Chapter 120 means

Wei Luo blinked his eyes, and the smile on Gongzi Jingling's face slowly faded.

Wei Luo's words had reached outside, and unconsciously, the voices and discussions outside had quieted down.

Gongzi Jingling stared at her coldly, staring coldly.

Wei Luo has already said this, he is a dignified son, is he really forced?

At that moment, his eyebrows and eyes were furrowed, his handsome face was gloomy, and he shouted in a low voice: "Get out!" ...... "Yes."

Wei Luo's voice trembled a little, she was a little afraid of offending him so much. However, she couldn't really warm him up and sleep like this. She can't, she really can't, although she wants to be more open, but as soon as her mind turns to that scene, she is nervous, she is afraid, she is uneasy.

She can't, she likes this man, just getting close to him makes her lose control, she can't let him get her. He got her, he was like a nobody, what about her, can she let go, can she really not care? She didn't know, she didn't dare take the risk. In any case, her life must be controlled by herself, not dominated by lust, and cannot be out of control.

Wei Luo lifted the curtain and said something to the groom, and the carriage slowly stopped. Wei Luo jumped down and came to the carriage of the Magi behind him, and sat down on the side of the rider.

The carriage moved slowly.

The evening breeze was blowing.

At this time, the evening breeze blowing on the face has gradually faded, and the coolness is great. Wei Luo looked up at the shining stars in the sky and took a deep breath.

After a while, she lowered her head and a smile appeared on her face. Anyway, today she won! Now she is no longer a slave, and she will not give a warm quilt to the prince of Jingling. She can sleep peacefully tonight.

The sound of the carriage rolling in a 'branch' manner is harsh on a night like this.

After a while, the carriage drove into the Jingling Gongzi's Mansion.

Wei Luo, who had recovered his happy mood, was happy, hugged some of his things in a hurry, and returned to his original residence. Now, she is a Magi again, a Magi in Jingling Mansion, she can not wear sackcloth, so the first thing she did was to take off the sackcloth on her body, which was too hard and thick, and the skin was itchy and painful. She changed into a sage's garb made of thick brocade.

In the darkness, she took out her wooden sword and began to rub it gently with her hand. The room was dark and dreary, with only a faint glow of starlight shining through the screens.

Rao was like this, and Wei Luo also closed his eyes. She began to listen with her ears, to feel. She listened to the breath of the wind, felt the flickering of the leaves, and crawled on the ground.

Gradually, she couldn't hear the sheng music in the distance, the occasional sound of people in the house, the footsteps of the swordsmen outside the courtyard, and the breathing of the people sleeping next door. All she could hear was the wind, nowhere to be found, everywhere but gentle.

Wei Luo slowly stood up, her eyes closed, and the wooden sword in her hand was gently swung out. This movement is light and soothing, if you advance or retreat, if you are slow.

At this time, Wei Luo should follow the sound of the wind, and the wooden sword waved lightly. Every time it swings out, it is like the rapid advance of the wind, every turn is like the impermanence of the wind, and every retreat is like the temporary rest of the wind.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are quiet, and nothing exists. There is only the sound of the wind outside, and the wooden sword in his hand.

With the passage of time, Wei Luo's chest and abdomen were hot, warm, comfortable, and thorough. This feeling of returning to her mother's body made her troubles disappear, all hidden uneasiness and panic were gone, and all unwillingness and love were gone. Of these, only her sword!

This night, Wei Luo practiced until the rooster crowed, and then took a short rest.

The next day, she got up early, got some well water, and she started to clean it.

The biggest advantage of Jingling Gongzi knowing that she is his daughter is that he allows her to live alone in a remote room. With her own space, she can take a shower and sleep peacefully.

After cleaning, Wei Luo strode towards the study of the prince of Jingling.

Yesterday, she had to resume her status as a Magi, however, the prince of Jingling had no affairs for her, and she had to go to him.

The news here is the fastest spreading, the person who was eyeing her a few days ago, and has not had time to stretch out his hand, is respectful again at this time, and when he sees her walking by, he has to smile again.

Wei Luo came outside the study.

Gongzi Jingling was discussing with the diners, Wei Luo took a look, and there were first- and second-class diners inside. At a glance, these diners are known for their cunning and unscrupulousness. Wei Luo tilted his head and thought about it, feeling that he was also a cunning and unrighteous person. So, she quietly stepped up to the back of the diners, and knelt down on the back table.

Gongzi Jingling knelt on the floor, with a gentle smile on his face, and said slowly: "What do you think of Prince Qin's request?" ”

A tall and thin diner stood up, crossed his hands, and said aloud to the prince of Jingling: "Qin is a strong neighbor, although he calculated against me last time, however, now that the state of Chu is powerful, Qin and Jin can only resist it together." It's better for the prince to send him back to the country, and the prince Yan will be on the throne in the future, and Qin and Jin can also join forces to fight against Qiang Chu. ”

Gongzi Jingling groaned when he heard this.

At this time, another good-looking diner with a fair face stood up, and he crossed his hands and said loudly: "The reason why Prince Yan is hostage is because of his son. How can such a big hatred be eliminated at one time? If he returns, he will hate his son. In my opinion, it is better to cut it! ”

The man's voice was deep, and there was murder in his tone. Wei Luo glanced at him and secretly wondered: This person looks like Sven, and his murderous aura is so heavy.

The words of these two diners have their own truths, but they mean completely opposite things. Jingling Gongzi's eyes rolled and looked at an old man who was as thin as firewood.

The old man's face was thin, with the incomparably thin green robe, and the high bamboo crown on his head, the shape of which made Wei Luo think of withered bamboo. This man is a withered bamboo.

Gongzi Jingling looked at the honest man and asked respectfully, "What does Nangong think?" ”

Nan Gong stretched out his hand and stroked the two or three sparse beards on his chin, frowned and said, "In the opinion of the minister." This matter should be watched by Qin. ”

"Oh?"

Gongzi Jingling put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and waited expectantly for him to continue.

Nangong bowed to him and said, "If the prince of Qin Hou is stronger than Prince Yan, then Prince Yan can also return." If Qin Hou is surrounded by wine-colored sons, he can be slaughtered! ”

"Good!"

Jingling Gongzi clasped his hands together and praised loudly. Lang Lang said: "Nangong's intention is exactly what I want." Now the Marquis of Qin is seriously ill, and the remaining four sons, in addition to the young son and the prince Yan, the second son Yong and the third son are all popular with the people. Although Tai Ziyan has a small talent, his sex is lazy, and he is really unbearable. I want to return. ”

When he said this, the diners began to discuss.

At this time, Gongzi Jingling smiled lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "However, the Qin people assassinated me for him, and this matter cannot be left alone." I want him to be imprisoned in public, and to behead them myself before he is allowed to return to China. ”

All the diners were stunned. But in a blink of an eye, someone understood, and the smile on Nangong's thin face was overflowing, and he praised repeatedly: "Good! Great goodness! As a result, the prince lost people's hearts. If you lose the hearts of the people, you should not be afraid. His title as the crown prince is still there, and with a little help from the prince, he can ascend to the position of Marquis of Qin. Such a person is the Marquis of Qin, and Qin is not enough to fear! ”

As soon as Nan Gong said this, all the diners also reacted one after another, and immediately praised him again and again.

Wei Luo also nodded again and again, and secretly thought: Those Qin people assassinated the prince of Jingling for the sake of Prince Yan. If Prince Yan really killed those Qin people in person in order to return to the country, it would be chilling. After the prince of Jingling made him lose the hearts of the people, he sent him back to China to help him get the throne. His mind is really poisonous.

Chapter 120 means

Chapter 120 means

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