The prince of Jin now seems to have ambitions, but he doesn't have the intention of killing his father, not only does he take care of the government in an orderly manner, but he must spend a little time on accompanying Emperor Jingyuan.

Xu is this Chengzhu is in his chest, he is very sure of which position is one step away, he does not show a little anxious, and treats Emperor Jingyuan with respect.

If there are major things, you must definitely ask for instructions, and the important things that have been dealt with will be reported one by one, and Emperor Jingyuan will be put in the first place in everything, and he will also try to help the holy driver recuperate.

This kind of early request, late report, filial piety and deferential high attitude, a little bit of rendering, is well known in the capital.

For Qi Xuanhui, these are just laughing off.

But as long as the prince of Jin has such an attitude, the cognition that 'his sixth brother is not a white-eyed wolf' can be regarded as making Qi Xuanhui's heart feel more at ease.

After all, even if he and Emperor Jing Yuan are no longer close, but this is also his father-in-law, blood is thicker than water, this time he was spinning outside the Ghost Gate, or his old man gave up the thousand-year-old elixir to pull people back.

Qi Xuanhui always has some feelings in his heart, if after Emperor Jingyuan dies, the prince of Jin succeeds to the throne, no matter in which aspect, Qi Xuanhui is another kind of salvation.

He has only recently been getting better, in addition to going to the Huisi Palace with the King of Ruijun every three days to serve the sick, the King of Jin has also lost a lot of important errands to him.

It can be said that he still has to run errands while lying on the bed, and he is really busy, although he uses his mouth and brain without his hands, and he has no time to distract him.

The only good thing is that Cui Changjian has completely stepped into the small circle of Jin Wangye's henchmen after this incident, and both of them run errands for the same person.

As Cui Changjian's top boss, Qi Xuanhui and him can often meet.

Qi Xuanhui has never concealed this person, he is interesting to Cui Wanqing, and he has to cover it up in front of others, lest people know and tarnish Cui Wanqing's reputation.

But this point does not apply to Cui Changjian at all, he deliberately let Cui Changjian understand it, and now, relying solely on Cui Wanqing, who sacrificed his life to save him, our immortal King of Liangjun is even more open-minded, and let Cui Changjian help him keep bringing things to Cui Wanqing.

These things, from all kinds of precious medicinal materials, to fashionable brocades, from jewelry hairpin rings to unique scriptures, from hard-to-find good tea, to exquisite four treasures of the study, are simply everything, only you can't think of it, there is nothing he can't send.

Qi Xuanhui never forgets jì every time, and carries a letter in the exquisite gift packaged, which is a letter with affection when there is time, and when there is no time, it will be a meaningful poem.

Sometimes it's even his handy graffiti, which is nothing more than a small portrait of Cui Wanqing, although it can't be compared with Cao Sangongzi's painting skills, but it's better than a true love, isn't it?

From the first time I gave a gift to now, it has been more than a month, and Qi Xuanhui has asked Cui Changjian to send it six or seven times, but Cui Wanqing has not replied to him once.

But fortunately, the things he gave out were not returned by Cui Wanqing, in his heart, as long as Qing'er can leave the gift, it will already be a great progress.

Qi Xuanhui knew very well in his heart that after the assassination, he finally exchanged his life for a little trust of Cui Wanqing, and exchanged his blood for a little tenderness from Cui Wanqing.

In just one day and one night, Qi Xuanhui used all his strength to hold up a piece of sky and give the two of them a chance to get along closely, but the result did not disappoint him, Cui Wanqing still chose to hold on to Qi Xuanhui tightly when she lost a qiē and only each other was left.

But this, that bit of it together, is far from what Qi Xuanhui thinks in his heart.

Cui Wanqing was frightened by him, and the chilling experience of more than ten years is really not something that can be completely wiped out by a life and death relationship.

On that fateful night, in the old woods full of dangerous factors, on the line of life and death, with Qi Xuanhui in front of him, such an 'acquaintance', can Cui Wanqing have a second choice?

Isn't she only dependent on Qi Xuanhui for good fortune and misfortune?

Now that all the disasters have passed, the people who have experienced the hardships have completely returned to safety and returned to their original normal state of life.

In a comfortable environment, Cui Wanqing was dismissed from the academy again, this little thing that was already suspicious and thoughtful, had time and space, and it was not sure how many twists and turns he had come up with.

"You can't rush, you can't rush." Qi Xuanhui kept warning himself, "The closer you can get to Qing'er, the more cautious you must be, and you must not scare her back into the thick shell." ”

Qi Xuanhui's psychological age is not small, and he is a hero who has experienced countless winds and waves, and his life in two lives has really sunk, gone crazy, awakened, and broken.

Now there is really patience, as early as when he was sober, Qi Xuanhui took advantage of the great opportunity to take the lead in his sixth brother and set the person.

As long as she can be sure that Cui Wanqing can't marry someone else, Qi Xuanhui is really not afraid of wasting time.

The most important thing is his sincerity to Cui Wanqing, after experiencing time and the epiphany of hindsight, he is already extremely sincere, and it will be surprisingly lasting.

After going through two lifetimes of hardships, Qi Xuanhui completely understood his own mind, thinking that as long as he was wholeheartedly and did not use the slightest coaxing, he believed that Cui Wanqing would always accept himself slowly.

Therefore, even Huang Ming, who helped him hand things to Cui Changjian in private, was a little impetuous in the face of Cui Wanqing's coldness.

This little eunuch who originally had a good impression of Cui Wanqing, watching Cui Wanqing's ignorance of his master, muttered behind his back, what is ungrateful, what is not good, what is cold-hearted.

Fortunately, he was just talking in his heart, if he dared to arrange these words Cui Wanqing, he would say it in front of Qi Xuanhui, even if he didn't have his good fruit to eat.

Just when the master and servant, one was as steady as a rock, and the other was complaining, the Qingyuan of the Cui family's Xifu on the other side was the time when the autumn scenery was good.

In the flower garden, the owner's favorite peony peony has been grateful, but the chrysanthemums of all colors sent from the flower room are in season, because the florists take care of them well, so they are also very spiritual.

The color of the autumn chrysanthemum is the most varied, and the bloom is incomparably luxuriant, one by one, rushing to bloom, lining the whole yard to be lively.

And the autumn wind with the fragrance of flowers finally blew the sadness that wrapped around Qingyuan a little lighter.

In the study, Cui Wanqing was looking at the bookcase, and the jade pen of the autumn toad leaf washed out.

This jade pen wash is an antique, and the whole piece of jade is carved into a paulownia leaf dragged by broken branches.

The tendons and veins on the leaves are wisps, and the autumn toad inhabits the leaves, and the traces of the leaf edges being eaten by small insects are vivid.

The object was sent to Cui Wanqing by the hand of Cui Sangongzi in the middle of the month last month.

This gift really grabbed the veins of the recipient and sent it to his liking.

Cui Wanqing's eyes saw this jade pen wash, and her eyes couldn't leave it anymore.

No matter how you look at it, she thinks it's good, and she can't send it back at all, and at that moment, she suddenly understands that Master Cui couldn't push away the tangled mood when facing Mr. Zhiyuan's book.

"You say, how can this man be so cunning at all times?" With Cui Wanqing's helpless sigh, Magnolia lifted the embroidered curtain of flowers and wealth and entered the door.

She held a small tray of plain silver gilt begonia flowers in her hand, on which was a five-color plum bone china tea cup from the official kiln of the former dynasty.

This set of tea sets, was brought back by Cui Changjian at the beginning of last month, on the white tea cup, the five-color plum blossoms are lifelike, the porcelain white is comparable to the beautiful jade, the touch is soft and smooth, and it is the most suitable for drinking good Longjing tea.

Oh, by the way, the fragrant Longjing tea in this teacup was also sent by the third son of his own family, and the fragrance is different.

Listening to Cui Liang, this is picked from the thousand-year-old tea trees on Panlong Mountain, and only three catties are imported every year, and there is no extra penny.

The third son of his own family is really capable, and such a rare object can be brought back, which is really honorable.

At that time, when making tea for the first time, Yulan praised it very much, and Cui Wanqing smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea, which was in a good mood.

Extraordinarily detailed explanation: "The layman's capital Longjing is fresh and green, but I don't know that the green and yellow in this tea piece is better, and the first batch of buds and leaves must be pinched off and only the second batch is left, in order to give up the new leaves and bring out the old taste of winter when the buds are drawn." ”

"The water for making tea should choose good mountain spring water, which is both alive and light, boiled until the surface is turned over and the bell is turned up to brew Longjing slices, and the tea brewed is the most pleasant."

"Speaking of which, you should understand that our tea is indeed the best, but the water is worse, if there is a good spring water to soak, the taste must be more sufficient, it's a pity."

Cui Wanqing likes to drink hot tea, and as soon as Yulan served the tea cup, she skillfully skimmed the tea powder with the lid, brought it to her lips and took a sip.

Good tea is different, this mouthful of fragrance is light and sweet, it is really an endless aftertaste, Cui Wanqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of satisfaction.

Through the ethereal white mist in front of you, watching the emerald green tea leaves float and sink in the white porcelain cup, it is simply pleasing to the eye, and the heart is comfortable.

As her eyes couldn't help but look at her favorite brushstroke, Cui Wanqing couldn't help but feel a shock in her heart, and suddenly discovered, "Oh my God, how come I don't know it, everything around me has traces of that person?" ”

Think about the six or seven letters in the mahogany box next to the pillow.

There are also those pestering poems, which are not very similar to their own appearance, but the charm is similar to the small portrait of seven or eight points.

Cui Wanqing just looked very relaxed, and then put on another layer of melancholy, it was really cut, and the reason was still messy R1152