The Tyrant Takes Love: Dote on the stunning fairy princess

Chapter 123 Strong, Natural

Jing Changdong's pupils shrank invisibly, "What did you say?"

"Let me tell you, I am Jingli from the National Teacher's Mansion." Jing Li raised his lips, speaking very slowly and clearly, "The emperor has silently agreed. If I abandon the National Teacher's Mansion and return to Jing's house at this time, it will be a way of deceiving the emperor." Sin. To tease the emperor will be beheaded."

"It's not a pity for me to die, but if hundreds of people from the Jing family are dragged to be buried with me, how can I bear it?"

"So, I stay at the National Teacher's Mansion, you go back to Xuzhou City, everyone is safe. I protect the Jing clan from being dragged down by me, which can be regarded as all my blood affection for the Jing clan. Mr. Jing...don't feel guilty. "

The four eyes meet each other, one is deep and unpredictable, and the other is still water with slight ripples, no one is inferior to the other.

But Jing Changdong knew that he had lost, to the eight-year-old boy in front of him.

Because he is old, his momentum has been accumulated through the accumulation of time.

And Jing Li, who is only eight years old, is already on par with him.

That is a natural strength!
Under the gaze of those eyes, he actually felt a bit embarrassed.

How could the immature eyes be calm and calm, how could they have the sharpness of insight!
There is nowhere to hide the darkness in the heart!

There was silence in the private room.

After a long time, Jing Changdong lowered his eyelids to block the sight that started to make him angry, "Although Jun Xian is now a national teacher, he is young and lacks qualifications, and it is difficult to convince the public in the court. He also has a willful temperament and acts too rigidly." If you don't know how to be tactful, if things go on like this, you will eventually lose people's hearts. But our Jing family has a century-old foundation in the government and the opposition. Even if we encounter a few setbacks, we can't shake the foundation. The contacts and resources accumulated over the years are immeasurable. Li'er, you are still young, so it's inevitable that you don't have enough thoughtfulness. Staying in the National Teacher's Mansion as a child of the Jing family, no matter how good Jun Xian treats you, it is still under the fence. If you are willing to return to the family, with your mind, you will have the strength of the clan Support, the future is limitless. You have to think clearly."

"Differences do not conspire with each other," Jing Li stood up, flattened the folds on the hem of his clothes, and left, "Old Jing, it is enough to do this kind of thing like blocking the road once, and if there is too much, people will talk. You are the head of the Jing family." , I have always paid attention to the family's face, and you don't want to discredit your family because of your own behavior. Thank you for your hospitality today, but I don't like the smell of Dahongpao. Farewell."

Jing Changdong didn't look at Jing Li's back, but he knew that he walked without looking back.

From beginning to end, he never called him grandfather.

In extremely cold weather, the teapot is placed here, and the tea is still boiling hot, and the short time he talked with Jingli did not allow the tea to cool down.

Drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, the hot temperature rolled down the tip of the tongue into the belly, burning all the way, it was not as good as the unbearable anger rising in my heart.

"Master, do you want to do it?" The old servant's voice came from behind the screen in the private room.

"The time has not come yet." Jing Changdong closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to suppress the urge to kill Jing Li, "Release the news of this interview and grasp the direction of the rumors. Make sure the people above Seeing Jing Li's sincerity and tolerance towards Jing Li, let them know that Jing Li has neglected his ancestors and looked at no one. Only in this way can we weaken Rong'er's notoriety and the world's malicious speculation about Jing Li."

After a pause, he said again, "Go and tell those families, don't act rashly. Things have to be well-planned, and the best results can be obtained in the end."

"Old slave understands."

Downstairs Jingfu, on the street where the snow was shoveled, Jingli walked slowly and steadily step by step.

Looking up at the clean sky, which was about to fall into the night, it showed a gray color. At this moment, he missed that woman very much.

I want to see her flamboyant eyebrows, to see her playful smile, and to hear the tenderness in the end of her voice when she calls him Naibao.

He even wanted to throw himself into her arms, to be so close to her that he wished he could rub into his flesh and blood.

Thinking of Jing Changdong talking about the future with him, the corners of Jing Li's lips sneered coldly.

In the eyes of those people, what kind of future is called limitless?
Possess a wealth of wealth?Holding top authority?Under one person above ten thousand people?
It's not that he is unambitious, but if these things need to be separated from Jun Xian, he would rather not have them.

Dead woman, left for [-] days, no news came back!
It was agreed that there should be at least one letter in two days, but he hasn't even seen a corner of the letter until now!
Jing Li gritted his teeth, waiting for her to come back, she will be the one to look good on!

Thousands of miles away, the woman who was lying in front of the long desk in the guest room and writing quickly shivered inexplicably, and the back of her neck felt cold.

On the letter paper spread out in front of him, there were only a few words, one by one written with a brush limply on the paper, without the slightest momentum.

"Why is it so difficult to write a letter..."

"This font, how to meet people..."

While writing and thinking about it, Jun Xian couldn't stand it anymore when he finally saw the whole ghost painting talisman, so he wailed and hit the table with his head.

She reads little, and she is also very desperate!
In Jiutian Xiaoyao for thousands of years, she really never knew that her handwriting would be so ugly, and her writing style would be so barren.

Thanks to Li'er, she finally discovered after thousands of years that she was not perfect and still had shortcomings.

Jun Xian had some fun in the bitterness, held the brush again, spent nearly an hour, and finally completed the first serious letter in Xiansheng.

It can be called painstaking work.

Eight full pages of letter paper.

A thick stack.

It's not that she loves to write more letters, it's just that she feels guilty if she writes less.

Isn't this why I didn't write back immediately after arriving in the Northland...

Of course, what Jun Xian dare not admit is that the weight of the letter seems to be full of sincerity, but the content inside is really not much, because the writing is too big, and one page cannot write two sentences...

Carefully seal the envelope, write the words "Dear Li'er from you" on the envelope, look at it left and right, barely satisfied.

Rubbing some stiff wrists, walking in front of the window, pushing open the window, the moonlight in the sky is bright, and the silvery white light is falling softly, beautiful, and revealing a different kind of coldness.

If Li'er is here, at this time, she can hug him and enjoy the moonlight in the north together.

There is no need to bear the sudden loneliness when looking at the moon alone.

I really miss her little baby.

Jun Xian waved his hand and closed the window.

That kind of loneliness is like a shadow.

"My lord, can you take a break?" A voice came from outside the door at the right time, interrupting Jun Xian's grief.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone outside the mansion asked to see him, saying that he belonged to the national teacher... Brother, my lord ordered the servant to come and ask, can the national teacher come and see?"

"My brother? Tell your lord to drive him away. I don't have a brother. It's really audacious to cheat and come to the government office."

(End of this chapter)