virtuous king

The king of Qi was punished, all the officials rejoiced, the people rushed to tell each other, the emperor didn't know his joy or anger, the palace of Prince Qi was gloomy, and as the person who was punished, I had nothing to do with myself.

Withdrew from the court, I caught up with Wen Che to avoid me like a plague god, and ordered the bearer to put my sedan chair in front of him, and poked my head out of the sedan chair cheekily: "Wen Zhuangyuan, Wen Che, this king is the host!" Come and drink a few glasses of thin wine for the sake of face."

Wen Che turned around and left without looking at me.

I picked up the folded fan and tapped my palms: "Miss Narcissus's clothes seem to be old, why don't I give you some brightly colored brocades suitable for women."

Wen Che withdrew his forward step and turned his head to look at me. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence: "...you did it on purpose."

I readily nodded and admitted, I lowered my head and took off the white jade wrench on my right thumb. Carefully catching it, I said, "General Qiu is a fine piece of jade, it shouldn't be flawed."

"This king has done you such a big favor, how can you not be grateful?" I looked at Wen Che's astonished face not far away, and bent my eyes: "Wen Zhuangyuan, maybe this king should call you... Call you General Qiu?"

Without waiting for his answer, I glanced at the white jade finger, sighed and said: "Take it away, your father's things can be used to mobilize troops, the left and right are your Qiu family's things, they should be returned long ago."

"Chief Qiu, now this king is here to ask you again, do you want to drink these glasses of thin wine that this king is the host of?"

Wen Che expressed his attitude with practical actions. Without hesitation, he directly lifted his robe and got into my sedan chair. He probably noticed the deepening smile on my face. Wen Che turned his head to the other side awkwardly. , in the palm of his hand, tightly clutching the white jade finger wrench I threw to him.

There was no talking all the way, and the closer we were, the more convenient it was for me to appreciate his beautiful face carefully—Long star eyes, thin sword eyebrows, and the whole person was wrapped in a sharp bookish atmosphere.

As a literary champion, he can have such a sharp and domineering style that makes many generals feel ashamed. I looked at it and couldn't help but think of those little notes that Chu Xuan gave me a few days ago.

Wen Che, formerly known as Qiu Wenyu, is the son of General Qiu who was beheaded three years ago, and the younger brother of the first name Narcissus in Wanyue Tower.

Chu Xuan told me that Wen Che feigned death and escaped under the protection of his sister Qiu Xiaoying. Since then, he has changed his name and changed his surname to study poetry and books, but Qiu Xiaoying herself committed herself to the brothel and became the top card. Thanks to Wen Che's natural intelligence, after a few years , actually really passed the examination of a literary champion.

However, some people are born to hold a pen, and some people are born to hold a knife - Wen Che is the latter kind of person. Although he has studied for a few years, he still has the sharpness and determination that only belong to generals.

About two sticks of incense, the sedan chair stopped in front of the restaurant, and Wen Che and I followed Xiao Er into the private room. This restaurant was pre-booked by me. Not to mention fresh and elegant, there are two other things that can be bought Good wine and most importantly the price is very fair.

I said: "Chief Qiu, I have just been punished with a salary, and I am wronged that you have to eat some simple food."

Wen Che stared at me for a while with a complicated expression. Although he still couldn't let go, his tone was unintentionally softer than before on the street: "Your Highness, please call me Wen Che, Qiu Wenyu is dead, very dead .”

I said dumbly: "Is it possible that you are really willing to be this powerless civil servant for the rest of your life? You don't want to go to the battlefield? Now that General Qiu's case has been cleared, you are no longer guilty."

Wen Che licked his lips and shook his head as if he had made up his mind: "I want to, but I can't go."

"Reversal of the case is the most taboo of favoritism. I work in Wen Che's level, and everyone will not say anything, but if I am Qiu Wenyu... this case cannot be reversed. Because of this father-son relationship, all the evidence can be returned to the court. To my ulterior motives."

"Reputation is really so important?" I still can't understand: "Anyone with long eyes can see that General Qiu was wronged in that case back then, so even if you restore Qiu Wenyu's identity, others can't say anything."

Wen Che shook his head slightly: "No."

Angrily, I filled a glass of wine for myself, raised my head and drank it down: "At any rate, this king has helped you, so can you stop being so bitter and bitter in front of this king?"

There was a faint smile in Wen Che's eyes, but most of them were mocking. He snatched the flagon from my hand and held it in his hand: "A villain who has done good deeds is still a villain. Your Highness said that all that happened back then was Zhang Yuan's fault." His idea has nothing to do with His Highness, but if Zhang Yuan didn't want to please His Highness, how could the Qiu family end up like this?"

I wished I could glue my eyeballs to the small wine pot that Wen Che took away. After waiting for a long time without him returning it, I had no choice but to put down the empty wine glass in my hand, pondered for a moment, and then slapped the table: "How about it, I promise you, You don't have to be Qiu Wenyu, as long as you go back obediently and become a general, even if you use your identity as Wen Che to climb up little by little with military merit, this king will personally kowtow in front of your father's grave in hemp and mourning."

General Qiu, oh General Qiu, I think you are a mortal who can be worshiped by me, Du Er Xingjun, what a blessing it is, and you should wake up when you reincarnate in the next life-although I am now in the probation period with guilt.

"Your Highness..." Wen Che frowned at me, and said thoughtfully, "Your Highness is very different from before."

I was overjoyed and said: "Really? As the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, have you been moved by this king's reformation?"

Wen Che shook his head solemnly: "Not at all, on the contrary, I'm even more scared."

I was puzzled: "Why?"

"In the past, the king of Qi was arrogant, extravagant, and heinous, but he could be seen clearly at a glance. Now the king of Qi is secretive and unpredictable, and people can't see what is in his heart." Wen Che's words always have thorns, He looked at me with a frown and said unhurriedly: "How did your highness suddenly learn to buy people's hearts? What is your highness thinking? What do you want to get? Ordinary people always have plans in doing things, your highness will not think... I will really I believe this kind of jackal will be enlightened one day and decide to become a vegetarian."

I opened my mouth in embarrassment.

What exactly has this child experienced in the past two years, why is his mind full of dangers in the world, and his heart is so old!

"So, do you agree to abandon literature and pursue martial arts, and go back to the old profession?" I was a little depressed.

I was about to give up, but I saw Wen Che on the opposite side suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of pleasure after successful revenge: "Who said that, I agree, and there is no need to restore my identity."

I stammered: "Why, why? Didn't you say that this king has bad intentions?"

Wen Che squinted his eyes: "In order to see you wearing sackcloth and filial piety, you pay homage to the ancestors of my Qiu family."

I:"……"

...I can't live through this day.

I suddenly miss the obedient and gentle Liu Yanqing—even though he is a little timid, even if he has a faint scholarly sourness, even if he occasionally teases me in a well-proportioned way, but he is very coaxing, not ordinary.

Thinking about it this way, I feel like a beast again.

"Ha, haha... This king will do what he says, and he will kowtow, Wen... Wen..." After thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of what to call him. Wen Zhuangyuan can't be called, let alone the surname Qiu. , had no choice but to look up bitterly to ask for his opinion.

"Whatever you want." Wen Che said lightly, "Anyway, even if His Highness calls me Grandpa, I will still stand by His Majesty's side."

Me: "..." His grandma's, who taught this brat!

"There is one more thing." Wen Che ignored the mixed feelings in my heart, and continued to work hard to fix my heart: "Guan Zhangyuan is heavily guarded, Your Highness, don't try to rescue him—of course, I personally hope that Your Highness went to save him, and in this way, you can be convicted of collaborating with each other."

I laughed dryly and said, "Brother Wen, brother Wen, why don't you believe that this king is really kind?"

Wen Che curled his lips: "This issue needs to be discussed."

Me: "...Xiao Er! Check out!"

After a meal, I was almost so angry by Wen Che that I had a heart attack.

It's easy to get sleepy at noon on a spring day, so when I returned to the palace, I went up to the prince and girl, down to the rough envoy and boy, and everyone looked weak.

I glanced over the pair of small hands that the eighth girl was holding on the arms of the sixteenth son, skipped over the four youngest sons 57, [-], and fourteen who were playing Pai Gow together, and passed over the other beauties who were sitting side by side drinking tea and playing chess, and finally landed. On Liu Yanqing Xu's slender fingers holding Chu Xiao's wrist.

Liu Yanqing was teaching Chu Xiao how to practice calligraphy. The two were standing one behind the other. Chu Xiao was being held between Liu Yanqing's arms at the moment, lowering her head and writing in running script seriously. The little girl who is usually most afraid of reading and writing is now here Liu Yanqing looked obedient in front of him.

I just feel that the alcohol is a little too strong.

"Cough." I covered my lips with my fist and coughed. Everyone was startled, and they all stopped their movements and looked up at me. I looked straight at Liu Yanqing.

I don't know if other people have felt this way - as for a person who is very compatible with you and seems to like you, even if you don't love him, you still don't want to see him get too close to other people.

I couldn't explain my almost vexatious anger right now, so I just kept staring at him.

I stared at Liu Yanqing, and Liu Yanqing also stared at me. For a long time, Liu Yanqing raised a slightly weird smile, and said lightly: "Your Highness seldom touched alcohol in the past."

The inexplicable anger disappeared suddenly, and I was like being poured down by a basin of ice water in the twelfth lunar month, and my whole body felt cold from the inside out.

Chu Ping doesn't like wine. The only time he drank a few sips of good wine and lost his life because he drank too much. I only know that Liu Yanqing guessed something recently, but I don't know how much he guessed. Looking at it now Come on, he must have guessed it.

Forced to gather my mind, I thought about it and said: "Yanqing, come to my king's room at night, my king... I have something to say to you."

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