Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

On the second day of May in Dachen 80, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, there was already a little dryness in the sky.

The bustling bazaar in the past is now deserted. People are standing around the high platform of the palace gate, surrounded by guards in uniform uniforms, but the people still stretch their necks and poke their heads to watch the actions above.

Qi Hsinchu was wearing a black gold-plated gown and a tidy and solemn crown, watching the abbot of the Reclining Buddha Temple slowly climb up the high platform with a clean-looking Zhao Mingjing.

Qi Xinzhu's eyes were cold and heartless, and he read the emperor's decree in his mouth: [My son, Qi Zi, is respectful, with bad luck and a lot of fate. He went out of the palace to pray for the country since he was a child, in order to get rid of evil spirits in his body. He performed the holy water ceremony, proved himself, and made it known to the world. 】

When everyone heard the imperial decree, everyone whispered. No one knew that the seventh son of the emperor killed his mother when he was born, and was discovered by Tianliang Guoshi that he was the reincarnation of an evil star.

Therefore, he was sent to a Buddhist temple for 18 years, and it is not known whether the 18 years of Qingxiu can suppress the evil spirit in him.

Qi Xinzhu looked coldly at Zhao Mingjing who was kneeling on the ground, and said for a long time: "Seventh Prince, please cooperate with me now."

Zhao Mingjing's eyes were a little stunned, like an ordinary person whose edges and corners have been completely flattened by life, and all his movements were timid.

He nodded in confusion, and took off his coat under the clothes of the servants beside him. Then, under the cover of the curtain, he walked slowly from the steps into the clear yellow holy water wearing only his obscene clothes and trousers.

Qi Xinzhu stood on the high platform, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him. He didn't dare to show any worried expression, but his fingers hidden under the wide black sleeves were slowly clenched.

When Zhao Mingjing showed a little expression, his brows would move imperceptibly, and then he would stare closely at his movements.

Zhao Mingjing's movements were not ambiguous, as if he didn't understand what he was going through, his body was completely submerged in the water soon, but what was surprising was that his expression didn't change in the slightest pain, and the water surface didn't move in any way. Traces, but a piece of silence.

After a long time, the last bell rang, Qi Xinzhu stepped forward and checked the water again, but only he saw the blue veins on Zhao Mingjing's hands.

He reported to Zhao Chong who was sitting on the high platform without changing his face. The emperor was stunned for a moment, then stood up and took a look as if he was a little surprised. He also loved the child born to the woman he once loved the most.

However, now that he has grown up so much, he must have a lot of resentment towards him these years.

He only glanced at it briefly, then sat back on the noble dragon chair, and ordered Qi Xinzhu, who was standing beside him like a green bamboo, to wait on him.

"Bring someone up."

Qi Hsinchu bowed his head and said yes, walked in front of Zhao Mingjing, raised his hand to signal the surrounding palace attendants to surround the altar, and someone brought up clean shoes, socks and outer robe, he put on a piece of clothing, and went down It's changed.

Only then did Qi Xinzhu lead him slowly towards the high platform, on which sat the Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Period, who was also his father and the master of this dynasty.

Zhao Chong sat on it and carefully looked at this son who had been away for 18 years. He seemed to look more like Concubine Li, but he didn't look like himself, and his eyebrows seemed a little dull.

That's right, after all, he has been freed for so many years, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and said, "Get up quickly, I have suffered for you these years."

Zhao Mingjing stood up silently, someone had taught him the rules a long time ago, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he replied: "My son's life should be doomed, it has nothing to do with the father."

Zhao Chong seemed very satisfied with the answer, smiled twice and said: "It's best if you think so, now it seems that the evil spirits on your body have been eliminated, and you can come back to the palace quickly, father, queen and queen will definitely not treat you harshly."

Zhao Mingjing followed him back to the palace that day, and Empress Duanrou, Zhao Mingqian's mother, gave him a separate residence.

Qi Xinzhu was not worried when he heard that Empress Duanrou arranged the affairs. She is an ambitious but courageous person, and she will not embarrass him about these things.

What's more, the current Zhao Mingjing is insignificant in her eyes, and it is impossible for him to be qualified to compete with her son. In order to show his virtue, she rewarded him with many extra things to gain a good name.

Zhao Mingjing looked at all kinds of gold, silver and jewels piled up on the table, and the slaves assigned to him stood outside, but there was no moment of satisfaction in his heart.

He dismissed all the servants and summoned "Mo Yu", he made a few short voices, and soon the black-feathered bird that Qi Xinzhu had seen before flew over.

Zhao Mingjing originally wanted to say peace to him, but he paused for a moment, he always wanted to write something, but he didn't know how to put it down.

"Mo Yu" waited for a long time, watching his master hold the pen holder for a long time, the ink droplets all gathered and dripped down, smudged into a black ink blob.

It pecked at his hand with its own bird, and Zhao Mingjing finally realized that he had been thinking for too long, and finally he didn't write anything, and instead tied the strip of paper sealing wax to Mo Yu's feet.

Watching it fly out of the night sky, his mind was full of Qi Xinzhu's face. After he got the El Dorado and blended it into juice, they asked many people to try it, but they didn't have any response.

But as soon as he touched it, the thing would boil like hot water and stab the skin.

But no one could touch everything in the ceremony, so Qi Xinzhu and Zhao Mingjing went to Yaowang Valley to find a genius doctor in just a few days, and prepared a elixir for them to seal the five senses.

This kind of elixir can make people's body functions not feel any external stimuli in a short period of time, but the pain is doubled. Taking this elixir means that he has to endure this pain alive.

And after the effect of the medicine has passed, he will also have a severe rejection reaction, which may be worse than before.

Although Zhao Mingjing was brought back to the palace, the emperor obviously didn't take him seriously, he just had a quick look at him the next day and left in a hurry.

In his eyes, being able to bring him back and let him enjoy the glory and wealth of the rest of his life in the palace is already something others can only dream of for a lifetime.

As for the so-called licking love, ask yourself, his feelings for this son have long since been diluted by time.

Zhao Mingjing accepted the emperor's order and learned from the masters who imparted knowledge.

But for him, those things couldn't be easier. There was a young child who was slapped by his master again, but Zhao Mingjing simply memorized such a lengthy theory.

Tilting his head in distress and envy, he asked, "How did you memorize so many things?"

Zhao Mingjing saw that his face was wrinkled into a small steamed stuffed bun, this child was probably the ninth son of the emperor, born of a nobleman, his family was not very prominent, but he lived a peaceful life.

He still remembers that Qi Hsinchu taught him these things in the temple at that time. He read it by himself first, and asked him if he didn't understand. Qi Hsinchu's insights always hit the nail on the head.

Zhao Mingyun saw him twitching the corners of his mouth, and a warm color appeared on his indifferent face, and said, "Maybe it was taught by the master."

The master happened to hear their conversation, thought he was boasting himself, pinched his beard and hit Zhao Mingyun again, blew his beard and stared at him and said: "Look at the enlightenment of the Seventh Prince, I will teach you the same, why do people Can you memorize it? You can’t memorize it?”

Zhao Mingyun, who suddenly suffered a sudden disaster, was even more wronged. He felt that Zhao Mingjing must have seen his master coming and said so on purpose.

He said in a low voice: "Sycophant" turned his head and ignored him.

Zhao Mingjing was a little helpless, but he didn't say anything. To him, it didn't matter what he thought.

In the afternoon, there are usually riding and archery classes. Zhao Mingjing may not be able to compare with everyone in literature, but in terms of martial arts alone, he dares to say that no one can match him.

When he was in the temple, he knew that only force is the most important thing, so he tried his best to learn all the things that can defend himself and strengthen himself. It may become your own life-saving straw.

But he thought about it, maybe he just had to deal with it, otherwise it would be difficult to explain how he learned his kung fu.

But when he walked to the arena and saw Qi Xinzhu standing in the center, his eyes suddenly lit up.

There were still some people standing around, wearing official uniforms, standing and chatting together, but he seemed to only see the man in black cavalry suit.

His eyes just happened to catch him, and there was a smile in his calm eyes, which was an emotion that only the two of them could understand.

Zhao Mingjing tried hard to restrain his expression, to move his eyes away from his face, but a person who has always been sober and restrained couldn't do it at all at this time, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his usual appearance was completely different people.

Qi Xinzhu still had the Pisces jade pendant hanging on his belt, and it swayed slightly with his steps. He looked at him greedily, and was very grateful that he had given him this jade pendant. Now that Qi Xinzhu was wearing it, it was like wearing a own brand.

Qi Xinzhu stood in front of them and gave an official introduction. Recently, he was assigned to teach the archery skills of the young masters.

Standing here are some noble princes and grandchildren, but now, regardless of their status, Qi Xinzhu is their teacher.

He was wearing a black riding suit with bright black sleeve seals on the cuffs. The black and gold belt made his waist thinner. His arms were straight, and his slender and powerful hands pulled the bowstring. The breeze blew his long hair Standing up a bit, it looks sharp and sassy.

Zhao Mingjing suddenly didn't want so many people to see him, a thought suddenly sprouted in his heart, he hoped that Ah Xing only had himself in his eyes, no matter what he looked like, he was only seen by himself.

The outgoing arrow pierced the breeze, and finally stabbed firmly into the red bull's-eye a hundred meters away.

As the voice of the police officer sounded in the distance, everyone applauded one after another. They did not expect that Mr. Guo Shi, who had suffered from illness in the past, would have such good arrow skills.

Qi Xinzhu raised his eyebrows slightly, said a few words politely, "Now, gentlemen, please find your own position and start practicing. I will guide you according to your situation."

Qi Hsinchu wore a high ponytail and two braided braids on his forehead, like a heroic young general.

Zhao Mingjing watched him walking on the field, he was completely in his eyes out of the corner of his eye, and the arrows he shot didn't know where they went.

There were also people looking at him nearby. They also wanted to know if the Seventh Prince, who had returned to the palace after 18 years, had any skills at all. Sure enough, the facts were as they imagined, and he was finally raised and disabled.

Qi Hsinchu gave the prince's son who was sneering next to him a shut-up look, then put on an official faint smile and walked behind Zhao Mingjing.

Slowly holding his hand from behind, with a voice fluttering like a feather, he said, "Look, your posture is wrong, you can relax your hips a little more, and look straight ahead with your eyes."

He supported Zhao Mingjing's arm with his hand, without using any force, an arrow pierced through the air, and sure enough, it stably shot into the red heart.

Qi Xinzhu let go of his hand, looked at his face, but smiled ambiguously where no one was looking, and said: "Look - this is not very good."

Then in a place where no one was around, Zhao Mingjing's face turned red.

As soon as the lesson was over, he hurried back to his residence, plunged into the clear lotus pond, and the koi in it fled around in shock. For some reason, a creature suddenly occupied their place.

It took Zhao Mingjing inside for nearly a minute before he poked his head out of the water, stroked the wet hair on his forehead with one hand, and his eyes were red.

His brows were tightly furrowed, he couldn't accept that just now he was full of dirty thoughts, and that object was Qi Xinzhu.

He is such a good person who has been helping him selflessly and fearlessly. If he knows, he will definitely be angry, and he will definitely leave him.

As long as Zhao Mingjing thinks of this matter, his heart hurts like a needle prick, and he will never let such a thing happen.

But when he woke up from the dream again, he was in great pain. This time, he actually dreamed of that extremely charming water demon again, but this time, he could see his face clearly.

That was Ah Xing's face.

In the dream, those hands wrapped around his neck, and then moved down lightly, revealing a charming gesture he had never seen before.