Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 302|If you obstruct your eyes

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The two parties guarded outside the house, cold-eyed, and the atmosphere was stiff.

As if the fight will start in the next moment.

This is the royal palace. I dare not say that it is infinite. At least it is unfamiliar and dangerous to the forces of the arena.

Furthermore, Qiu Jing only brought two henchmen, sneaked into the palace quietly, without disturbing the guards outside.

It's just that Cheng Jingchuan cautiously laid a lot of defenses around him, including the masters dispatched from Fengxing Pavilion, so when she appeared, she inevitably caused a wave of chaos. The people in Fengxing Pavilion looked at each other, aside from embarrassment and intense anxiety.

Qiu Jing's confidant kept them under a tight watch, preventing these people from whispering.

The palace's room is nothing but large enough, and with the barriers of the inner temple screens and outer temple windows, no matter how high the martial arts is, it is difficult to hear what is going on inside.

The Janissaries were still calm, and the people of the quagmire couldn't do it.

"Lao Luo, where are you from here?"

A goatee man dressed as a guard said to his confidant who has been with Qiu Jing all the time, "Isn't the young master in the north?"

The other party didn't buy it at all, and said coldly: "It's the pavilion master, and Fengxing Pavilion has no so-called young master."

"Hey, Lao Luo, you are boring to talk about this. Outsiders call Mr. Qiu, what do we call?" Goatbeard rolled his eyes and quibbleed, "We are called En Gong, the old master, because Mr. Qiu and the young master We all have the grace to help us survive. If there is no Fengxingge, our brothers will either be black and black on the rivers and lakes, or set up a small gang to fight for a little bit of money. Let alone get married and start a business, I am afraid that we will not even be able to save our own lives. ."

Lao Luo ignored him, his goatee became more and more vigorous, and raised his voice: "I admit that the young master has the ability and the wrist to make our Fengxing Pavilion today's prestigious reputation, but we must not forget our roots. The original manpower of Fengxing Pavilion is Where did it come from? Who made the cash for the turnover? Isn't it Mr. Qiu?"

He walked up to Lao Luo and said arrogantly: "Mr. Qiu doesn't like us calling him a benefactor, but we can't forget this. What's wrong with the young master? Without Mr. Qiu, she... she can Have today?!"

The goatee originally intended to say a few ugly words, but he swallowed the words to his lips.

Mr. Qiu has only one daughter after all, and she is no worse than his son.

Although the goatee thinks in his heart that the woman should embroider and sew at home to cook, but if he speaks it out, he will completely offend Qiu Jing, and maybe even offend Mr. Qiu.

Lao Luo held back his anger, his fists squeezed and his bones made a crisp sound.

Goatbeard thinks that it’s right, and takes a step forward without reluctance: "Lao Luo, my brother has advised you for so many years. Mr. Qiu and Cheng Xiaowei are only rough. They have to do more than just sell the news and mix things up. , Young Master is great, but she is a woman after all."

The guards watching by the side were a little surprised. They can stand here, naturally, they are extremely trustworthy.

——Mr. Qiu didn’t have a son. Didn’t his daughter also die of illness many years ago? Otherwise, you can get Cheng Jingchuan?

Their ideas are very common, and they are the ideas of most people this year.

Regardless of ability, the father's stuff should belong to the son. Without a son, son-in-law and students can do well.

Suddenly the eyes of some people looking at the house changed. Cheng Jingchuan has not been married so far. Is it possible that--

No wonder the favor of the three county lords, no one takes it seriously!

The Guards thought they understood the key, but Fengxingge really started fighting.

Lao Luo hit the goatee with a fist in the face, as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest, and there was a sound of drawing knives and swords in the yard.

"You!"

The goatee jumped up and was about to do it, but was pushed aside by a tattooed old man.

"Okay, what does it look like?!"

This tattooed old man has quite a bit of prestige. When he uttered his voice, both sides temporarily stopped

However, this old man with tattoos belonged to Cheng Jingchuan. He held a delicate snuff bottle and sniffed it before he slowly said: "Hun Jianglong speaks terribly, he shouldn't be like this. It’s right to offend the young master. No matter how the young master has the patience, she is also Mr. Qiu’s daughter. If it weren’t for Mr. Qiu to understand the righteousness, would she be able to make the achievement today? If you don’t want to be a man, you are a child. Shouldn’t you thank your parents for the flesh and blood, and teach you the grace of nurturing?"

The implication of this is that Qiu Jing's natural talents are the credit of Qiu Si, and his later skills are also the credit of Qiu Si.

Even Fengxing Pavilion was able to survive in the arena at the beginning, and it was inseparable from Qiu Si's plan. There was no person who received his kindness, without the money he gave, and without the channels in his hands, a new boudoir woman. , Hasn't been swallowed so much that there are no bones left? Even if Qiu Jing had the ability to compete for a place in this martial arts, it would take decades to say nothing.

Fengxing Pavilion has reached where it is today in only ten years.

Lao Luo's face is blue and purple, looking at the smug goatee, he can't wait to have his teeth knocked out.

Outside the sword is tense, but inside it is calm.

Qiu Jing has been on the road for several days and nights, and people have been exhausted to the extreme. If they had no internal strength to support them, they would have fallen down a long time ago.

Even so, her eyes are still bright as fire.

Blood relationship is a delicate bond. Qiu Jing doesn't look like Qiu Si, and her temperament is quite different, but these eyes make Cheng Jingchuan feel pressured.

Without a trace, he averted his gaze, lifted the purple clay pot on the table, and slowly poured out a cup of tea that was made just right.

"Autumn Pavilion Lord, please."

This is the first time Cheng Jingchuan and Qiu Jing have met.

Before this, they all knew that there was a person like the other who hadn't met seriously. At most, Qiu Jing, who is the master of the pavilion of Fengxing, mixed in the crowd to look at Jingchuan during the process, because Cheng Jingchuan was regarded as a man of Ningtai City for a certain period of time, and he was attracted by King Ning's third daughter.

In the eyes of others, Cheng Jingchuan does not have a prominent surname, is not a scholar of imperial examinations, and can't get any relationship with classmates in the same year. He may have nothing but a face. The three princesses have always been wanton. In fact, civilians, scholars, and even Taoist monks brought them into the mansion. As long as the door is closed, no one cares about you. But focusing on military attachés of high rank is different. The key point of being an official is to be an errand. You can't go missing for no reason. If a person is unwilling to be a mistress, it is impossible to take a captive.

——To be honest, even if the three princesses want to take them, Cheng Jingchuan is not a scholar who has nothing to do with his hands.

As for other traps and traps, in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes, they are like child's play. Just imagine that he can't even hide these. How can he live under the hands of Qiu Si?

This one and two trips aroused the curiosity of many people, wanting to see how sacred Cheng Jingchuan is. Cheng Jingchuan also took advantage of this momentum to attract the eyes of many dignitaries. Perhaps most of them were just to see jokes and get a post-dinner tease, but there is no shortage of truly talented people's appreciation of Cheng Jingchuan.

It's not difficult to turn a bad thing into a good thing, but how to survive the gossip.

For example, King Ning can't let King Ning think that this little captain has corrupted the reputation of the royal family, and find a reason to get rid of him.

"You can make it to this day, even I think it's not easy for you." Qiu Jing slowed down and tried to make herself less aggressive.

Across a few cases, the mist of the tea slowly rises, changing into a shadow of nothingness, which is fleeting.

Looking at the changing water mist, Cheng Jingchuan suddenly laughed: "Before today, you didn't think so."

Qiu Jing had a meal and nodded without shyness: "Yes, I thought you were just an ambitious and ambitious person, and there are too many such people. You may be the better one among them, but that's all. Up."

"...Now you have discovered the true face of Mr. Qiu." The smile in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes added a lot of complicated things.

Qiu Jing suppressed his anger, with a cold tone: "He is really a good father."

"Don't hide the truth from Pavilion Master Qiu, in the early years I thought Mr. Qiu had a perverse temperament, but there was a fatherly heart in his heart. You are his weakness and his bottom line." Cheng Jingchuan's tone was light and weird. , Like considering every word about to be exported.

He wants the sentence to turn into a knife, not to make it too sharp, to bring pain, and to be within the tolerance of the person it stabbed.

"The whole city of Ningtai...No, the whole Jiangnan, like him, is willing to devote himself to raising his daughter, seeing that her daughter is not in the pool, and even following her daughter's wishes, so that she can get rid of all constraints and achieve her ambitions. Find the second one?"

Cheng Jingchuan didn’t wait for Qiu Jing’s reaction, and directly asked and replied, “No, not only in Jiangnan, but in the whole world. After you left, the Qiu family declared that the only daughter died of illness, not going to Zhuangzi to recuperate, not to be a monk to pray for blessings. , Mr. Qiu didn’t leave any room, you can’t show up as the daughter of the Qiu family again, and in the future, this identity will not drag you back to the backyard, let you marry or recruit new children to continue the Qiu family. I thought about what this was like. What kind of loving heart is his mind? He has always been a good father in front of you. You still don’t know his crazy and perverse side. At first few people know the secret. Only his confidant, he will The dead enemies, maybe there are... the deceased halls long ago?"

When Qiu Si was young, it seemed to outsiders that he was unwilling to associate with ordinary people.

Because of a dispute with a friend, under the arrogance of his heart, he even left the book and went to Nandu to go to the legacy of Chu Ning Wang alone. Of course, settle down in the south, get a family and start a business, still depressed, and can only be a small official. Not only did he have no children at his knees, but his wife and daughter both died prematurely due to multiple illnesses.

Qiu Jing did not die, but her mother really died. The root cause of the disease that fell in the confinement lasted for five or six years, and eventually died.

For this reason, Qiu Jing has made up her mind since she was a child that no matter what kind of person she becomes and what ambitions she has in the future, she will never have children.

Women giving birth is a tangible ghost gate, and they won’t be open because of their status.

If you want to have a grand vision and take charge of the situation, you must first live, but Qiu Jing is born as a woman, and there is another difficulty in life and death.

It is easy to solve this difficulty, but it is not easy. It was Qiu Si who waved her hand to help Qiu Jing solve this problem. If she was trapped in the backyard, no matter how talented Qiu Jing was, she would not have the power to resist her father. It would be impossible to say that Qiu Jing was not grateful to Qiu Si.

However, even this gratitude is clouded by clouds.

At least it numbs the autumn scenery and further establishes the image of a loving father.

As the master of Pavilion Fengxing, is Qiu Jing ignorant of Qiu Si's movements? Of course it was impossible, she just believed in Qiu Si's disguise, thinking that Qiu's thoughts were restored to Chu Xingbang. King Ning's mud can't support the wall, and the family of Ningtai is addicted to seizing power and crushing the drunken daddy, and they don't want to try to change all of this. What can they do to support a smart little county king?

Qiu Jing didn't know or believed that Qiu Si was a lunatic.

Before today.

Everything in Ningtai City, the movement of Fengxing Pavilion, the slander of former subordinates, and the expression of Cheng Jingchuan at this moment all confirm this.

Qiu Jing is like waking up from a long dream, and the reality turns into a sharp blade, piercing her with blood.

"You don't have to arouse me anymore, my mother knows nothing, just like me before." Qiu Jing said blankly.

Cheng Jingchuan lowered his head and continued to pour the tea. The water poured out of the porcelain cup and flowed into the grid below along the gap in the tea tray.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing and refreshing.

This is a tribute from Jiangnan.

Qiu Jing suddenly raised his hand to take it, and said to Cheng Jingchuan: "You and I are just the precious tea that the person has. Good tea should be brewed, even if you don't drink it. Because it can only be kept in a jar. It absorbs moisture and changes its flavor. He paired good tea with good water and good porcelain. It is not about respect and cherishment, but in the bottom of his heart, he thinks this is suitable."

Turn the tea cup over and overturn with the leaves and water.

Cheng Jingchuan sighed: "Qiu Pavilion Master clearly sees that Mr. Qiu didn't deliberately pretend to deceive, he...maybe he was born with a lack of these. I don't know love or hate, it doesn't matter love or hate, he realizes that he is different. So he pretends to be perfect all the year round, and now he is old, there is no need for him."

See the poor, the chess game has reached the end.

Across the case, the two looked at each other silently.

They all had misunderstandings about Qiu Si. Cheng Jingchuan thought that Qiu Jing was Qiu Si's weakness, and when he came to the end, he realized that Qiu Jing was just a useful chess piece in his hands. Because this chess piece can play a very good role, Qiu Si can surpass the worldly rules to give Qiu Jing all the conveniences. The chess piece is useless, so it will not be a pity to throw it aside.

It's like a blindfold, until now, I can't see everything clearly.

"There are eighteen organs and three traps in this house." Cheng Jingchuan has always stood in one position without moving, he whispered, "I believe that Pavilion Master Qiu has seen something wrong with it."

"He asked you to kill me?"

"Mr. Qiu just let me choose, and he should also know my choice."

Cheng Jingchuan suddenly opened the tea tray, exposing the organ hub hidden below.

"I don't want to kill you, but will you kill me?" Cheng Jingchuan asked, staring at Qiu Jing.

Qiu Jing's martial arts is far less than a super master like Su Lier, but it is already very impressive in the arena. If she wants to kill Cheng Jingchuan, people outside will definitely not be able to respond. It is even possible that before Cheng Jingchuan pressed the mechanism, he cut off his arm and cut his throat.

Cheng Jingchuan also knows this very well, he half-closed his eyes and smiled tiredly:

"Pavilion Master Qiu, this is the problem Mr. Qiu gave us. You came here with the intent to kill, but you can't kill Mr. Qiu, it's useless to kill him, he gave everything to me. And the only person who can prevent me from raising troops and conquering is you. You are the master of Fengxing Pavilion, maybe Ningtai City is not in your control, but you can still persuade the people from all walks of life in the south and north of the Yangtze River. Jianghu people are originally. The rabble, they will listen to you if they don’t listen to the veteran of Fengxing Pavilion and the rudder. If you spare no effort, it can drag me at least three to five years.

"You die here, I have no worries; if you kill me, Mr. Qiu will not have a more suitable heir. The disaster of Jiangnan swordsman may be solved. Choose, the pattern of Jiangnan and even the world, you and me The lives of people and many more are decided in this room, at this very moment."