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Ji Huai wanted to accompany Zhao Qi on a night trip to the city, he was worried about putting Zhan Hua in the yard by himself, Zhan Hua was also worried about Ji Huai following Zhao Qi, and the last group of three people plus an accompanying guard went to the street.

As June approached, the weather became hotter and the sun shone straight down, and it didn't take long to break out in a sweat.

"Chengnan Street is the most lively at night." Ji Huai said to Zhao Qi, "Many craftsmen are in the workshop and can make some exquisite things. You can take some back to Lin Da—for your nephew and nephew."

Ji Huai and Lin Yuan didn't deal with each other very much from the beginning. After all, Lin Yuan wanted his life, and it was difficult for him to be friendly with each other. However, Zhao Qi has reconciled them over the years, and the two have eased a lot, but it should take advantage Ji Huai will never let it go.

Zhao Qi smiled with his hands behind his back: "Whatever they do, they are all heartless uncles. I heard that the Fenghua Building next to it is very famous, why don't we go and have a look?"

Ji Huai choked and said with a dry smile, "There's nothing fun there either."

"But I heard that my uncle liked to linger here the most when he was young?" Zhao Qi looked at Ji Huai behind him maliciously, and teased: "Even if you have a sweetheart now, you can't forget the old acquaintance."

Ji Huai turned to look at Zhan Hua, and found that Zhan Hua looked at a loss, with a look of half-understanding, although he knew it was faking, but Ji Huai still explained very seriously: "You don't know anything when you are young, and nothing happened. Not to mention the old man."

Zhan Hua glanced at him vaguely.

Ji Huai was confused by this look, his heart suddenly lifted, and he slapped the fan in his hand, "Okay, then I will take you to play today, it is really a clean place."

But Ji Huai forgot one thing - he hadn't been in this fireworks land seriously for more than ten years. Ten years ago, it was a place of clean people, but ten years later it might not be the same.

Zhao Qi looked at Yingying Yanyan who was about to stick to his body, but he didn't chase them away, and smiled while holding the wine poured by the beauty.

Zhan Hua bowed his head expressionlessly and ate the fried melon seeds on the plate.

"I haven't been here for a long time, but I changed a lot of people." Ji Huai glared at Zhao Qi, grabbed the melon seeds and peeled them slowly.

Zhao Qi waved his hand to signal those women to go out, and there were only three of them left in the room, but Ji Huai didn't need to guess to know that there were countless hidden guards hiding around.

"Little uncle, does this one of yours really lose his memory?" Zhao Qi asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Without raising his head, Ji Huai put the peeled melon seeds in the small dish in front of Zhan Hua, "I just woke up, I only remember the name, but I also remembered something in the past few days."

Zhan Hua picked up the melon seeds and ate them slowly.

"My people only found the Sea of ​​Hell." Zhao Qi saw that the small dish of melon seeds was extremely delicious, and reached out to take it, but Ji Huai slapped it away.

"The picture is in Ji Yu's hands." Ji Huai said frankly, "I'm not interested in the picture, I just want this person."

"What identity do you use?" Zhao Qi sighed, "It's Ji Huai, or King Duankang."

"Of course it's Ji Huai." Ji Huai smiled and put the melon seeds in Zhan Hua's palm, "Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Without this person, I would be no different from the walking dead. Whether it is Ji Huai or King Duankang is nothing important."

"The whole family is full of infatuated species." Zhao Qi paused, looked at Zhan Hua, and said with emotion: "My little uncle is soft-hearted and stubborn. He saved my life and has helped me a lot over the years. Busy, there is only such a wish in my life, I shouldn’t and can’t ignore it, and I hope Mr. Zhanhua will take care of it in the future, and don’t let him worry about it.”

Zhan Hua looked up at him.

The widely acclaimed benevolent gentleman showed coldness and ambition in his eyes, but when he looked at Ji Huai, he was calm and peaceful, as if he was really just worrying.

"Take a good rest, little uncle." Zhao Qi said with a smile: "It's been a long time since you've been separated, it's time to catch up on the old days. As a junior, I naturally won't let others disturb you."

"Thank you very much." Ji Huai stood up and bowed.

Zhao Qi didn't evade, only feeling a little emotional, but unfortunately everyone has his own aspirations, even the emperor couldn't force him.

Zhao Qi didn't bring anyone to stay here, and after getting the exact words from Ji Huai, he returned to the capital, as if he really just came to give a plate of grapes this time.

"If he doesn't come, it will be Lin Yuan who will come." Ji Huai was so hot that he lay on the couch fanning the wind, "Lin Yuan can't rub the sand in his eyes, and likes to cut grass and roots, so he may not be willing to take your life when he comes—"

"I know you are good at martial arts, but if I trip you here, I will always let him seize the opportunity." Ji Huai raised his hand to touch Zhanhua's chin, "The people in Hell Sea are still staring at you, we can't always be under the control of others .”

"So you let Zhao Qi come." Zhan Hua grabbed his hand and rubbed it.

"I didn't ask him to come, but he wanted to come." Ji Huai said with a smile: "He must repay his kindness, and there are too many entanglements in this 'favor'. It is not as simple as one life. My surname is Ji now. In the future, I can only follow your surname Ji, and the name Ji Huai cannot be returned to you."

Of course, the imperial decree is a thorn stuck in Zhao Qi's heart. He is the one holding the thorn. Lin Yuan has always wanted to burn the man with the thorn clean. More gentle, he wants to burn the thorns, and wants the person who put down the thorns to leave completely, but there will be troubles after all.

If there is a choice, Ji Huai naturally does not want to be so controlled by others, but taking the initiative to expose the gate of life does not mean that he has no back tricks. Even though he is close to Zhao Qi on the surface, but being with the king is like a tiger, and Zhao Qi is the king. He is a minister, so he must make concessions first.

"I can't play those twists and turns, I can only go on a rampage." Ji Huai pillowed his legs, and hugged the man's waist sideways, with a tired tone, "Every day in the capital is frightening."

It's not easy to walk on the tip of the knife, so he wants to escape desperately, preferring to go crazy.

Zhan Hua picked him up, "Don't think about anything from now on, leave it to me."

"Isn't that very unfair." Ji Huai leaned on his shoulder and bit his ear, "Leave the mess to you."

"No way, people are smart." Zhan Hua stretched out his hand to touch his head, "Maybe it's because you were poisoned when you were young, which damaged your brain."

Ji Huai raised his head and stared at him, "Then the poison has been on you for many years, wouldn't it hurt you more?"

"After so many years of loss, what is left is enough." Zhan Hua sighed decently, "It can be seen that you were not very smart from the beginning."

Ji Huai couldn't laugh or cry, "Yes, I'm stupid."

Zhan Hua leaned into his ear and asked, "Are you really willing to give up being a prince?"

"Naturally." Ji Huai threw him on the couch, "I've never had great ambitions since I was a child. I just wanted to be the first-class dude who came to the city late and ruined the Ji family's property, but I was interrupted by you halfway. From now on, I just want to indulge in beauty and live absurdly."

These words are shameless and blatant, with a sense of wantonness and frivolity, but when they come out of Ji Huai's mouth, they are a little more affectionate.

"Beautiful?" Zhan Hua hooked his collar, and touched his collarbone. There were still a few red marks on it, and he looked very beautiful.

"Beautiful." Ji Huai tapped his forehead, "A fake monk who has returned to vulgarity."

Zhan Hua chuckled, and without turning his head, he stretched out his hand, and dropped the half-open window behind him, blocking the summer outside and the spring indoors.

Zhan Hua was in a coma for 11 years because of the poisonous hair, and Ji Huai went looking for him like crazy for 11 years.

Zhan Hua wakes up and is still a fake monk 11 years ago, but Ji Huai is no longer the young master of the past, and the time between them is far more than decades, and some things cannot be easily covered up with just the word "Missing" of.

Ji Huai is carefully playing the person who was a year ago, but the original Ji Huai has long been ruined by him, so he can only pick it up with difficulty, and continue to act nondescriptly with many loopholes.

He was afraid that Zhan Hua would feel a little uncomfortable and sad, but he forgot that Zhan Hua was much smarter than him.

So when Zhan Hua cooperates with him very much, it makes Ji Huai feel sad.

People are like this, never learn to be satisfied.

Only in the moment of emotion can the madness and insidiousness buried in the heart be fully released, and then it is covered up by Ji Huai as if nothing had happened.

After a few days of absurdity, Ji Huai couldn't remember the days clearly. He stared blankly at the afternoon clouds and still felt that it was morning.

"Backache." Ji Huai said lazily while lying on the rocking chair.

Zhan Hua pressed the armrest, "I'll rub it for you."

Ji Huai patted his hand away and looked at him suspiciously, "Your waist... all right?"

Zhan Hua was silent for a while, and said solemnly: "We martial arts practitioners—"

"Okay, shut up." Ji Huai interrupted him angrily.

"It should rain in the evening." Zhan Hua took his pulse and said, "You have a deficiency syndrome. You have been running around all these years, and your waist is injured. You should take care of it."

Ji Huai recalled back then when he beat around the bush about his kidney deficiency in the mansion, and snorted coldly: "Even so, I can draw with you in bed, which shows that my recuperation is still very effective."

Zhan Hua, who has personally experienced it, did not refute it, after all, it is indeed comparable, but Ji Huai's back injury should be quite old, so the pain will be particularly severe on cloudy and rainy days.

"How did it hurt?" Zhan Hua rubbed him slowly with some internal force.

"When I went to the North Desert one year, I ran into a group of bandits." The enthusiasm of the inner force made Ji Huai feel very comfortable, "The people I was leading and I were washed away, dragged forward, and passed through the cracks. It fell and fell."

"But the place is not high, and the guards found me quickly, and the treatment was timely, but the rainy weather is difficult." Seeing Zhan Hua's expression was wrong, Ji Huai hurriedly added, and said with a smile: "It's all minor injuries, it doesn't matter."

He regretted bringing up the back pain with Zhan Hua.

Ji Huai rubbed his waist silently, and after a while, picked him up from the recliner and hugged him.

Ji Huai was hugged by him and couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only pat him on the back comfortingly, and whispered: "It really doesn't matter, someone has been protecting me all these years, I have to survive to find you .”

It can be seen that Mr. Ji Qi is really not very good at talking. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Hua hugged him even tighter.

Too many words, too many mistakes, Ji Huai closed his mouth decisively, and after a long time, he couldn't help but gasped again, "Hiss, holding this position really hurts, my waist is about to break."

Zhan Hua let go of him, rubbed his waist and said, "Delicate."

Ji Huai lay comfortably on his body, muttering while half asleep and half awake:

"Then you should take good care of me in the future."

"it is good."

Someone answered in the wind.