flapping wings

After three days in peace, of course it cannot be said that nothing happened in peace, but Qi Ping watched a lively scene and finally saw the legendary mad king.

That was a day ago, he and Mu Xiaoque were sitting in the wind and rain building listening to music and drinking, chatting and chatting so uncomfortable, suddenly, several cries for help suddenly sounded.

Qi Ping stretched his neck and looked downstairs. He saw a middle-aged man in disheveled clothes, holding a woman's hair in his hand, and slapped him loudly.

"Crazy King, Fourth Prince," Mu Xiaoque explained from the side: "Sometimes I really can't tell whether it's really crazy or pretending to be crazy. It's always crazy for no reason, regardless of the occasion."

"This is the fourth prince who was cut off?" Qi Ping couldn't help twitching his mouth when he heard the slaps, "This is too cruel, do you want to save it?"

"Who dares to save?" Mu Xiaoque shook her head: "The emperor's relatives, no matter how useless or stupid they are, he is still a son of a dragon."

Qi Ping looked down at the railing, there was a circle of people below, but no one dared to rescue him, he reached into Mu Xiaoque's arms and took out a copper coin, and turned it around in his hand.

However, before they could be thrown out, a group of officials suddenly poured in from the door. Before they could enter, Mu Xiaoque patted Qi Ping on the back, "Don't worry, Zhao Li is here."

Sure enough, the next second, a majestic man in armor walked in, Qi Ping turned around and leaned on Mu Xiaoque's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "So Master Zhao is Zhao Li?"

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Xiang Qing'er dragged Qi Ping up from the bed early on, and led Qian Mian to apply makeup and powder on his face, playing with it for more than an hour before she clapped her hands in satisfaction.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Qi Ping couldn't help being a little amazed, and the eight big characters "beautiful but not vulgar, charming but not coquettish" came to mind.

And this time, it's not like Tu'er's changed wife who doesn't recognize her, but through makeup, what she sees is still her original appearance, "I'm too good-looking, oh my god, if Que'er sees it, I promise If you want to fuck me every day, I don’t need to beg him again.”

"I just said that it's impossible for Mu Xiaoque to be here," Xiang Qing'er had a relieved smile on her face, "You little thing, I guess it's not big."

Qi Ping rolled his eyes, put on the red coat embroidered with gold thread that Xiang Qing'er had prepared, and he couldn't help complaining: "Why does it seem like you're going to visit a church to get married?"

Xiang Qing'er glared at him, ran to the door and dragged in Mu Xiaoque who was waiting anxiously outside.

The moment Mu Xiaoque saw Qi Ping, he was completely stunned in place. He couldn't help raising his hand to hold the door frame, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a while, and finally said: "You are more beautiful than I imagined on the day we got married."

Qi Ping couldn't help but lowered his head and patted his head: "We're married, why am I wearing women's clothes?"

"No," Mu Xiaoque quickly explained, "We are all dressed in men's clothes, but you are dressed so beautifully today..." He gradually lowered his voice, and finally sighed, "It's too dangerous, you shouldn't make it look so good."

"Yeah," Xiang Qing'er crossed her arms and said helplessly, "If not, we can only pray that the third son's eyesight is bad, and he can fall in love with that ugly energy."

Qi Ping couldn't help grinning and laughing, Xiang Qing'er stared at her eyes, he quickly picked up the handkerchief to cover his mouth, lowered his head slightly, and glanced at Xiang Qing'er innocently.

Mu Xiaoque looked at him worriedly, especially when she saw his expression that was more contrived than a rabbit, she became even more worried, she frowned and shook her head.

Qi Ping strode like a cat, walked up to Mu Xiaoque, put his hands on his shoulders, and leaned against his side like a boneless body.

Lifting the hand holding the handkerchief, the index finger lightly touched the center of his frowning brows, and said softly in a pinched voice: "Master, isn't my house beautiful? Why are you so sad?"

"Stop making trouble," Mu Xiaoque ran his fingers through his hair, "You are the most beautiful."

"Don't be sad, my lord, okay?" Qi Ping's big eyes flashed, his whole body leaned towards Mu Xiaoque, and he stretched out his arm around his neck, rubbing against him, "Tell me an interesting thing, there is a big chicken in my house. Chicken, promise to kill the third son, that little bastard."

Mu Xiaoque held his face and kissed him, "Be careful."

Qi Ping stretched out his fist and punched his chest, "You too, see you in Fengyulou."

"Commander Mu, let's draw for you first." Qian Mian put a stool behind Mu Xiaoque, "I might feel a little uncomfortable, please take care of it."

Qi Ping pressed Mu Xiaoque on the stool, and kissed him on the forehead, "I'll go get my hair done."

Half an hour later, Qi Ping twisted his sore neck and looked towards Mu Xiaoque and the others. With staring eyes, he jumped over a wretched man with mischievous eyebrows, and looked around the room suspiciously, "Where's my Queer?"

"Well," the wretched man raised his hand and rubbed his nose, with a twisted expression on his face, it seemed that it was even more difficult to look directly at him, Qi Ping covered his eyes with his fingers, and said plaintively, "You don't have to make it so ugly."

"I didn't let you sleep with him either," Xiang Qing'er turned around with an ordinary matchmaker's face, "Hey, my beautiful face is for nothing."

Qi Ping looked at Qianmian, only to see that this person's face was covered with furrow-like deep wrinkles, his cheeks were dark, his hair was messy and rough, as if he hadn't had time to take care of him for a long time, he pointed at him and said, "This one is better than my Queer's." nice."

Mu Xiaoque glanced at him, turned around angrily, Qi Ping closed his eyes severely, walked over and leaned on his shoulder and whispered: "Brother, I will always love you the most."

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After lunch, a few people ran to a hidden box on the second floor that was easy to observe and looked down. They saw that the first floor was already full of people, and the noise could almost blow off the roof.

Xiang Qing'er pointed to the box on the second floor and whispered: "The people who can be on the second floor are basically rich and powerful dignitaries, and the third prince is in the box at the end of this corridor, of course the view is the best .”

Qi Ping silently remembered in his heart, looked nervously at the situation on the field, Xiang Qing'er seemed to have taken a fancy to what he was thinking, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, the third son only likes you who are gentle and pleasant, so today I will be with you None of the previous guarantees could catch his eyes."

Finally it was Qi Ping's turn, he raised his hand to straighten his bun, stood up and gave Mu Xiaoque a sip on the face before being supported by Xiang Qing'er out of the box.

He gently raised the corners of his lips at the people below, which immediately drew applause from the crowd. Qi Ping retreated a little nervously, and walked towards the stage with light and small steps under the praise of the old bustard.

Calculating the distance to the third prince's box in his heart, he looked away from the distance, and the moment the other party looked at him, Qi Ping pretended to be shy and looked away in a panic, lowering his head.

Xiang Qing'er patted behind him with her fingers, obviously very satisfied with him, she just felt that this little vixen knew how to seduce people without even being trained.

Qi Ping's drooping head never lifted up again, he just couldn't hear the booing and teasing from below, it seemed that he really only cared about the third prince's reaction with his eyes and heart.

He dodged and reached out from the box to touch his hand, counting silently, three, two, one. The moment he passed by the third prince's box, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and he glanced inside, as if silently winking.

At this moment, the third prince's hand suddenly stretched out from the box, grabbed Qi Ping's little arm and dragged him in, hugging him directly on his lap.

Qi Ping snorted, his little face turned red immediately, his eyelashes fluttered, like a butterfly about to dance, his face was slightly dodged, and a drop of fragrant sweat flowed down his forehead.

"You are a rabbit?" The third prince reached out to hold his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, "You are indeed more beautiful than those other things."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness." Qi Ping raised his eyes lightly, looked at the third prince for a moment, and then quickly lowered his eyes, "Your Highness is indeed like a dragon and a phoenix among human beings."

The third prince raised his chin, wiped his lips with his fingers, "Do you want to go with me tonight?"

"It's fate, don't dare to force it," Qi Ping said with deep sadness in his eyes, "It's the first time I can spend with someone like His Highness, and I won't regret it for the rest of my life."

"Good-looking, good-natured, very similar to someone I once knew, but it's a pity," Qi Ping suddenly felt like a drum, looked at him suspiciously with blinking eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that you are not a woman from a good family." The third prince pinched his face, "In the future, you are destined to be entertained by thousands of people."

"Yes," a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eyes, Qi Ping quickly picked up the handkerchief and wiped it lightly, "I don't blame my father and mother for being cruel, I only hate my own fate. .”

The third prince suddenly kissed him on the forehead, "He looks like a sweetheart."

"Your Highness," Xiang Qing'er blessed Fushen outside, "don't worry, I bought her later, it hurts as much as I want."

Then she walked in and helped Qi Ping up from San Huangzi's body, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, this child has a soft waist and can hurt others. How many people are waiting to come and love her after tonight, and they are in high demand!"

Qi Ping dodged Xiang Qing'er's slapping hand on his forehead, smiled a little awkwardly at the third prince, and whispered: "Sister, let's go, don't talk about it."

The two of them rushed to the third prince to bless their bodies, continued to walk towards the stage, and sat down behind a Guqin. Qi Ping put his hands on it, played a simple piece according to what he had been taught in the past few days, and obediently waited for everyone's attention. asking price.

Sweeping across the eager faces below, Qi Ping casually glanced at the box where Mu Xiaoque was, and stopped at the third prince's place for a moment, then looked away, lowered his head and stirred the handkerchief in his hand.

"200 taels!"

The uproar stopped abruptly, Qi Ping looked at the third prince, and couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, this bastard looked dignified and dignified, but his work was really substandard, this price was not as high as the asking price of the last girl, it was simply bullying others.

Everyone looked around hesitantly, although they didn't want to give up, but no one dared to touch the prince's brow.

The old bustard forced the smile on his face, and just about to drop the hammer, someone suddenly shouted: "250 taels!"

Qi Ping looked down curiously, and then he froze in place for an instant. He suppressed the shock in his heart, and observed quietly for a while, wailing in his heart, "Do evil, do evil!"

This person's appearance was picked off from Mu Xiaoque's mother's face!

Everyone in the building knew that another big man had come, and there was probably no one who dared to challenge the third prince except the prince who was under one man and above ten thousand.

The hand of the old bustard holding the hammer was trembling like a shofar, and she was sweating profusely. She no longer urged, and no longer presided over, she shrank herself and turned herself into a useless display.

The third prince's eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant. He fanned the wind with the fan, suppressed the anger in his heart, and restrained himself: "300 taels!"

"350 taels." Zhao Yi straightened his clothes, looked up at Qi Ping above, and said with a smile, "Little lady just played the wrong tune, come back home with me, how about I teach you?"

"Little bastard!" Qi Ping cursed in his heart, his cheeks were flushed, this time the hot sweat really flowed down his cheeks, he gave Zhao Yi a light look, "Sir, don't make fun of me."

"Little lady has a very temper." Zhao Yi was so happy that he almost lost his eyesight, Qi Ping gritted his teeth and looked at him, this little bastard didn't come to visit the brothel, he just came to make trouble.

Qi Ping immediately lowered the corners of his eyes, flung out his special moves, and looked at the third prince pitifully. He pursed his lips, and said softly to Zhao Yi: "I don't dare to be petty, sir, please don't make things difficult for me!" gone."

"Young lady is so pitiful." Zhao Yi stared at Qi Ping, unable to move his eyes away, and raised the price again on top of the price he had just called out, "400 taels."