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Qi Hui didn't know what he was thinking, so he glanced at Jing Qianjiang by accident, only to find that the other party was also staring at Qu Changnegative.

Sensing Qi Hui's gaze, Jing Qianjiang turned his head and gave him a cold glance.

A few of them were more eye-catching figures at the table, and this eyebrow-eye lawsuit was immediately noticed.

The third son of the emperor, King Zhou, tapped the shoulder of the eldest son, King Wei, and said with a low laugh: "Brother, look, our Crown Prince and Brother Jing are staring at that kid from the Qu family all the time. It's really crazy. .Normally they are not close to beauty, so it is not the Bodhisattva who has moved the hearts of ordinary people, right?"

King Wei said with a half-smile: "It's really touching. If the second brother and King Jing really have this heart for him, then the king will be very interested in teasing him and seeing the benefits of Mr. Qu. "

Zhou Wang touched the corner of his lower lip with his fingers to hide his smirk.

The crown prince is ranked second among the princes, and the eldest son of the emperor is the king of Wei. He is the elder but cannot succeed. burden?

It's clearly a game on purpose, trying to grab someone to play first.

It's just that Wei Wang has always been romantic, and there are always disadvantages when he is a teacher. Anyway, he doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, but he really wants to see that the big emperor brother will take him down in a few days and return with the beauty.

I hope that Mr. Qu, who has a desolate temperament, will stick to it for a few more days, otherwise it will be too boring.

After the matter was settled, the emperor got up from the throne, waved at Jing Qianjiang and said, "Ah Jing, do you want to play a game of chess with me?"

Jing Qianjiang's name in the genealogy is Qi Jing. The emperor's love and closeness to him are obvious, even his own sons can't match it.

Jing Qianjiang refused with a smile: "Your Majesty, I just returned to Beijing, and there are still many things to deal with. Let's wait another day."

The emperor was not angry, nodded and left the hall.

After the banquet was over, Princess Qingchang felt at a loss when he heard the comments and praises of Qu Changcheng from the crowd.

She said nothing and never imagined that she had worked hard to suppress for many years, but this stepson just made an appearance, and all the fights were in vain.

And Lu Yan, who just laughed at Qu Chang negative, was also dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that the official position could be tied back like this, and when he passed by Qu Changlu, he couldn't help but stop and look him up and down.

Qu Chang took a look at him: "Like a dog to crawl?"

Regarding the previous bet between the two, Lu Yan dismissed the bet, and only said grimly: "You played beautifully in this round."

Qu Chang's thin lips curled up imperceptibly, and he said humbly: "I'm overwhelmed, and I can still look forward to the follow-up."

Lu Yan didn't realize that there was something in his words, so he sneered and walked away.

Qu Xiao and other important officials left with the emperor, and Qu Changcheng walked out of the palace gate alone.

Just as he was about to get into the carriage, he suddenly heard someone behind him whisper: "Young Master Qu, can you stay?"

Qu Chang negative turned around and recognized the person behind him without any surprise: "His Royal Highness King Jing."

"My father's golden statue can be found tonight, thanks to your sharpness."

Jing Qianjiang didn't go to play chess with the emperor, just to wait for him here, "This king came to thank you."

Qu Zhang said hurriedly: "Your Highness is too polite..."

Jing Qianjiang looked at him and shook his head slightly.

Under the cold moonlight, the look on his face was dim, and he couldn't distinguish a smile or melancholy.

"Dare to ask, my lord, what did you do to Wang Xu?"

"What does your Highness mean by this?"

Qu Changlu lowered his head, covered his sleeves and coughed twice, "I am a person who has not recovered from a long-term illness. I stay at home all year round, and I have little knowledge. How can I play tricks on assassins?"

His pretentiously humble tone and "weak" cough are very hypocritical, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be teasing, and it is obvious that he is not panicking at all.

A trace of pain and nostalgia flashed in Jing Qianjiang's eyes, and he moved down calmly, blocking the wind.

He was silent, and said softly: "Young Master Qu, if you do this, it will be boring."

Qu Chang negative smiled slightly: "Oh?"

Jing Qianjiang said: "Mr. Qu was clearly a master when he fought me behind the screen just now. Since you also chased after Wang Xu, it shouldn't be too difficult to leave a mark on him. And the fragrance on the potted flower, But ordinary floral fragrance... huh?"

"But it was the prince's dog who found the man. If the prince erases its credit, it will be sad."

Jing Qianjiang sighed: "My family is annoying. I didn't know anything when I was young. I'm afraid I can recognize the smell of stewed ribs in my life. Mr. Qu thinks so highly of him, Xiao Wang is ashamed."

Qu Chang took a sneer: "It's enough to have this ability."

Jing Qianjiang was born and died on the battlefield as if he was in the land of no one, and at this moment his heartbeat was getting faster and faster unconsciously.

Although his appearance was very different and his identity was wrong, the Le Youxia in his memory was quick-witted and resourceful, his demeanor was indifferent, even his smile was tinged with ice, and gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

And what did he mean by what he just said?He said, "It's enough for me to have the ability to identify the smell of meat."

They didn't have weapons in their hands, and when they met the assassin at the banquet, the most convenient thing to deal with him was the cups, plates and chopsticks on the table.

I guessed it right, the scent of flowers sticking to the screen is indeed a deceit.

Qu Changlu didn't catch anyone at the time, but he cleverly spilled the broth on Wang Xu.

Annoying, this dog with no strengths but a gluttonous meat, would happily pounce on it when it smells something it likes.

——He knows annoying people so well.

Jing Qianjiang and Le Youxia met at the age of 11, separated at the age of 13, and reunited again after more than four years, until Le Youxia jumped off a cliff and said goodbye.

They raised this dog together. At that time, I happily hugged the dog in front of him and asked Le Youxia to name it. Just when he was in a bad mood, he said coldly, "It's annoying!"

There are too many coincidences in this person.

It's not that Jing Qianjiang has never met someone similar to Le Youxia, but he has never recognized anyone wrong.

After all, in this life, there is only this one person who can make him care about and unforgettable.

His expression, his tone, his moves, his breath...

Jing Qianjiang felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to the top of his head, but his heartbeat seemed to be very slow.

The night wind seemed to hit the eardrum directly, causing bursts of tinnitus.

He hastily lowered his eyes, and in the darkness, a drop of tear flowed out, along the straight bridge of his nose, and fell to the ground.

Qu Chang negatively said: "I have already answered your Highness's question. Thank you for your dog's cooperation with me. If you have no other questions, I will leave."

Jing Qianjiang turned to lift the palace lantern beside him, and the light red light was separated between the two of them.

Qu Changying stood in the night, with the dark sky and starlight behind him, making him slender and thin, with a pale complexion, reminiscent of the frost that formed on the petals in the early morning of autumn.

It is absolutely impossible to admit that it is him.

Jing Qianjiang had tossed and turned in the middle of the night countless times, thinking about what Qu Chang was thinking before jumping off the cliff, despair or relief?Will you ever feel a little bit of reluctance for yourself?

Thinking about whether it hurts or not, whether it is cold or not, isn't he afraid of falling from such a high place?

Thinking that his remains are lying alone and don't know where they are, and they haven't been found until now.

The one he loves, he didn't get to see him for the last time.

How can there be no doubt?There are too many things to ask.

It's just that at this moment, he couldn't utter a single word. He didn't know if he was afraid of revealing the uncontrollable sobs in his words, or because he was too impatient and scared him.

No matter what, he appeared in front of him again.

Although also weak, but it is fresh, vivid, will play tricks, will show off the tongue, will show the familiar, flirtatious smile,

So good, so good.

For a moment, it seemed like everything was worth it.

Jing Qianjiang was silent for a long time, and then tried his best to ask calmly, "Does Mr. Qu live in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

It doesn't sound right for Qu Zhang to say that, so why did he admit it?

He said cautiously: "It depends on your mood."

What do you mean, if you want to go to his house to find him, you have to make the young master happy first?

It's a pity that no matter whether it is in the previous life or the present life, I never seem to understand how to please him and how to keep him.

There is silver in his bosom and a jade pendant in his waist, but these two things should not interest Qu Changluo.

Jing Qianjiang finally handed over the palace lantern in his hand: "It's getting late, Mr. Qu holding it to light it?"

"No need." Qu Changlu was really hard to please, he leaned over to bid farewell to Jing Qianjiang, "The bright moon is enough."

Jing Qianjiang watched Qu Changlu walk down the long steps slowly, the night wind blowing his wide sleeves.

He raised his hand, unbuttoned a coat, and wanted to hand over his coat, but after looking at the lantern in his hand, he finally gave up.

Fu Bao wore less clothes today, and was almost frozen into a lump of ice. He shivered in the cold wind, walked to Jing Qianjiang, and said quietly:

"Your Highness, everyone has left, don't look at it?"

Jing Qianjiang didn't turn his head back, still looking at the direction Qu Chang negative left, and after a long time, he slowly let go of his clenched hands.

He said, "Do you know how I feel now?"

Fu Bao said: "The servant thinks His Highness is very happy, but it might be."

Jing Qianjiang said: "Oh?"

Fubao said: "Your Highness's mood is like the weather in autumn. A few days ago, His Highness, who has been single for nearly 20 years, suddenly suffered from lovesickness. He couldn't eat or sleep well every day, and he had to wear white clothes. This servant is worried. Today Seeing Mr. Qu, who is as rich and divine as jade, His Highness forgets his hurts when he sees a beauty, and regains his strength, this servant is delighted."

He glanced at Jing Qianjiang, and added cautiously: "But Mr. Qu seems to hate His Highness, so the servant feels..."

Fu Bao suddenly closed his mouth, his whole body froze, his eyes moved down slowly, and the bright sword pointed right at his throat.

Jing Qianjiang held the sword in his hand, didn't turn his head at all, and said softly and softly: "Your voice just now was ugly, please say it again."

Fu Bao followed the good example: "Your servant is stupid, I can't guess how His Highness is feeling now, please tell Your Highness clearly."

Jing Qianjiang put the sword back into its sheath, and said, "This king wants to reward you with a house tomorrow so that you can settle down in the capital."

Fu Bao's eyes lit up in an instant.

Jing Qianjiang said: "But just talking about it, there is a possibility that you won't be rewarded. You can go live in the dog's cave in the palace."

Fu Bao tremblingly said: "Your Highness..."

Jing Qianjiang turned around, with a smile that was not a smile: "My king's feelings are just like yours at this moment. Do you understand?"

Fu Bao: "..."

He bowed his knees and was on the verge of tears: "Your Highness, do you still want to reward your house?"

Jing Qianjiang put down the lamp in his hand, walked past him with a flick of his sleeves, and coldly dropped three words: "It depends on your mood."