The lucky star of rebirth

Chapter 128 Return
"Bastard..."

Emperor Qingfeng threw the report on the ground, looked at the deputy commander of Jin Yiwei who was kneeling on the ground, and cursed: "Useless things, even a little bit can't be found out."

"The humble minister is incompetent."

The deputy commander of Jin Yiwei knelt on the ground, sweat rolled down his forehead but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

"So incompetent, what's the use of you waiting." Emperor Qingfeng was obviously furious, he explained the matter in Renshou Palace, but after so long investigation, he didn't have any clue, how could he not be angry?
Today, someone tampered with Renshou Palace and Qingning Palace, and tomorrow someone tampered with Qianqing Palace. This imperial palace was his home, and everyone came to his house, how could he be safe.

"I beg your Majesty to punish you." The deputy commander of Jin Yiwei did not shirk at all, and looked at Emperor Qingfeng with piercing eyes.

Emperor Qingfeng almost said that he wanted to punish him, but at the end of the day, he thought that the deputy commander was honest, not only dedicated to his duties, but also a very capable person, and he had never made any mistakes before. The punishment for one incident seemed like a big deal, so he had no choice but to endure the words that came out of his mouth.

Waving his hand, Emperor Qingfeng said impatiently: "I'll give you another five days, if you can't find out again, you will be dealt with according to your crime."

The deputy commander obviously breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him with a nod and quit.

Seeing the deputy commander go out, Emperor Qingfeng couldn't help but think to himself, it would be great if his son Cheng Huaijin was here at this moment, with his methods, how could he not find out.

However, thinking of Cheng Huaijin who was still on his way back in Sichuan, Emperor Qingfeng couldn't help sighing, it's a pity, he doesn't know when he will come back.

At night, Ji Songxian bowed her head and wrote under the lamp like flying, and paragraphs of exquisite words appeared in her pen.

After writing the beginning of the book of Cultivating Fate, Ji Songxian breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know how to cultivate immortals. Everything was just based on imagination, probably because there was too much knowledge in her mind. Ji Songxian only felt that the whole person seemed to be Slowly changing, digesting some things, the temperament will improve a bit, and the mind will become more flexible.

And because she knows more, her imagination is more abundant, Ji Songxian thought, this is probably what later generations call the development of the brain domain.

Many things that she didn't dare to think about before, now she just thinks they are ordinary, and, relying on this imagination alone, Ji Songxian has constructed a world of cultivating immortals that is magnificent, gorgeous and ethereal.

All kinds of exotic flowers, exotic animals, and various methods of cultivators gradually appeared in Ji Songxian's mind, and a world seemed to be taking shape.

Ji Songxian's eyes became brighter, his mind became clearer, and he wrote like a god's help. Without thinking about it, an attractive story unfolded, and gradually became better, and the world became more and more magnificent.

Ji Songxian didn't care about rest, he continued to write with his pen, and he didn't care about what was going on outside. He even forgot where he was now, only the world he wrote, and those men and women who were troubled by disasters but blessed with shocking fortune main character.

At some point, a black shadow stood beside Ji Songxian, seeing that she didn't check, he didn't bother her, but quietly looked at the beautiful words she wrote.

She wrote with fascination, and that person was also fascinated by it. For a moment, the room was silent but it didn't look lonely at all. On the contrary, it seemed that there was warmth and warmth flowing in it.

The man was tired from standing, so he lightly moved some cushions, and a large chair with a pillow came over, and the whole person sank into the chair, not looking at the manuscript, just watching Ji Songxian lost in thought.

He carefully traced Ji Songxian's delicate eyebrows and eyes, his calm but very comfortable expression, and that bright red, extremely attractive red lips.

At some point, the man was tired and his eyelids were clenched, but he didn't force himself to lean on the chair and fell asleep.

When Ji Songxian was also tired from writing, he put down his pen and rubbed his wrist. When he looked around, he couldn't help being surprised. He really didn't expect Cheng Huaijin to enter the room without a sound, without any movement, and fell asleep so reassuringly and boldly. up.

After being surprised, he was a little funny and moved.

She got up and took a quilt and gently covered Cheng Huaijin.

Cheng Huaijin, who usually sleeps very lightly, would wake up whenever there is a turbulence, but now fell into a deep sleep. Ji Songxian's movements did not wake him up at all.

Seeing that he was not moving, Ji Songxian went over to touch his forehead and the palm of his hand, and felt a little distressed and worried when his hands were cold.

After thinking about it for a while, she realized that Cheng Huaijin must have had a bad time during this time, eating and sleeping outside, and taking His Majesty's mother on the road, not knowing what kind of dangers she encountered along the way. Just after a heavy snowfall, he may have suffered some serious crimes.

It's just that the first thing this person came back from such exhaustion was to come and see her, and to see how engrossed she was in writing without being disturbed in the slightest. With this kind of intention, anyone might be moved.

Ji Songxian moved a chair and stood beside Cheng Huaijin, looking at him with a smile, but holding Cheng Huaijin's hand tightly with his right hand.

Cheng Huaijin slept very deeply this time, but he has always been a light sleeper, and he is a martial arts practitioner, so he woke up after not sleeping for a long time. When he woke up, he felt the warmth of his palms. The piece is warm and delicate, and one can tell that it is a woman's hand. The corner of the mouth curled up into a slight smile, and a face that is usually condensed and frosted is a little more warm and comfortable: "Have you finished writing?"

"En." Ji Songxian responded softly, "When did you come back?"

Cheng Huaijin got up, and by the way also pulled Ji Songxian up: "Just arrived."

Touching his empty stomach, he actually showed a bit of aggrieved expression: "I've been on the road for a long time, and I haven't eaten anything all day today. Is there anything to eat?"

It's such a cold day, and it's late at night, Ji Songxian doesn't want to bother people to get food, and she doesn't want others to know that Cheng Huaijin is in her room, so she gave Cheng Huaijin a blank look, and then He smiled again: "Wait."

She put on a big dress and turned around to go out. After a while, she brought in a small pot and held the food box in the other hand. She filled the pot with water and put it on the stove. Then she opened the food box and put the snacks inside. A plate was brought out and placed on the table, some small wontons were placed at the bottom of the food box, Ji Songxian took it out and threw it into the pot.

Cheng Huaijin was sitting at the table drinking hot tea and eating some cold dim sum. Although the dim sum was not as delicious as it was because it had been left for a long time, it was an unlimited enjoyment in his mouth. It's like eating the most delicious food in the world.

Ji Songxian sat on a small stool and stirred the wontons in the pot with a long time. After a while, the wontons were cooked. Ji Songxian had no dishes in his hands, so he took the pot off the stove and waved to Cheng Huaijin: "You can eat like this." how?"

Cheng Huaijin was not picky, she nodded with a smile, and moved a small stool to sit beside Ji Songxian, slowly eating wontons with a small spoon.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Cheng Huaijin narrowed his eyes: "It tastes really good."

"Perhaps it's because you haven't eaten for a long time." Ji Songxian rolled his eyes at him: "It's just that the cooks made too much stuffing, and the stuffing inside is not very good. What's so delicious about it, which lacks oil and salt? "

Cheng Huaijin handed over the spoon in his hand: "Try it, it's really delicious."

Seeing his bright eyes and a happy smile on his face, Ji Songxian really thought that the wontons with plain fillings would suddenly become delicious, so he couldn't help but lowered his head and took a bite. delicious.

"Eat another one." Cheng Huaijin quickly threw the wonton that Ji Songxian took a bite into his mouth, and took another one with a spoon and sent it to Ji Songxian's mouth. Ji Songxian took a good bite, but this time he didn't To make Cheng Huaijin fulfill her wish, she ate the whole wonton in one bite.

Cheng Huaijin sighed slightly: "The half of it just now was really delicious, but it's a pity that there is only half of it."

Ji Songxian understood what he was talking about, and he was both angry and funny, and couldn't help spitting: "You're talking nonsense, if you say it's delicious, I'll tell you to eat wontons every meal from now on."

"As long as it's made by you, I'll be happy to eat it for the rest of my life." Cheng Huaijin grasped Ji Songxian's hand, with tenderness in his eyes.

That person who waits coldly in front of others can actually say such sweet words. For a moment, Ji Songxian's heart is full of tenderness and sweetness, and he feels that with this moment, he will live up to this life.

She is a person who values ​​love and righteousness, and she is somewhat idealized, more emotional than rational, otherwise she would not have done something to fight against all relatives in the Rongwei Hou Mansion for Cheng Ping'an. Although things have changed now, in her bones , or that sensitive person.

Listening to Cheng Huaijin's sympathetic words, the two of them guarded the stove and ate simple wontons, which seemed to be the most beautiful thing. At such a time and such a situation, even a god would not change it.

Therefore, Ji Songxian thought, no matter what happens to Cheng Huaijin in the future, even if he is really tabooed by His Majesty and will not end well, so he will give up his life to accompany him because of his friendship.

Although there were a lot of wontons cooked, Cheng Huaijin ate them quickly and finished them in no time. Not only did he finish eating the wontons, but he even drank the soup from the pot.

After eating and drinking enough, Cheng Huaijin talked to Ji Songxian, only talking about the scenery seen on the road, but did not mention the dangers on the road, and said that he brought many good things for Ji Songxian, and waited for tomorrow. send it.

However, when Ji Songxian saw an extra scar on his hand inadvertently, he could guess that he must have encountered many things.

Since Cheng Huaijin didn't say anything, Ji Songxian followed his will and didn't ask at all. The two only picked up happy things to talk about. people and things.

After talking for a while, Cheng Huaijin suddenly said, "Don't worry."

Ji Songxian was taken aback: "What am I worried about?"

"It's about Cheng Guogong's mansion." Cheng Huaijin held Ji Songxian's hand tightly: "They have some ability, they even found out my origin, and want me to recognize my ancestors, hum, what they think is really beautiful .”

"This matter is not easy." Ji Songxian bowed his head, really worried: "This dynasty rules the world with filial piety, and you are the son of Cheng Guogong. If, if you don't recognize him, if the people of Cheng Guogong's mansion Publicizing it will inevitably hurt your reputation, you..."

(End of this chapter)