The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 42 The sick and spoiled courtiers, flirting online 4
"No, where does your lord need sympathy? When your lord throws a pestle over there, the little girl will immediately lose her soul and dare not move."

He didn't dare to move, it was him, Bai Weisheng, who was right.

As soon as an adult pulls the jade and pulls the finger, something serious is not good.

"We just need to put the knife on the little girl's neck, and then escort her to the imperial city for a walk, that foolish king will definitely mess himself up."

Bai Weisheng glanced at the man cautiously, like a chicken seeing a weasel.

"Well, I'll do as you say." The man's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

He passed the white-faced boy, walked to the sandalwood desk, and took out a letter from the pile of letters that reached half an arm's height.

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Qi Cheng counted every day, one day, two days, three days...

Every day when the time comes, someone brings food, and when the time comes, someone brings water.

On the seventh day, the old woman came.

She inserted the key into the plum-blossom eyelet, and with wrinkled hands pushed open the carved mahogany door.

"Girl, lunch."

At the moment when he took the food box, Qi Cheng stared at the old woman, and asked gently, "Grandma, when can I go out?"

She was very anxious, she was anxious to find Ji Buchen, and to work hard!

The old woman raised her eyes and stared at her.

The little girl is about thirteen, with childish looks in her eyes, it is not difficult to see that she will have a troublesome appearance in the future.

If I can marry an adult...

It's a pity, this is the emperor's most beloved youngest daughter.

The old woman suppressed her thoughts, her voice was clear and clear, "It depends on what the adults want."

"Then I... can I see him?" Qi Cheng lowered her head and sighed heavily in her heart.

Little irritability, in fact, I don't really want to meet the person who took away her lady's innocence!

"Ask the old slave on behalf of the girl." The old woman closed the door again.

When the old woman turned to close the door, Qi Cheng caught a glimpse of the long mahogany plaque hanging on her waist, engraved on it——

Entering Ji's family is Ji's family.

Qi Cheng frowned suspiciously, patted the carved door through a door, and called the old woman to stop, "Grandma, do you know Ji Buchen?"

The old woman paused slightly, but did not answer.

After Xu time, the sun went down, and a cloud of fire burned in the sky.

The mahogany carved door was opened again.

A white-faced boy in a blue shirt and holding a fan stood by the door, smiling warmly.

He turned his wrist slightly, and shook his folding fan lightly, with the appearance of a harmless scholar, "I am Bai Weisheng. My lord sent me down to ask the girl to explain."

Qi Cheng jumped off the round stool, nodded and followed Bai Weisheng away.

I didn't know where I was going, but the girl suddenly thought of it and asked, "Does the young master recognize Ji Buchen?"

Bai Weisheng was waving his folding fan, and chuckled casually as he pretended to be a gentle scholar. Unexpectedly, the voice of Ji Buchen...

It forced him to freeze for half a second, "Why did the girl ask him?"

This is the habitual fear of Ji Buchen.

Qi Cheng didn't notice his abnormality, thought for a while, and said sincerely, "I heard that he was once the most powerful gentleman in Kyoto, so I want to meet him."

There is a saying that Bai Wei is sour.Why do you call his master a husband and call him a young master?Obviously the husband is more friendly.

Woohoo, why?
However, the little girl grew up in the palace, so she didn't know what happened to the Ji family back then?
Not long after Qi Cheng finished speaking, Bai Weisheng pushed open a black wooden door, "My lord is inside."

This is a study room, as soon as you enter the door, you can smell the strong smell of medicine.

After she entered, Bai Weisheng closed the door smoothly.

A knife and a small bowl were placed conspicuously on the sandalwood table.

Under the bright light, the man is writing with a pen, and his brushwork is strong and powerful.

The black iron mask covered most of his face, and his pale thin lips were exposed, bloodless.

He seemed to be standing at the mouth of an abyss, his voice low and hoarse, "Come here..."

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