I [Imperial] Am This Type of Man

At that time, everything was settled.

Spring water sencha, listening to flowers and listening to the piano.

Covered by the sound of the piano, his friend whispered, "Your Majesty, the general of the town, he means ..."

The words did not end, someone had reported that it was the town general who had returned and was coming towards this side. He quietly hid the food from his friend into his sleeve, sat upright and straightened his body, smiling at Wei Tingjun returning from the battle with a smile.

Wei Tingjun grew taller, and those eyes became deeper and deeper, making him more and more unsightly.

Everyone said Wei Tingjun intended to take the throne. Although he didn't believe it, he couldn't help thinking about it secretly. After much thought, he felt that if Wei Tingjun wanted the throne, that would be the best thing. The Da Zhou Dynasty was already distressed and shaky at home and abroad. It was originally supported by Wei Tingjun and a group of generals. If Wei Tingjun succeeds, the people should soon be able to live a stable life.

As for whether Da Zhou Guozhen could be passed on, he didn't really care.

From an early age, he spent most of his life on the sickbed, who would teach him what country, country, and country? He will, he won it little by little.

Seeing Wei Tingjun's face was not very good, he let his friends go first, and let the Fuqin people go first.

He smiled and said to Wei Tingjun: "A Lan has found a Nanyang luthier and said that the violinist's voice has a pure and pure purpose, and I think it sounds really good."

Wei Tingjun said with a black face, "It's even better to accompany the roast chicken in butter, right?"

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Wei Tingjun did not wait for his excuse, so he "scrambled" and scooped a greased paper bag from his sleeve.

There were two oily roast chicken legs inside.

Wei Tingjun did not hesitate to throw them into the pond to feed the fish.

He scolded indignantly: "The chaotic thief! You chaotic thief!"

Wei Tingjun was stiff.

Wei Tingjun knelt before him on one knee and asked, "Is it true that your court official is a chaotic thief?"

Wei Tingjun's gaze was so serious that he calmed down at once.

Wei Tingjun is now extremely powerful, avenging himself and taking power for him. Up and down the field, no one dared to touch its edge.

Did he doubt Wei Tingjun?

No, he didn't doubt it.

His body can't think of the past or the future, but he can only look good now. If he is in good health, maybe he will still think about whether Wei Tingjun is going to take the throne--as he is now, what is there to think about? If Wei Tingjun really wanted to grab his seat, he didn't need to do anything, just let him eat more greasy things—

Anyway, he can never control his mouth.

He stared at Wei Tingjun who was half-kneeling in front of himself, and after a long time he said, "No."

There was such suspicion on both sides of the court, and Wei Tingjun must be very upset.

He wanted to say to Wei Tingjun, "I will take over from you after I've done it," and swallowed it.

Wei Tingjun is the person who knows his physical condition best, but also the person who taboos anyone about it.

He still has a few days to live, and that's what he plans to do before then.

Thinking of this, he mentioned another thing: "Stone, when will you show me your sweetheart?"

Wei Tingjun's face became strange.

It's like struggling, it's like embarrassment, and you stop talking and don't answer for a long time.

He was a little angry: "Can't I even meet?"

Wei Tingjun said, "No."

He asked, "Have I met?"

Wei Tingjun said, "I've seen it."

He guessed a bunch of names, but Wei Tingjun said no.

He wanted to ask more clues: "What kind of person is she?"

Wei Tingjun did not answer.

"Is she good?"

"She looks good?"

"She is better than"

...

He asked a lot, but Wei Tingjun didn't tell him a word.

However, he still got the desired answer from Wei Tingjun's expression: it should be a girl with a gentle temper, a good looking, love to read, and tonal rhythm, but also knows some warfare, and can talk to Wei Tingjun. Accompany Wei Tingjun ...

A "Mulan" who joined the army appeared in his mind, and has followed Wei Tingjun around these years.

Just because she was mixed into the barracks as a woman, Wei Tingjun couldn't let her recover her daughter for the time being!

Even if that's the case, isn't it a problem?

No one will dispute!

That is to say, Wei Tingjun is upright, so he will keep to the rules.

He said, "You always take her to see me, right? In me—"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Tingjun reached out and covered his mouth, blocking his words in his throat.

He narrowed his eyes and blamed Wei Tingjun once again for "offending".

Wei Tingjun reached out and embraced him: "Your Majesty, don't say it. I beg you, never say it."

Wei Tingjun looks like someone covering his ears during a thunder.

It seems that as long as you cover your ears, the lightning and thunder in the sky will no longer exist.

When Wei Tingjun let go of his hand, he had an inexplicable feeling of loosing, and his heart was sour and astringent.

Even if he didn't say it, he lived one day less.

Wei Tingjun was afraid, he was even more afraid.

So he wants to see some happy things, such as a good friend Lin Liner, such as Wei Tingjun marrying a wife and having children.

He wanted to know that they would be fine in the future before leaving the world.

He doesn't have the word "future", they are different ...

He said, "You always let me see ..."

Wei Tingjun held his hand and said in a serious tone: "Next year, Your Majesty, early next spring, I will let you see him."

He looked at Wei Tingjun with a painful eyebrow when he spoke, knowing that Wei Tingjun still did not plan to let him see the "lover".

Wei Tingjun would say "early spring next year" because he can't live this winter, right?

He said, "OK."

Everyone knows that this is an agreement that can't be completed, but they all promise to take it seriously.

Maybe if he tries harder, he can live until the spring of next year ...

*

Ji Jinrong woke up from her dream.

It has been a long time since he dreamed of the past, and he doesn't always think about it.

After all, it wasn't very pleasant.

He was tormenting himself, and everyone around him was tortured.

Ji Jinrong tried to move around.

Can be sensitively controlled.

Being able to have a long life and a healthy body, as well as travel to the world one by one, is a kind gift from heaven.

Ji Jinrong sat up.

It's a thousand times ten thousand times better than it was in those days.

He shouldn't be too greedy, thinking that he must get what he wants.

There are so many unsatisfactory things in this world, no one can do everything!

He would like Feng Su so much, probably because Feng Su was the first person he met when he came to this world.

Feng Su's tenderness and strength made him feel dependent.

People are always like this, they have an inexplicable possessiveness of the person or thing they like.

This feeling was strange to him.

Because he never had the idea of ​​"possession" before.

After all, he didn't know if he could open his eyes the next day.

I want to "possess" this feeling.

Ji Jinrong finds this feeling somewhat novel.

Even the dullness of yesterday was much less.

As long as the child can really make Feng Su happy, let him stay.

Ji Jinrong jumped out of bed, dressed, and went out to exercise. He will soon be awakening his talent, and he does not know what kind of spiritual roots he can have! When he becomes a practitioner, he can officially start practicing.

When he becomes stronger, Wei Tingjun should notice him?

I don't know what kind of person Wei Tingjun has become in this world.

Thinking of her depression yesterday, Ji Jinrong is inexplicably guilty. He shouldn't be fond of Feng Su, right?

Ji Jinrong was guilty for a little while, and soon calmed down. His body is less than ten years old, and he has more than enough heart and power! What's more, Feng Sui is ten years older than him. His dependence on Feng Sui should be his elder brother—even his father.

Ji Jinrong sorted out her mood and was refreshed.

He seriously practiced a set of punches, and when he raised his fists, Lian Ping came over.

Lian Ping rarely comes here.

Ji Jinrong shouted in surprise: "Alian!"

Lian Ping frowned.

He asked Ji Jinrong: "Ajin, follow along." He looked dignified, "Go to Master."

Ji Jinrong's heart throbbed.

He shouted fat, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Lian Ping said: "A Su said he found the blood of the emperor."

Ji Jinrong's heart sank slightly.

First emperor bloodline?

Speaking of which, he was not the son of the first emperor, but he was singled out from the royal family. If the emperor has a son-in-law, many people may jump out to support each other-he is not yet ten years old, his talent has not been awakened, and Sheng Bai's double election of him to be a "king" is actually a gamble.

If he is talented, she wins.

If he is poorly talented-not even talented, she will be the target of criticism!

At first Sheng Baishuang didn't hold much hope for him, but just wanted to delay the outbreak of chaos in Da Luan as much as possible. In recent years, he has demonstrated his powerful ability to "collect money". Da Luan's finances have greatly improved, and other areas have also made rapid changes.

As long as he successfully awakens, his succession to the throne will be fully convincing.

Unexpectedly, Feng Su would bring back a "blood of the emperor" at this time.

Ji Jinrong thought of those eyes hostile to him.

Why does Feng Su do this?

In doing so, he pushed Sheng Baishuang and Lianping to the cusp of the wind!

And if the child is really the blood of the emperor, then he will undoubtedly be questioned by all parties.

Therefore, Feng Su really has the same sympathy with that child—want to help the child get back everything that belongs to that child?

The four years of living together can not be more than a sympathy for the same disease.

Ji Jinrong was sitting on a fat back, and felt the wind blowing a bit cold.

Perhaps Feng Su was tired of it.

Bored of the days to coax him.

Tired of being despised and ridiculed.

Ji Jinrong thought clearly, but his heart was not uncomfortable.

It's all human.

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He couldn't give Feng Su what he wanted, so let Feng Su get it by himself.

It should be Feng Su's care for his remuneration over the past four years.

When Ji Jinrong followed Sheng Baishuang's residence with Lian Ping, he looked calmer than ever.

The childish face had calmness and calmness that did not match his age.

Ji Jinrong's eyes fell on Feng Su and the "blood of the emperor".

The "Emperor's Bloodline" seemed to notice his sight, and clenched Feng Su's robe firmly.

Ji Jinrong looked in her eyes, and her lips turned into a smile.

To be a monarch, such a cowardice is not enough. I don't know how Feng Su will teach him well.

Ji Jinrong did not care who would sit on the throne, but only the impact of this incident on Sheng Baishuang.

Sheng Baishuang was already very tired.

As a woman, she had to face questions from all sides and carry the National Games of the Da Luan Dynasty.

He couldn't even return by pointing at his nose with the Thai owner.

Sure enough, Ji Jinrong saw Sheng Bai's eyes full of exhaustion and disappointment.

Sheng Baishuang said, "Ajin, come here."

Ji Jinrong walked towards Sheng Baishuang.

He felt Feng Su's gaze followed him.

Ji Jinrong walked to Sheng Baishuang and looked up towards Feng.

Feng Su was still looking at him, without any evasion, as if trying to see his expression at this moment.

Ji Jinrong smiled lightly: "A Su didn't tell me when you found the elder brother, which made me jealous for a long time last night, thinking that A Su just picked up a child and slept with him!" He teased with a bit of tone However, his eyes were very peaceful. "If it was the child left by Uncle Huang, you must be keeping your guard."

Lest you be harmed.

Hearing Ji Jinrong saying "pick it up", the boy turned pale.

There was a trace of hatred under his eyes.

Feng Su's eyes were gloomy.

Ji Jinrong stood beside Sheng Baishuang, "Xianhuang Bloodline" stood beside him.

Soon, Lian Ping came in with Yan Hongyu. They walked to the side of Sheng Baishuang and stood behind Sheng Baishuang and Ji Jinrong.

Clear and distinct.

Sheng Baishuang stared at Ji Jinrong.

Ji Jinrong turned his head, stared at Sheng Baishuang for a moment, and said earnestly: "You have been criticized for pushing me to this position. If you can verify the identity of the elder brother, you don't need to worry anymore-the elder brother Talent is certainly not a problem. "

Hearing Ji Jinrong's words, the boy's clenched fist was released again.

Yeah, his talent is definitely okay. By then, this obtrusive guy should get out of the way.

Everything that this annoying guy has should be hiss!

Sheng Baishuang took a deep breath.

She was really disappointed with Feng Su.

She doesn't want to admit her identity as "the emperor's bloodline," but Feng Sui can bring people back-or talk to them before bringing them over.

Feng Su brought people directly to reveal the identity of the "first emperor's bloodline", which undoubtedly pushed them all to the opposite side.

If they were to protect Ji Jinrong, this "first emperor's bloodline" would definitely hate them-and even more hate Ji Jinrong.

This child--

Do you hate them so much?

Sheng Baishuang said, "Everything will wait until the talent is awakened."

Even if it is really the blood of the emperor, if there is a problem with the mother family, the talent may not necessarily meet the requirements of the "king".

Not to mention that it is not necessarily the blood of the emperor.

Sheng Bai opened his mouth, and things were settled.

Sheng Baishuang asked Feng Sui to take the boy back first, leaving Ji Jinrong.

*

After Feng Su left, Sheng Baishuang let Ji Jinrong sit down.

Sheng Baishuang said, "Ajin, you don't seem to be sad."

Ji Jinrong said: "It's good, Ah Su can find what he wants." He was a passer-by of this world and should not have the idea of ​​"possession". If he finds Wei Tingjun in the future, that guy might be angry if he sees him close to Feng Su over the years.

It is just that he is not a "monarch", and some things may not be so convenient.

However, maybe he is going to be "dead", not this Da Luan Dynasty?

He hasn't even awakened his talent now, and it is possible to delay the reunion with Wei Tingjun.

Perhaps Wei Tingjun is not interested in the small Da Luan Dynasty.

The highest position in the world should be "Holy Saint"!

The Holy One is 100 years old.

That is to say, only one person in a hundred years can successfully “sanctify”.

And the "Holy Saint" saint will become the master of this world.

Maybe Wei Tingjun's goal is this!

When his talent is awakened, and when he doesn't have to stay in the "monarch" position, there will be more opportunities to touch everything in this era.

Therefore, Ji Jinrong is not sad.

Sad and jealous of these strange emotions, he had already been taught last night.

But that's it.

Ji Jinrong's eyes were burning: "Sister Sheng, if you don't need to be a teacher, can you return to the door!"

Sheng Baishuang touched Ji Jinrong's bright eyes, and his heart shrank slightly. Teacher's door? She hadn't remembered for a long time.

I ca n’t think, I dare not think.

When she thought about it, she would think of those eyes that were so bright.

I remember the last eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

Think of the last sentence "Sheng Baishuang, you must not die."

It is nothing to die for, it is terrible to live with the fate of countless people.

Sheng Baishuang sighed.

After a long time, she said, "It's time to go back." She rubbed Ji Jinrong's hair, "A Jin, would you like to go back with me?"

Ji Jinrong's eyes brightened, "Yes!"

Sheng Baishuang's ancestors were people who had once been "sanctified". If they could go to the door of Sheng Baishuang, they might know what happened to "sanctified".

Moreover, Sheng Baishuang was also very tired.

She could barely hold on to her alone.

Since Feng Su wants it, let Feng Su take it away.

Power and status have never been what Sheng Baishuang wanted.

Those who left Sheng Baishuang in the Da Luan Dynasty only had the word "responsibility".

Ji Jinrong opened his hand and hugged Bao Sheng Bai Shuang, and said cheerfully, "Then we said OK, and we will leave when the child's talent is awakened."

Sheng Baishuang saw Ji Jinrong full of enthusiasm and listened quietly without saying anything.

She always felt that it was not easy to leave.

Even if you want to leave, you have to arrange everything.

Feng Sui had offended too many people in the past. If he was allowed to take over the position of the National Teacher, it would be difficult to convince the public. Is Lian Ping going to stay?

With Lian Ping's temper, I am afraid that he is not willing to leave the blood of the emperor.

And Feng Su and Lian Ping have always been rusty ...

Ji Jinrong sighed in his heart when she saw the uneasy sadness between Sheng Bai's eyebrows.

He knew that Sheng Baishuang was definitely not worried about how he got away, but about Feng Sui and how the little boy stood firm.

It was because knowing that Sheng Baishuang's position would be like this, he calmed down his mood at the fastest speed and offered to leave with Sheng Baishuang.

If he is not convinced and wants to grab a fight with "Xianhuang Bloodline", Sheng Baishuang will certainly be in a dilemma.

As for Feng Sui ...

Maybe it will be difficult.

After all, so far, Feng Su has not killed him. At that step, I am afraid that the last friendship between him and Feng Su is over.

Ji Jinrong thought about it and said to Sheng Baishuang, "Can I move here?"

Sheng Bai doubled for a moment. She looked at Ji Jinrong's calm eyes, thinking about Ji Jinrong's dependence on Feng Su over the past few years. She was rarely close to anyone, and even Feng Sui was no exception, so she was only disappointed in the face of it-not very angry and sad. But how can Ji Jinrong and Feng Su get along with each other, how could it be accepted as calmly as her? Today Feng Su is doing this kind of thing, I am most sad that Ji Jinrong is right.

Sheng Baishuang naturally couldn't bear him to face Feng Su and that "blood of the emperor" day and night.

She agreed to Ji Jinrong's request: "I asked Lian Ping to pack things with you."

Ji Jinrong said, "No, I still have something to say to Ah Su."

Sheng Baishuang didn't say much, so Ji Jinrong returned to his residence.

When Ji Jinrong returned to the room, he saw Feng Su sitting there, just like sitting in his room countless times in recent years.

Ji Jinrong stunned and shouted, "Asu."

Feng Su heard Ji Jinrong's voice and trembled.

He looked up at Ji Jinrong, his jade-like face was calm and unpredictable.

Ji Jinrong said, "Auction house, here you are."

Feng Su froze.

Ji Jinrong said: "Beidou, also for you."

Feng Su stood up and looked at Ji Jinrong's calm face.

Obviously less than ten years old, but with unspeakable composure.

Feng Su softly said, "Ajin, are you angry with me?"

Ji Jinrong said, "No." He stepped forward, embracing Feng Su's neck gently as before. This is the last time, this is the last time, and they cannot be so close again in the future. Even if it is for Feng Su's goodness to him in recent years, he will not be angry with Feng Su-even if it will be sad, unwilling, and sooner or later will let go. Ji Jinrong quickly let go of his hand. "You give them all you want. They were built by you."

Feng Su stared at Ji Jinrong.

Ji Jinrong wanted to tell Feng Su to take them all in his own hands, but think of Feng Su's method and relax. Even if the "Xianhuang Bloodline" did not treat Feng Su sincerely, Feng Su could not suffer-not to mention that the child looked so dependent on Feng Su.

As for what will happen to them in the future, he can no longer control it.

Ji Jinrong said, "I'll clean up later and move to Sister Sheng. You ..." He paused, or said, "Be sure to be happy, don't worry about everything."

Feng Su clenched his fist and still wanted to see what he wanted to see from Ji Jinrong's face: "A Jin, you are really angry with me."

Ji Jinrong's eyes were peaceful, and he did not avoid Feng Shuzhuo's sight at all: "No."

He grabbed Feng Su's palm and spread it out, putting the seal of the auction house and Beidou's token in it.

"Give you."

After saying that Ji Jinrong called up fat and started packing.

Feng Su looked aside.

Ji Jinrong didn't have much to take away, and he quickly finished packing. Leading Chubby past Feng Su, Ji Jin stepped forward and said to Feng Su: "Goodbye."

Feng Su didn't speak to him.

Ji Jinrong is gone.

When the figure of Ji Jinrong disappeared, Feng Su severely threw the seal and token in his hand to the ground.

The back of the hand showed blue veins.

Ji Jinrong said, here you are.

He has been trying his best to catch it, but Ji Jinrong said generously "to you."

He didn't believe in this monarch, Ji Jinrong didn't want to fight back!