Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Qi Xinzhu walked behind him after a long time, and said softly, "It's time to go."

Zhao Mingjing nodded, he hadn't shed tears for a long time, and he didn't know why, he had never seen that woman before, but standing here, he could feel so much helpless sadness.

He finally knelt down and kowtowed three times in front of the grave.

When he got up again, Qi Xinzhu saw that there were obvious scars on his forehead.

After they walked for a while, Qi Xinzhu realized that he was wearing a clean handkerchief. He turned around and asked him to lower his head, and slowly wiped the blood on the edge of the wound with the handkerchief.

Zhao Mingjing let him move, fixed his eyes on him, and asked hoarsely after a while, "Why are you doing this to me?"

At the beginning, I gave him food, and gave him clothes when he was punished to kneel, as well as the lantern and now help him contain his mother's bones at the mercy of the world.

It was so strange to him, didn't he know what a crime it was to be found out?

Qi Xinzhu paused, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said perfunctorily, "You won't believe my reasons."

I thought he wouldn't ask any more questions, but he seemed to want an answer, so he continued to ask in a rough voice: "Tell me."

Qi Hsinchu saw the firmness in his eyes. He sighed, then looked directly at him and said, "What if I say that my existence came because of you? I will never hurt you."

Not surprised, he got a deep silence again, Zhao Mingjing didn't speak, he might be thinking why he still lied to him at this time.

Qi Xinzhu didn't accept it either, he restrained his expression, stretched out his hand to him, and said, "Let's go, it's too late to go back." Now the sky is getting dark.

In the past, Zhao Mingjing was never willing to have any physical contact with him, even if he did occasionally, he would immediately bounce off, as if he was something unclean.

But this time Zhao Mingjing grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms. His voice was muffled but very clear, as if it came from the joint bones of the two, he said, "I believe it."

He was actually half a head taller than him, but now he was curled up with his head buried between his shoulders and neck.

Qi Xinzhu seemed to feel something cold slipping from his neck.

He cried?He wanted to look up at him, but Zhao Mingjing covered his eyes with his hands, and he pressed his head firmly.

He hugged him and said, "It will be fine in a while."

Qi Xinzhu didn't urge him any more, but let him rely on him like this. Maybe no matter how he comforted himself, he was also very wronged. After all, he was not treated really fairly since he was a child, and he was cast aside by thousands of people.

He obviously has a father and a mother, and his status should be the most noble prince, admired by thousands of people, but now he has fallen to this point.

He stretched out his hand to pat his back, he felt his back trembling slightly, and he also felt very weak, so he sighed and said, "It's okay, I will always be here."

He heard his muffled voice again, and he said, "You can never leave me." He said it firmly, like some kind of promise.

Qi Hsinchu was silent for a moment, and finally replied: "Okay."

If they were destined to separate in the end of this world, then he would hurry to the other to find him.

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After that incident, Zhao Mingjing's trust in him skyrocketed at a violent rate, increasing to seventy that day, and it would rise evenly every day.

It was obvious that Qi Xinzhu didn't have to bother to invite him to dinner anymore, and Zhao Mingjing would come over naturally when it was time for dinner, and now he seemed very willing to stay with him.

Coincidentally, when he came, Qi Hsinchu was writing at his desk again. Zhao Mingjing had seen it many times. He was clearly writing, but his expression was not too willing. He asked him suspiciously.

Qi Xinzhu put down his pen, frowned slightly, and said: "I came here because I found an excuse to pray for the Dachen Dynasty. I said that I would present a hand-copied Buddhist scripture to the emperor in three months. I forgot a few days ago. It's only just beginning now."

He glanced at it, and found that Qi Hsinchu's handwriting was very beautiful, and the engravings were beautiful, and it was indeed very suitable for copying scriptures.

He rested his chin in one hand, feeling a little irritable. What he hates the most is doing this kind of thing. It is meaningless to waste time and effort, but now he is doing it on his own initiative. The emperor's order cannot be violated. Get one out.

Zhao Mingjing didn't say anything, but silently memorized the title of the scriptures he copied, and glanced at Qi Xinzhu's handwriting.

After the relationship between the two of them developed by leaps and bounds, Fuzi might feel the most obvious. In the past, he only had to cook for the master alone, but now he cooks for two people every day, and Zhao Mingjing can eat three people's meals by himself.

But Qi Hsinchu was very happy to see it, and kept picking up vegetables for him like raising a child, and then looked at him with a smile on the side.

Sometimes his eyes were so hot that Zhao Mingjing couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to, but after seeing Qi Xinzhu's expression, he immediately swallowed back his ready words.

He can watch it if he wants, anyway, he won't lose a piece of meat.

Qi Hsinchu estimated the time, and always felt that he would not be able to finish copying this pile of Buddhist scriptures in time, but everyone's handwriting on this thing was different, and he couldn't find someone to replace it, so he could only rush to work day and night.

But what he promised himself, if he can't complete it by the time limit, it will be equivalent to the felony of deceiving the emperor in ancient times.

Qi Hsinchu sighed. If he had no other choice, he could only use his precious mission points to trade with the unscrupulous system.

But Zhao Mingjing's actions were really fast, almost the next day he sent him the first volume of the stack of Buddhist scriptures, Qi Xinzhu picked up the copied thing, the content is not important, the most important thing is that the handwriting on it is exactly the same as his They are exactly the same, and there are some small writing habits above, he can hardly recognize them together.

Qi Hsinchu exclaimed in admiration: "Did you write this?" And what he brought was the amount he had written for five days. He immediately felt that the protagonist deserved to be the protagonist, as if he never needed to sleep.

Zhao Mingjing nodded, and asked calmly: "I'm worried that the handwriting won't match, so I'll show you first, and if possible, I'll continue writing."

Qi Xinzhu was holding the Buddhist scriptures, his eyes were shining, it was more than possible, it was perfect.

But he hesitated again, and said, "But you still have to work during the day and copy scriptures for me at night, how do you sleep?"

Zhao Mingjing knew that Qi Xinzhu didn't have any other intentions, but he just thought of the dream he had in the past few days, and his cheeks felt a little hot.

Although he doesn't believe in Buddhism, he seems to need something to meditate recently, just like his dharma name, and he knows that even if he has some thoughts now, he still has to get rid of them.

He looked at him inexplicably, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's not too much, just a few days."

Although Qi Xinzhu was a little shocked by his tone, he still said generously: "Then you help me copy the Buddhist scriptures, and I will ask Fuzi to help you with the work during the day."

Fuzi standing aside: "..."

It has to be said that Zhao Mingjing's imitation of handwriting is really good, and the speed is very fast. Within half a month, the entire volume of Buddhist scriptures was completed and placed in front of him completely.

Qi Hsinchu looked it over and couldn't help admiring again, saying: "It's a pity that your level is used to copy scriptures for me."

Zhao Mingjing stayed up for several nights in a row, and now his eye circles are still a little blue and black, and he is actually tired, but when he saw Qi Xinzhu's eyes full of admiration, he suddenly felt that he hadn't done such a meaningful thing for a long time.

"It's not a pity, it's worth it," he said.

Qi Xinzhu felt that since that day, the protagonist's attitude towards him has changed drastically, and now he is almost responsive to his requests, although he still speaks a little less, but it is much better than before.

He asked with some doubts: "When did you learn these skills?"

He still remembers standing six feet away and impaling the snake with a broken stick.

Zhao Mingjing didn't hide anything, he knew that if the person in front of him wanted to harm him, he wouldn't wait so long.

He said frankly: "Dachenchao regarded me as ominous, but my mother clan never believed in these things. Although the Western Regions are a small country, they never believed in these ghosts and snakes. They only believed in absolute power. My uncle did not believe in it back then. She sacrificed my mother, and finally got the news that our mother and son were treated like this and the consequences. He was very angry, but he really couldn't compete with Dachen, so he kept secretly sending people to contact me and help me .”

He was very calm when he spoke, making it impossible to imagine what kind of injustice he had encountered.

Qi Hsinchu sighed, no wonder he didn't dress like the people of Dachen last time, and he didn't know how to tie his hair. This is the case in this dynasty. If the superior says you are guilty, then you are guilty, and there is basically no room for protest.

Fortunately, he didn't come too late.

However, according to what he said, there must be many people from the Western Regions in the Dachen Dynasty.

Zhao Mingjing nodded, "There are indeed quite a few, and the people from the Western Regions are not only cruel, but also extremely united." He said it calmly, as if that was some excellent quality.

Qi Xinzhu said: "They want to help you become emperor?"

This is really a big situation. There are many people from the Western Regions in the imperial court, and they are good at using poison to make Gu. If there is a war, both sides will suffer, and the ordinary people will be injured in the end.

Zhao Mingjing was silent when he heard this, and finally nodded.

"If it's necessary to be like this, that's a way." Since he was going to die, why didn't he choose to give it a go, not to mention, he didn't have anyone who cared anyway.

In his capacity, it was difficult, but it was not impossible. Moreover, in such a chaotic world, the emperor only cared about astrology all day long, and the imperial court was no longer impenetrable.

He said: "When the time comes, you don't get involved, I won't let them involve you."

The author says:

I haven't figured out why that chapter was locked,? ? ? ? ? , have a meal and repair it later.have no choice.