Chapter 30 Who is it?

As I was thinking about it, the impatience between the eyebrows became more and more obvious. The thin lips, which were not unslips, said abruptly to the family who was motionless, "Why on earth is your master late?" Without giving the family a chance to talk back, he continued to say coldly, "Don't you know my identity? A piece of cloth can be treated so kindly by the hall. Is that's how he treats guests?" Proud, with a trace of disdain.

Jiading looked at Qi Jingxun with an unhappy face and still had a thunderous expression, "The villain doesn't know the identity of the guest." His tone was plain, neither humble nor arrogant, and he turned a blind eye to Qi Jingxun's looming anger. "Everyone who comes here has only one identity - Mr.'s guest, and all external identities are not what the villain can control. Sir will be here soon. Please wait quietly. After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Qi Jingxun, who had suddenly appeared fiercely, and stood there expressionlessly.

If it hadn't been for Xi Xinmiao's absence, he would have clap his hands and cheered when he saw such a scene! What a personal servant, she likes it!

Qi Jingxun was stunned and stared straight at the man who had no ups and downs from the beginning: a small subordinate is so arrogant? Don't pay attention to yourself at all! I have always been a forbearant person, but today I was really angry with a subordinate. My eyebrows were about to frown into a hill, and my eyes were shining.

He hummed disdain from his nose, and he didn't believe it. His hegemony must rely on Chongli's strategy? With his own ability, he still has the ability to be the master of the State of Qi. On that day, he would like to see how the so-called gentleman in your mouth crawls under his feet!

Make up your mind to get up and leave, as if you can't stand it for another moment.

Even if it is a myth that his subordinates and courtiers will talk about Chongli, saying that looking at the world, there are countless palace nobles begging to see Chongli, breaking their heads and trying to squeeze into the inner room where they are really standing now. If they leave now, I'm afraid they can't avoid the noise of those old men! The eyes flashed with irritation. Even so, so what? After all, he is just a mortal. At most, he has a strategy. If you want the staff, as long as you wave your hand, are you afraid that no one will try their best to give advice to you?

Qi Jingxun is too proud. Too many auras of the royal family elevated his pride to conceit. That is the survival mode that the so-called pure blood of the royal family has long adapted to, the "noble" of integration into the blood, so that he has a conceited capital. It's just that he can detect this fatal conceit?

On the contrary, the doorman didn't mean to stop him. There was a guest visit, he entertained, and the guest left, but he didn't stop him. There is no particular place for guests to come and go. It's just that he has to bear the consequences by himself.

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"Are you sure the prince wants to leave?" This voice came abruptly, with the ethereal spirit outside the dust, as if with a trace of temptation, but it stopped Qi Jingxun's steps.

Looking up, at the door, a man in white, with his back to the moonlight outside the door, facing him, the soft light of the high moon was gently sprinkled on the man. The edge of his body seemed to be coated with a layer of psychedelic fluorescence, not like a mortal...

The candlelight in the room showed that the face of the man at the door seemed to be bright. When he approached happily, a burst of elegance spread out throughout the room, which suddenly brought a completely different feeling of comfort.

Seeing this, there was a different expression on his face. He bowed his head and said respectfully, "Sir." That's like a devout believer, with absolute respect for worshippers.

He waved his hand casually and sat down by himself, but his eyes looked at Qi Jingxun.

"Yes." The servant was satisfactory. He retreated without words, and the room fell into silence.

......

Qi Jingxun is also quietly looking at the divine man in front of him: in terms of appearance, there is no evil face like Qi Che, and he can't even be called handsome. That face has no characteristics. It's just like the ordinary one who grabs a lot of A, B and C on the street. At most, he is a beautiful scholar. Such a face, if I hadn't known his identity in advance, I'm afraid it would have been called a famous name, and no one would believe it.

Such a appearance, if you ignore the indescribable temperament around him, will not attract any attention at all, and it will disappear in the sea of people.

However, after all, he is not good-looking. His faint temperament far away from the world is enough to elevate him to the height of everyone's admiration! Noble and cold, no less than the dignity of the royal family, no, even more! In particular, the gray obscure pupils, withered without waves, are like a dead corpse without any anger, as if any color, through his gray eyes, are pale and desperate without anger, and also intuitively frightening, afraid of looking at such a man at all.

Are these such eyes that make the world seem insignificant in his eyes?

Even if he looks at himself now, Qi Jingxun will feel that anyone in front of him is like an inanimate object. There is no living thing in his eyes! What's more, is it that there is no concept of living people in his consciousness? Occasionally, it's more like his own self-answering.

Is such a person who completely ignores everything in the world that makes him an excessive loneliness, or does the talent that the world envies make him?

At this moment, Qi Jingxun realized how ridiculous and ignorant his disdain was! This man is very lucky, if not...

He stopped his impulse to continue thinking and sat back to the opposite position. Although there was a subconscious of looking up at him, he would not show it, because he was the king of the master, didn't he? And the man in front of him, even if he is unpredictable, will eventually be under himself!

"Sir came late. I was afraid that I could not wait for my husband's trace, so I decided to leave first." Qi Jingxun looked at it, afraid of missing the slightest expression of the man opposite. Although the tone has converged a lot, the long-standing arrogant posture in the clouds is not nothing.

In his heart, he actually hoped that by using the nobility he deliberately emphasized, he tried to fill the huge gap that he intuitively felt that he had lost to him. Although he didn't want to admit it, from the beginning of Chongli's appearance, Qi Jingxun knew that the man had the capital and momentum to look down on the world! And I lack too much, too much...

"Oh? So, it's my fault." Chongli smiled faintly, neither salty nor light. "Cheongli came by counting the hour. Except for the time when the prince came in the dark, he had just waited for a ray of incense, didn't he?" Quietly rubbing the teacup, the slender fingers are as white and pure as lotus. If there is a handsome face, it is really a human-like existence. Unfortunately, it was at this time that God opened his eyes and gave him the appearance of all sentient beings...

Nevertheless, he still makes people attractive, ordinary face, extraordinary temperament, everything, so weird but harmonious...

"What?" Qi Jingxun's eyes were still shocked in the future, and he almost got out of control and stood up. Who on earth is he? Unexpectedly, he even knows that he came from the dark road, and the time is not bad! He should not have followed himself. He remembered that when he came, he deliberately explored that there were no suspicious people around before leaving. And hasn't he just arrived yet? How do you know how long you have waited for a fragrance?

Chongli, how deep are you hiding?

At this time, he didn't mind the disrespect of Chongli who just called himself "I" in front of him, "How can you know?" With a deep look on his face, he seemed to want to see some more clues. Unfortunately, Chongli's expression is impeccable, and there is no dead angle at 360 degrees.

"Oh, Chongli was negligent. The secret road was entrusted a few days ago and built according to the drawings of Chongli, so I didn't know about the secret road. Put it in time," the corners of his mouth smiled and his eyes turned slightly. "That's simpler. Can the prince recognize that white flower?"

With that, the slender fingers pointed to a group of strange white flowers outside the window: without leaves, the whole flower is in the shape of a strange teardrop. The surface of the flower is crisscrossed with dense lines, as if it is broken and re-adhesive. The white is almost transparent, and there is also a drop of water on it, which is crystal clear. Swaying in the wind, white waves floating slightly, beautiful and desolate and strange...

Breaking tears! It's actually tears!! Legend has it that the herb treasures that can come back from the dead, that people in the world and even people in the world dream of, are more effective than any elixirs - broken tears!

Qi Jingxun finally got up uncontrollably and eagerly approached the precious tears of the world. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but stopped. After a long time, he retreated, as if even a little touch would destroy it. Looking at it again and again, it is indeed tears.

Thinking of this, the star eyes flashed through the incomprehensible light of ordinary people and disappeared quickly.

It is also the first time he has seen tears in reality. He has seen tears in medical books in the palace before. According to the book, tears are extremely demanding for the growth environment, and no one has been able to cultivate them in the past few hundred years.

It has long been rumored in the world that tears no longer exist, but how can I be happy that I am lucky to see the legendary fairy grass with my own eyes here? Surprised? Moreover, the world's helpless tears were actually cultivated by this unattractive re-appearance, not a plant, but a large area of white sea!

Is this man named Chongli really just a conspirator?

He turned his head again and looked at the man sitting quietly. Qi Jingxun was still puzzled, and his eyes were more exploration and suspicion.

Chongli didn't look at him. He walked straight to the window and looked at the sea of flowers indifferently. He stretched out his hand and broke off a tear. The broken tear flower was slightly close in the palm of the man. It was instantly annihilated by the wind like powder and no longer existed. It's decadent and magical, but in the blink of an eye.

It's just that the broken stem slowly oozes out a little crystal clear **, slowly condenses, and finally condenses into a tear-shaped crystal! The crystal is like condensed into tears, clear without any impurities, real tears! This is the real tear!!