Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Qi Xinzhu obviously found that Zhao Mingjing started to alienate him, even if he occasionally met in the palace, he would leave in a hurry, even the number of times Hei Yu came was reduced a lot.

At first he thought it was because there were so many people in the palace that it was inconvenient for him to speak, but later he realized that maybe it was not the case at all.

Now that he resigned from the position of the national teacher, the emperor instead arranged a dispensable civil position. Although it is good, he needs to get up at Yin time every day and wait at the gate of the palace, waiting for the court.

Every time he stepped over, many ministers wearing official uniforms gathered at the gate of the palace. This is a good time to show their communication skills. People who are in full swing are always surrounded by a group of people, like him. In this way, idlers with no real power are usually dozed off against the red wall with their arms folded.

But this is a leisurely time for him, and after all, where the official rank is, even if they don't flatter him, they won't embarrass him.

Qi Hsinchu only needs to go to check in regularly to check in.

Just as he was struggling to listen to a group of middle-aged people discussing state affairs passionately, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair suddenly wanted to order distribution, and the object was Zhao Mingjing.

Qi Hsinchu woke up from his doze in an instant. He straightened his back and pricked up his ears to listen to the whispered discussion of the two people behind.

"What kind of person is this seventh prince? The emperor gave him a title so quickly?"

Someone answered, "You don't know this yet, it's the son of Concubine Li who was taken over from the Temple of the Reclining Buddha after the holy water ceremony a few days ago. I guess the emperor is also trying to make up for this child."

"I've heard that it's not just because of compensation. It's said that the prince is extremely smart and has both civil and military skills. That's why our emperor attaches so much importance to him. This time the entrustment is also to give him a title so that he can solve the problem of Beibei. The matter of desert bandits."

Qi Xinzhu frowned, standing sideways in the hall, watching Zhao Mingjing approaching calmly in his uniform, everyone's eyes were on him, he didn't change his face, but only looked at Qi Xinzhu when he passed by Qi Xinzhu at the end. He glanced.

Just as he thought, Qi Xinzhu's lips were pulled down, his eyes were cold, and he was angry.

"Your minister leads the decree, long live the father, long live, long live." He had no expression on his face, and he knelt down to thank him according to the etiquette. Every step was respectful and calm, so that no one could find anything to criticize.

Qi Xinzhu sat by the window with a condensed expression, and when he arrived, Zhao Mingjing came in from the window.

He pulled down the black cloth scarf on his face to Qi Xinzhu, revealing a handsome face, and called out in a low voice: "Ah Xing".

Qi Xinzhu frowned and lowered his eyebrows: "Don't call me, aren't you very capable? You are now king."

Now Zhao Mingjing has completely lost the calmness and composure he had in the hall just now.

With pleading eyes and a bit aggrieved tone, he said, "It's not that I don't want to discuss it with you, it's just that everything happened too suddenly."

When Qi Xinzhu heard this, he suddenly smiled, is he treating himself as a fool?

"Do you think I will believe it? Isn't everything in your calculations? Am I here?" Qi Xinzhu said again, "I am useless now, are you going to abandon me too? Don't contact me anymore?"

Of course he knew it was impossible, but he was indeed a little angry, alienated from Kallang violence, and didn't tell him such a big thing, what did he want to do?

Zhao Mingjing said a few words weakly and feebly, and then said: "Ah Xing, you should know that there is absolutely no way I will harm you."

Qi Hsinchu's expression softened, and he asked, "So what do you want to do?"

Zhao Mingjing also couldn't explain the deformed attachment in his heart, he looked deeply at Qi Xinzhu, and said, "I don't know, maybe I can know why after returning from Beimo?"

Qi Xinzhu looked at him with confusion, which had never appeared on his face before. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Instead, he rubbed his eyebrows wearily and said, "Take care."

Zhao Mingjing took his people to Beimo almost the next day. Qi Xingzhu saw him off on the tower that day, but he didn't tell him.

The system suddenly said, "Did you quarrel?"

Qi Hsinchu showed no expression, but denied it: "No, he just needs a little time."

The flags were flying above the city tower, but at the moment when he raised his head, it happened to block Qi Xinzhu's face, the building was the highest, and many people stood upright to watch him, but there was no one he most wanted to see.

The lieutenant suddenly approached him and asked, are you looking for someone?

Zhao Mingjing only pulled the rein, and said with a cold expression: "No."

The lieutenant general didn't speak any more, he was also trained in the barracks, in his heart.The Seventh Prince is just of noble status, and has no abilities, but his temper is still arrogant. It seems that this battle will be extremely uncomfortable.

But soon he was severely slapped in the face. What he didn't expect was that the Seventh Prince was the most proficient person he had ever seen in terms of martial arts and strategy. , attack it unprepared.

How could those unorganized and undisciplined bandits fight them.

Under his command, the soldiers of the Dachen Dynasty were like a sharp sword, and everything they pointed at was destroyed.

Successive news came back to the capital one after another. Even though life was hard and there were occasional yellow sands all over the sky, they were happy that all they breathed in their mouths, noses and cavities was yellow sand.

After annihilating one of their few fixed dens, Zhao Mingjing ordered a good night's rest.

Everyone slaughtered and ate the cattle and sheep in reserve, and there was laughter and laughter in the barracks where they were stationed. After seeing his treacherous strategy, no one dared to ignore this young general.

It's just that everyone knows that he is not arrogant, but he really seldom speaks.

But tonight.Under the blessing of a little alcohol, someone actually made a joke of him.

"Why does the seventh prince seem to be ascetic all day long, except for reading and thinking."

Someone booed: "Yeah, I didn't see anyone around the Seventh Prince. It seems that I didn't even bring a servant girl."

Usually, the coach will bring a few housemaids by his side.

Zhao Mingjing flipped over a leg of lamb and didn't speak.

But the men's jokes always twisted into inexplicable places.

Suddenly someone made a joke in the crowd, "The Seventh Prince is probably still a baby now."

Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this, they all drank some wine, their cheeks were slightly flushed, seeing the scale of the joke getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Mingjing said suddenly: "Hurry up and finish eating, so as to repair the loopholes in defense, Beimo people are cunning by nature. , I am worried that they will attack at night."

As soon as Zhao Mingjing left, the cold night wind at the border of the desert hit their faces, and they woke up a little bit.

The enemy army had been beaten to pieces long ago, how could they attack tonight, but they had to carry out the commander's order.

Zhao Mingjing returned to the tent, his heart was unusually calm, he took out the wooden hairpin from his close pocket, which was given to him by Qi Xinzhu.

These days, as long as he was free, he never missed him for a moment. Now that a month has passed, he can finally go back with the good news, but he still dare not face the dark thoughts in his heart.

He wanted to take him as his own, and wanted to see him crying in the corner of his eyes on the bed, but when he thought that Qi Xinzhu might hate him because of this, his heart ached unbearably.

He didn't know how to choose.

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On the day of Zhao Mingjing's return trip, Qi Xinzhu was teaching Yaoguang to study the orbits of stars.

"The trajectory of each star is different, and in many cases they are even irregular, so you must understand the meaning of certain star arrangements."

Yaoguang is a new national teacher, that child is smart, Qi Xinzhu thought that he is not dead yet, he can help her, and can also save her from detours, after all, her life is likely to be like fireworks .

Yaoguang looked at his absent-minded look, and suddenly said: "Aren't you going to go to the tower to have a look?"

Qi Xinzhu suddenly woke up from his thoughts, "Huh?"

Yaoguang glanced at him, put away their teaching aids, and said, "You have been distracted fourteen times in one morning, and you can't teach this kind of state well. I'd better accompany you to take a look."

Qi Xinzhu's old face flushed, is his heart so obvious?Or this kid is too smart.

He touched his nose in embarrassment, and climbed up the tower together with Yaoguang. The two of them standing together were really eye-catching, and Zhao Mingjing quickly saw Qi Xinzhu on the tall horse.

But Kaixin hadn't even held his gun yet, and he glanced at the cold-faced beauty standing beside him.

In all fairness, Yaoguang is very good-looking, and he was born in a family of tassel hairpins, with a noble temperament, but he doesn't like to laugh, wearing a light blue gauze dress, standing in front of Qi Xinzhu, it seems that the two are a good match.

Zhao Mingjing clearly felt a fire burning in his chest, and his whole body exuded a chill, as if he had won a battle at all.

That night, Qi Xinzhu slowly lit the candles in his room, feeling that the time passed really quickly, as if Zhao Mingjing had just bid farewell to him from here the night before.

As if there was a tacit understanding, although there was no sound, but when he turned his head, there was a person standing behind him, staring at him quietly.

Zhao Mingjing has now changed into a regular robe, and his hair crown has not been removed. He still looks the same as he saw on the tower at that time. It seems that he came here in a hurry.

Qi Hsinchu put the spices into the incense burner, and then slowly closed the carved lid, and a few thin smoke drifted out from the lid.

When he was about to turn around.Suddenly feeling that his body was hugged by someone, Qi Xinzhu's movements paused slightly, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, Zhao Mingjing's chin was gently placed on his shoulder and neck, rubbing gently, at this moment his , not like a heroic general, but like a bird returning to its nest.

Qi Hsinchu stood silently, the candles in the room were flickering, and the lights were dim, stretching the figures of the two infinitely.

Zhao Mingjing just stared at his profile and said for a long time, "I miss you so much"

With a hoarse voice, he continued: "When we marched to the border of the Northern Desert, there was a desert called the Kuyit Desert by the locals. There were few strong winds, and the sand layer was not too thick. There was an extremely beautiful flower growing there. , the petals are white, with a hint of blue at the edge, when they are in full bloom, they are shockingly beautiful in a yellow desert, at that time, I miss you very much."

The corners of Qi Xinzhu's lips twitched a little, then he turned his head and said, "Then, did the things that bothered you come to fruition?"

Zhao Mingjing's Adam's apple rolled a few times, his eyes were unwilling to leave his face for a moment, and he asked, "Don't you want to know what I'm struggling with?"

Qi Hsinchu looked a little helpless, and said, "If you want to tell me, I'll listen. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Zhao Mingjing shook his head extremely slowly, and said, "Actually, the person who should know the most is you."

Qi Xinzhu had doubts on his face, but the system had already been awakened in his heart.

Urging it: "Hurry up and record the screen, he is going to confess to me."

Zhao Mingjing looked at his ignorant expression and struggled a few times in his heart. What kind of expression would such a simple and kind person have when he knew such dirty thoughts in his heart?

Seeing that he was always silent, Qi Hsinchu said, "You don't have to force it." There was a bit of sadness and disappointment in his brows.

Zhao Mingjing suddenly supported his shoulders, pulled him into his arms, and then pressed his lips against those of the person opposite him.

He kissed extremely eagerly, and without any rules, he only focused on conquering the city, and he was telling him what his worries were.

Qi Xinzhu endured it passively for a long time, but he couldn't see Zhao Mingjing's expression clearly from the beginning to the end, because he covered his eyes with one hand.

It seemed that he had expected that he would be disgusted, and this kiss was just a last stand after missing her.