Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

After talking that day, Qi Xinzhu roughly understood that Zhao Mingjing's life in these years was actually not as peaceful as it seemed.

The king of the Western Regions contacted this nephew very early on. He is a very emotional person, not to mention that his sister sacrificed herself for him and the whole country. He should help him take care of this only orphan.

Fortunately, Zhao Mingjing also strives for success. Yue Mo is precocious because he has no father and no mother. He always trains himself to the death and never stops until he is exhausted. Even if he only has a little time each time, he still has to take some time Reading and literacy, I am thirsty for knowledge about anything that may be close to me in the future.

Originally, Zhao Mingjing thought that even if Qi Xinzhu didn't guard against him after hearing about those things, he would somehow alienate him. After all, he was too complicated, and getting involved would be a quagmire.

However, on the third day, Qi Xinzhu called him to his room and gave him a dagger that struck iron like mud.

The dagger was not as small as a fish intestine, it just matched him, and there was no excessive decoration on the handle, but when he pulled the dagger out, the silver cold light seemed to have warmth.

Zhao Mingjing sized it up carefully, this dagger is definitely considered to be one of the best in thousands, and it is priceless outside.

Qi Xinzhu said: "Didn't I say thank you for giving you something last time, but the construction period was too long, and several masters rushed to finish it."

Zhao Mingjing unconsciously rubbed the pattern on the dagger with his fingers, it turned out that it was specially made for him.

He said in a low voice, "You have done a lot for me."

Qi Xinzhu smiled, these things are easy for him.He just wanted to be nice to him.

"Don't think about it too much, I will need your help in the future." After all, he is also somewhat precarious now. In this position, I don't know how many people are staring at him.

Although Qi Hsinchu does not have martial arts in this world, it does not mean that he does not know anything else. He has an extraordinary reserve of knowledge, can teach him military strategy, can make him mess with the political power, and occasionally teach him some poetry and songs.

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and if a thousand pieces of gold are gone, they will come back." Zhao Mingjing repeated it once or twice.

He stood under the big banyan tree and said: "This poem is so good, I am afraid that the entire Dachen Dynasty, no, maybe those literati who are self-confident in the entire continent cannot write it." praise.

Qi Xinzhu was silent for a moment, and he was a little embarrassed. He just discussed this topic and wanted to give him an example. Can Shixian's poems be bad?

But this thing is not easy to explain, he avoided this topic, and then continued to enlighten: "So don't be sad, what you have done is good enough, sometimes it's just that the world is unfair."

Zhao Mingjing knew that he was encouraging him, and nodded sincerely, but he really didn't have any talent in literature, but for their men from the Western Regions, this was not very important.

These days, he pretended to be very interested in learning to write poems and theory theory with Qi Hsinchu, but he just thought that the way he was standing under the branches and reciting poems was really pretty.

High-spirited and talented, with the breeze blowing his sleeves, I don't know how many times stronger than Zhuangyuan Lang who walks the street with red flowers laughing every time.

Qi Hsinchu didn't know that he misunderstood himself deeply. Every time he taught him something, he would let him practice by himself. He was very talented and knew many things almost at one point. Such a student might be every teacher's dream.

Occasionally Qi Hsinchu gets tired, and leans against the tree to watch him practice swords and play, one by one sword dances smoothly, and sweat hangs from the tip of his nose like slippery all the way from his mountain roots.

He asked: "Is it true that you people from the Western Regions are so good-looking, with such a straight nose?"

Zhao Mingjing froze with his drinking hand, and said, "You think I'm pretty?" His tone was really incredible.

Qi Hsinchu was surprised and said: "Of course, has no one ever praised you?" After he finished speaking, he regretted it. With his bad life, even if he looks good, how could others say it?

The people on his uncle's side only hoped that he could grow up faster and faster, and they didn't care about it.

Zhao Mingjing put down his long sword, and he sat down with his knees bent while holding a kettle in a black suit, but he didn't approach Qi Xinzhu, as if he was restraining something.

He said: "I used to think that I was ugly for a long time, because not only did I look different from the children of the Dachen Dynasty, but I later found out that I looked different from the purebred children from the Western Regions. For a while, I thought why am I so special? Is it because I am not so special that people will accept me?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a sip of water. Qi Xinzhu felt a little distressed, but he knew that he didn't need so much comfort.

He shook his hand and said sincerely: "Don't listen to them, you are really good-looking."

It was rare for Zhao Mingjing to grin. He didn't care what those people thought for a long time. As a man, he never cared about his appearance, but now hearing Qi Xinzhu say that he thinks he looks good, he felt a little secretly happy again.

For his words, he also needs to protect his face, he is no longer obsessed with why he treats him so well, he feels that as long as he is always by his side, it will be fine.

Even if things were revealed in the end and he was pierced by thousands of arrows, he would not be implicated in the slightest.

Qi Xinzhu didn't know what bloody and terrifying things were thinking in his mind, he looked at the cracked clods on the ground, thinking that it would be Zhao Mingjing's birthday soon, even though it was also the death sacrifice of Concubine Li, so he would not be born.

But none of them will forget the 18-year agreement that Tianliang Guoshi once said.

That is to say, after Zhao Mingjing had to enter the holy water naked to test whether the evil spirit in his body had been purified.

Thinking about it, Qi Hsinchu was suddenly a little worried. If there was something strange about the water in the altar, everyone would think that he was still an evil star. He could not be purified after living under the holy light of the Lord Buddha for 18 years, so he should be executed immediately.

Obviously he hasn't done anything, obviously he is just an innocent child, a living life has been tortured by them for 18 years, and finally he will be executed on an unwarranted charge.

Terrible.

But suddenly he thought of something, and suddenly asked him: "The catastrophe of holy water is a test you must pass. If I didn't take the initiative to approach you, what would you do to me?" If he wanted to plan anything, he had to go through it first. This level.

Qi Hsinchu saw his eyes dodge for a moment, and he said, "It's okay, just speak up."

He finally opened his mouth and said: "Two ways, threaten cooperation, and finally kill people to silence them. Anyway, it is a law that the national teacher will not live to be 20 years old. If it doesn't work, then kill him directly. There are people in the Western Regions who know the art of disguise."

He didn't need to say anything, Qi Xinzhu also understood, anyway, if he agreed to cooperate, he would do it first and then kill him, if he refused to comply, he would kill him directly, and then find someone to disguise himself, this person must have been prepared long ago.

Qi Xinzhu said: "This is not a good method." Although the disguise technique is superb, there are many capable people and strangers in Dachen. This method is too dangerous. If it is discovered, it will lose everything .

Zhao Mingjing remained silent, he didn't know, but this was a helpless choice, he always wanted to give himself a chance.

Qi Hsinchu said: "But it's different now."

Zhao Mingjing looked at his slightly smiling face and said, "Yeah, everything is different now that you have appeared."

Qi Xinzhu didn't stay in the temple all the time, after all, his status was really inappropriate. After the three-month period promised to the emperor came, he took Fuzi down the mountain and presented the Buddhist scriptures he copied.

The handwriting of the Buddhist scriptures was neat and elegant, and Zhao Chong was very happy to see it, and rewarded him with a large amount of gold, silver and jewels.

He picked some things that Zhao Mingjing could use and kept them, and sent them to him next time, and let Fuzi lock the rest in the warehouse.

In addition, he also raised Fuzi to the position of the head of the National Teacher's Mansion at one time, got rid of slavery, helped him settle down all his family members, and bought a small house on the outskirts of the city by the way.

Fuzi was so moved that she blushed and didn't know what to say.

Qi Hsinchu helped him up a little funny, and it was really difficult for him these days, letting him run around with him.

"But there is one thing I want to tell you, don't tell anything about what happened in the Temple of the Reclining Buddha."

Fuzi nodded crazily, of course he would not ruin the reputation of the national teacher, he said: "Don't worry, master, we have been practicing in the meditation room every day for the past three months."

Qi Hsinchu nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at the skylight coming in through the hollow carvings on the window, and the Guoshi Mansion was still spotless.

However, after being separated for such a long time, he actually missed Zhao Mingjing again.