my wife, my wife, my wife

Chapter 10

The four eyes met, and the swords flowing in it were tense.

But at this moment Qi Wuqi was lost in his black eyes.

[My wife, as long as you are safe for your husband, no one in this world dares to bully you. ]

[Shaohua passes, and you are also hesitating. Between looking forward to, only my wife can live for you. ]

[If there is an afterlife, I don’t want to lose you even if I give up the great ambition in my heart. ]

Sihua Nian, so remembering, only Qinglu you is the fate that Wu Qi cannot escape from life to life.

Qi Wuqi smiled, his thin and fair face could still tell that if his body could be better, his smile would be described as gentle as jade.However, his smile dilutes the stagnant atmosphere between him and Ying Qinglu, "Things depend on others, even though the purple clay pot was damaged in an accident, I think you have already engraved his thoughts on it." In your heart, if it wasn’t the case, why would you take it out to benefit from it? Since it has been in the hands of humans, it is natural that when it is accidentally damaged, you already know it well, so why bother to worry about whether it is free or not at this time?”

After Ying Qinglu heard this remark, the smile on the corners of his lips became more mocking. He brushed a strand of long hair from his temples and wrapped it between his fingers, and grace and elegance poured out from his body.

He walked slowly to a set of calligraphy and painting, raised his hand for a while, and there was a scratch on the original intact calligraphy and painting.

"My father's birthday is coming up, and I have worked so hard to find this painting as a birthday gift, and now there are flaws, do you think he will accept my favor after sending it away?"

Qi Wuqi stepped forward and reached out to take off the painting, "Your father will definitely accept your filial piety." After finishing the painting, he turned around and said, "Give it to Qi for three days."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"It's up to you. If it succeeds, what about you?"

Ying Qinglu took a step forward, brushing the strands of hair entwined with his fingertips on his cheek, "I am the only person in this world who can bargain with me, and you..."

"Just add me." Qi Wuqi didn't feel that this was too embarrassing, in his opinion, sooner or later he would become the second person.

Ying Qinglu chuckled: "Heh, Qi Wuqi, Qi Wuqi, the old woman surnamed Sang said that you have lived in the backyard of Qizhuang for more than [-] years. I believe it."

"Why do you believe this?"

"Innocent."

"..." Qi Wuqi knew that this man was sharp-tongued and mean-spirited, he never claimed to have won against him in his last life, and he might not be much better in this life.Forget it, wait, when he can exchange benefits with himself, that is when he develops a tolerant heart, and now the most important thing is to keep his hands.

Although he wanted to touch him so much, Qi Wuqi still raised his hand and gently waved Ying Qinglu's hand away from his face. He took a deep look at him and turned away with the painting in his hand.

Ying Qinglu looked at his back, the smile on his mouth gradually stopped.

……

Emperor Daying was in power, and there were dragon sons who were eyeing the crown prince's position, but there was only one crown prince.

In the last life, Qing Lu fought for that seat for so many years, but ended up being imprisoned miserably for a lifetime.

And this time when Qinglu came out of Daying, he kept a low profile and retreated to advance, and made the gesture of abandoning that glory and abandoning that glory to be a courtier, in order to let the emperor relax his vigilance against him. How could he relax his grudge so easily?

Everything you give to the emperor must be cautious. After Qinglu sent this painting as a gift in the last generation, the emperor issued an edict to return Qinglu to its throne. It seemed that the emperor let go of his grudges, but in fact the emperor saw the painting. Secretly, Longyan was furious, and the recalled Qinglu suffered a lot of grievances and tortures after that.

Since ancient times, emperors have always been suspicious. If the emperor has no intentions for him, no matter how Qing Lu flatters him, the result will be the same.

Qi Wuqi's eyes kept falling on the calligraphy and painting on the table, but he was completely troubled.

This painting was also damaged in the last life. He was not the one who repaired it at that time. Now he took this matter to him just to help Qinglu, but...how on earth would he repair it to change the painting of the emperor? After the reaction?And what should be done to make the emperor feel less concerned about Qinglu?

……

"Is he still in there?" Ying Qinglu came back from a walk outside, and the door of Qi Wuqi's room was closed as tightly as when he left.

Heizi stood up straight and nodded, "It's still there."

"Did you bring food in?" He remembered that Qi Wuqi hadn't eaten since he woke up.

"delivered."

"If you have nothing else to do, don't bother him. If he needs anything, just do it."

"Yes, master."

Ying Qinglu glanced at the door again, then wandered into his room.

It was still in that position, it was still a cup of tea, it was still holding a book in its hand, but his mind was no longer the same.

Qi Wuqi.

He pondered the name and the person in his mind.

Taking him away from Qizhuang is thinking that he is a fool, who can be teased and entertained by himself on this long journey, but he doesn't think it will be like this.The world is the world's affairs, and he can clearly see the unforeseen facts, why is he unhappy now?

He picked up the tea on the side and drank it, but stopped when he smelled the tangy aroma of tea.

Shampoo with tea?Hmph, his tea is a rare East China Sea Dragon Tongue, a tribute tea that is not available to non-royal people, but he is lucky enough to use this kind of tea to fumigate his hair. I don't know if he doesn't understand its preciousness or does it on purpose.

Thinking of this, he heavily forgot the tea in his hand and put it on the table, the tea overflowed due to force.

……

The room where Qi Wu lived.

Before he came back, he was an expert in the study of calligraphy and painting, and he cherished every painting extremely. If it was damaged, he would try his best to restore it, but now he has to bear his virtue.

After Qi Wuqi made his decision, he opened the door to ask Heizi for some silver and left the private courtyard of the inn.

After going to the street to buy the utensils he needed, he hurried back.

three days later.

Qi Wuqi came to Ying Qinglu's room with the mended painting, while Ying Qinglu was playing chess alone at this time.

Seemingly in a difficult place, he frowned and stared at the game on the board without moving.

Qi Wuqi walked to his side, looked down at the black and white characters above, it was exactly the same as he remembered.He silently took the white piece from Ying Qinglu's hand, and put it where it should be.

After he put down the chess pieces, Ying Qinglu thought about it, and after carefully observing the chess game at this time, he smiled.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at Qi Wuqi, "You know how to play chess?"

"I just know a thing or two." Qi Wuqi smiled and pointed at the chessboard, "Black and white fights can be described as spectacular, and a spectacular fight is cruel. Chess speaks of heart, this chess game is as long as Qi has seen it, you still put it away Get up."

After Ying Qinglu heard this, he stretched out his hand and pulled his skirt to bring him to him.

The distance between the nose and the nose is only a fist, and you can feel the hot air from each other's breath when you breathe.

Under such a distance, Qi Wuqi's ears began to feel hot.

His eyes fell on Ying Qinglu's thin lips, and the intimate behavior between the two of them in the previous life kept appearing in his mind.

In the last life, he was indifferent to love/things, so he never took the initiative, and this life is still the same.If not, how could he not even have a partner in the 28 years before [Rebirth]?

But Bo at this moment, the ambiguous distance between the two made him feel a little emotional.

Qi Wuqi smiled wryly in his heart, for him, this was the most painful thing in the world.The person in my heart is clearly in front of me but I can't express and touch it. What kind of heart-scratching is this?

He withdrew his mind, and said steadily to Ying Qinglu: "The painting has been mended, do you want to see it now?"

Ying Qinglu actually wanted to ask a lot of questions, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back.It's not that he couldn't hear something in Qi Wuxi's words, but he was still full of doubts.

In the past few days, he asked Duan Jing to investigate while Qi Wuqi was recuperating in his house to repaint, but the news Duan Jing brought back made him even more puzzled.

That Qi Shanlun did have four sons, and he, Qi Wuqi, was indeed the third young master of Qizhuang.And in the news brought back by Duan Jing, Qi Wuqi's past is also consistent with what the old woman said - since he was four years old, he lived in the backyard of Qizhuang and was raised quietly. The old servant who has worked for decades knows.

Although people in the Qi family who knew of his existence said he was a fool, the truth is that he is not stupid.From his conversation, he could tell that this person was well-cultivated, and from the white piece just now, he could tell that he was quite good at chess.

Everything he has shown now is completely inconsistent with the news he has received, so why doesn't he feel suspicious?

However, he said that he would not ask about his past, so he will do what he said, so no matter how doubtful he is in his heart, he has to wait for the time when he can't bear it...

Thinking of this, Ying Qinglu loosened Qi Wuqi's lapel and pushed him back.

Qi Wuqi staggered two steps before he stabilized his body.

As if Ying Qinglu's rudeness to him never happened, Qi Wuqi shook his clothes to straighten out the wrinkles before handing over the painting in his hand.

Ying Qinglu glanced at him before taking the painting.

He unwrapped the string that rolled the painting, and let go of the end holding the painting.The scroll rolls down and unfurls with his movements.When he saw the contents inside, he instantly looked up at Qi Wuqi who was beside him.

Qi Wuqi smiled at him, then bent down and gently picked up the other end of the painting, "Be careful, this painting can't stand your vulgarity."

Ying Qinglu opened his mouth, and finally took the other end of the painting from his hand, took the painting to the place where he took it before, and hung it back to its original position.

He stared at the painting for a long time, then suddenly turned around and sneered at Qi Wuqi who was behind him, "Are you afraid of eating a bear's heart and a leopard? Do you dare to use a knife on your painting?"

Qi Wuqi casually straightened his long hair that he was not used to, "This painting is for you to use as a gift, as long as your father likes it, it doesn't matter if you use a knife?"