Li Qinghuan

Chapter 30

Ji Qing was still wearing Song Li's cloak, and it was a little inconvenient to cook, so he took off the cloak and handed it to Song Li, and went to the stove to start a fire.

Song Li was standing by the stove with his cloak in his arms, watching Ji Qing skillfully light the fire, and sighed, "Heming, you are really amazing."

Ji Qing clapped his hands, raised his head, wrapped his wide sleeves around his arms, and said with a smile, "What's so great about this? Come, Ah Li, come and cheer me up."

After finishing speaking, he got up and let Song Li go, and he picked up the bucket and went outside to fetch a bucket of water and came back.

Ji Qing picked up the wooden ladle and poured a ladle of water, cleaned the pot, scooped out the water, and poured it into another wooden bucket.Then pour all the remaining water into the pot, cover the pot, and move skillfully.

Song Li sat behind the stove and looked down. Seeing that the fire was still burning, he propped his chin and looked at Ji Qing.

His black hair was scattered, which did not affect his clean and neat movements. He chose vegetables and cut meat without being muddled at all.After cutting, he lifted the lid of the pot and threw the vegetables and meat into the pot. After finishing, he went outside to fetch a bucket of water and started kneading the noodles.

Seeing him busy, Song Li was very moved, and said in a hoarse voice, "Heming, thank you."

Ji Qing shook his hair and said with a smile, "It's a great honor to be willing."

Song Li smiled when he heard this sentence: "Learn from me."

Ji Qing nodded: "Yes, is there a problem?"

"No." Song Li shook his head, following his hair closely, "He Ming, may I help you with your hair?"

Ji Qing originally wanted to say that he would come by himself, but he looked at his hands covered in flour and nodded, "Okay."

Song Li got his consent, stood up and walked behind him: "Where's your hairband?"

Ji Qing thought about it, and regretted: "Forget it, there is no need to tie it up. I have a hair tie in the room, but I didn't bring it with me.".Song Li: "Nothing, where did you say it is? I'll get it for you."

Ji Qing thought for a moment: "It should be by the wine warming stove just now."

Song Li responded and walked away, and came back with a hair belt after a while.

Song Li stood behind Ji Qing, picked up his hair, straightened it with his fingers and tied it loosely at the end, but soon the ribbon slipped down the hair.

Song Li heard Ji Qing laugh softly, and said helplessly, "Heming, don't laugh, I'm afraid it will hurt you."

Ji Qing coaxed: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh. Tie it up tighter."

Song Li struggled for a while, then whispered: "He Ming, you should lower your voice, I'm not easy to tie."

Ji Qing was taller than Song Li, and Song Li was afraid of hurting him by pulling him, so he didn't dare to use any force so as not to pull his hair, so naturally the tie was not tight.

Ji Qing bowed his knees: "Is this okay?"

Song Li nodded: "It's ok."

Song Li carefully tied his hair, and dialed: "Is it still loose?"

Ji Qing shook his head: "Not loose, thank you Li."

Song Li was a little embarrassed: "It's nothing, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Ji Qing stood up straight and shook his head: "No."

Song Li returned to the stove and sat down: "It's fine if you don't have one."

Ji Qing smiled, and then made a face-to-face meeting.

Song Li added some firewood to the stove door, and continued to stare at Ji Qing with his chin propped up.

Ji Qing raised his eyes: "A Li, what are you looking at?"

Song Li: "It's nothing, you look so good-looking, I just want to see you more, and..."

Ji Qing smiled: "What else?"

Song Li shook his head: "Nothing."

Also... I haven't seen you for a few days, I seem to miss you a little bit.

Song Li was taken aback by his own thoughts, and moved his eyes away in a panic, his heart beating like a drum.

Ji Qing didn't notice his strangeness, and started pulling noodles.Within a moment, Ji Qing stretched the ball of dough into thin and even noodles, and it seemed that he had done a lot of work.

Ji Qing lifted the lid of the pot and took a look, then threw the noodles into the pot.

Ji Qing picked up a few scallions, cut them into sections, put them into a bowl, briefly adjusted the seasoning, then lit a small pot next to it, fried an egg and put it in the bottom of the bowl.He picked up the colander and scooped up the vegetable meat and noodles in the pot and put them into a bowl.

Ji Qing picked up the bowl and said, "A Li is cooked, shall we go over and eat?"

When Song Li heard Ji Qing calling him, he pulled his thoughts back with great effort. Seeing that Ji Qing had cooked the noodles, he quickly pulled out the unburned firewood from the stove and stuffed it with ashes. Li, stood up and clapped his hands: "Let's go."

Song Li happily followed Ji Qing back into the house, and sat down obediently by the wine warming stove.

Ji Qing handed the noodle bowl to him: "Eat quickly."

Song Li took the bowl, thanked him and started to eat. Ji Qing looked at him with a smile and asked, "How does it taste?"

Song Li swallowed a mouthful of noodles: "Very...delicious."

The smile in Ji Qing's eyes deepened: "As long as you like it, eat slowly, don't rush."

Song Li said vaguely, "Okay."

Ji Qing still smiled and stood up: "You eat, I'll go get something."

Song Li didn't know why, so he nodded and continued to eat his longevity noodles.

Ji Qing came back after a while, holding a long wooden box in his hand.After Song Li drank the last sip of soup, he stretched contentedly, and asked curiously, "He Ming, what are you holding?"

Ji Qing smiled: "This is a birthday present for you."

Song Li looked at the box in his hand, his eyes lit up.Could this length be a weapon?

Seeing his expression, Ji Qing knew that he probably guessed it, and put down the wooden box and said: "As you wish, it is a weapon."

After speaking, he opened the box, and it was the spear that he had chosen in Ning Shisan's secret room a few days ago.

Song Li cheered, rushed forward and hugged Ji Qing fiercely.Ji Qing was suddenly hugged by him, he was stunned, raised his hand a little helplessly, and was about to caress Song Li's back, but he backed away.

Ji Qing felt a little lost for no reason, and withdrew his hand, still looking at Song Li with a smile on his face.

Song Li picked up the gun, looked at it carefully, and asked, "Is this Soul Killer?"

Ji Qing wondered, "How do you know?"

Song Li explained: "I used to be naughty, and I always sneaked into some old attics behind my emperor's back. Once I accidentally got into a library. Most of them were all kinds of military books and martial arts classics. In a weapon I saw this gun in the illustration book. I thought this gun was very imposing, so I wrote it down."

Ji Qing nodded: "I see."

No wonder even he didn't know about Song Li but recognized him. He must have entered the forbidden book room of the Song family by mistake.You must know that the emperors of the Great Wei Dynasty have strictly guarded against the children of the clan, and it is a special kindness to let them read and write, and learn basic riding and shooting, let alone such classics of martial arts.

Song Li couldn't put it down so much that he couldn't put it down, and even couldn't help making gestures in the room twice.

Song Li: "Heming, is this soul-killing gun real or fake? If it's fake, the imitation is really good."

Ji Qing: "It's the real thing."

Song Li's eyes widened: "Don't lie to me, it's impossible, it doesn't matter if it's fake, this imitation is already very good, I like it very much."

Ji Qing: "It's the real thing, if it's fake it's guaranteed."

Song Li was holding the gun. The appearance and material of the gun, including the feel, were exactly the same as those described in the previous book. It was probably the real thing, but Song Li still felt a little unbelievable, and sighed: "Impossible, it's been more than 2000 years, how can it be real?" Is it the real thing?"

Ji Qing sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said lightly: "What I said is true, if I give it to you, how can I give it a fake."

Song Li stroked the body of the gun, and said seriously: "The hand is warm and cool, and the weight is consistent. It is indeed made of black iron, and it looks very old. Is it really the real thing? Heming, where did you get it? ?”

Ji Qing took a sip of tea: "I asked a senior to ask for it."

Song Li reluctantly put Murder Soul back into the box, fixed his eyes on the gun, and asked absently, "Is it the one from Qifengyuan?"

Ji Qing nodded: "It's her."

Song Li couldn't help being curious about that senior, and looked away with difficulty: "This senior is very powerful, he can find the real thing."

Ji Qing smiled: "The things she gives will never be counterfeit."

Song Li glanced at the soul-killing gun again, and said: "As far as I know, Zhu Xuan, the famous commander of the soul-killing gun, died and there was no news about it. Zhu Xuan has no descendants, so the whereabouts of the soul-killing gun is naturally unknown. I can only see it in the weapon illustrated book, but I didn’t expect it to be in my hands.”

Even if it is more than 2000 years ago, it is still embarrassing to talk about. Zhu Xuan, the famous general of Yu State, fought on the battlefield all his life and made great achievements in battle. The fate of the whole family.

In just a few words, the short but brilliant life of this famous general through the ages was finished. In the end, although Zhu Xuan's name was rectified by the Lord of Yu Kingdom and his innocence was restored, the man has passed away, and the crimes he committed are still unclear.

Song Li was a martial artist, so he had a lot of admiration for generals. In Song Li's view, a generation of famous generals died because of the alienation of their rulers and ministers.

But from the perspective of a courtier, he believes that Zhu Xuan is serving his own country, not just the person on the dragon chair.Loyal to the emperor and patriotic, would rather die than surrender.What he sticks to is his original aspiration, and he does what he thinks is right. Zhu Xuan has done both of these things, even if he is under the Nine Springs, he will not regret it.

Song Li sighed, and put the lid on the wooden box containing the soul-killing gun.

Ji Qing was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Song Li remained silent, raised his hand and poured himself a glass of wine, and took another glass to pour another glass for Ji Qing.

Ji Qing raised his hand to stop his movement: "I'm taking medicine these days, so I can't drink alcohol."

Song Li nodded and put down the jug, and said sullenly: "The previous owner of this soul-killing gun was a hero of the world, and I am not worthy of it."

Ji Qing: "That's wrong, you're only eighteen."

Song Li: "But I was born in Wei, the royal family, and the Song family. It is very likely that I will not be able to realize my ambition in this life. I still won't accept this gun."

Ji Qing: "A Li, don't talk too much. As I told you before, the barbarians are ready to move, and the court is just hiring people. There is always a chance."

Song Li lowered his head: "That's all, let's not talk about this."

Ji Qing smiled: "Okay, we won't mention it if we're not happy."

Seeing him laughing, Song Li couldn't help but also laughed: "Why do you look like coaxing a child?"

Ji Qing continued: "You are a child in the first place."

Song Li refused to accept, and retorted: "I am eighteen today."

Ji Qing nodded solemnly: "My child."