Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 162|The clearness of the prophet’s generation

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This night was first squally wind, then torrential rain, mixed with the deafening cannons.

The people in the inner city didn't dare to sleep anymore, and while instructing their families to guard the door, they waited nervously for news.

In the entire inner city, probably only the atmosphere in General Liu's mansion is unique.

Moli entered the bedroom, untied his coat and prepared to meditate and adjust his breath. Suddenly, his heart moved, but he just posed and closed his eyes, without real movement.

After a while, someone came to him silently.

"Doctor?"

Meng Qi tentatively called.

Mo Li didn't make a sound, and was about to see what Meng Qi was going to do, but he felt that his inner garment was gently pulled away.

"..."

This method of **** is quite clever. If the ink carp is an ordinary person and sleeps well, it is probably impossible to detect it at all. But Meng Qi clearly knew that this kind of small action would wake up the Moli, why did he do it?

——Could it be that you are waiting for yourself to become angry?

Mo Lei remained motionless and closed his eyes. He wanted to see how Meng Qique would continue to sing this scene.

The hand opened the skirt slightly, and it stopped as expected. Moli waited silently for Meng Qi to continue to make trouble. As a result, an aura approached infinitely. The warm breath seemed to be directly reflected in his chest, and Moli's body instantly stiffened.

What is this?

He opened his eyes abruptly, and Meng Qi also stepped back in time and looked at Moli steadily.

"What are you doing?"

"The clothes must be repaired if they are torn." Meng Qi paused and said seriously, "After dawn, the city will be under martial law again. If Liu Dan runs away with someone, where can we find new clothes? Make it up, otherwise the gap will get bigger and bigger."

Mo Lei was speechless, and it took a long time to say: "Then you can't just make up like this!"

The clothes are still on him, just like this, what does it look like?

Meng Qi casually said: "I called the doctor, but you didn't open your eyes. I think about it carefully, it's not as rude..."

"Which kind of trick is this?" Mo Li retorted. He looked at the tunic. There was a thread on it. The other end of the thread was tied to a needle. The needle was naturally in someone's hand.

Mo Lei felt stiff as soon as he thought of Meng Qi's effort to open the placket with his hands lightly, and then leaned in to sew it.

It is not only women who sew clothes.

In rural homes, almost everyone, regardless of gender, can sew up clothes. This is just like cooking with fire. You can't marry a wife or eat hot meals and always wear torn clothes. But in towns, people have surplus money at home, and there are women who do sewing business outside, so people don't need to do everything themselves. But for emergency, every family has a sewing kit.

Meng Qi just touched one from the Liu Mansion.

At this moment, the ink carp is dragged and broken, and it is not okay to let Meng Qi continue to make up.

"It's not rude if you didn't see it."

Meng Qi deliberately misrepresented the meaning of don’t look at indecent assault, and said casually, “The doctor upholds the gentleman’s way, I admire it in my heart, but I don’t think it’s impolite to get close to each other, so I’ll look at it more ."

"..."

This can be regarded as a strong word, and Moli couldn't find anything to refute.

"Otherwise, the doctor will take off his clothes first?"

"It's okay, brother Meng can make up for himself." Mo Li settled, pushed the person out of the door with his backhand, and at the same time closed the bedroom door with his internal force.

It's not ashamed, it's that being **** is too rude, no matter who you are in front of.

The exception to the worship hall.

Moli took off his clothes, looked at the thread, and couldn't help shaking his head.

He removed the needle and thread, re-stringed the double-strand thread, carefully aligned the cloth at the crack, and then started to move the needle.

As a doctor, he doesn't use gut gut less, and the martial arts master's eyesight can make no mistakes. Sewing clothes is fast and good, and the stitches are fine and well-proportioned. When the patch is finished, I wipe it with my hand, and the line is completely invisible on the surface of the cloth, as if it has not been broken.

Mo Li put on his clothes again, and went out to find that Meng Qi was sitting by the window holding his clothes honestly.

He walked quickly to Meng Qi's side and looked down. He saw that the broken part was only half filled. There was no stitching at all. He could only say that it was "sewn" on, and the clothes looked like a black stripe. Wire composed of bugs.

Moli: "..."

Fortunately, he didn't sew his own clothes for Meng Qi.

"Stop." Mo Li said grimly.

The skill is not good, but you have to be able to do it.

Meng Qi looked at the clothes on Moli and smiled. He put the clothes and needles into Moli's hands, his chest was exposed, and he only wore an outer shirt.

The cool breeze blows and the drizzle falls.

The hair leaning against the window is inevitably wet by the rain, but it is not too much.

Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi strangely.

Without him, Moli has never seen him like this. The otherworldly person suddenly changed his appearance and looked novel.

But after watching it for a while, Mo Lei looked away, don't look at any indecent.

Meng Qi was not disappointed, anyhow the doctor looked at him for a while.

Mo carp's clothes are half-filled, and I suddenly reminisce about it!

Fat Mouse scratched his clothes with his paws. In order to cover up his mistake, Meng Qi pretended that the clothes were not good and tore his own clothes. Now both of the clothes are torn. The culprit is Meng Qi. How did he make up the clothes? Man is himself? Does it make sense?

How did he get into this pit?

Mo Lei fell into deep thought at the needle in his hand.

When Meng Qi saw that the incident was revealed, he opened the window and jumped out without a trace.

"Wait, you..."

Moli stood up in shock, then silently swallowed the words "not wearing a shirt" back into his stomach.

Forget it, make it up.

I really want Meng Qi to mend his clothes, and Moli still thinks the stitching is an eyesore!

In fact, most men use this kind of craftsmanship. After all, they are not embroidered women, and they don't need any sophisticated stitching skills, just make up the clothes to wear. Meng Qi might have learned it before turning to Li Yuanze in his early years, and later became a national teacher. It was not his turn to sew clothes. It is estimated that Meng Qi returned to Shangyun Mountain after Li Yuanze slaughtered the hero.

The mood of Mo Li is complicated, but his subordinates are not slow.

Soon a piece of clothing was completed, and the ink carp wrapped the thread and put it away with the needle.

I didn't close the window, leaving a gap as usual. I went back to my bedroom thinking whether I was practicing internal energy or pretending to practice internal energy and waiting for Meng Qi to sneak back. Suddenly, I saw something exposed under the pillow.

He stretched out his hand and found that it was Mr. Jinshui's textbook.

Mo Lei was silent for a while to the notebook, looked up and saw that there was no one around, so he opened it calmly.

The original name is "The Story of the Golden Lotus". Those who wait for the evil spirits to see the title will think of the three-inch golden lotus, and then think of the beauty of these women, but this is a gimmick deliberately made by the man who sells the script. In fact, the script is talking about the golden lotus fairy in the jade pool in the sky, and he didn't play with the golden lotus feet wearing embroidered shoes at all.

The Chu Dynasty once issued an order not to allow women to bind their feet. Although many people quietly violated the order, this stubborn trend is not prevalent in Pingzhou, especially in the remote villages of Zhushan County, where the people work all day. If there is a lack of people to work in the family, where will my daughter be tortured by birth?

Moli did not understand the hint of Jin Lian when he read the title of the book. Just because many scripts were called Jin Chai Ji Yu Lian Ji or something, they thought it was a token of the book of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, Jin Lian accessories, etc. of.

When I opened the script, I found out that it was Fairy Jinlian, which was quite surprised.

Although the golden lotus fairy is beautiful and graceful, he is only one inch tall.

On the day of the full moon, the golden lotus fairy gains the aura of heaven and earth to restore her normal appearance, so she becomes a female fairy who has come and gone without a trace. Today, there was a spring breeze with the prime minister, and then disappeared. Next month, he found Tanhua Lang.

The script does not say why the Golden Lotus Fairy came to the world, why he was having fun, and he just described the joy of being overwhelmed and happy.

Ordinary people will be **** after seeing it, and they can't wait to plant a lotus flower to wait for the full moon night and then the beautiful woman will be in his arms.

Moli: "..."

This was originally written by the flower dealers in the capital who paid the money and invited the talented scholars to write down?

Otherwise, how could you write so clearly about the man's purchase of flowers? There are even details of which street and which shop!

Continue to read. The third one who bought flowers was a knight who wandered around the rivers and lakes, and the fourth one who got flowers was a poor scholar who taught in a library. It was the owner's flowers who went out when they died. The poor scholar couldn't bear to see it. Hold home, Fairy Jinlian repays you that night.

This...Why do you want to take a dead flower home?

Furthermore, the lotus flower is kept in the tank, and the scholar who has no hands to hold the chicken can hold a mouthful of the tank? Or pulled out the flower with the roots from the water tank? Does this really make Lotus die faster?

If you only bring flowers and flower roots, without a water tank, where do you keep them at home?

Moli was puzzled and jumped through the pages of the book. When he saw that the poor scholar put the flowers in the inkstone and filled it with clear water, he couldn't help rubbing his forehead with his fingers, and then closed the page heavily.

This kind of absurd script is not worthy of Mr. Jinshui's good painting!

Furthermore, Mr. Jin Shui of Laurel Laurel sneezed heavily and couldn't help wrapping the quilt tightly. He listened tremblingly to the outside movement. No matter who the rebels were, he only hoped that the capital would be restored to peace.

"Finally, go to Fengxing Pavilion to settle the bill and move to the country."

Mr. Jinshui said to himself that the capital is too dangerous.

***

"Where is the person? Come here!"

Lu Zhang struggled to get up from the bed. His whole body was in pain, but the imperial physician only said that it was a skin injury. This made Lu Zhang, who had just woke up, furiously picked up something and smashed it out.

He hasn't been asleep these days, but occasionally wakes up for a while, can hear people around him, but can't open his eyes. Lu Zhang was vaguely aware of the changes in the bedroom. The sweat from the pain would not be wiped off in the first place. The maid became more absent-minded when feeding the medicine, and even the concubines who should attend the sickness did not appear. .

He is not dead yet! Do these people dare not take him seriously?

Lu Zhang didn't think that because of the order to seal the palace, those concubines could not come if they wanted to.

The Zaifu of Wenyuan Pavilion is not good at mentioning matters related to the concubines, but the third prince simply ignores this matter. The palace people are the best at observing words and expressions. Seeing that Zaifu and the third prince are only willing to do the superficial Kung Fu, there is nothing else I don't understand. I was so anxious that I started looking for a backstop and changed backers.

Even people who don’t care about their future and have no ambitions should worry about whether the emperor will be buried with him after his death.

The Chu Dynasty did not say that there was no burial, and the Chen Dynasty did not have many such things, but Qi Chao had just started, whether it was a sentence from the successor emperor, and now no one can tell.

Even if the new emperor was kind and did not directly order his burial, it would be a terrible thing to be sent to guard the imperial tomb. Whether it is an old housemaid in forty or a maid under twenty, being trapped there since then is equivalent to the end of his life, and there will be no more changes.

Under such a heavy pressure, the palace people would inevitably be negligent when serving the unconscious emperor.

Actually, I did everything that was supposed to be done, but not so diligent. Take the candlelights in the sleeping hall as an example. The number of candles is the same as in the past, but no one cuts the lanterns in time. This leads to insufficient brightness in the palace. At first glance, it looks a little dim, as if there are fewer people.

"I am not dead yet!" Lu Zhang was furious.

He called several personal waiters' names, but no one responded.

I looked at the imperial physician again, and there was a complete set of people, but people knelt on the ground and kept looking out of the temple.

Lu Zhang was so angry that he stepped on the ground barefoot, wishing to copy his sword to kill.

The palace people in front of the bed knelt down with a thud, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty calmed down, there was a sound of artillery outside just now, but they went to check, they just... never come back!"

Lu Zhang's expression changed, he subconsciously asked: "Cannons? Not thunder?"

He did hear a loud noise when he was unconscious, and when he woke up, he heard the sound of rain, thinking it was a thunder.

The palace people did not dare to answer, and Lu Zhang was cold in his heart.

The firearms camp will never act rashly without receiving the imperial order. Whether it is a betrayal by the firearms camp or someone mobilizes the firearms camp under the guise of orders, this is not good news.

"What about the old three?" Lu Zhang squeezed a few words from his teeth.

The second prince and the third prince were angry with the rebellious party and committed a rebellion. Afterwards, the third prince pretended to be ignorant and pretended to send him to the bedroom with several ministers.

"Report to your Majesty that the three princes are gone." The palace man shivered.

Lu Zhang stood up abruptly, but the infuriating qi that Meng Qi deliberately penetrated into his meridians began to irritate again. He yelled in pain and fell on his back.

The people of the palace ditched to help. At this time, the door of the palace was kicked open, and the cold wind poured in.

Lu Zhang was so painful that he couldn't speak, his eyes widened.

A soft sedan was lifted up. The soft sedan was covered on all sides. It was not until the warm hall that someone stepped forward and opened the curtain. Only the prince was holding the cat, looking at the struggling emperor with complex expressions.

"You--"

"Father is ill, so please rest well."

The prince did not continue to lie in the East Palace, he must appear here.

Because he wants to let those Zaifu who are about to be brought here to see if the emperor is dying, or is he?

Although the prince grasped the good situation overnight, many people fought because they believed that the prince's condition had improved. If the prince could not hide the fact that his life was imminent, the hearts of the people would change again.

This is a boat. No matter when the boat sinks, people must be tricked into boarding.

The prince calmly calculated how long he could live and what he could do.

——Completely defeat Zhang Xiang's faction and retain Jiang Xiang who is ready to retire.

——The foreign dynasty must be purged, and the inner court must not let it go. The celebrity supervisor's palm seal must be done by a foresight and talented servant.

——Find the Sixth Prince and teach him how to sit as the emperor.

I have done everything he can, and he will have no choice but to die in the future.

Lu Zhang stared at the prince, as if to tear the son to pieces.

The prince was pale, but in good spirits, staring at the emperor coldly.

At this time, Jin Yiwei came to report, and the courtiers of Wenyuan Pavilion all invited over.

"Nizi, don't think about me writing an edict!"

Lu Zhang gritted his teeth and scolded, the prince raised his eyebrows, and said flatly, "I am a lone prince, and I don’t need to pass the edict to the emperor. The emperor belongs to me, so I won’t bother my father to write. "