Pension Strategy

    Ning Qiu liked to ask Ning Qiu when she was a child, "Mother, when can I be better than you?"

    But when he grew up, he realized how naive and ignorant he was. What he should ask is, "Mother, when will I be able to do ten tricks under your hands?"

    Because Ningdong still remembers that she asked her mother a question before, that is, when will she be invincible in the world, at that time her mother just smiled and said casually, "Wait for you to be under my hands. After ten strokes, you will be invincible in the world."

    At that time, he felt that his mother was always teasing him and was not serious at all, but when he grew up, he found that his mother was really sincere!

    On the day he was seventeen years old, he paid a price full of scars, and finally was able to persevere to the tenth trick under his mother's hands.

    After the coma, there was only one thought in his mind, Jianghu, here I come!

    The first thing after waking up, Ning Dong rushed to Ning Qiu's room and shouted excitedly, "Mother, I finally did it!"

    He was happy to be able to go down the mountain, and also excited to be the number one in the world.

    But there was no one in the room, only a letter on the table.

    "Son, I'm going out to play in the mountains and water, you can do it yourself."

    At this time, Ning Dong was deeply enlightened. In fact, her mother had long disliked him, and she wished she could immediately pass ten moves and then go out to play!

      leave.

    First go to Sister Wang Ling. She left several years ago and said she was going to rebuild Wangjia Village.

    Then go to Yang Fugui, the little friend fulfilled his childhood dream and became a rich man.

    In the end, of course, I'm going to find my mother! However, according to her mother's unconventional nature of playing cards, it must be difficult to find a place where she goes to play.

    Actually as Ning Dong thought, Ning Qiu had already gone to Tianwai Palace to reminisce with Yang Meng.

    This girl also has a big life, and can survive a month after the throat lock attack.

    After that, the old palace master was the only female guard, and the old valley owner who was also the guard fell in love. Now that the old valley owner is dead, she has no love for her life. The position was given to Yang Meng.

    The two were greedy for cups under the moon, Yang Meng was drunk, holding the jug, smiling extremely stupidly, "Ning Qiu, let me tell you a secret."

    "What's the secret?" Ning Qiu smiled, she raised her glass to invite the bright moon, and only had a taste.

    Yang Meng hiccups, her eyes blurred, and she nagging, "The secret is, I used to like your friend very much, but when I was in Tianwaigong, everyone was always in Saying that I was deliberately approaching, and over time, I will feel resentment towards you, and I have done a lot of wrong things."

    May be speaking out what she has been worrying about for a long time, she instantly feels much more relaxed.

    Ning Qiu drank wine and said nothing, his eyes were full of satisfaction.

    And Yang Meng was just venting on her own, without Ning Qiu's reply, she held the jug without letting go, fell on the table, and slept soundly.

    It was noon when I woke up the next day, and when Yang Meng found the farewell letter, she screamed again and again, "Ning Qiu, you bastard!

    It's only been a few days to leave without saying goodbye. It's really annoying. When I see you next time, she must... well, I can't beat her.

      .

    Ning Qiu knew that she must have been talked about by Yang Meng, because her ears were very hot and red all the way out of Tianwai Palace.

    Today is the death day of the original father, and before the afternoon, she rushed to the capital, bought some things for worship, and went to the imperial mausoleum.

    The imperial mausoleum is guarded, she needs a gold medal to enter.

    Ning Qiu recognized this person, "Ji Ping?"

    "It's me, long time no see." Ji Ping greeted him in the most familiar and flat tone, but he was very excited.

    Over the years, he knew that Ning Qiu would come to the cemetery to worship on this day every year.

    But they will never meet, which makes him feel a pity, but also seems to be doomed.

    When Ning Qiu came, the guard immediately told him the news that Ji Ping had just left the court, and he didn't even have time to change the dragon robe, so he hurried over and waited until now.

    Ning Qiu laughed and joked, "I heard that you are the most industrious emperor. Every day you deal with memorials, you are calculated by the pound, how can you come out when you have time."

    Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is similar. Under Ji Ping's management, Li Guo has an unprecedented prosperity, and the emperor's splendid career is also talked about by the people. Much loved.

    "With you staring at the people, how dare I be a little negligent." Ji Ping also relaxed a lot, and his speech became closer.

    The heights are very cold. Over the years, when he first ascended the throne, he did not have the power of life and death like he does now, and he lived like walking on thin ice.

    Before meeting Ning Qiu, he was worried that he would be disliked and said to be too alienated, but now he finds that some people, even if they haven't seen him for a long time, have not changed.

    Ning Qiu regarded him as Ji Ping, the sword fairy in wine first, and then the emperor.

    Ning Qiu spread her hands, "That's really my fault for keeping you so busy."

    "So how do you compensate me?" Ji Ping said smoothly.

    "You are an emperor, you don't lack anything, what else can you make up for." Ning Qiu lowered her eyes and pretended to think deeply, "Beauty? Do you want it?"

    Ji Ping was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, "Don't make fun of me, I don't like this kind of thing."

    His harem is just a few concubines, not even the queen.

    In the beginning, many people were against it, but his attitude was very strong, and Ning Qiu gave him all his wealth, so he could do what he liked without too many restrictions .

    "Okay, then I'll give you a good wine." Ning Qiu was just teasing, "You can be considered a good fortune, I have brewed a lot of good wine in these years, keep fit, prolong life, very suits you."

     Ji Ping held his forehead and said helplessly, "It seems that I am really getting old, and now I can only drink this kind of wine."

    "Very good, I have this awareness."

    The two chatted for a long time.

     Knowing that Ning Qiu will be in the capital for a while, because there will be a lantern festival in a few days, and young talents will compare poems under the moon, she still wants to stay and have a look.

    So after Ji Ping returned to the palace, he immediately sent people to prepare, to arrange the best lantern festival this year, the officials who received the order did not know why the emperor would pay attention to this kind of program, but immediately to arrange.

    At the same time, the emperor, who did not pay attention to his appearance, began to dress up, like a boudoir girl, to meet his sweetheart.

     What do you think of my outfit?"

    "Extraordinary handsome." Xiao Lizi gave a thumbs up.

    He followed His Majesty when he was a little eunuch, and it was the first time he was so excited to see His Majesty after several decades.

    Perhaps that woman is the woman on the picture scroll that His Majesty painted and protected in the study.

     Ji Ping dawdled for a long time and felt that there was no problem, so he went to meet.

    He knew that there was no possibility between them, but he was satisfied to get along like this.

    After getting along for nearly half a month, Ji Ping became more and more reluctant, "Ning Qiu, if you have a next life, what do you want to do."

    If there is a next life, he would love to be with her. This is what Ji Ping silently added in his heart.

    "The next life..." Ning Qiu was a little dazed, she seemed to have forgotten what the so-called next life was.

    Some people want to pin their regrets in the next life, but she doesn't know where her next life is.

    After traveling for a long time, she will feel like a duckweed, swaying everywhere, where she can settle down, but it seems that it is not her root and cannot stop.

    After a long silence, Ning Qiu smiled lightly, "Maybe I want to go home."

    "Are you going home?" Ji Ping murmured softly, and then looked forward to it, "Then when we meet next time, I will go to your house to taste the wine."

    "Hahaha, yes." Ning Qiu laughed heartily.

    If the opportunity arises, she welcomes it.