Let Zhizhi take Fengbei to the guest room to decorate. Zheng Xiu called Qing Shisan in code at night.
Whistle blowing, the news spread.
The fraternity's contact network is exclusive, and their whistles are understood only by the fraternity.
Qing Shisan seems not to be at Zheng’s house.
Zheng Xiu was stunned and a little unhappy. Didn't he say you were looking for me?
Blow twice, and the other brothers will whistle back.
It is said that the three elders have important matters.
Ji Hongou went home to take care of her seriously ill husband.
Pei Gaoya went home to support his wife who had been in drought for a long time.
I see.
Zheng Xiu was not in a hurry and sent a message down to ask them to find Qing Shisan. He walked alone on the corridor and came to the east chamber unknowingly.
The two expensive sandalwood doors that were turned gray by Feng Bei's slap were replaced with new ones in one day. Even the textures on them were the same style, as if they had never been broken.
There was dim candlelight in the main room in the east chamber, and two concave and convex silhouettes were projected on the paper windows.
Pingping pushed out the door and walked out with Ji Qin in her arms. Ji Qin was so pressed that she seemed to be out of breath. Pingping saw the young master and said with a smile: "Young master, you are back! Er Niang has been waiting for a long time! She keeps talking all day long about how the master secretly gave birth to the young master and she didn't even know. Master, although the second Niang has a lot of complaints in her words, But since you are the young master’s baby, my second mother will definitely love you so much!”
"Then...shall I go in?"
As the saying goes, handsome kids always have to meet their parents. If this big lie continues, Zheng Xiu will have to find a way to make things right.
"That's natural! Pingping, please step aside for now."
Pingping bowed and saluted, her chest swayed, and she walked past the young master with a giggle.
After taking a few steps, Pingping couldn't help but take a few steps back and look at Zheng Xiu's face carefully.
Zheng Xiu kept a straight face and said nothing.
After looking at it for a moment, Pingping sighed: "They look really alike!"
Pingping blushed and touched the young master's head.
"It's a pity that Pingping was not here when the young master was born. Otherwise, Pingping was confident that she would not let the young master go hungry!"
After saying that, he puffed up his cigarette and ran away.
Zheng Xiu was left in a daze.
I didn’t even know if I was hungry when I was a child. How could you tell that I was hungry when I was a child?
Thinking of Pingping's wife-like figure that was as good as Bobo's, Zheng Xiu suddenly realized! Suddenly I felt heartbroken, Pingping, Pingping, how do you understand so much!
Bad learning!
Zheng Xiu pushed open the half-closed door with a grimace. Zheng Erniang was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering her head to embroider.
"You came."
As soon as Zheng Erniang saw Zheng Xiu pushing the door open, she stood up quickly, with a look of pampering on her face. She put down her sewing and walked to Zheng Xiu in a few steps. She leaned down and looked at the young man's face carefully.
"It really looks like it! It really does look like it, almost exactly the same as when I was a child! Come, sit here."
Zheng Erniang smiled and held Zheng Xiu's hand, sitting on the bedside, and asked with a smile: "Who is your mother?"
Zheng Xiu actually wanted to know this question too.
But when he came, he had a good excuse.
I used Teacher Qiong’s template, which is classic and practical and easy to use.
"My mother is dead."
In the first sentence of the game, Zheng Xiu threw Wang Zha first.
Zheng Erniang was stunned when she heard this: "Dead?" She subconsciously held the boy's hand, feeling the coldness of his palm. Erniang was silent for a while, and then said: "Poor child. Was your mother from the city when she was alive?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "No."
"Then..." Zheng Erniang looked into the young man's eyes: "Can you tell me how the master and your mother met?"
Zheng Xiu always felt that there was something in Er Niang's smart eyes.
"Ahem," the young man coughed twice and continued following the path of the romantic drama in his memory.
"My mother said that my father went south for business that year and met my mother by the lake."
Zheng Xiu did not say the specific year, but the implication is that Zheng Erniang, you know it yourself.
Zheng Xiu did run around outside for a few years.
"My mother said that she will remember it all her life. It was raining lightly that day and the lake was filled with mist, making it look like a fairyland."
"My mother, in her sixteenth year, held a simple and elegant green lotus paper umbrella."
"A gust of wind blew down my mother's green lotus paper umbrella. Dad appeared, grabbed the paper umbrella, and protected my mother from the wind and rain."
"My mother said she could never look away."
Many words are omitted here.
The bragging was a bit loud, and Zheng Xiu swallowed subconsciously. Gudong, very loud.
Zheng Erniang was stunned.
"Later, my father was in an emergency and had to return to the imperial city. My mother said that she could not go back with my father because of family matters. So she made a promise with my father that she would go north to reunite with my father in the coming summer when the lotus flowers are blooming. But what my father didn't know was "My mother already had a matchmaker appointment before she met my father. She had an unspeakable secret, but she couldn't bring it up to her father. She said she had lied to him."
"Then, my mother gave birth to me, but because she was pregnant out of wedlock, she was rejected by her family, so she had to change her name and leave her hometown."
Miserable stories always make women moved. Listening to them, Er Niang seemed to understand the misery of a woman raising a child alone, sobbing and weeping.
Zheng Xiu got to the point and told the rest of the story in one breath, almost as if he was endorsing it.
"My mother also said that she was of low status and that my father was a high-ranking wealthy businessman in the city, and my wife would definitely be a match for him in the future, so she didn't go looking for him."
"My mother often said during her lifetime that she actually hated God for being unfair and why her father showed up that day. She hated, complained, and thought about all her life, but in the end she was still grateful to God for allowing her to have this hateful, resentful, and deplorable life. Otherwise, the rest of her life will be like a dry well, lifeless."
Crying sounds could be heard outside the house. They were covert at first, but then they started to cry loudly.
The cries sounded like squeaks, waves, waves, Pingping, Lily, and the four of them seemed to be eavesdropping.
There was a cold snort from the roof, and murderous intent was invisible.
It's Fengbei.
She was actually listening secretly.
It’s over!
Fengbei, Fengbei, I never thought you would be such a gossip!
Zheng Xiu was so immersed in what he was talking about that he didn't realize that there were other people hiding outside.
Zheng Xiu's scalp was numb, why was Feng Bei here?
The outside of the east chamber was full of people.
In the shadows, the Brotherhood was also eavesdropping.
Zhizhi turned around and glared at them, and the brothers of the fraternity suddenly understood that they should not listen to the master's affairs, so they escaped quietly.
inside the house.
"Uuuuuuuuah, what happens next?" Erniang asked, wiping away tears.
Having said the words, Zheng Xiu could only bite the bullet and said, "Later, my mother died of illness, so I could only go north alone, begging and doing odd jobs along the way, and came here."
"Finally, after all the hardships, I came here. Dad happened to be in Xiangmanlou, so I asked him when I saw him."
"Master, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake that year?"
"So, I recognized my father."
"My dad hugged me and cried, Yuhe, Yuhe, why are you suffering!"
"Uh...I'm done."
Zheng Erniang had already cried out of shape under this tear-jerking story. She touched the young man's head and said sobbingly that this will be your home from now on. When the master comes back, they will have a banquet for the whole city and write Zheng E's name in the genealogy. A formal addition to the family tree.
Zheng Xiu originally wanted to say weakly that there was no need to go to so much trouble, but the atmosphere had reached this point. Zheng Erniang's expression seemed to be saying that if Zheng Xiu dared to disobey and overthrow Zheng's house, Zheng Xiu's decisive expression would When I saw it for the first time, I immediately didn’t dare to say anything and kept my mouth shut.
Zheng Erniang was recovering from a serious illness and was weak. Feeling a little uncomfortable after the ups and downs of emotions, the four fruit flowers came in crying, holding the young master in their arms and crying bitterly.
While hugging the young master, they forgave him at the same time.
Sure enough, women can still sympathize with women. Zheng Xiu heard such outrageous stories, but they actually believed them all. Zheng Xiu, who was suffocated by Ping Ping, finally broke free from his exaggeration. When he heard the whistle outside the house, he ran out of the east chamber while the four of them were comforting Zheng Erniang.
Feng Bei ducked down, her eyes shining brightly. After listening all night, she finally couldn't help but ask: "Who is your father?"
Zheng Xiu answered ambiguously: "Sister Fengbei, don't you know who I am?"
Feng Bei pursed her lips and did not answer. She was not sure at first, and now she is even less sure.
"Did you lie to the Zheng family?"
Zheng Xiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pretended to be calm and smiled and said, "You have to believe your own eyes, Sister Fengbei."
He already knew that Feng Bei suspected something, but as long as he refused to admit it, what could Feng Bei do?
Qing Shisan felt that the atmosphere was not right at this moment and rushed to the rescue: "Ahem, Master, something is wrong."
Feng Bei took a deep breath, quickly regained his composure, turned and left.
She was determined to find the answer in the boy.
Zheng E's identity and seniority were so confusing that Zheng Xiu himself couldn't figure it out. Zheng Xiu found Qing Shisan in the corner and quickly asked how the dungeon was progressing.
Qing Shisan was stunned and thought to himself, young master, you asked the Brotherhood to send a whistle all night long to call me back, just for this trivial matter?
But now that he was back, Qing Shisan could only take Zheng Xiu to the main room.
Yohu—? This dungeon is actually built in my room?
Before Zheng Xiu had time to ask, he saw Qing Shisan mysteriously twisting the vase in the corner. There was a sound of a mechanism snapping behind the wall, and the wall rotated, revealing the passage behind it.
so fast? How many days has it been? Zheng Xiu originally thought that it would be good to start construction, but now he even... turned on the mechanism?
Zheng Xiu looked blank and followed Qing Shisan down the secret passage.
Qing Shisan took out the fire folder and lit the torch on the wall.
Once upon a time, the fire was bright, and a spacious underground space appeared in front of Zheng Xiu.
It was only a few days before Qing Shisan was asked to build the dungeon before heading to Xiangu Temple.
The underground of Zheng's house was hollowed out, and the four walls of the dungeon seemed to be reinforced with fine steel, so there was no fear of landslides.
Although there is no decoration in the empty dungeon, if you add a little decoration and some torture tools, the dungeon will basically be completed.
Zheng Xiu was shocked: "How could you be so fast!"
"This, the young master doesn't know something."
Qing Shisan laughed and breathed out a few round smoke rings, his expression somewhat showing off.
"Don't underestimate it, the Zheng family is renowned as one of the top ten 'skilled hands' in the world!"
