Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Then that night, their Prince Ding was locked outside the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion. No matter how he explained, the guards at the gate would not let him in.

He asked the reason, and they only said that they didn't know, and they were only carrying out the orders of the National Teacher.

Seeing more and more people sneaking glances at him on the road, he had no choice but to leave first, and then made a full circle around the National Teacher's Mansion, only to find that the number of patrolling guards had doubled today.

It was too easy to be discovered by climbing over the wall in broad daylight, so he went around and finally had to go back first.

The steward of Prince Ding's Mansion is called Cheng Gui, he is honest and good at doing things, so Zhao Mingjing picked him to be the steward, and when he saw Zhao Mingjing coming back, he rushed to greet him.

"My lord, do you want to wash up immediately? Or go change your clothes first?"

He was still wearing the official uniform worn by the face saint, Zhao Mingjing didn't care about it at all, but looking at the boxes of jewelry and utensils in the yard, it seemed that he was sorting out the first book.

Zhao Mingjing said: "Choose what you need from here and use it, and store the rest in the warehouse."

Cheng Gui nodded, and asked again: "Where should the girls sent by the empress in the palace be distributed?"

Zhao Mingjing was about to take a step towards the back, when he suddenly turned around with a frown.

"What did you say?" When did the queen send someone over for him.

Cheng Gui seemed a little surprised, and said, "We just arrived this afternoon. There are eleven people in a neat line. It seems that they are all good-looking."

The image of him giving Qi Xinzhu a waist card in the morning flashed in his mind, and he suddenly asked, "Did the Master of the National Teacher come today?"

Cheng Gui: "Here we come. Master Guoshi also saw it at that time, and asked if many people have come into Dingwangfu recently."

Zhao Mingjing suddenly understood what was going on, and cursed secretly, he said why he kissed him this morning and refused to let him in at night, it turned out that it was because of this incident.

Cheng Gui saw the unpredictable expression on his prince's face and then seemed to clear the clouds, and then strode in.

Qi Hsinchu went to bed very early today. As soon as it got dark, he changed his clothes and lay down on the bed. He was holding a booklet recording anecdotes. It turns out that the imagination of the ancients was also so novel.

Qi Xinzhu was watching a key plot of the story when suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the sound of the window sills rang.

Qi Xinzhu didn't take his eyes off the booklet, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said, "I said last time, don't open the window."

Zhao Mingjing stood in front of his bed holding a candle, tall but with an aggrieved expression, and said, "But your guards won't let me in."

Qi Hsinchu's hair was disheveled, and he looked very childish. It was easy for people to think that he had no intentions. He put down the book in his hand, smiled, and said, "Do you know why I didn't let you in?"

Zhao Mingjing hurriedly raised his right hand to swear, "I really don't know that those people sent people to my house, and I must have never touched them. Don't you know where my thoughts are these days?" His voice became louder and louder. smaller.

Qi Xinzhu turned sideways and asked with great interest: "Oh, it's my place."

Zhao Mingjing looked at him now, and suddenly some bad images flashed in his mind. He held a candle in one hand and couldn't help walking in slowly. Qi Xinzhu was obviously lying on the bed, doing nothing, but he just felt that, He is seducing him.

He walked slowly to the head of the bed, knelt down on one knee, and barely looked at him.

Qi Xinzhu put his hand on his face, with a slight tone of voice, and smiled: "Then do I want to reward you for being so obedient?"

Zhao Mingjing hummed and looked at him with bright eyes.

Qi Xinzhu suddenly felt that he really looked like a puppy he raised, wagging his tail happily towards him.

Soon, the candle in his hand was extinguished, and the gauze curtain was pulled down by an outstretched hand. The figures of the two were intertwined, and the words of the tall man above could still be faintly heard—extremely wronged.

"They all laughed at me for being a baby—"

The next day, both of them slept until the sun was rising.

When Qi Xinzhu woke up, Zhao Mingjing was already looking at him, and he was startled, so he pushed him and wanted to get up.

Zhao Mingjing quickly jumped down to move him, and was even ready to carry him to wash up, but things seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

Qi Hsinchu's movements were not fast, but he wasn't slow in any way. It looked... really the same as usual.

Qi Xinzhu looked at his strange eyes, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Mingjing touched his nose subtly, and finally said under Qi Xinzhu's persuasive gaze: "I thought...you wouldn't be able to get out of bed today."

On the contrary, Qi Hsinchu put on his shoes very quickly, and began to change his clothes without hesitation. Zhao Mingjing sat on the bed and saw him lift up the black hair on his back. reverie.

He looked at it and felt a little angry again, but Qi Xinzhu had already buttoned his clothes, and while tidying up, he turned his head jokingly and asked him: "Where did you see that you won't be able to get out of bed the next day?"

His face was a little red, he hesitated and said: "Didn't they all say that, everyone in the barracks, and in the drawing book."

Qi Hsinchu suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, he was so cute.

Then he walked in suddenly, bent down and kissed him on the forehead again, and said faintly: "Okay, now you can go out and tell people that you are not a chick."

After he left, Zhao Mingjing was still staring blankly at the place where he left outside the door, with a blank smile on his face.

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Since that day, Zhao Mingjing was afraid that he would be angry and shut him out again, so he secretly opened a hole in the courtyard wall of their mansion.

Qi Hsinchu was brought by him to visit the newly dug hole, which was no different from an ordinary dog ​​hole, but a bit bigger.

He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Mingjing's smug face, feeling a little helpless: "You Tang Tang, a prince, what does it look like to drill dog holes every day?"

Zhao Mingjing didn't take it seriously and said, "As long as you don't get locked out, you can go any way."

Now that Zhao Mingjing had already left the palace to open his residence, Qi Xinzhu really didn't want to get up in the middle of the night every day to go to court.

For him, getting up at that time was no different from killing him.

At first Zhao Mingjing tried to wake him up, but after he got up and dressed, he kept squatting beside the bed and calling him patiently.

Qi Hsinchu hates this the most. Most of the time, he just slaps him, and then his arm is cut off in mid-air.

Then he would start throwing a tantrum: "I really don't want to go."

Zhao Mingjing coaxed him: "Please bear with me one more time, otherwise I won't have an explanation."

Qi Xinzhu closed his eyes, but he was unwilling to open them, frowning and talking nonsense: "You just tell him that my old illness has relapsed, and I have already vomited blood and have been bedridden. I really can't go." He turned over and continued to sleep , I was tossed about by this guy for a long time yesterday, and I still have to get up early?

Zhao Mingjing saw that he had shrunk to the edge of the bed, his collar was loose, he sighed, covered him with the quilt, kissed him on the forehead, and said: "Then sleep well, I'll go first."

After the emperor heard about him, he didn't have any special reaction, and cared politely, besides, it didn't have any real effect on his official position.

In his eyes, Qi Xinzhu should have died a long time ago.

Zhao Mingjing stood at the front of the line, but he saw the prince and King Qin this morning. It seems that there is indeed something important to discuss today.

The emperor's voice was hoarse, and he said, "It's summer now, and the Jian'an flood has occurred again. According to yesterday's informant, the flood has already destroyed the newly repaired embankment, and now the residents who have just settled down have to move again."

As soon as his words fell, everyone was in an uproar. This was not the first time that the Jian'an flood had occurred. Every year to deal with this problem, the imperial court didn't know how much money it would cost, but every time it couldn't really solve the problem.

The emperor said to a group of ministers standing below, "Today I just want to see what kind of solutions all Aiqings have to solve this matter."

Someone stood up and said: "I think the levee is the foundation. Now that the flood is flooding, the most important thing is to rebuild the levee."

Another person came out to argue, looking very old, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes and said: "The levee cost almost half a year's tax revenue. Besides, since the levee was built, it has been repaired no less than ten times, each time costing a huge amount of money. Money, the most important thing now is to move the local people out."

Several waves of people argued endlessly and refused to give in.

The emperor's eyes suddenly turned to Zhao Mingjing who was standing there, and asked: "Prince Ding, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhao Mingjing seemed startled suddenly, then cupped his hands and said: "Returning to the emperor, my son only knows some things about leading soldiers and fighting, and really doesn't have much insight into the political affairs of the country."

The emperor said with a delicate expression: "A few days ago, the master who taught the prince said that your understanding is not bad. It seems that he was bold enough to deceive me."

Zhao Mingjing raised his eyebrows, knelt down suddenly, and said, "Maybe the master means that my minister has a good memory, but my seniority is really too young, and those things are just on paper." I know that my father is not stupid, it's just that he is getting older and more suspicious.

Seeing him kneeling on the ground, Zhao Chong smiled suddenly, and said, "Get up, I just want to ask a question."

Zhao Mingjing didn't say anything, he stood up silently, the King Qin and the crown prince standing beside him looked arrogant, it seemed that even if he came back after winning the battle, his father didn't trust him very much.

That's not true. After all, even if the two are related by blood, there is still an insurmountable 18 years between them. Who can guarantee that there is no grudge?

When Zhao Mingjing returned home, Qi Hsinchu had just woken up and was about to have lunch. Today, he had his favorite Lily Pigeon Soup to clear away the heat.

Zhao Mingjing changed his clothes and sat down, and told him what happened today.

Qi Hsinchu chewed a piece of green vegetables slowly and thought for a while.

Said: "So he chose the prince to control the flood in Jian'an? In the end, he handed over the military power of Shenji Battalion to you?"

The Shenji Battalion can be said to be the last line of defense to defend the palace. It is usually stationed in the barracks outside the palace gate. Although there are only three to 2000 people, all of them are elite soldiers and strong generals. This force must not be underestimated.

Zhao Mingjing nodded, "Maybe he wants to use me to weaken the power of the Crown Prince and the King of Qin."

Of course Qi Xinzhu also understands, but he always feels that things are not that simple, "Even if he wants to give you a little more chips, he can give you something else, why should he give the military power of Shenjiying, he would be willing to give up such an important thing In someone else's hands?"

Zhao Mingjing shook his head when he heard his words, he couldn't figure it out, when he was awarded the title, he just thought this thing was a hot potato.

It is impossible for him to use his power, let alone put him in dire straits.

Later, when they walked out of the gate of the main hall, the face of Prince Qin Wang's side turned green, and they probably couldn't figure out how this man got out halfway.

Qi Xinzhu said: "However, you should not get involved in the Jian'an flood. You have just returned from the war. If you take this up again, it will undoubtedly be too ostentatious."

Zhao Mingjing nodded, he also understands this truth, until the critical moment, it is best to hide your strength and bide your time, not to mention, he still has Qi Xinzhu by his side now.

While eating, Zhao Mingjing said, "The sun is just right today, do you want to go for a run?" It happened that he had nothing else to do today.

Qi Xinzhu's eyes suddenly lit up, "Okay." It's really boring to stay in this place all day.

Zhao Mingjing knew that he would definitely agree, and asked someone to bring him a white horse, and said: "This is a more docile horse, try it."

Qi Hsinchu turned on his horse in a strong suit, his hair flew up, and he seemed to be in high spirits.

Zhao Mingjing was also planning that if he didn't know how to do it himself, he could take the opportunity to teach him how to ride a horse, but he didn't expect to see how proficient he was on the horse.

Frustrated, he pulled his swallow, and it let out a long cry as soon as it approached its master.

Zhao Mingjing patted him to comfort him, then turned over, increased his speed, and followed the white figure in front.

The two ran heartily one after the other in the suburbs for several laps. Knowing that Qi Xinzhu's body could no longer bear it, they slowed down and walked slowly while sitting on the saddle.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Mingjing was very worried. He actually forgot that Qi Xinzhu's health was not good, and now he brought him to do such a strenuous exercise.

He forcefully helped Qi Xinzhu into a gazebo, dressed him and put on a bamboo hat.

"You sit here for a while now. The kettle is placed where you just came here. I'll go get it now."

Qi Xinzhu originally thought that he could go together, but Zhao Mingjing didn't listen to him at all, and ran away without giving him a chance to speak.

Qi Hsinchu sat obediently and waited for him, and also waited for the pounding heartbeat in his chest to gradually calm down. His body was indeed too poor, and he could hardly bear any strenuous exercise. For him, it was simply torture.

He didn't expect that one day, he would be so out of breath just because he rode the horse twice.

He only hopes that his body will be super invincible in the next world.

He only waited for a cup of tea when he felt that someone suddenly walked in beside him. He thought it was Zhao Mingjing who came back, and was wondering why he came back so quickly, but found that it was not him.

It's a young man with a somewhat feminine appearance, but he seems to be lacking in energy, that is, he is strong on the outside and capable on the inside, and seems to be weaker than him.

Qi Xinzhu thought that he was also here to sit for a while, but he didn't expect that person to walk towards him.

He looked carefully through the veil, and finally recognized that this is Li Zecheng, the son of the Minister of Rites. Qi Xinzhu had heard of this man. As an old man, the whole family loves him very much, and he is getting more and more used to being lawless.

Qi Xinzhu frowned in disgust, and wanted to avoid him, but he didn't expect Li Zecheng to stop him.

Looking at him lewdly, he said, "Young master, it's really a fate to meet you here."

In all fairness, Qi Xinzhu was stunned for a second after he said this.

This person actually fell in love with him, and now he is showing favor to him?I'm afraid he really doesn't know who he is, and he thinks a little nastyly, what kind of expression will he have now that he takes off his bamboo hat?Wither directly?

But Qi Hsinchu didn't want to waste time with him, and nimbly avoided his outstretched hand, and slid behind his back like a shadow.

But he never thought that Li Zecheng was even more excited. He thought Qi Xinzhu was playing some game with him, rubbed his hands, turned his back with a smile and said, "Do you want my brother to catch you?" He laughed so disgustingly, " That brother is here."

Besides being disgusted, Qi Xinzhu also felt that he was a little too courageous. He dared to do this kind of thing on the road, and it seemed that he was indeed a habitual offender.

His physique is not good, but he has just rested for a while, and it is quite simple to deal with this kind of embroidered pillow. He stands there broadly, and as long as he gets closer, he will knock him out with a knife.

But when he approached, before he could make any movements, someone had already pushed him away abruptly. His strength was so great that he staggered a few steps, and finally supported the pillars of the gazebo. Can stand firm.

Li Zecheng was extremely angry. Just as he was about to point and scold the visitor, he discovered that the visitor was His Royal Highness Ding Wang, who was newly named by the emperor.

Even though he didn't have the power of his mother's clan, he knew that he had just returned from a victorious battle, and he was also a prince, not a commoner like usual, who could be bullied by himself.

But how could he bear this kind of anger, and said in a very dissatisfied tone: "I don't know why His Royal Highness King Ding suddenly attacked and hurt people?"

Zhao Mingjing saw a person standing in front of Qi Xinzhu from a distance, intending to do something to him. He should have run away now that he didn't throw him into the river on the spot, but he was so bold as to question him?

Zhao Mingjing said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "I don't know that I just asked Zongxing Guoshi to come out for a ride, and Mr. Li's son wants to do something to our Zongxing Guoshi, besides..." He put on a mockery Said in a calm tone, "I just pushed it lightly just now, Mr. Li himself is too weak, how can I say that I hurt someone?"

Qi Hsinchu almost burst out laughing, this person rarely speaks so badly.

Zhao Mingjing didn't expect that when he wasn't around him for a stick of incense, there would be flies staring at him again.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Qi Xinzhu walked towards him very obediently, and slowly moved behind him without saying a word, which made him quite happy.

Li Zecheng was also stunned. The person he met outside the city by chance was actually the previous national teacher Zongxing, and he still traveled with King Ding.

Neither of these two people was someone he could provoke, but they were so angry that their necks were red with anger.

He swallowed, bowed his head and apologized unwillingly, and said: "This time I was wrong, I hereby apologize to Master Guoshi."

Qi Xinzhu sat on the stone bench, slowly drinking the water that Zhao Mingjing had just brought back, and ignored it.

Li Zecheng got annoyed and became even more annoyed, Zhao Mingjing blocked him back.

Said: "If Mr. Li still has such an attitude, then you don't have to worry about it. If you don't teach, it's your father's fault. Next time you meet Mr. Li in the court, I will talk to him about this matter."

As soon as this was mentioned, he immediately panicked. The only person he could control in their house was his father. When he heard that Zhao Mingjing was going to tell his father about this matter, his expression instantly turned pale.

He kept apologizing and making amends, and even cried bitterly in the end.

After taking him away, Qi Xinzhu spoke slowly, with an embarrassed look on his face, and said, "This is indeed beyond my expectation." He has always relied on his beauty, but if he attracts such a person, then there is no need for it.

Zhao Mingjing was also a little angry, he didn't like someone showing a little bit of wanting to get close to Qi Xinzhu, this person could only be his.

Qi Hsinchu looked at him, stretched out his hand, and gave him comfort like a cat scratching, and said, "Don't be angry."

He thought for a while, and then said, "Is that man really the son of Li Han, Minister of Rites?"

Zhao Mingjing's complexion melted a little, he nodded, and said: "It is true that he is used to being lawless, and he needs to suffer a little bit."

Qi Xinzhu knew that he couldn't let Li Zecheng go so easily, but he would not intercede for such a person.

Holding the cup, he complained slowly, "This person is too stupid."