Chapter 645 Eating Hot Pot and Playing Mahjong...

The breeze came in from the window, blowing the corners of the white clothes, Jing Jiu looked down at her and said, "You are very smart."

Queen Mother Hu lowered her head and did not speak.

Jing Jiu sat on the chair, looked at the distance between the soft couch and this side, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Yes, killing you is the easiest solution, but I won't do it, because His Majesty asked me before he left."

Empress Dowager Hu couldn't bear it any longer, raised her head to look at him, and said with a blank face, "What do you mean by that? Don't tell me...you mean that His Majesty judged me...to be unable to defend? In his eyes, I will definitely mess up the palace...that's why he begged you to spare my life?"

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and she said with tears: "Although I am a vixen, I am not that kind of person! How could Your Majesty think of me so much?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "Yes, you are not that kind of person, so he didn't mean that either."

Empress Dowager Hu opened her big and ignorant eyes and asked, "Then why did His Majesty ask you in advance?"

"The fox demon is affectionate and deep. What His Majesty is worried about is that after his death, you will be too sad to come out, and you will even go with him..."

Jing Jiu looked at her and said calmly, "This is not what he wants to see, he wants you to live happily."

Empress Dowager Hu stared at him blankly, not understanding what this meant.

More than a hundred years ago, the day His Majesty the Emperor passed away, she was indeed extremely sad.

No one knew, even Jing Yao and Gu Qing didn't know, she almost followed the emperor for many nights.

Jing Jiu said: "Many years ago, when he let Gu Qing enter the palace to teach Jingyao, he was preparing in advance. He knew what kind of man you would like, and the best way to forget him and those pains is to like someone again?"

Empress Dowager Hu turned pale and fell to the ground.

"So don't disappoint his painstaking efforts, and live happily."

After saying this, Jing Jiu took a sip from the teacup on the case and left the palace.

Empress Dowager Hu sat on the ground, feeling guilty and joyful, missing and sad, tears kept flowing.

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After dealing with these boring things, Jing Jiu went to the side hall, not because the things here were not important, but because he didn't want to come.

The temperature in that side hall was extremely low, the pillars and windows were covered with frost, no matter how exquisitely carved the decorations were filled with frost and snow, it would not look beautiful.

A blizzard of snow emerged from the air in the hall, and it fell towards the ground with a piercing chill.

Yuan Qijing was dressed in black and sat cross-legged under the snowstorm for a hundred years.

The wind and snow fell on him and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He was extremely thin, and he was no longer as tall as he used to be, and his badly torn black clothes fluttered in the wind.

Walking into this side hall, Jing Jiu felt as if he had entered the cave on Shangde Peak.

He has lived in Shangde Peak for hundreds of years, and he still doesn't like the cold and damp feeling, and today he doesn't like this side hall very much.

"You have changed." Yuan Qijing opened his eyes, looked at him and said indifferently: "In the past, you would have killed that fox demon with one sword, no matter what the emperor said to you before."

Jing Jiu once said that Zhao Layue's style of killing with one sword was very similar to his own.

This is real.

Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci have seen too many such scenes.

When he was the real person of Jingyang, he never paid any attention to Qingshan's affairs, it was because he didn't like trouble, killing people was actually very enjoyable, because it was the easiest and fastest way to solve troubles.

It seems that the departure of Liu Ci and Lian Sanyue has brought some influence and changes to him after all.

"You've changed too, thinner and uglier."

Jing Jiu sat down in front of Yuan Qijing, looked at his skinny cheeks, and said after a moment of silence, "It's hard work."

He had told Zhao Layue many years ago that both Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci had only a few decades left to live. According to the time calculation, Yuan Qijing should have already passed away.

Tai Fu used this secret method to survive in the Sword Prison until a hundred years ago.

This kind of life extension is not a real life extension, because after using this secret method, the practitioner will lose all feelings, but will have to endure countless conflicts in the soul, which is more painful than the living dead. Living like this is more terrifying than dying. If Tailu didn't have too much hatred for Taiping and Jingyang, it would definitely not be useful.

Yuan Qijing used this secret method to continue his life, not because he was afraid of death, but because Jing Jiu could not wake up, and Chaoge City needed him to sit in charge in person.

"If you can't even bear these sufferings, what else do you want to practice?" Yuan Qijing said with a blank expression.

Jing Jiu said: "When you were playing mahjong back then, you didn't seem to say that. I remember you said that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, but it's more important to have fun during the process."

Yuan Qijing said: "Neither you nor I are good at chatting like Liu Ci, so it's better to shut up."

Jing Jiu said, "Do you want to eat hot pot?"

Yuan Qijing said: "I won't be leaving until another day, so you should do your work first."

Jing Jiu said, "I've already finished my work."

Several days have passed since spring.

His eyes were straightened when he looked at the stars in Zhao Yuan, but he refused to enter the palace.

It has nothing to do with what Gu Qing thought, he didn't want to enter the palace because he knew that once he entered, Yuan Qijing would wake up and leave.

"Come here two who can play mahjong." He suddenly turned his head and said to the outside of the hall, "You must play well."

His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the imperial city like a bell, and even spread to Chaoge City, which shocked many people and caused many misunderstandings.

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Jing Jiu yelled, and the whole city of Chaoge was in chaos.

The imperial court quickly elected several representatives headed by Hu Dashi, but Gu Qing rejected them without hesitation. Playing mahjong well is only one aspect, the key also depends on who is playing the cards. He is sure that the master does not want to face these gray-haired old men, and how can this kind of opportunity be given casually?

Not long after, Empress Dowager Hu walked into the side hall shyly, bowed to Jing Jiu and Yuan Qijing, and said, "I can fight well."

Immediately afterwards, Que Niang's surprise and somewhat bewildered cry sounded from the gate of the palace: "Sir? So you are here."

In spring, the entire Chaotian Continent saw dozens of ruts in the sea of ​​clouds, knowing that Jing Jiu woke up, Zhao Layue was calm, Yuan Qu was forced to be calm, and Que Niang came directly to Chaoge City, but did not know where he was. Today, she was replaying the chess game between Mr. Tong Yan and Mr. Tong Yan at Qipan Mountain, when she heard Mr.'s voice from Chaoge City, she couldn't help being very surprised, and hurried to the palace.

Seeing that it was her who came, Jing Jiu was very satisfied, and introduced to Yuan Qijing: "Among my students, she is the strongest in chess, and she is not bad at playing cards."

The Empress Dowager Hu was not lying, and Jing Jiu was not mistaken either. The two women's card skills were indeed excellent, and the match between the man and the woman was also excellent. The emerald green mahjong tiles kept rolling on the table, and the sound they made was also very nice.

Jing Yao stood behind Queen Mother Hu to give her courage, Ping Yongjia stood behind Jing Jiu and was always ready to pour tea, A Piao sat next to Yuan Qijing and kept making moves, and sometimes couldn't help but play cards by himself, chattering very festively.

Not far away, Lu Qing made hot pot with his own hands, while Qingniao watched the distance from the window sill.

Outside the hall, there are countless ministers, eunuchs and court ladies, ready to serve at all times.

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Playing mahjong and eating hot pot, they cooperated very well.

Queen Mother Hu and Que Niang are no longer as nervous as they were at the beginning, and they cooperate better. The speed of playing cards has a comfortable rhythm, and the tacit understanding between each other does not require eye contact. It is natural for Yuan Qijing to lose and surprise to win, without realizing that he is the person with the worst skills at the poker table.

This game of cards lasted for a whole day and night, until the morning light came again, Yuan Qijing suddenly stopped his hands laying cards.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly seemed to freeze.

The people outside the hall were even more nervous.

Yuan Qijing gave everyone a funny look, and suddenly said: "I have never made a Nine Lotus Lantern in my life."

Then he looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The three of you have all done it before."

The three mentioned here are of course not Jing Jiu, Que Niang, and Queen Mother Hu, but Jing Jing, Tai Ping, and Liu Ci on Shangde Peak many years ago.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly continued the game.

It's also... a coincidence.

Qiaoqiao's mother made Qiaoqiao so clever.

In the next round, Yuan Qijing made a Nine Lotus Lantern.

He looked at Jing Jiu with a half-smile and said, "You guys have been fooling me all this time."

This is still not about today's poker game, but those poker games in Shangdefeng many years ago and what happened in the past few hundred years.

Jing Jiu said, "Who told you to be honest."

"That's right, but the past few hundred years are considered happy."

Yuan Qijing looked at the neat mahjong tiles, laughed three times, got up and walked out of the palace gate, turning into snowflakes in the morning wind.

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