The king's apex spoils him and is reborn

"The Tai Tuo has many good relationships." Xiao Beichen asked patiently, "Miss Ji is smart, but she has no ambition." He looked at the person very seriously, expecting an explanation. After all, the lie that Ji Muqing arranged this time too big.

Ji Muqing met his gaze without changing his expression, and said in a calm manner: "My cousin has a lot of things, if you don't believe me, just check it out."

He started planning a long time ago, just in time to complete the land deed a few years ago.But for Xiao Beichen, who was familiar with him, his words were not limited to the ranch.

"It's not that I don't believe you." Xiao Beichen exhaled softly, and said in a gentle voice, "It's just that if you want to test Mr. Song more, just say it."

It seemed that he still couldn't hide it from others, so Ji Muqing leaned back in the chair and said bluntly, "I don't like him."

"Why?" Xiao Beichen was not surprised, and asked with a shallow smile.

Ji Muqing reminded seriously: "Because this person is not as idle as he appears to be." Xiao Beichen didn't know about his past life, and he couldn't prove to him that Song Zhengxiu was wrong, so he could only respond vaguely like this.

At this moment, although the rain has stopped outside the house, it is still overcast.There were no lights in the house, and it was dim when the doors and windows were closed.

While the atmosphere was stagnant, Ji Muqing slightly raised her head and looked up, quietly waiting for his reaction.

"Mr. Song is not a person who hides from the world and has no desires or desires. What he is looking for this time is a future." Xiao Beichen's tone was flat, with a hint of coldness, "Qingqing also knows that I value the other party's ability and character more. Because he is an ambitious person, he deliberately doesn’t use it. After all, everyone has selfish desires, and I don’t accept sages.”

"..."

After a long time, Ji Muqing tilted his head to look at the person, and asked, "Your Highness, do you think I'm ignorant this time?" He didn't wait for anyone to answer, Gu Lu stood up, knelt on Xiao Beichen's chair, and raised the question condescendingly. A compromise method: "How about this, if my prediction about the heavy rain is inaccurate, His Highness Song Zhengxiu can be promoted and reused based on his advice this time, how about it?"

Xiao Beichen raised his eyebrows, and after hesitating for a moment, he agreed: "Okay, what if the prediction is accurate? The bet cannot be made against only one person."

"If the prophecy is correct..." Ji Muqing became embarrassed.This bet was a sure thing for him, and it was because of the last bit of conscience that he didn't teach Xiao Beichen to take the bet.

While thinking hard, Xiao Beichen slowly supported his waist, and said again: "Just say Qingqing, this hall keeps its word."

"Then I won't be polite." Ji Muqing's lips curled up, his eyes burning, "If the prophecy is correct, His Highness will stay in my room before returning to the capital, and you are not allowed to come out without my consent."

……

The green branches and green trees accompanying the house in the courtyard of the Xu Mansion are sheltered by the wind and stopped by the rain, so many buds that have just germinated inevitably fall off.

Xu Heng sent people to the atrium, only to realize that he hadn't done things well.Stepping on the wet buds all over the ground, he turned sideways and apologized, "Look at my mouth, I can't even make a recommendation."

Song Zhengxiu thought deeply all the way, and when he saw that he regretted what he had done before, he shook his head indifferently and said, "It's because the grassroots are not capable enough. Mr. Xu has done a lot for the grassroots."

Hearing this, Xu Heng's heart sank slightly, but he still thought of a way to say: "Mr. Song is well-educated and well-educated. It is not difficult to become an official in the court. You might as well find an errand in the prefecture and county first, and then move to the capital based on your political achievements. This year's Qiu Wei," he paused, and said in a low voice: "After all, throughout the ages, there have been very few people from poor families who have become powerful officials without scientific research."

This is not only because there is still a family distinction in the Dungan Kingdom, but also because ordinary people rarely find a good teacher with high morals, so it is extremely difficult for students from poor families to stand out.In contrast, it is easy for high school children to seek official positions.

Song Zhengxiu understood the deep meaning of his words, but he didn't respond to his words, but asked instead: "That General Ji..."

"Oh, that one is different." Xu Heng hurriedly interrupted him, bowed his body slightly and emphasized: "General Ji is the son of today's Grand Tutor, and he came from a noble background. Although the starting point is high, it is due to real ability to get to this high position now."

"Caomin didn't mean to underestimate them." Song Zhengxiu smiled and explained, "I just think that General Ji and His Royal Highness have a very close friendship."

It turned out to be a misunderstanding, Xu Heng let out a long sigh, and his tone became much more relaxed: "General Ji used to be the accompaniment of His Royal Highness, and he has been with him since he was a child. Naturally, his relationship is better than that of ordinary princes." Then he saw that Song Zhengxiu didn't seem to understand. This widely circulated incident brought up recent rumors: "There are rumors that General Ji invited the war to the western region because of His Highness the crown prince's words, "May the old things be restored, and the world be peaceful."

Song Zhengxiu was stunned for a while, and said ironically: "The folk rumors are always very beautiful."

"Hey, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, the recovery of Moyanguan is a good thing for the whole country to celebrate." Xu Heng saw that he didn't believe this, so he stopped talking, "Okay, you should go back soon, what are you waiting for?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is free, I will introduce you again."

Song Zhengxiu lowered his eyes and nodded, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xu, the grassroots will leave."

***

Among the white walls and black tiles in the south of the Yangtze River, there are also rippling rivers. When the boat passes under the stone bridge, you can see another family with thick ink and light colors.

This day is rainy and sunny, sunny and cloudy, after all, we can't escape the fate of floating rain.I was very interested in viewing the scenery by boat, and the oblique thread hit the oil-paper umbrella, and the willows on the bank were also swaying in the wind and rain. Fortunately, this waterway can reach the temporary house.

"It's raining again." Ji Muqing sat on the bow of the boat, seeing that the umbrella hadn't completely blocked the rain, he took out a folding fan to cover it.

Xiao Beichen was helpless, knelt down and turned the umbrella towards him, "This folding fan is made by a famous master, don't waste it."

Ji Muqing was just putting on a show.He leaned back, slowly opened the fan, carefully looked at it and said: "How can you tell that the plum branches painted on it are your work?"

"The pen is strong and lifelike." Xiao Beichen patted the head of the person in front of him lightly, and said with a smile, "Is there anything in this hall that is not good?"

Ji Muqing looked sideways at him, then looked at the umbrella again and again.After a long time, the corners of her lips curled up: "I think His Highness's paintings are not bad. Why don't you just draw one when you get back home, and then ask someone to make a folding fan and give it to me, so that I don't have to take His Highness's all the time."

"It's easy to say." Xiao Beichen nodded, "Anyway, it's going to rain heavily." Then he asked the boatman to dock.

Ji Muqing got up suddenly, but when he didn't expect to go home, it started to rain cats and dogs.

"In such a heavy rain, the plain paper used for the fan surface may be difficult to buy." Xiao Beichen brought the accompanying calligraphy, and drew a bone on the rice paper, "Otherwise I will send a painting, and you hang it?"

"Nothing new, I want to take it with me." Ji Muqing responded casually.He stood in front of the open door, his expression gradually serious, thinking to himself: Could it be that the continuous rainstorm came so quickly?

Xiao Beichen stopped his hands, lowered his eyes to think, and said softly after a while, "I have an idea." He walked to the side of the person, closed the door, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like this, and it will finish in one night. "

"I was thinking about the bet. This is half the win." Ji Muqing came back to his senses, pretending to be proud.Then he followed Xiao Beichen's last sentence: "What idea do you have in mind?"

"Really want to know?" Xiao Beichen raised his eyebrows.

Ji Muqing hummed softly, and watched him slowly approaching with a blank expression.

Xiao Beichen's eyes fell lightly on the opposite body, and he slightly opened his thin lips: "Take off your clothes."

Shortly after--

"Are you sure you want to paint on me?" Ji Muqing took off his clothes unhurriedly while being surprised, completely unaware of how things happened to this point.When he took off his coat, he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly fled while clutching his belt.

Xiao Beichen didn't see his excitement, so he just picked up and hung up the clothes on the ground one by one, turned his back to him and said seriously: "Chijin has tattoos, which seem to be very different from paintings on paper. I recently practiced tattoos. Painter, I want to try it, and it happens to be enough for you to carry with you.”

"I've learned a lot." Ji Muqing smiled badly, bit his lips, and asked in a low voice, "But I have a thin waist, is there enough room for painting?"

He blew out the candle.

The room was dark in an instant, only the shadows of the lamps outside were dim.

"How did you put out the fire?" Xiao Beichen was startled, and turned around to ask questions, only to see that Ji Muqing's black hair had been let loose, and his clothes were half faded.The orange light outside the window only illuminated half of his body, who would believe that this elegant figure would dare to fight alone.

The heartbeat gradually accelerated with the sound of rain, and the fire burned in his stomach.

Seeing the person approaching with deep eyes and hands behind his back, Ji Muqing took a few steps back and deliberately asked, "Where's the pen? How can I draw without a pen?"

Xiao Beichen chuckled, picked him up, and fell back into the warm tent.

"Where's the agreed painting?" Ji Muqing asked again, struggling to stand up, but was soon forced to bend down again.There was a heavy breath in the ear, the sound of the rain was getting louder, and the hoarse voice was almost covered:

"What else to draw?"

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The author has something to say: Author (seriously): Tattoos do have a long history.