Meng Qi silently pushed the carry-on box to the doctor.

The two of them didn't say anything anymore, and finished the stew and a few pieces of pastries.

Sunkong Hohei, breeze gushed on the ridge, rolled up the sleeves.

Unfortunately, it was not Taijing in the past. There were no spring flowers and autumn moons with each other, and the prosperity of the city was the scenery. It was not that I was idle and I smiled side by side to see the world.

"well."

Meng Qi sighed and the dishes in this restaurant were very good.

If the food is cooked delicious, you must be willing to use oil to add seasonings. Meng Qi estimated that the price of this box of things would not be low. At least half the price is more expensive than ordinary restaurants. Mo Li actually bought it at double price. This kind of stacking is a bit uncomfortable.

After all, Mo Li’s money in her hands was earned by hard work.

It's time to find a way to get some money, the national teacher thought deeply.

Mo Li slowly ate the last piece of sesame sponge cake, and his eyes remained unchanged from the patrol soldiers in front of him.

Since Meng Qi came, he has been in this state of thought.

"Brother Meng, I think everything in Ningtai City is like a chessboard full of pieces, and there is no place to interfere."

If nothing unexpected happens, A Furong has been destroyed.

King Ning died suddenly, and the officials and clans were kept firmly in the mansion. There was no existence in the palace that could threaten this plan. Mo Li had already keenly realized that everything was slowly moving towards the ending that Qiu Si wanted: to restore the name of Chu, win people's hearts, and raise an army to fight for the world.

At this time, unless you directly lift the chessboard and forcefully interfere, the opponent will be a series of strategies for Qiu Si to control the situation.

Mo Li didn't have the heart to slowly investigate the ambitious aristocratic tribes in Ningtai City, nor did he want to support the other descendants of Ning Wang to counterattack Qiu Si. Not to mention that these methods take time, these things are not in line with Mo Li's temperament. How easy is it to break the deadlock quickly?

Qiu Si is not afraid of death, and is even willing to die. Killing him is useless and may have a counterproductive effect.

"We met the gangsters who believed in Qiu Si deeply, Cheng Jingchuan, and that little prince..." Mo Li pondered and said word by word, "But except Yuan Ting, the two people behind always make me wonder."

It’s like seeing you, and you seem to have a vague impression in your mind, but it’s on the surface.

——Cheng Jingchuan, who has great ambitions but always fails, does not get opportunities, and has no other way to go.

——I don’t want to be a puppet, I’m a little clever, and I don’t like studying and wanting to be a general.

Mo Li frowned. He didn't know what was wrong, but he could feel a subtle contradiction.

Maybe this is the doctor's instinct?

"Ha ha."

Meng Qi suddenly laughed, laughing very happily.

Mo Li looked at him expressionlessly. Meng Qi stopped seeing it when he saw it, and said with a smile: "It is indeed very difficult to deceive the doctor, especially pretending to be crazy and stupid in front of the doctor."

"Love?" Mo Li said unexpectedly, "Qu Si is indeed not normal, and his eyes look at people are not very correct..."

Meng Qi waved his hand casually and said, "He is indeed crazy, but a madman can also pretend to be crazy. Especially when his behavior is difficult to understand and he cannot find the reason, it can only be attributed to him being a madman, thus concealing his real purpose."

Mo Li felt again that there was a gap between the dragon vein and the dragon vein. He could not only deal with such twists and turns, but he could not even imagine it.

"Qu Si has been pushing Cheng Jingchuan in front of us." Mo Li said what he encountered Qiu Si in the fire scene and asked puzzledly, "He is not afraid of us being suspicious. He did it very clearly, and I really can't understand."

It is difficult to keep up with the madman's idea. Now Meng Qi actually said that madman was still consciously confusing the public? Mo Li felt that he might need to go to the drugstore below to buy a sachet that is refreshing and awake.

At this time, more soldiers patrolling the city were getting more and more soldiers, and a man who looked like a commander was looking around. Meng Qi pulled Mo Li with his back to the street in time. The two of them lay side by side on the roof, very close to each other. Meng Qi blinked at Mo Li, then pressed his fingers on his lips and whispered: "Don't move for now."

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, Meng Qi still couldn't get up, and he pressed Mo Li's shoulders and joked: "Eat and drink enough, lie down for a while."

Mo Li: "…"

No, fish don't have the preference for sunbathing.

It's still the summer sun!

Mo Li broke free with her backhand, pulled Meng Qi who was leaning on the roof without saying a word, and said expressionlessly: "You have just finished your meal, don't lie down."

Not good for the viscera.

Meng Qi wanted to speak but stopped. In fact, the gerbil has been doing this for hundreds of years, and it is not for anything else, it is comfortable.

And now there are doctors to accompany you, but because they are "doctors to accompany you", the right to feel comfortable and sunbathing after being full is gone.

Facing Mo Li's scrutiny gaze that seemed to be asking about "History of Bad Habits", Meng Qi coughed dryly and said in time: "The doctor just mentioned Qiu Si's intention. In fact, we don't need to bother guessing what the madman is thinking. He dared to push people over, not to be afraid that Cheng Jingchuan would turn against him. He can only be sure of two points... We will never trust Cheng Jingchuan, or Cheng Jingchuan will never follow us."

Mo Li nodded, he couldn't understand this.

Meng Qi dusted his sleeves and said, "I was thinking at first that I could feel at ease by relying on A Furong to provoke discord? In ancient times, wise men could win thousands of miles away and plan people's hearts. Can Qiu Si really calculate our thoughts?"

"No, he can't." Mo Li understood at a glance, and suddenly said, "He only knows Cheng Jingchuan."

So Cheng Jingchuan was willing to follow Qiu Si, and Cheng Jingchuan was not as he said, just wanted to have a place to show his ambitions.

Mo Li was a little disappointed, and Meng Qi hurriedly comforted: "No need to do this. Cheng Jingchuan's ambition should be true. At least he did think so in his early years, but just hide his current thoughts. It's nothing strange for people not to express their unbearable thoughts."

Mo Li shook her head and whispered: "He hasn't lied to you."

But he deceived his own eyes.

"Not that, Cheng Jingchuan is not false, and his words are true, and they cannot be considered deception. I can find this secret, and I have to thank Ali for the inadvertent saying, 'Why not replace it'." Meng Qi pretended to be used to the old man a few days ago, and wanted to stroke his beard and sighed. But after he felt empty, he could only retract his hand and said as if nothing had happened, "I saw many heroes of the heroes in the late Chen Dynasty. Cheng Jingchuan had ambitions and was ambitious to be the emperor. A person who wanted to be an emperor would not talk about his own ideas. The later he was, the better he would be to be the king in the troubled times."

Whoever wants to be king is the target of the archery.

Therefore, Cheng Jingchuan would never stand up and say that he would replace him, nor would he leave with Meng Qi. He would take over what Qiu Si left him, because this great situation in Ningtai City was his first step to realize his ambitions and ambitions.

Qiu Si "subdued" Cheng Jingchuan not because of kindness or interests, but because of everything he had been dormant in Jiangnan for decades.

Even if Qiu Si is a lunatic, except for this place, although the world is big, there is no better one, so Cheng Jingchuan can only endure it.

"He is waiting for the day when Qiu Si dies?" Mo Li asked hesitantly.

"To some extent, yes." A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Meng Qi's lips, and continued to guide Mo Li, "If a stupid person is replaced, he may be eager to kill Qiu Si and move him. Cheng Jingchuan is not stupid, so he should not be the one who repays his kindness with grudges."

Mo Li couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"

Observing human nature is a science, and no one can guarantee whether they will be mistaken.

Meng Qi laughed knowingly: "It's not what I can see, it's what Qiu Si told us."

"Um?"

Mo Li was stunned and passed Qiu Si's words and deeds very quickly in his mind.

Meng Qi thought that a gentleman like Mo Li would not be able to figure it out for a moment without understanding the meridian of political struggle.

"The relationship between the heir and the person in power is very complicated, especially like Qiu Si and Cheng Jingchuan, we cannot simply apply the relationship between the emperor and the prince, or the prime minister and the successor. They have no blood relationship, are not considered masters and apprentices, and even have no extra feelings, but they just need each other. Fu Chu is their banner, but these two people may not care about the Chu Dynasty, only their own ambitions and intentions. Qiu Si is old and needs an heir, but he is a lunatic, and it is not easy to be this heir."

Most people have to go through a test if they want to take a seat.

What Cheng Jingchuan has to experience may be the difficulty of the Infernal Purgatory level.

In addition to knowledge, talent, vision, perseverance, etc., he will also face countless temptations, and he will not lack any desire for beauty, money and power, and he must also solve the various difficulties set by Qiu Si for him. It is like burning A Furong. Qiu Si constantly causes trouble for Cheng Jingchuan, forcing him to crack, forcing him to gain trust in extreme unfavorable situations, and forcing him to take advantage of the power to survive in adversity.

Qiu Si is not a teacher who is good at temptation. He will not help solve any trouble after Cheng Jingchuan falls, and will just stand by and watch.

——A useless heir, it’s okay if you don’t want it.

Mo Li finally figured out the connection here, but still couldn't understand:

"Now Qiu Si doesn't care about life and death, which means that he is very satisfied with this heir. Why does he still cause trouble for Cheng Jingchuan? Cheng Jingchuan will not leave."

Meng Qi was idle, tapping the tiles with his fingers to distinguish the tone, and laughed: "As I said before, if Cheng Jingchuan showed a little thought of killing Qiu Si, or had this intention, I think he might not be alive today. Before he became a climate, Qiu Si had many ways to kill him, but now Qiu Si could not kill him. Not only was Cheng Jingchuan not the same climate as before, but he could not find a better successor who could still implement this ambition after his death."

Mo Li couldn't help but rub the forehead.

Before I pressed it, I reached out from behind and did it for my own sake.

The technique is neither light nor heavy, very comfortable.

But Mo Li froze, mainly because this technique was like falling into Pengze Lake that day and someone rubbed his sore waist for him.

After a slight escape, Mo Li said uneasy: "According to this, Cheng Jingchuan is now the dominant, and he can deal with Qiu Si."

"It's very difficult." Meng Qi sighed, not knowing whether he was regretful because of the words or Mo Li's avoidance. "Qu Si is not an ordinary madman after all, and it's not worth it to meet him. Cheng Jingchuan is not stupid, let alone-"

"What?" Mo Li asked.

"I guess these are what I guess. If Cheng Jingchuan was a very visionary and intelligent person, he would not listen to anyone's instigation, because he could see Qiu Si's ability. As long as Qiu Si did not completely lose his mind, then Qiu Si would be able to learn for one day, and Cheng Jingchuan would be able to learn for one day." Meng Qi thought about it and said to Mo Li intently, " Such a person would not be overshadowed even when the heroes emerged in the late Chen Dynasty."

Mo Li really didn't expect that Cheng Jingchuan was such a person. He saw him scolding the little prince before, and he was obviously very casual. Could it be that he was pretending?

etc--

"You said you pretend to be crazy and stupid. Since the person who pretends to be crazy is Qiu Si, he should not be Cheng Jingchuan. Could it be that he refers to the little prince?"

"Well, I can't say it." Meng Qi blew and blinked, "Maybe this child really wants to be a general?"

When Mo Li heard Meng Qi say this, there is nothing she doesn’t understand.

Looking at it from another perspective, the little prince who was under the supervision and forced to study without freedom knew that he would probably be a puppet. This little prince was chosen by Qiu Sicheng and Jingchuan. He was very smart. He knew that since ancient times, he had no good endings for puppets, and he didn't dare to act too smart. He simply yelled to be a general or a general who was expeditioning to the Western Regions.

In short, I have no interest in the Central Plains and imperial power.

It is absolutely impossible to make a living under the eyes of the old fox and the big fox.

Mo Li shook her mind and couldn't help laughing. What a little fox, it's clearly like a quarrel duck.

"Why do doctors laugh?"
To be continued...