In a restaurant in Kyoto, Lin Yang sat and drank triumphantly.

Looking out of the window, you can see the Yang family's family members carrying buckets back and forth, scrubbing the ink on the wall.

"Don't you like ink inkstone, let your Yang family become ink inkstone." Lin Yang was quite satisfied with his masterpiece.

Several of his henchmen looked at each other, Lin Yang was really not afraid of offending the Yang family by doing this?

"Master, although we are from the Song family, the Yang family is powerful in the court, and the Song family has just risen. It is inevitable to worry if you have a confidant.

"The garrison battalion is the emperor's personal soldier, if the Yang family is not afraid of provoking Long Yan's anger, they can come to me for trouble." Lin Yang said casually.

Dare to provoke the affairs of the guard camp?

His 100,000 heavy soldiers are waiting to become 50,000!

The emperor is waiting for him to stir up trouble, otherwise there is no excuse to cut his military power.

Is the Yang family so stupid?

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Autumn Ci feels that the days pass quickly, the weather changes quickly, and after an autumn rain, winter is officially coming.

The winter clothes that Bai Rixi took from the splendid spinning were finally ready to be put on, and the maids also changed into thick cotton clothes, and Mr. Jing's side, Qiu Ci also sent him several winter clothes, after all, he was an old man in Zhuxi, and it was quite pitiful to look at.

"Miss, Miss, it's not good, it's not good~~~" Ping'er hurriedly rushed in from the outside, the curtain was lifted, and a cold wind came in.

"What's the hurry?" Qinglan glared at her, this girl just hasn't grown a little, and she is frizzy all day long.

Ping'er was sent to the East Cross Courtyard by Qiu Ci, and looked at Mr. Jing from time to time, of course, Qiu Ci also passed every day, and they could see each other.

In Ping'er's opinion, there is no difference between the east and west hospitals.

was glared at by Qinglan, and Ping'er also calmed down some of her feelings. She swallowed her saliva and said, "Miss, Mr. Jing is dying. ”

Qiu Ci was eating hibiscus crisp, listening to her say this. I almost didn't choke to death.

"What did you say?" She patted her chest and took another sip of tea to recover.

Qinglan was also puzzled, "What do you mean to be dying?" Is it sick? ”

"It's just dying!" Ping'er said affirmatively, "He said that he was dying, let Miss hurry up and see him!" ”

The weather was suddenly cold. Could it be that Mr. Jing's body can't stand it?

Qiu Ci pondered for a moment, put on a fox fur in the wind, accompanied by a group of maids, and hurried to the East Cross Courtyard.

Mr. Jing lay motionless on the bed, and when he saw Qiu Ci coming, he opened his cloudy eyes and looked at her.

"Little words, I'm dying." He said.

He rarely talks to Qiu Ci so kindly, and he also calls her Xiaozi.

Qiu Ci's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed to look at him.

She has killed countless people. But it was the first time I saw an old man on the verge of death dying in front of her.

At this time, her compassion overflowed.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

He was alone, and she couldn't leave him alone.

"You have to take good care of yourself in the future." Mr. Jing said weakly, "I'm about to go, the most regrettable thing in this life is that I couldn't wait for your master ......."

Qiu Ci's heart shrank sharply.

Her master? She doesn't have any master!

In the final analysis, she still deceived Mr. Jing.

"Don't worry, old man, I've already asked someone to ask for a doctor." She hurriedly grabbed Mr. Jing's hand. Said sincerely.

Qiu Ci held his hand for the first time, and although Mr. Jing's hand was rough, his palm was warm and flexible.

Warm......

Qiu Ci's brain was like a flash of light, and he woke up in an instant.

He was so sick. How can the palms of your hands be so warm?

What an old urchin!

Qiu Ci remained silent, still holding his hand.

After careful observation, she found that although Mr. Jing's face was pale, there was nothing wrong with other than that.

"The doctor is useless, I'm sick. There is no cure. Mr. Jing said weakly, "Little words, I'm most worried about you, when will your master come back......

Speaking of which, she wanted to see her master.

Qiu Ci is powerless to support his forehead.

"You don't have to worry about me, my master said, when I reach out, he will come back." She drew a big pie and told Jing Dan to wait at least another three years.

Waiting for her? That is, to wait another three years?

Mr. Jing did not give up.

"Can't you find him?" "This is my last wish......," he said.

Qiu Ci sneered in his heart, pretend, continue to pretend!

"Master has traveled all over the world and has no fixed place, and I really can't find him." Qiu Ci looked at him with a look of pity, "You can go with confidence, when the master comes back in the future, I will definitely let him go to your grave to make incense......"

This damn girl!

If you say such a thing, you are not afraid of thunder and thunder!

Mr. Jing wanted to scold her, but he didn't know where to start, he held his breath, it was very uncomfortable, and his face was distorted badly.

Qiu Ji wanted to laugh when he saw him like this.

"Let's see if the doctor is here." She said outside, "Go and invite Miss Bai over, and prepare some shrouds......

Before she finished speaking, Mr. Jing had already withdrawn his hand fiercely.

This damn girl! Do you really wish he would die soon? Prepare a shroud?!

"I don't look at the doctor!" He said angrily, "It's useless to read it!" ”

When you look at the doctor, isn't he just a goof?

Qiu Ci comforted him good-naturedly, "Let the doctor show you, taking some medicine can always delay for a few days......"

Can this dead girl speak? What does it mean to take some medicine for how many days? Is he really going to die?

"I don't look at these quacks!" He turned his face away indignantly.

"If you don't watch, how can you wait until my master comes back?" Qiu Ci deliberately angered him, "My master's whereabouts are erratic, maybe he will come back early." ”

That's the right thing to say.

Mr. Jing's anger disappeared a little.

I heard Qiu Ci continue, "If you go as soon as my master returns, wouldn't it be worth the loss......?"

Dead girl, why are you cursing him all the time! Do you wish he was going to die right away?

Mr. Jing couldn't lie down any longer, and he sat up suddenly.

"Go, go, go! What did you say about a dead girl, what did you call it! He scolded angrily, "If you don't learn well at a young age, you are not afraid of losing your life if you speak so harshly!" ”

He scolded for a while before he remembered that he was faking his illness.

Seeing Qiu Ci staring at him with a smile, he realized that his plan might have failed, and his old face suddenly became as hot as fire.

I was actually recognized by this little girl!

"I'm still sick!" As he spoke, he lay down in annoyance, pulling the quilt over his face.

At this moment, Ping'er rushed in again.

"Miss, the doctor is here."

Qiu Zi nodded and gave up his place to the doctor.

Mr. Jing was angry and anxious, how could he see the doctor?

"I don't look at the doctor, let him go!" He shouted angrily. (To be continued.) )