The end is approaching

That night, Qi Yifei happened not to sleep, he was staring at his sand sculpture gold finger.On the page that cherished words like gold, a new sentence finally popped up.

--Doing good deeds without asking for reward.

Qi Yifei hid in the tree house, recited silently over and over like chanting a mantra, and occasionally raised his hand to write a few strokes on the rice paper, deliberating back and forth.He didn't dare to scribble in the room anymore. In the afternoon, Ya Ke came to tidy up the quilt for him, and looked at the ink on his body and in the quilt, his eyes were all wrong.

No matter what Miss Yake thinks up, she can't let her guess anymore.

After everyone fell asleep and the Prince's Mansion became completely quiet, Qi Yifei climbed up to the tree house in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion with a lantern by himself.

The tree house is simple in shape, but strong in load bearing, and has a series of children's entertainment facilities such as swings and slides.

This was Qi Yifei's whim when he was young, and he insisted on making trouble with his grandfather to build it.After the completion of the tree house, Qi Yifei was astonished. He once suspected that he might not be an architectural genius, but could come up with so many bold and unique ideas.

It wasn't until now that the modern memory had been restored, that he no longer dared to stand on the shoulders of giants to boast and boast.

Although the colorful childhood is a bit shameful to recall, at least it gave Qi Yifei a secret base, which was quiet enough and private enough, so he just let it go.

Qi Yifei crouched halfway, squeezed his whole body onto a small bench with difficulty, put his knees together, and used it as a small table, placed rice paper on it, and began to scribble and correct under the faint light of the night pearl in his arms.

"A good memory is worse than a bad pen." Since childhood, Qi Yifei can always come up with such a few catchy and easy-to-understand sentences. Without being taught by others, he has developed a set of behavior habits that belong to him alone. .

After thinking about it, Qi Yifei finally drew a circle on the "good thing" and doodled a lot of ink ideas.

He felt that the merit book might be a reminder to him that he could do good deeds and take the way of exchanging merit for life.Although it is a bit old-fashioned, is it timeless to be old-fashioned again?Is there necessarily a cheating cliché after time-traveling?

But, how can it be considered a good deed?

Does it count if he saved a life when he was a child?

Or from now on, open a porridge shed, give up food, and work hard to help the poor?Or else, free army?Just donate it to his brother-in-law, so that the fat and water will not flow into the field of outsiders.

Qi Yifei has had a problem since he was a child. At night, he either suddenly worries about the country and the people, or makes up stories for himself. It seems that the night is not complete without a script and a dream!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he went all the way to the future to "build bridges, pave roads and build a golden body".

After finally calming down, Qi Yifei also faintly felt that his logic chain of "doing good deeds = increasing life expectancy" was a bit nonsense and unlikely to hold water.But this is already the most reliable one he can think of so far, no matter what, he has to try it!

At this moment, Qi Yifei suddenly heard some movement, not urgent but quite obvious footsteps from outside the courtyard.

Daqi has implemented an extremely strict curfew since the founding of the country by Taizu, and the consequences of breaking the night are very serious.Especially in the important places of the capital, the penalty is doubled.From the evening drum at three o'clock in the morning to the morning bell at three o'clock in the five o'clock, if someone runs around on the street for no reason in this interval, it is basically inviting the Imperial Guard to teach you how to behave.

Qi Yifei looked out through the air-tight window, and saw the young master who had given him advice in the busy market that day, strolling in the street.

The reason why I can be sure it is the other party is that the back view is so impressive that I can never forget it.Some people seem to be born with this ability, and they will become the focus of attention wherever they stand.It can almost be painted, and the extravagance is natural.

Before Qi Yifei could feel any more emotion, he saw a group of Imperial Guards in striking red clothes, not far or near the corner.

Immediately approaching!

Although looking at the material of the clothes on the opponent's body and the bearing that ordinary people can't afford, it is very likely that the imperial guards really met him, and he would let him go after just asking a few questions.

But what if?

The movements of Qi Yifei's hands are always faster than his brain. On impulse, he quickly descended the tree from the wooden slide, opened the back door, dragged in Wen Zui who was hovering at the door, closed the door, and re-inserted the latch.A series of actions were done in one go, without giving people the slightest chance to react.Even Qi Yifei was taken aback by himself, it turned out that he could be so fast.

My heart is about to jump out of my throat.

But it's also really exciting.

Qi Yifei leaned against the big red wooden door, panting, and when he pushed his heart back into his chest, he remembered that he wanted to see who he had saved.

Under the moon, a mole of tears seems familiar.

...ten years ago...

"Wow, you have a tear mole." Qi Yifei was six years old, and it was the first time he saw someone actually have a tear mole. This, like Li Wo, was just a legend in the world to him.

"Tears, what are tear moles?" The boy in his arms closed his eyes, his forehead was hot, and his expression was painful, but he still insisted on talking to Qi Yifei.He hadn't communicated with people for a long time, and he even felt that he had lost the ability to speak at one time, but now it seems that he has not.

Qi Xiaofei was stunned for a moment, and had nothing to say: "Probably something very powerful? I forgot who told me that people with moles of tears are destined to suffer, but when the tears run dry, they will die." It will get better."

...the memory ends...

This is the second person with moles of tears that Qi Yifei has ever seen. From his shallow experience, it seems that every person with moles of tears must look very good-looking.He has a high nose and deep eyes, his skin is like creamy fat, and his voice is as cold as his temperament.It's just that the sickness can't be concealed between the brows, not the kind of weakness that makes people pity, but the feminine and suspicious.

According to rumors from the outside world, when the Prince Regent is expressionless, he always gives people a sense of deep city.He doesn't seem to be trying to hide the fact that he is not a good person at all.

It has to be clarified today that this is true.

"What are you doing?" Wen Zui also knew the vicious impression he had brought about by Xinsheng. He didn't care about it in the past. Everyone should be afraid of him.But today, inexplicably, he lowered his head and tried to create a weak person by coughing.

Probably because the night was too dark and the moonlight was too dim, Qi Yifei really believed it.

"I'm saving you, idiot, don't you know that the imperial guards are already very close to you?" When Qi Yifei met a stranger, he didn't bother to pretend to be a son of a family, anyway, after tonight, we went our separate ways On the one hand, who knows who, "You have no skills, but you dare to run around in the middle of the night, I respect you for being a man!"

Wen Zui stared at Qi Yifei in a daze, with red lips and white teeth, the corners of the sun are shining brightly, the most special thing is those eyes, bright and energetic, full of cunning...

This little county king of the Qi family is still so interesting.

Qi Yifei jumped excitedly, he didn't see Wen Zui's slightly villainous eyes, he only noticed that his eyes were reminding him all the time that the countdown to his deadline had increased again!

When he finally saw the money back, he was almost moved to tears.

While Qi Yifei was weeping in his heart, he still couldn't forget to think wildly, what does the book of life and death mean?

Do you really want him to learn how to send warmth?

Qi Yifei didn't know where the courage came from, and on a whim, he stretched out his hand and touched the sleeve corner of the young man in front of him, and his life span increased by another day!

"???"

I poked it again, this time it seemed that I directly touched the opponent's strong forearm, and the life span increased again!

Qi Yifei: "!!!"

When Wen Zui looked over strangely, Qi Yifei remembered to make amends. He was in a hurry, his cheeks were reddish, and he was ashamed: "Well, I want to ask you, do you have somewhere to go tonight?"

Wen Zui narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "Do you know who I am?"

Qi Yifei shook his head honestly: "I don't know, but if you tell me, don't we know each other?" It's a bit strange to think so, but it turns out that the increase in his lifespan seems to have a lot to do with the other party.

"You've always been like this to strangers..." Wen Zui paused, as if looking for the right words, "Is it true?"

Qi Yifei also felt that his excessive enthusiasm was a bit of adultery or stealing, so he waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly explained: "No, no, I'm a good person, really! I mean, uh, meeting is fate, fate, Yuan, Yuan Come and help people to the end, send Buddha to the West..."

Inexplicably, it became a colloquial solitaire.

Wen Zui relieved Qi Yifei, although he really wanted to see where this little dude would lead this solitaire in the end: "I'm here to find Fu Li."

Fu Li, the son of the Fu family who was born in a scholarly family and has been an official for generations, was admitted to the number one scholar a few years ago with his own ability, and now he has entered the court as an official. friend.

"Oh, look for Li Nu, he probably hasn't slept yet, I just heard him playing the piano." Te!Don't!Disaster!listen!

"Beaver slave?" Wen Zui humbly asked for advice.

"Just Fu Li's nickname. He was often sick when he was a child, like a little chick. My sister is several years younger than him, and he can't even beat him. His father thought that a humble name was easy to support, so he became a raccoon. The humble name of slave. If you want me to say, it would be nice to just call him Chicken Cub." Qi Yifei introduced so much, hoping to draw closer to each other through this kind of insignificant gossip, "What about you?"

"I probably also have a bad name," Wen Zui said calmly, "It's called, evil ghost."

The topic was chatted like this.

Qi Yifei refused to admit defeat, searched his brains, and then remembered an allusion: "Speaking of which, Duke Lu Wen named the eldest son Evil, and he loves him more..."

"Then Xiangzhong killed him and made his concubine Zu the Duke of Xuan."

"..." There is no way to talk today, it's very annoying!