Raiders

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Qi Feng closed his eyes and swept through the plot in his mind. This is probably a story of a domineering attack and a gentle bear.

Qi Feng sorted out the plot carefully and understood his current identity.

This is a simple and clean room, simple and elegant.

The log-colored low long desk is placed in front of the futon, and the edges are slightly decayed, which looks old.

The guqin stands on top of it, looking exquisite and unusual.

Miscellaneous notes on ancient books and piano scores are regularly placed on the bookshelf.

Woody, scholarly, tea.

It's a very peaceful place.

The wind passed through the window, gently stroking Qi Feng's hair.

The young man has a handsome appearance, with some cold and lonely eyes, long hair and white robe, lying lazily on the bed, holding a scroll in his hand, and the white clothes seem to be tied with paintings, which is indescribably beautiful.

A regular knock on the door broke the silence.

"Young Master Qi."

The knock on the door stopped after a while, and the voice of the servant girl rang out.

Qi Feng put down the miscellaneous diary without haste, and walked towards the door.

"Miss Xiaoyue."

Xiaoyue nodded with a smile, and she took two steps back.

"Your Majesty called the young master to go over, and the servants are here to inform you."

Qi Feng nodded to her, turned around to the desk, bent down and picked up his guqin.

"Let's go."

Qi Feng was walking in the palace with the qin in his arms, his clothes fluttering, Xiaoyue led him, keeping a distance of three steps.

Passing through the quiet and uninhabited path, passing through the vibrant imperial garden, the branches are dotted with red dots, the birds are singing crisply, and the tile eaves of the palace are full of intrigue and beauty.

Xiaoyue stopped at the door of the imperial study, knocked on the door, turned her head and nodded towards Qi Feng.

"Ziyan."

A handsome young man in a dragon robe raised his head from the case and called Qi Feng.

Qi Feng approached with Qin in his arms, with a slight smile on his face.

The main character is Gong, Liang Guoguo, Liang Sijin.

"What song does Your Majesty want to hear today?"

Qi Feng bent over to show respect.

"Casual, comfortable."

Liang Sijin rubbed his forehead, and there were stacks of memorials on the desk. He put down his wolf hair with the tip of his tail dyed cinnabar, and leaned on the large dragon chair.

This group of courtiers are constantly making troubles all day long. His throne is not stable yet, and he is quite powerless to control the situation.

Qi Feng nodded in agreement.

There is a low desk placed in the imperial study room all the year round, before Qi Feng came, there was a young eunuch with dexterous hands and feet, who fixed the table and laid out the futon for him.

Qi Feng put the guqin down, half-kneeled on the futon, his wide sleeves fluttered lightly with his movements, and when he raised his hand, a small section of delicate wrist was revealed, the palm with well-articulated bones, and his slender fingers were resting on the strings.

Like listening to fairy music, Liang Sijin relaxed his body, the crisp and melodious sound of the piano reminded him of the days when his mother and concubine were still there when he was a child.

"Ziyan."

It took a long time before Liang Sijin called out in such a low voice.

"Ah."

"What should I do to be truly appropriate?"

Liang Sijin's eyes were tired and her face was full of gloom.

He ascended the throne at the age of 24, and it has been three years now, but the situation is unstable. Although it is much better than three years ago, the government affairs are complicated, and I can only complain to this guy who is not a childhood sweetheart, but I don’t expect that. people answer.

"Your Majesty can do whatever he wants. Ziyan is only a little luthier, but he can't afford to share the affairs of state."

Qi Feng raised his eyebrows.

Liang Sijin smiled helplessly, he just liked the transparency of this proud guy, ah, you have self-knowledge.

"Are you feeling better?"

"It's the same, nothing has changed."

"The quack doctors in Tai Hospital."

Liang Sijin snorted coldly, with an unhappy expression.

"The doctors are very conscientious. The only possibility is that this disease cannot be cured, and it will be cured if you get used to it."

Qi Feng shook his head indifferently.

"But autumn is coming, and when the cold comes, don't you have to suffer again?"

Liang has four distinct seasons, cold in winter and hot in summer.

"It's not the rainy season now, autumn is still early."

Qi Feng couldn't laugh or cry.

"It won't be long. I heard that the genius doctor is out of the valley, and I have sent someone to invite him."

Liang Sijin looked worried in the eyes of Qi Feng's thin body.

"Ziyan, the genius doctor will definitely cure you."

"You know again?"

Qi Feng asked back with a smile.

"Of course, if he can't cure you, I'll smash his reputation as a miracle doctor."

"The grass man is waiting for His Majesty's good news. If so, the grass man will leave first, so as not to disturb His Majesty's handling of important matters."

"Let's go back."

Liang Sijin picked up the Langhao brush again and buried herself in the memorial.

Qi Feng got up and left with his paulownia qin in his arms. Seeing Liang Sijin's appearance, somehow he suddenly imagined the appearance of the poor children of the Great Heavenly Dynasty.

Qi Feng pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden door expressionlessly. Now he can talk to the king like this. Back then, he was just a prisoner.