Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

When Nangong Jingnv heard the knock, she did not respond in the first time, but she calmly dropped the last stroke and said, "Who?"

Forty-nine: "His Royal Highness is an old slave."

Nangong Jingnu: "Come in."

Forty-nine went into the study with a pair of trays. He came to the book case and knelt and raised the tray high above his head: "My Highness, this is the most important gift from the latest. Your Majesty means that you will be sent back by Zhu Pi. . Please look around. "From beginning to end, the eyes of 49 were very clever to avoid the royal case.

Nangong Jingnv took the tray and placed it on the side of the case, and returned without looking up, "I see."

Forty-nine: "Old slave retires."

...

Nangong Jingnv handled the previous memorial in an orderly manner, and won the new concert newspaper.

The opinions of Xing Jingfu and the five princes Nangongda have been written above. If there is no objection, the Nangong Jingnu only needs to drop a "quasi" word with the cinnabar pen in her hand. If there is any objection, the opinions of the two people will be put Use a red pen to re-write the highest execution order and call it: Zhubiao.

The highest will of the dynasties and dynasties, only the words written by the emperor's royal pen can be called Zhu criticism.

In the past month, Nangong, who was ill in bed, suddenly improved his health. Although he was still under the supervision of the Five Prince Nangong, Zhu Pingquan returned to Nangong Rang's hands.

However, Nangong had given a will. Because of the inconvenience of half-body movement, he has now changed to left-handed Zhu Zhui, and the fonts have changed.

Many old ministers are grateful, and His Majesty is concerned that the world still cares about political affairs with a left handed pen ...

Not long after Qi Yan left, Nangong Jingnv was called daily by Nangong to "together for lunch", read from the old newspapers all the way, and approved the first one a month ago under Nangong's attention. A memorial ...

Suddenly, Nangong Jingnv shook her pen tip, and after a long silence, she held the royal pen with two hours on it and put it on the Jinlong pen.

Stiffen your waist and moved your shoulders. Take the memorial in front of you and read it carefully.

Jingjia ten years · September.

Chen, Qi Yan, the servant of the Ministry of Industry, kneels and sings.

Time is impermanent, Cao Gonghong's defense along the Luoshui coast is severely damaged, and the local people are miserable. Since March, His Royal Highness the Three Emperor Feng Feng and his ministers have rushed to the affected counties to manage Cao Gong.

Thanks to the benefit of the time, His Majesty Hongfu and the people worked together.

The minister, Meng Shengjun showed pity and lived in the position of minister of the Ministry of Industry. Although he was diligent and did not dare to slack off for a day, however, he was incompetent and often unconscious. He lived up to his grace and was extremely afraid. Fortunately, His Royal Highness and colleagues of the officials and ministers offered some help, and fortunately did not humiliate the mission.

Up to September; Cao Gong was damaged everywhere, flood prevention and repair have been completed, waiting for Qiuyu to check.

The minister dared to predict that the disaster relief trip would be over, but fortunately, the mission was a blessing of divine grace.

Nangong Jingnv's mouth can't help but evoke a silent bright smile. Through this humble wording and rigorous wording, Nangong Jingnv seems to see Qi Yan's solemn words.

In the past six months, she has seen hundreds of memorials. What she has to say is that the words and wordings of Qi Yan's memorials are the best in all the memorials. Although slightly obscure, they are very comfortable after reading.

Obviously it is a great achievement, but in the words, there is no trace of invitation, but all the credit is given to others, and he is a review and grateful attitude.

After watching this half-day memorial, Nangong Jingnv was long gone, and Qi Yan's memorial made her physically and mentally happy.

She tiled the memorial on the royal case, read it over and over again, and still couldn't help raising her hand, gently stroking the words on it, her eyes were soft and her expression was as if she was touching the owner's face.

Like cowardly like praise: "Coward ~! After so much hard work, even dare not write the invitation to the memorial?"

Nangong Jingnv took up the royal pen again, and drew the pen in the ring to dip it, and the memorial had been approved by Zhong Shu Ling and the Five Princes.

Zhong Shuling left two paragraphs, the content is roughly: warn Qi Yan to pay attention to the follow-up work, do not relax and be proud.

The fifth prince Nangongda wrote three words: I see.

Nangong Jingnu snorted softly, and flashed dissatisfaction in her eyes. She raised the imperial pen cleanly and neatly replied the master's comments, and found a blank space to write: reward.

...

Qi Yan wore a plain gown with meticulous hair on top of her head, wheat-colored skin glowing with healthy vitality, and amber-colored eyes exuding a touch of gentleness, watching the old woman in front of her.

The ordinary old woman of Wei Kingdom, Qi Yan's memory does not have this character.

The ancestral sacrifice was completed, and he continued to return to Beijing two days later.

To the aliens who stole the whole sheep, Qi Yan ordered people to dig a deep hole and watch the guards buried the people alive. But the two "Mother and Daughter" of the suffering Wei nationality were treated with Qi Yan.

The old woman swallowed, staring at the mountain and sea food at the table in front of her, but she dared not do it.

Qi Yan smiled without saying a word, picked up a bowl of crystal clear white porridge in person and sent it to the old woman: "Madam, you have been hungry for too long, your spleen and stomach are too weak to stand up to you, drink the porridge first, and then eat the meat Eat it. "

The old woman carried white porridge, and poured it into her mouth, whether it was hot or not, until a bowl of porridge bottomed out and remembered to thank her: "Thank you, my lord ... I am rude."

Qi Yan smiled indifferently, and filled the old woman with half a bowl again: "Madam, drink some more."

The old woman agreed so busy that after drinking the porridge, she looked at the roast chicken on the table, elbows ...

Regardless of the greasy hands, Qi Yan tore a chicken leg for the old woman and put it on a plate, watching the old woman gobble it, and put another chicken leg with two wings and chicken **** on the old woman's plate After taking the net cloth and wiping away the oil star on his hand, he clamped a chopstick, and put a dozen elbows on the old woman's dish.

Watching the old woman gobble eating, Yoyo said, "Ma'am, let me tell you a story."

The old woman buried her head and ate, "Oh!"

Qi Yan completely ignored the old woman's rudeness, smiled gently, and told a story.

A long, long time ago, there was a family of three who lived in a world of cattle and sheep, and had a simple folk customs. When the boy was three years old, his father and mother gave her a sister. The boy was very happy and vowed to protect her sister and protect the best. Give her, care for her and grow up safely, and then find the most brave and kind husband for her sister.

But when the boy was eight years old, a group of robbers broke into this paradise. The boy's father could not bear his third wife who was pregnant with Rokko, so he had to choose a loyal and fierce domestic servant to send out a pair of children. I hope they Can survive.

The brothers and sisters escaped for more than half a year or were caught up by the enemy. In order to protect the younger sister, the brother took the initiative to attract the enemy's chase and wanted to leave the chance of life to the younger sister. Unfortunately, ...

"amount……"

The old woman stopped abruptly, as if she was choked by something, her cheeks swollen, her mouth full of oil, her lips were desperately desperate, and she did not want to spit out the contents of her mouth.

Qi Yan's eyes were calm and he said to himself: "The brothers and sisters were separated in this way. The brother once thought that his sister was dead and no longer expected. Until she accidentally found a crazy girl with a family around her waist Imprint ... "

The old woman's flushed face appeared with consternation, staring at Qi Yan with her eyes wide open, and the painful sound of "forehead" in her throat.

Qi Yan smiled and opened her placket, and a lifelike wolf king tattoo appeared.

"Wow," the old woman seemed to see a ghost, fiddled the dishes on the table, and opened her mouth to spit out the food inside.

But his expression was still painful, and he was holding his throat, his eyes were incredible.

Qi Yan stood up, slowly tidying her placket, no longer looked at the old woman: "My mother's porridge was added with" yushisan ", which is a very precious medicinal material. The user will show symptoms of abdominal distension, edema of the limbs, In conjunction with overeating ... even if the pretense comes, you can only find out that it is dead? "

The old woman fell to the ground, twitching in pain, staring at Qi Yan, her eyes were fearful, begging, puzzled ...

Qi Yanju looked down at the old woman, his eyes sinking.

However, a round teardrop overflowed from the corner of the eye, and fell silently.

She raised her arm and saluted respectfully: "Mother-in-law must think that I will revenge, right? I, beggar Agula, sincerely thank you for treating my sister like a daughter, and caring for her without suffering more, but you see I passed the totem around her waist, ate enough of this meal, and settled down to be a satiated ghost. Begyan Agula will give you the end, and devote myself to a good family in my next life ... "

With a violent twitch, the old woman was less energetic and more energetic ...

Jingjia ten years, October.

The prairie prince who has been dormant for twelve years: Qiyan Agula, for the first time, killed a life and killed the benefactor who saved her sister.

...

The next day, the team returned to Beijing on the last day.

Qi Yan found the guard who caught the alien that day, and asked him to call the other guards who caught the alien, and do a private matter for her.

Qi Yan was very generous, and each person sealed twenty-two lines of silver as soon as they met: "Several people, this aunt is also pitiful. I originally wanted her to have a good meal and didn't want to die ... I asked some to run Let ’s bury the coffin of the aunt outside the city. ”

The guard took Qi Yan's silver and opened the flower long ago: "Master, rest assured, just leave our little things to our brother."

Qi Yan: "Qi has a shame in her heart. Let's go with you. I have no children and daughters. I will help her personally."

The guard said with admiration: "The grown-up is really a bodhisattva, and he can get such a gift from the official of the third grade. This old lady died without regret."

...

Outside the city, several guards opened their arms to dig a pit. Qi Yan proposed several times to dig the pit deeper. The old woman sacrificed without children to prevent the rain from rushing through the grave and exposing the coffin.

The big pit was dug well, and the old woman's coffin was put into it. From the box cage, Qi Yan took out a paper bag containing ten pieces of fragrant meatloaf, and took out a pot of wine to distribute to several people: "Several people worked hard, and something fell off the ground."

...

After half a quarter of an hour, all the guards bleed Qi Qiao and died instantly.

Qi Yan scooped the bodies of several people into a deep pit and picked up a shovel to bury it himself.

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