The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 420 The Legacy of the Republic of China 16
The shadow guard sent by the young master saw the two approaching, but was repelled by the young master.

The young master sat on the ground and asked, "Who are you?"

"Passerby, beggar."

"What about him?"

"What do you think?" Ji Mobai was not in a hurry at all, he put the jade bird in his palm.

"Since he is alive, why didn't he come to see me! Since he appeared in front of me, why didn't he recognize me!"

"you know."

The young master was silent.

Ji Mobai said: "You hurt him so much, and you want him to forgive? His legs were broken because of you. When I found him, he was a beggar. His whole body was filthy and smelly. His wounds were full of maggots and flies. fly."

Little Hou Ye tapped his palms, feeling very restless, he said: "I only know that he is the Crown Prince of the Wei Kingdom, so it's definitely not like this."

"Yes, the prince back then is just a lowly citizen now."

"You don't have to talk to me like that."

"I just feel worthless for him."

Ji Mobai is really worthless for Ji Qi, what is so good about the person in front of him, what is there that he can't match, why spend 20 years on this kind of person.

Unfortunately, things in this world are often like this, always looking for an impossible person.

Some people look at it for a lifetime, but ignore it for a lifetime.

Some people glanced at it, but missed it for a lifetime.It is best not to get it.

The young master asked him: "What happened back then."

"Go and check, Young Master, I won't tell."

Ji Mobai got up.

The little marquis asked him, "Aren't you going to save him?"

"I believe in him, he will never die, and he will definitely come back here again."

After all, I have left.

This is the first time for the little duke to discover that he has such good kung fu, he is not at all like Ji Qi, and of course Qing Dai is also not like him.

After all, there was an interval of 20 years.

It's just that the more I think about Ji Mobai, the more I don't think he looks like him; the more I think about Qing Dai, the more I think he looks like him.

Probably a suspicious neighbor stealing an axe.

He got up, straightened his clothes, got into the car that the shadow guard had prepared earlier, squinted slightly at the carved grid, without any worry on his face.

Life is like this, no matter how many emotions there are, they will fade away. The feelings that once thought that life and death go hand in hand will just live well in the end.

We really are not as important as we think.

He closed his eyes, closed his eyes and meditated.

It took three days to go to Daji's tomb, but found nothing. It seems that I really obeyed the man's words.

Using troops to strengthen power is the right way, but seeking immortality and asking questions is just some heresy.

The young master returned to Beijing, and within three months, Great Britain had already invaded.

Since then, the mountains and rivers have been stained with blood.

Little Hou Ye seldom thinks of Ji Qi, and it is even more difficult to think of Qing Dai.

Only very rarely would a fragment flash through his mind, the speed was so fast that he couldn't remember it at all, but he had already started to describe it.

As he stroked every place with his hand, he suddenly remembered that when he met him later, most of him looked like this.

The actor's makeup is painted on the face, the end of the eyes is turned up little by little, and the smudge is reddish, which is charming.

Obviously a man, isn't it?
Next to my ears is the voice of the elder: "Master Hou, the mistress told you to go and see her."

"Go."

He packed up his things and went out, winding all the way, and when he got to the place, the old lady said, "Xi Liang, are you back?"

He hurriedly replied: "I'm back."

The old lady saved him several times, and he had to thank and respect.

The old lady said again: "I called you here, the boss said you didn't come back, did you come to see me when you came back, I know, you think I'm annoying."

He laughed and said, "How come, my grandson won't."

The old lady picked up a cup of tea, gossiped and said: "You are thirty-two this year."

"There is."

"Why don't you marry a wife? Who doesn't get married at the age of 20? At your age, the children are half-grown radishes. As for you, you are on your own, let alone a wife, and you don't even have a concubine. There are even no maids." As she spoke, the old lady became angry, her grandson is good, that's what makes people worry.

"Yes, yes, grandma is right. As soon as the war is over, my grandson will marry ten or eight concubines and give birth to hundreds of children. When the time comes, all the children will surround grandma. Grandma, do you think it's okay? "

"Okay, okay, it's a deal."

He laughed again.

For a moment, the room was extremely warm, so beautiful that the young master couldn't bear to break it.

He wanted to tell the old woman that he actually had someone in his heart, and he was still a man, that's why he never married. Maybe die to accompany him.

He smiled and talked with the old lady for a while before leaving.

Back in the study, he opened the painting again, saw the actor entering the painting, and since then he will never forget him, and he has no other way to think about him in this life.

The man was wearing a costume, comparing poses, as if going back in time to that day.

That day, Qingdai sang a new song on the stage: "Chun Ri is tired and combs her hair lazily, holding the peach blossoms in her hand and smiling at the love of the world, her eyes turn to the autumn, but she wants to talk about it, ah, yesterday's friendship is now nothing, it's just strange." Strange, the needle in the sea of ​​people’s hearts, it’s hard for me to guess, holding a golden hair in my hand, frowning my brows, laughing frequently without saying a word, lamenting how few people in the world are free.”

At that time, he heard it stagnantly in the audience, but now that he thinks about it, he understands it in general.

This is probably what Qing Dai sang to him.

It's just that he didn't have the courage to resist this strict etiquette, and he couldn't resist either.

He lit the lamp and burned the painting. There was no need to keep the painting when no one was around.

He wrote three secret orders in a row, and the things in the secret orders were enough to cause changes in the sky.

The old family came to report: "Master Ji is waiting outside the door, and has something to discuss."

"No." Thinking of the bad business with them gave him a headache, and seeing Jia always going out, he changed his mind instantly, "No, bring him in, it's right here."

The old man nodded and led the others away.

Ji Mobai came in, still dressed in white, he had been pretending to be Ji Qi for so long that he had forgotten what kind of person he was, but he didn't care.

He cupped his hands and said, "I'm here to make a deal with the young master."

The young master laughed with him, and said: "What did Ji Shangshu say? He is a scholar, farmer, businessman, how can he become an official to do business in person."

Ji Mobai calmed down and said leisurely: "Learn literary and martial arts, and sell them to the emperor's house."

The young master still did not speak the truth, but said: "Isn't the Shangshu already sold to the emperor's family?"

Ji Mobai said: "Little Marquis is a sensible person. What's the point of hahaha with me? I'll just say it straight. In today's war, the emperor is incompetent and dull. talents, but cannot bear the suffering of the people."

"This Marquis never knew that Ji Shangshu is such a person who cares about the country and the people."

Ji Mobai sneered and said: "Any man with blood wants to fight for fame and fortune in the Central Plains. However, I am just a literati and I don't know how to lead troops to fight. I am here to cooperate with the young master."

Hearing this, the young master pursed his lips and smiled: "Oh, how about a cooperation method?"

(End of this chapter)