flapping wings

Qi Ping reached out to remove the towel from his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a handsome face was reflected in front of his eyes.

He slammed back, leaned against the wall and pointed at Zhao Yi in front of him with trembling fingers, cursing angrily, "Little bastard, where's your brother?"

Zhao Yi glanced at the door, then looked at Qi Ping again, "Who are you? Why do you know he is my brother?"

"I'm too lazy to explain to you," Qi Ping picked up the clothes on the bed, and suddenly there was a clatter, and the pornographic book fell on the pillow.

Zhao Yi quickly picked it up, flipped through a page, and threw it out amidst Qi Ping's ridicule.

Qi Ping caught the book like a baby, and couldn't help laughing: "I said, you little brat, why are you so reckless?"

"Shameless," Zhao Yi glanced at him, and took a few steps away, intending to draw a line with this scumbag, he returned to the topic and asked, "Why do you know he is my brother?"

"He said," Qi Ping put on his clothes, went to the dressing table to take a picture, it was a bit horrible, "It's so ugly."

"Why are you so ugly?" Zhao Yi obviously has a childlike heart, and is easily distracted by words, "I didn't have the nerve to ask just now."

Qi Ping turned his head to look at him for a while, thinking about it like a storm, he turned back to look at the face in the mirror, and said casually: "No matter how ugly you are, you are still your brother's husband."

"What!" Zhao Yi covered his mouth and looked at Qi Ping in disbelief, his eyes glanced at his chest, his eyes widened, "But you are a man."

Qi Ping raised his eyebrows, and there was a gleam of light in his bruised and swollen eye sockets, "Otherwise, why do you say it's his husband? Your brother is my wife."

Zhao Yi took two steps back, stumbled, and fell to the ground with a thump, his eyes staring around following Qi Ping.

Suddenly the door was knocked twice, Mu Xiaoque took off the cloak on his shoulders and came in from the outside, seeing the scene inside the room, he raised an eyebrow at Qi Ping suspiciously.

Qi Ping lowered his head and smiled at Zhao Yi, ran up to Mu Xiaoque, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, said with a smile, "I told him."

"Nonsense!" Mu Xiaoque patted Qi Ping's waist, walked up to Zhao Yi and squatted down to look at him, "Yi'er, brother wants to go."

Zhao Yi looked at Mu Xiaoque with a confused face, and asked, "But didn't you say before that you would always be by my side to help me?"

Qi Ping walked over and patted Zhao Yi on the shoulder, "Zhao Yi, he is not just your brother, he is also Mu Xiaoque, he is not a weapon in your hands, he should have his own life."

Zhao Yi ignored Qi Ping, he frowned and looked at Mu Xiaoque, "Then you are leaving now? Father will not let you go!"

"Wait until you ascend the throne," Mu Xiaoque pulled Zhao Yi up from the ground, and patted the ashes on his body, "I won't leave you alone until then."

Zhao Yi asked: "Then what are your plans? Marriage to this ugly monster?"

Qi Ping stared at Zhao Yi secretly. If his eyes could kill, he would have already executed the little bastard. "Your brother will leave with me when you get married. Do you think you will stay here?"

Zhao Yi stared at Qi Ping coldly for a moment, and the coercion of being in a high position was completely exposed.

Qi Ping glanced at him speechlessly, turned around, walked to the table, sat down and took a sip of tea indifferently, "Zhao Yi, even I dare to chase your brother, who will see your threat? To tell you the truth, five Years, five years later, I will come and take him away."

"Commander Mu, you are so courageous," Zhao Yi glared at Mu Xiaoque, "How dare you talk about the age of heaven!"

"Heh!" Qi Ping sneered, pulled Mu Xiaoque to hide behind him, looked at Zhao Yi and said with a smile: "You want to slap your mouth again? What else do you want besides these?"

Zhao Yi said darkly, "You better know who you're talking to."

"Of course I know that you are a group of existences who can make me corner with just a flick of a finger." Qi Ping straightened his waist and looked at Zhao Yi, "But sometimes, don't underestimate the existence of inferior people like me."

"Okay," Mu Xiaoque saw that Qi Ping's battle was getting hotter and hotter, and quickly dragged him behind him, "Yi'er, you should still remember what your father said to you at the banquet, right?"

Zhao Yi was shocked, "Did you hear that?"

"Your father is right." Mu Xiaoque looked directly at Zhao Yi, discussing such a sensitive topic with him for the first time, "I can be your greatest helper or your strongest enemy. Have you thought about it too?"

"No, no," Zhao Yi rolled his eyes, took a half step back guiltily, and said with his head down, "I never thought you would betray me."

"Yi'er, don't lie to yourself," Mu Xiaoque sighed, "I have thought about how I will die. The best way to die is to die outside while performing a mission, and the worst is to die by your knife."

Zhao Yi raised his head abruptly, and said hysterically, "I won't!"

Mu Xiaoque put her hands behind her back and stopped Qi Ping who was about to intervene, "As an emperor, you should know that this is unwise. Although I am very relieved, I cannot let you think so."

Zhao Yi was so angry that he was shaking all over, he ran to the bed and sat down, "Why do you have to go, you want to marry him, but I won't stop you!"

"When you become the emperor, many of your current thoughts may all change," Mu Xiaoque shook her head, "It's actually the best choice for me to leave."

For a while, the room was silent, except for Zhao Yi's slightly rough breathing.

Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque with a face full of shame, the expression on his face was as sincere as he wanted.

Mu Xiaoque patted the top of his head helplessly, and said via voice transmission: "Sooner or later we will have to talk."

Before Qi Ping could let out a smile, Mu Xiaoque slapped him on the top of the head, "But you are indeed doing something wrong."

Qi Ping put a sticker on his arm, with a smile on his face, now it's finally confirmed in five years, as long as the clues between the third prince and the family of no surname are found, this matter will be completely over, and after five years, they can live together. own birthday.

Mu Xiaoque patted his head, but he was not as optimistic as Qi Ping in his heart. In any case, the conversation at that banquet was a thorn in his heart. Five years, will his wish come true?

.....................

After dinner, Mu Xiaoque led Qi Ping all the way to the gate of the mansion. The servant at the gate glanced at Qi Ping from the corner of his eye before asking cautiously: "Is the master coming back tonight? It's windy and cold. Do you want a carriage?"

"No need," Qi Ping interjected, "Commander Mu wants to take me to play something new. As for when to come back, it depends on the situation."

After leaving the gate of the mansion, Qi Ping turned his head and looked at the servant, and then followed Mu Xiaoque to the main street.

"Que'er," Qi Ping whispered, "Every time you go out, does that servant always stare at your back?"

"I don't know," Mu Xiaoque shook her head, "There are too many eyes staring at me from behind in this mansion."

When they reached a certain intersection, the two looked around calmly, and walked towards a carriage parked by the west alley.

Xiang Qing'er sat alone in the carriage and nodded towards them, "Qian Mian is still watching."

Qi Ping picked up the two sets of night clothes stacked on the seat, handed one to Mu Xiaoque, and asked as he put it on: "How is it?"

"There is no movement," Xiang Qing'er helped Qi Ping wrap her belt, her brows were frowned solemnly, and she said to Mu Xiaoque: "You suddenly go to court today, the third prince must be a little restless, I guess they will be very nervous tonight." Might show up."

Mu Xiaoque nodded in agreement and said, "There must be gains."

"Then what are you going to do?" Xiang Qing'er worried: "Go to explore the road first? I think it's a bit dangerous. The one-armed old man has never appeared before. I don't think the strength of the family with no surname is not even that old bastard Shi Qing. See clearly."

"We'll play by ear," Mu Xiaoque opened the curtain and got out of the car first. Holding Qi Ping's hand, he pulled him out, and nodded to Xiang Qing'er, "Be careful."

The moment the curtain fell, the big candles in the carriage trembled, and Xiang Qing'er's heart skipped a beat. She opened the curtain and asked, "What if something happens?"

Mu Xiaoque and Qi Ping looked back at the same time, they looked at each other for a moment through the night, and they said at the same time: "He Qianmian hides."

It wasn't until the alley was quiet again that Xiang Qing'er finally let go of her hand holding the curtain, and she sat in the carriage and couldn't help being lost in thought for a while.

On Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque's side, after replacing Qian Mian, the two lay on the roof of that shop, observing every move inside through the gap.

It was dark, and the north wind was blowing the dry branches, making a crackling sound on the tiles.

Qi Ping blinked, and the ice beads formed on the eyelashes slid down. He glanced at Mu Xiaoque and then looked away, focusing on the empty room below.

It snowed suddenly, Qi Ping shrank his neck, looked up, the pitch black night was like ink, but he was not afraid that the snow would expose their whereabouts.

In the early hours of the morning, Qi Ping's muscles all over his body tensed suddenly, and a crack appeared in the snow covering his body.

Then the faint sound of clattering suddenly sounded at this not completely silent moment.

Turning his head and exchanging looks with Mu Xiaoque, his lips moved silently, "Here we come."

Suddenly, voices came from below, and Qi Ping immediately turned his head to look, only to see two men had come out of the secret passage and were slapping the dirt on their bodies.

"It's really aggrieved to be in it for half a night! Do you need to be so cautious?"

"Be careful with the ten-thousand-year ship. Didn't the Third Prince's Mansion get assassinated a few days ago?"

After the other person finished speaking, he raised his head sharply and looked up. He raised his hand and wiped the tiny ice beads that fell on his forehead from nowhere.

"What?" The man next to him noticed his movement, his expression froze, he pulled out the knife hanging on his back with a choke, and looked towards the roof vigilantly.

"Go up and explore," he said, pointing his sword up at the roof, pointing his toes to the ground, and jumped up like a sword drawn from its scabbard.

quack!quack!quack!

The shrill crowing suddenly resounded through this square inch of land, and then the cry of a child came from the courtyard next door.

The man with the knife stood on the roof, looking at the crow on the sword that was still struggling to flap its wings, spit out spittle, and complained in his mouth: "Unlucky!"