[Jin Guang] Uncle Wang is not easy to be

Qianxue came to see him, "Uncle Wang, do you feel dizzy?"

"..."

"Uncle Wang? What do you think?"

"..."

"Back to the north, what's so exciting! Hey, you," Qianxue looked at Jingri's personal maid, "What else did Uncle Wang do after we left?"

"Go back to Prince Qianxue, the prince was painting in the garden and didn't come back to rest until late at night."

"What do you do, why don't you remind Uncle Wang!"

"This... please forgive me, my lord!" The maids hurriedly knelt down.

"Qianxue, it's not their fault, you all go down." Jingri came back to his senses, "It's because Xiao Wang was too happy yesterday, so he was careless."

"Uncle Wang, you don't look like you're just suffering from a cold..." It's as if you've been hit!

"Well, I suddenly realized a fact, so I was a little shocked."

"what?"

"Yesterday I suddenly realized that your dowry may never be used, so I was a little sad and a little happy."

"Why are you both happy and sad? Wait, what dowry?" Qianxue was confused.

"That big gold medal, it seems that you have never intended to get married, oh, worry about it!"

"That's not a dowry! I'm a man!" I believe you are a ghost!Actually use this to change the subject!

Jingri laughed loudly, "The king gave you a task some time ago, how did you complete it?"

"Of course it's okay for my wolf master to go out!" Qianxue patted her chest, "And it's with Luo Bi and Wen Huang. The three of us haven't been on a mission together for a long time. As a result, Cang Zai and Wen Zai quarreled again!"

"……Oh why?"

"Zangzi wanted to deal with Xiaobing first, Wenzai mocked him for not having a strategic plan, Zangzai said that Wenzai made a fuss out of a molehill. Zangzai fought with the boss, Wenzai said that his strength had regressed, and Zangzai mocked Wenzai for being too lazy to grow worms It's..."

Jingri: "..." Are you a group of children?

"What about you?"

"I..." Qianxue looked at the sky, "Of course I persuaded the fight!"

"what……"

"Okay, I started arguing too," Qianxue was a little embarrassed, "The three of us got into a quarrel... But, I was going to try to persuade the fight at first!"

"Well, Qianxue," Jingri touched the painting on his chest, "Xiao Wang is a bit tired, you go back first, you take Xiao Canglang back to the palace first, I'm sick and can't take care of him for the time being."

"Okay, Uncle Wang, take good care of your illness!"

"Well, the lonely king knows."

When King Miao heard that Jingri was ill, he sent a female official named Yao Jinchi to him. She was the younger sister of the female tyrant, but she had a completely different personality from the female tyrant.

After she came, Jingri's life became more comfortable. He felt that this girl was really caring, but it was also a little inconvenient. After all, Jingri had some secrets, which were inconvenient for others to know.

Since the last time we met, God Gu Wenhuang hadn't been here for two months.

Jingri's paintings in the study room were not put away, but burned on the spot without leaving any traces.

Another voice in my heart said, go find him!

Why he was looking for him, it doesn't matter whether there is God Gu Wenhuang in Jingri Guming's world.

because you like him...

Thinking of this, Jingri took out the original painting, which was the sweet-scented osmanthus tree under the moonlight, the petals were falling, and a man wearing a scholar hat was reaching out to catch it.

That person's face is the god Gu Wenhuang.

It turns out that the person I most want to see is God Gu Wenhuang.

Jingri put his hand on his forehead, feeling that even after such a long time, this reality still makes him a little unacceptable, it's not good to like someone...why do you like God Gu Wenhuang...

Maybe it was years of companionship... Maybe I was already tempted when I first met... Maybe I picked him up under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that day.

If he hadn't liked it, he would have been as shrewd as Jingri, and would never have exposed the blood-refined pills to Emperor Wen. He obviously had a better way, but when the other party was injured, he only wanted him to heal quickly.If he didn't like it, how could he have allowed Emperor Wen to test Beijing Palace, and the bottom line has been backed down repeatedly.

If you don't like...

If I didn't like him, how could I rub him into my heart, but when I drew it, my heart was extremely soft...

Thinking about it now, even the tentative words are good memories.

"Ha...that's crazy!" Jingri gave up struggling and accepted the reality. He also knew that the best choice was to bury his feelings deeper. Close friends are probably the best distance.

Jingri knows that he can do it, he is good at patience, enduring this kind of frailty and sickness, staying in the palace for decades, enduring the suspicion of the two Miao kings, keeping a low profile and not caring about world affairs.

However, he never cared about these patiences, he only cared about the people around him, and he held his heart tightly.So, if you say it, maybe even your friends won't be able to do it.

If Emperor Wen appears, Jingri thinks seriously, I will give him the painting.

Just give him the painting, and then hide your heart carefully so that he won't find out, okay?

It's a pity that the god Gu Wenhuang has not appeared in Beijing Palace for two years.

Jing Ri still lived his life as if nothing had happened, he just took out the painting, looked at it a few times, and put it back again.

In the past two years, the Momen family in Miaojiang came to defect and gave the Nine Dragon Book of Heaven as a surrender.

Jingri studied the Jiulong Tianshu for a long time, and felt that it was too dangerous, so he simply put it at the bottom of the box, and could not give it to King Miao, let alone leak it to others.

Two years later, Emperor Wen came back and enthusiastically shared a book called Yu Guozhi Yi with Jingri.

Jingri briefly read it, "So...you have been to Yu Country for the past two years?"

"This Wanjun Wubing Ce Tianfeng is very interesting, but it is difficult to find, otherwise, it can be a game." Wen Huang was very interested.

"You and him can't make a game." Jingri thought for a while and persuaded.

"Oh? Friends know him?"

"I roughly guessed."

"That……"

"I met him once more than ten years ago," Jingri Zhuangruo recalled, firmly refusing to say that he had occasional contact with Mo Cangli. "He is the only one who is better than me in chess."

"My friend said so, I am more interested!" Wen Huang's feather fan covered the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were shining with joy.

Jingri felt a little sour, and covered his stomach with his hand, "It's hard to find him, unless one day he shows his weakness, but you can wait slowly."

"My friend is sick again?" Wen Huang stretched out his hand to check his pulse.

Jingri followed Wen Huang's actions, "It's nothing, it's probably because I drank the wine made from snow water today, it's a bit cold, it will be fine later."

A few years later.

The Xijianliu rebellion occurred in the Central Plains, and the god Gu Wenhuang entered the game. Jingri took the information and found that Wenhuang was really having a good time, and even dragged Qianxue into the water. Jingri's onlookers were also happy. Good opponent, it's a real pleasure to fight with Emperor Wen.

Until Jingri received the news of Ren Piaomiao's death.

Jingri got up and for the first time activated the avatar he had cultivated to sit in the palace. He rushed to Shengu Peak overnight, and when he reached the peak, he saw Fengdie crying into a coffin.

Jingri walked over calmly, "Xiaodie."

"Uncle? Why did you come here...Master, master..." Swallow Die's eyes were red.

"Let me take a look," Jingri walked over and pushed the coffin away, the white-haired Ren Piaomiao was lying inside, Jingri's hand trembling touched the corpse, it was cold, stiff, and real.

Before coming here, Jingri thought about all kinds of possibilities, until now he was sure that Emperor Wen was really dead.

Feeling agitated for a moment, he turned sideways and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Die quickly helped him to sit aside, "How are you, Uncle?"

"I'm fine, where's Qianxue?"

"Father..."

"It turns out that my friends value Emperor Wen so much!" A familiar voice appeared, making Jingri a little dizzy.

"Master?" Swallow Die turned around in surprise.

"You're not dead?" Jingri wiped the blood from his mouth.

"Because I have the same fate Gu!" Wen Huang nodded.

"But the same life Gu can only raise one?" Phoenix Die asked.

"Yeah, I used all my cards this time." Wen Huang felt a little heartbroken.

Jingri slowed down, and after thinking about it, he knew what Emperor Wen planned, "The only chance to stand in is actually used in this round... You and Xiaodie must have something to say, Xiao Wang will not bother you."

"Huh?" Wen Huang stretched out his hand to grab Jingri's sleeve, "It's rare for a friend to come out, and he's leaving so soon?"

Jingri pulled back his sleeves, "What am I doing here? I came here to see how you died. I wanted to make a mockery of it. Who would have thought that I would be tricked by you. This king is lost. Of course I have to go back to the palace!"

"Haha, that's really my fault."

"Play slowly by yourself, as long as you don't overplay it!" Jingri said and went down the mountain without looking back.

Emperor Wen looked at the blood on the ground, and said to himself with great interest, "This time it will be difficult..."

"Master!" Feng Die reminded from the side.

"Oh...Papilio, you pretend to be me, I have a task for you."

"Yes."