Yi Xue Qing poured himself the tea and returned to the rocking chair.

"Is this lively young master satisfying?" she said.

Pei Yanzi said: "It's okay, it's just that you didn't go to jail." ”

Xue Qing raised his hand and said, "Don't kick me out of here, I don't want to go to jail." ”

Pei Yan's executioner turned into a circle in front of her eyes, and said, "Isn't this also a prison?" had to hide in the Guozijian and couldn't go out.

Xue Qing grinned and said, "This is my choice, if you are willing to paint the ground for prison, it is not considered to be in prison." "Drink the tea, pour it on the chair and shake it.

The young man's eyes narrowed, the creaking sound of the rocking chair, and the teacup in his hand swayed in the palm of his hand, but it would not fall.

How can there be fear and fear, this young man is only proud, Pei Yanzi smiled and did not speak again, and continued to read the book in his hand, it seemed that there were no more than one person in the room, let alone the continuous creaking and squeaking sound, the water on the small tandoor stove in the room was gurgling, and the tea in the teapot was overflowing.

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Qin Mei, who was lying asleep on the bed in the Queen Mother's bedroom, frowned.

"Look at what!" he said angrily.

"Qi Niang, you're awake. Suo Shengxuan's joyful voice came.

Qin Mei opened her eyes and saw Suo Shengxuan wearing eunuch clothes, and her brows furrowed again.

Suo Shengxuan hurriedly said: "They said that I am the Prince of Xiliang, and it is inconvenient to come to the Queen Mother's bedroom, so I will change into this kind of clothes, so that I will not be discovered." It seemed that he was afraid that he would be unhappy, "Qi Niang, I'm worried about you, if you don't get hurt, the injury must be very serious." ”

No matter how bad the person who can hurt Qin Mei, the injury is naturally very bad.

Qin Mei glanced at him and said, "I said that as long as you can achieve your goal, don't care about these little things, if you dress as a eunuch, you won't become a eunuch." ”

Suo Shengxuan smiled when he received the compliment, sat down on the edge of the bed, approached him and whispered, "It's not an assassin, it's Xue Qing, what's going on?"

Qin Mei said: "Of course it's him, it's nothing, I'm going to kill him, he's going to kill me, that's all." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and with two fingers side by side was a thin paper-cutting bamboo knife, on which the blood had dried but not erased.

If it is not clamped in time, this paper cutter will penetrate his body and take his life, of course, there is no if in this world, of course he Qin Mei will not be killed by the paper cutter.

Suo Shengxuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said happily: "Let's just say that it must be him, how can you be hurt by others." ”

Qin Mei looked at the bamboo knife in her hand and snorted, "Never give him a chance to get hurt next time." "It's just going to kill you.

Suo Shengxuan nodded: "Qi Niang, you are the most powerful, you are here to recuperate." ”

Qin Mei looked around, raised her voice and shouted to someone.

"What's wrong with Qi Niang?" It was not the palace maid who pushed the door in, but the Empress Dowager Qin, and she asked with concern, "Is it hurting again?" and turned her head to call the imperial doctor.

Qin Mei said: "No, you don't need to call the imperial doctor, aunt, I want to go home and raise it." ”

Empress Dowager Qin was stunned for a moment, and said cautiously: "Qi Niang, you are so seriously injured, and there is no one at home, let the little aunt take care of you." ”

Qin Mei smiled, lifted the quilt and reached out to pat her abdomen, and said, "What kind of serious injury is this?" ”

Suo Shengxuan also nodded: "Yes, there used to be heavier than this." ”

Before! heavier! Empress Dowager Qin's face suddenly turned pale.

Scared... Suo Shengxuan hurriedly added: "Don't worry, Niangniang, it was when I was a child, and when I grew up, I won't have it... No one can hurt him anymore. ”

When I was a child, there was even something heavier, Empress Dowager Qin's tears flowed instantly, thinking of the scar on Qin Mei's heart... How did he live as a child?

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"Little aunt, don't worry, it would be nice if you sent more people to take care of me, I still want to go home. ”

"This is also your home, and your father can't take care of you. ”

"I don't need him to take care of me, as long as he's there, it's home, and I haven't lived with my dad for a long time. ”

Hearing this, Empress Dowager Qin burst into tears again, stood up and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, you go home and live, your father can't take care of you, and my little aunt will give you enough people." ”

Qin Mei smiled: "My little aunt is so good to me. ”

Empress Dowager Qin raised her sleeves to hide her face: "The little aunt can be good to Qi Niang again, and she will be blind to death." Speaking of this, he stopped again, looking at the fairer young man in front of him because of the injury, his lips were slightly red, and it did not affect his beauty, "When you were a child, you didn't like others to call you Qi Niang.... You don't like it if I call you that, do you?"

The five-year-old boy already had a consciousness of his own, pouting and dissatisfied, and his family had to coax and persuade him to keep him from being exposed.

Qin Mei said: "No, it doesn't matter, it never doesn't matter what it's called." The corners of his mouth are crooked, if calling Qi Niang is a mockery, then it would be good to turn it into respect and fear.

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Countless laughter rang out all around, not in Xiliang dialect, but in stiff and transposed Chinese.

"Qi Niang, Qi Niang. ”

"Why are you called Qi Niang, why don't you put on a skirt?"

Qin Mei looked around, the desert wind and sand everywhere seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, the curtain was like a thin veil rolled away, there were countless people standing beside her, in front of them were children, they were wearing white robes, wearing gorgeous gems, making grimaces and jumping and screaming, behind were adults, they were burly, with a doting smile and contemptuous indifference on their faces, the doting smile was for their children, and the disdain and indifference were looking at him.

He looked down at his tiny body, and a beautiful dress smashed over to cover his feet.

"Put it on, put it on, you little slut. ”

"Put it on and give us a dance. ”

"I'll kill you if you don't wear it. ”

He lowered his head and bent down to pick up the dress, and instead of putting it on, he threw it out with all his might, and the fluttering dress smashed like a stone at the nearest child.

With a bang, the child covered his nose and cried, and the nosebleed came out, and it turned out that there was really a stone wrapped in his dress.

"The little has beaten people. ”

"How dare you hit someone. ”

"Hit him. ”

A group of children pounced on it, instantly submerging the small body, and the small body in the rain-like fist quickly fell, but even if it fell, it stubbornly waved its hands and feet, and it was a .....

His vision blurred as the heavens and the earth seemed to be turned upside down as he lay on the ground, and he could see through the cracks in the fists and kicks of the children.

An adult caressed the child whose nose was smashed with pity and affection, while the others watched indifferently at the children's beating, the sound of horses' hooves, and the galloping of horsemen in armor, asking what was going on in Xiliang dialect.

"The kids are fighting. The adults laughed.

For the Xiliang people, it is normal for children to fight, and even encouraged, the cavalry laughed and joked, and cheered on the side and rode away.

The children were tired of playing and left happily as the adults greeted them.

He lay on the ground and carefully counted the grains of sand, for a day, two days, three days .... Many days....

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There is a tent on the edge of the desert, lit at night, like the warm home of those children returning, the little legs and feet speed up, staggering and impatient, he also has a home and a light waiting for him, but that's all.

Meals were placed in front of the tent, and a figure squatted in front of the tent where the lights were out of sight.

There was no greeting to welcome the return, and there was no concern for an injury, the little figure squatted down, held the cold meal and ate slowly, and then slowly walked back to the tent....

"These can heal your wounds. A voice rang out behind him, and a handful of dry grass roots were thrown at him.

The little hand reached over to pick it up, but the dry grass roots slid away as if they were tied to a rope.

"If you want, dig it yourself. ”

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In the desert at night, there are small torches, according to the small figure is struggling to wave the stick, digging out trenches, turning out dry grass roots and vines, the little hand occasionally raises to wipe the blood on the mouth and nose, but does not wipe away the blood, but touches more.... The little hands were cut and bled at some point.

One is wrong, two are wrong, three are wrong..... A lot of trees....

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The days are like sand, and the more they pass.

"Qi Niang is here!"

With the shouting, the children who used to laugh and disdain were a little wary... Fights are no longer fought by fists, but by all kinds of tools, whips, knives and guns .... There is no fear, there is no hesitation, there is no tool, the stone is a tool, the fist is a tool....

The scuffle is getting longer and longer, and the time for the fallen sand grains to count is getting shorter and shorter....

The sand on the ground is being turned up less and less....

One hand stuck diagonally into the crack of the stone, one by one the hidden vines were pulled out, one foot kicked over a broken log, and the fierce poisonous snake raised its head and spat out letters....

The grass roots are chewed, the poisonous snake is crushed by a handful, and the venom that spews out is mixed in the grass roots.... The half-grown child ripped open his messy shirt and smeared it on the scars... Without the slightest stop, like an antelope, it jumped from one sand dune to the other....

The tent was still a tent, and the people squatting beside the tent were still like stones, and there was a bang, and there were many small stones next to the big stones.

The foot of the large stone is covered with dense handwriting and drawings.

The little stone pinched the small wooden stick and greedily watched the painting, the wind kept blowing, and the calligraphy and painting on the sand and soil were disappearing quickly.

There are more and more calligraphy and paintings, and they are disappearing faster and faster.....

The speed of writing with the little sticks is also getting faster and faster.....

The children are coming around less and less....

The hands and sights of those men who were greedily lingering on him became less and less......

Because more and more people are dying in the desert......

"Qi Niang is here!"

With the shouting, a young man came from a distance before a figure appeared, and the people around him scattered like frightened sheep and horses.... Behind them, the figure of the young man swept by like a goshawk, overlooking the shock, frightened, and teasing....

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Qin Mei raised her hand and stroked the corners of her eyebrows, her eyebrows and eyes were blank, people can't live like a person.... Only in this way can you do what you want, since you can do what you want, what you want to wear, what does it matter.

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The wind gradually rose, and the steps went away along the palace road, and the Empress Dowager Qin was still standing on the steps and looking at it from afar, full of reluctance.

"I don't know if it's okay, can I go out of the palace to see him. Empress Dowager Qin said.

Behind him, Qin Tan said fairly: "No." ”

Empress Dowager Qin turned her head to look at him and said, "Then brother, you go back to live more, Qi Niang really wants to be with you." Looking at his always calm face, he was very unhappy, "You don't always have such a straight face, you pay more attention to him." ”

Qin Tangong smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Empress Dowager Qin sighed again, looked at Bu Yuan who disappeared into the layers of palaces, and said, "Brother, don't you really ask about the assassin?" Qin Mei never said anything about the assassin, and everyone couldn't guess what he was hiding, "He must know who it is, can you just hurt him like this?"

Qin Tan said fairly: "He just doesn't want to forget it, so he doesn't say it, since he wants to come by himself, then he will come by himself." Smiling slightly, "All I have to do is let him do whatever he wants." ”

Empress Dowager Qin shook her head: "I don't understand you, brother, I hope Qi Niang can understand your care for him." ”

Qin Tangong smiled: "It doesn't matter if you understand it or not." ”

Empress Dowager Qin pouted and said, "I don't care about your father and son." He frowned and looked outside the palace, "Does that Xue Qing have anything to do with this incident?" Mr. Qingxia's disciple must be very annoying." ”

The Queen Mother didn't like Mr. Qingxia, and the conflict with Song Yuan was precisely because Mr. Qingxia personally wrote an essay to drive the Queen Mother, who was listening to the government, back to the harem.

Qin Tan said fairly: "Xue Qing?" smiled, "The business of adults is the business of adults, and the business of children is the business of children, and adults can't afford to worry about a child, unless the child wants to point fingers at adults, I hope this is a sensible child." ”

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(3,600 words, that's it for today, this paragraph is actually very unsmooth, because I want to enter a new plot, I know it's there, but I can't go through, I seem to have found my way today, I only care about whether this book looks good or not, so far I'm very satisfied, and the next thing must be good.) ）