After rebirth, the princess made and dragged her

"Little ghost, what do you think is glory and wealth?" Qi Ming didn't answer the young man's question, but asked suddenly.

"When you are rich, you don't have to worry about food or clothing, and no one dares to bully you, so you can do whatever you want." The young man answered as a matter of course.

"Then do you think I'm short of food and clothing?" Qi Ming asked back.

"This..." The boy hesitated for a moment, his eyes swept over the furniture around him.

These furniture look ordinary and unremarkable, but if you look closely, you will find that these furniture are made of red nanmu.

The teenager didn't know it at all before, but in the past six months, he had the opportunity to learn from it, and he also knew that the price of red nanmu is extremely expensive.

Because the breath it exudes can make people calm down and concentrate, and in the long run, it can also strengthen their physique.

It can be said that it is a real one or two thousand gold.

And the furniture in the entire Qi Mansion is made of this extremely expensive wood.

To describe it in one word, it is priceless.

But the man in front of him is the master of Qi Mansion.

What's more intriguing is that Qi Ming's attitude towards these furniture is very flat, as if he is using these furniture made of incomparably precious wood as ordinary furniture.

Teenagers often don't understand.

But the attitude of the other party also shows one thing, the other party must be very rich, otherwise it is not such a plain attitude.

Qi Ming continued to ask with a smile: "In your opinion, with my ability, if I started planning to become an official very early, what position should I be in now?"

This casual sentence directly exposed the strong confidence in the man's heart.

In his opinion, both power and wealth are things that he can easily obtain if he wants them.

The twelve princes also understood what he meant, and then they were confused: "So, master, what do you want?"

"Think about it carefully, until you understand it." Qi Ming paused suddenly: "I can allow you to make a request to me."

The Twelfth Prince was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes lit up instantly without knowing what he thought of: "Master, is what you said true?"

"You can treat it as a fake." Qi Ming said casually, not taking it seriously.

And the twelve princes hurriedly shook their heads: "No, no, no, you have said it all, and I will take it seriously."

He frowned and began to think seriously.

What does his master want?
On the other side, Qi Ming poured out the tea and made tea for himself again.

The twelve princes thought for a while, and finally thought of a possibility.

"Master, isn't that prince's identity a bit special?"

Qi Ming's hand movements for making tea paused slightly, and he tilted his head to look over, his eyes were a little sharp: "Continue talking."

The twelve princes took a deep breath: "I've heard others say that you used to be an old man who worshiped the moon. Does that prince have anything to do with worshiping the moon?"

The corners of Qi Ming's lips curled up: "You're pretty smart, then do you know a word, people who know too much die sooner?"

The Twelfth Prince froze for an instant, and shouted wanting to cry, "Master, you made me guess."

Qi Ming Huanhuan stretched out his hand.

His slender and slender hands are very beautiful, but the palms are a little callous, but it doesn't affect the beauty of the hands.

As the hand approached little by little, the Twelfth Prince's breathing slowed down. At this moment, he felt that the hand seemed to be reaching towards his heart.

"Master, I can help you." The Twelfth Prince stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed that hand with both hands, and said eagerly: "You kill me, and you have to work hard to bury me. Someone with a little bit of status, if you kill me, you will get into trouble. My life is more valuable than my death."

Qi Ming paused, then smiled suddenly: "How do you want to help me?"

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately showed a bright smile.

This time, it was Qi Ming who was a little confused.

The other party mistakenly thought that he was going to kill him just now, so why did he look safe now, it was obviously not over yet.

The young man didn't know what Qi Ming was thinking, and said in a low voice, "Master, you can use my name to help the disaster this time."

Qi Ming fixedly looked at the young man in front of him, his expression gradually became serious: "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

The boy shrank his body: "I know."

His voice was small, even a little crying, but his eyes were firm, with an indomitable momentum: "That person has a strong personality, seeing you play my banner, you must think that I still want that position .She will not allow me to do this, she will definitely send someone to kill me."

"That's how Brother Six died."

The one who entered the palace full of confidence, ended up being killed by means on the way.

He was led by Qi Ming at that time, and he saw the assassin with his own eyes blowing a poisonous needle into the carriage.

An inconspicuous thing as thin as a hair killed Qin Song.

That one thought that he went to the palace to ascend the Great Treasure.

Unexpectedly, the departure is the end.

"I will face endless assassinations, I know it all, Master, I am willing to pave the way for that."

Qi Ming's eyes were finally tinged with a trace of complexity. He was used to being cold-hearted and unswerving for the sake of his goals, but now facing the young man's indomitable dedication, it is rare for him to be a little ignorant.

"Good boy." He reached out and touched the other person's head, his voice was rare and soft: "I will save your life."

The boy bared his teeth and laughed, showing his leaky front teeth: "I believe in Father Xi!"