his figure, stood up, closed the door of the hall, and sat back to his original position, exhaling as if he had done heavy work. After a while, I lowered my voice and said, "Today ’s holy sacrifices are fun, seemingly absurd, and my heart is not false ..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yuanji shouted sternly: "But you are arrogant today? This is a bad idea!"

Jing Qi stretched out his hand and pressed it down slightly, signalling him to be calm and restless. The plain long sleeves raised a breeze. The general sounded loud, but the young man remained unmoved, and continued, "... So why It is necessary to do something to write into the history books, it seems that he has some achievements in guarding the club, the general is not an outsider, Bei Yuan said straightly, those people-I remember that half of the soldier's talisman in your hand has been for a long time, it is because you are soft If you do n’t want to eat, and you have your own soldiers, you are bound to be taboo, so try to figure out what you want. Except you, General Feng. Is this wrong?

Feng Yuanji was silent.

Jing Qi sighed: "I'm just a junior junior, saying that these are outrageous, and disrespectful, this should not be the case, but ..." His slender, seemingly slender eyebrows raised a little, showing a little Li Li came, sneer, "Grand General, don't you think for yourself, do you see the emperor blinded by the villain and destroy the Great Wall by himself?"

Feng Yuanji looked at him, his face was dark, his expression was indistinguishable, and for a long while, he sighed quietly: "It's obviously a child, but why do you always have to deal with the adult's heart and say what the adult says?"

"If Cathay Pacific is in good shape, I'll be a child forever."

Feng Yuanji ignored his sharp words, but asked softly, "What do you want me to do?"

Jing Qi was about to speak, but was interrupted by raising his palm.

"No, you don't have to say it." Feng Yuanji looked at him with a lot of sighs. "Bei Yuan, you look more like your mother. Only one pair of eyes follows Mingzhe, but Kezi looks like no one."

He stood up, behind his hands, and looked down at the young boy who was sitting there kneeling down—he hadn't grown enough yet, and he described his skinny, delicate eyebrow like a girl, but sat there slightly. Looking up at his face, he didn't know why, the unspeakable resoluteness gave him the illusion of peer communication.

But ... the illusion. Feng Yuanji knew that Jing Beiyuan was just a child who grew up in a deep palace.

"I should have told you two or three years later, but ... I'm afraid it's too late. You are precocious and understand it, but just listen to it, but I don't want it. At first Mingzhe sent you to the palace. I do n’t agree very much with him, but his three souls have gone to Qi Shao. I ’m afraid it ’s difficult to take care of you. Seeing you think of your first princess again, I only feel sad. I originally wanted to get you to me, but I Feng Mou, although his name is loud, everyone's slogan 'admiral' general 'is just a rough man from a veteran's rank. When you were not over the age, I was in my arms, I was afraid I might break you, Nanning How precious is the prince of Wangfu who fell into my hands, I'm afraid I can't support it, so I dismissed my thoughts and waited for you to grow up ... "

Feng Yuanji rarely has such a long story about patience. Jing Qiyi did not dare to listen to the word, and suddenly found that it was too early to lose this elder, but he didn't know the person early enough.

"But I can't wait for you to grow up." Feng Yuanji smiled with a mockery, his voice suddenly sharpened. "You were born in a rich and wealthy village and grew up in the hands of a woman. They are all due to fate. There is nothing, but you can't forget it. You are born a man! "

Jing Qiyiyi ... Where does this come from?

Feng Yuanji turned around and looked at it with trembling eyes: "Jing Beiyuan, a man born in the world, does not want to hear the princes, but seeks to stand on the ground, not for riches and glory, but for life and death. I am Feng Yuanji who eats the king and is ashamed The general General Pingxi should be heard, and what he did was to kill the thief inside, to guard the thief, what you saw in the palace, the ghost tricks and the bad things, hey, I Feng Yuanji ca n’t do it, just disdain! "

He thundered word by word, but Jing Qi refused to answer for a long time. There was only the occasional "cracking" sound in the brazier in the hall. The two were large and small, sitting and standing for a long time, silent.

Jing Qi just said quietly: "General, it's easy to break after passing."

Feng Yuanji said for a moment: "I would rather bend than bend."

Jing Qi suddenly felt that the man standing there was taller than he remembered. He had always been self-conscious, he didn't listen to persuasion, and he didn't say anything. Even if the road passed through Huang Quan, he went black and hit the south wall and didn't look back. I did not cry when I saw the coffin, but it was clearly a stinky stone in the pit.

But ... deserves a sentence of iron bones.

The hero's end is still a hero. Jing Qi laughed at himself, but he didn't want to be such a talent.

Feng Yuanji sighed, his expression softened, Pu Fan's hand stretched out, and he touched his hair: "You are young, don't learn those people ..."

Don't learn those people? He was dumb, but he didn't know how to carry on these words, don't learn their full body calculations, Yin Yin people doing Yin Yin things?

But this child ... is not the same as himself.

"The big general." The child called back with his milky whisper, Feng Yuanji felt soft, thinking that it was hard for him to know that he was loyal and virtuous at a young age, and for his own sake, some words It was heavy, but I was afraid that the child who was already overly concerned would think more, so he softened his expression and responded.

Jing Qi thought for a while, knowing that General Feng was not the same person as himself, so when he got to his mouth, he swallowed back and only whispered: "General, the far south of Xinjiang, take care."

This world is like the twilight spring that is red everywhere. People in the game squint their eyes and see the bitter summer of teeth and claws. There is no Mingjun above, no virtuous underneath, and even if he is reincarnated, he is just a hairless child who has no power and power, and a master of Nanning adds, but it is no different from the puppet in gold and silver.

Gu is helpless.

Can't stop him from going to death generously, can't stop this shaky Daqing Jiangshan--

At the end of the year, the news of the great victory of the southern Xinjiang came, and Feng Yuanji was worthy of a world-famous great wizard--the southern wizard of Yijiang. He agreed to send his successor, the witch boy, to God for quality and national celebration.

The only regret is that General Feng Yuanji died in battle, and there were 400,000 soldiers and soldiers in Daqing, almost all of whom were in southern Xinjiang.

However, for the most expensive man sitting in the palace of Emperor Gaotang, this was only a small shadow behind victory. Forty thousand people and a general bought him a vanity to stay in history, and it was considered dead. What's more, the man's eyebrows raised his eyebrows and picked up his problems, and his days were refreshing.

The great prince Helian Zhao finally had the opportunity to intervene in the military power that was like a bronze wall and iron wall.

The year is near and everyone is happy.

They all say that a hundred-footed worm is dead but not stiff. But there is also a bank of thousands of miles, broken in the anthill.

But an external force storm, one from the heart.

This year's winter was extremely cold, and the imperial capital was still singing and dancing.

The author has something to say: It's so hot ...