Zun'an for thirty-three years.
January 1st.
There is no such thing as a holiday for the imperial court today, and all civil and military officials will come to court early on time.
The emperor issued a decree in the morning, granting amnesty to the world and exempting 10% of various taxes.
Amid the praises of hundreds of officials singing their praises, the emperor ended his morning court and retreated behind the scenes.
New year, new look, nothing happened last night.
The fact that Feng Bei, a foreigner, was not only invited to the Zheng family's reunion banquet, but also stayed overnight at the Zheng family's house, spread quietly throughout the night as if it had grown wings.
It was originally a big deal, but many night guards thought about it, and then thought it was not a big deal.
Not the first time.
When Zheng Xiu woke up, he found himself lying in the room, sleeping alone.
I don’t know who was so sensible and changed him into a new pair of warm pajamas. Zheng Xiu woke up rubbing his eyebrows. Soon after, Zheng Erniang brought a bowl of spicy and sour fish head and tofu soup. The soup was sprinkled with green chopped green onions, which could refresh him. sober up.
"Master, you don't look good. Could it be that you didn't sleep well?"
Zheng Erniang asked softly.
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I suffered from nightmare syndrome and woke up several times in the middle of the night."
"Nightmare syndrome?" Zheng Erniang was stunned and quickly asked: "But you are still worried about Princess Yurun's case?"
"no."
Zheng Xiu denied it, while drinking sober fish soup, hiding his weird face.
He fell asleep inexplicably last night while listening to the four-person chorus.
Zheng Xiu had a dream: the beginning of the dream was good. The young man and Feng Bei were galloping on horses on the vast prairie, heading towards a valley where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant.
Feng Bei led the horse, the young man sat behind Feng Bei, and the pony rode the big horse. Then as I walked, the dream developed in a strange direction.
The young man laughed and said, "Sister Fengbei, I want to hug you and chase you to the end of the world."
Feng Bei smiled faintly: "Of course Feng Bei is willing in every possible way, but Feng Bei is worried..."
Young man: "Don't worry, we'd better enjoy this moment. This is a golden opportunity!"
Feng Bei suddenly looked back at the young man: "I like you."
The boy replied: "Ah! What a coincidence! Me too... no! I like you more!"
Feng Bei stubbornly shook his head: "No, I have more!"
The boy's heart arose and he was dissatisfied: "I am more!"
Feng Bei: "You can't have more than me, I'm already full!"
The boy sneered: "If you are full, then I am overflowing!"
People behave strangely in dreams, but they can't control it.
When Zheng Xiu dreamed of this, he felt like he was about to wake up from a fright.
However, Feng Bei suddenly pulled the horse's rope and stopped the horse.
If the first half is a romantic drama, the second half becomes a thriller.
The distant hills gradually turned into dust and scattered, revealing the gray abyss behind them.
Feng Bei looked at the young man with cold eyes, his long black hair flying in the wind, and said angrily: "Who are you?"
She took off her gloves and scratched the boy's face.
Zheng Xiu found that he had turned back into "Master Zheng".
The angry Feng Bei slapped himself into ashes all over the sky.
Feng Bei in Mr. Zheng's dream slapped him awake, and he woke up in a cold sweat.
"Are you sick?"
Only then did Zheng Erniang notice that the master was all wet with sweat. She suddenly approached Zheng Xiu's face and pressed her forehead against it.
This is how Er Niang used to check Zheng Xiu's temperature when she was a child.
I didn't think there was anything wrong before, but now that the two of them are close, the smell of lilacs hits their faces.
"It's not burning."
Zheng Erniang was relieved and asked someone to quickly boil a bucket of hot water for the master to bathe and change clothes.
While taking a bath, Zheng Xiu pressed his conscience hard, thinking about how he could have such a shameless dream last night.
It stands to reason that there is something to think about every day... No, Zheng Xiu doesn't believe that there is something to think about every day. He carefully recalled the plot in the dream, and suddenly understood with a slap on his thigh.
Putting on a white velvet-collar brocade coat, Zheng Xiu looked handsome. He stepped out of the main room and went straight to the study next to him.
Last month, he used Zheng E's vest to copy a bunch of books.
Among them, because the works of the great writer Ximen Bei were popular very quickly, Zheng Xiu copied many of them.
With a strange expression on his face, Zheng Xiu rummaged through the basket and pulled out a book called "Wild Wolf Fate".
The book tells the story of a woman who was so angry that her husband ran away from home. On the vast grassland, she encountered a pack of wolves, but was saved by a savage and fell in love with the savage.
The savage and the woman ran on horseback and spoke a line of unrestrained and dissolute words.
The ending is still regrettable. The woman later found out that she was pregnant, so she went home and gave birth to the child. Later, the woman refused to leave the wilderness savage, and secretly ran away to the wilderness, and gave birth to a child named "Wolf" with the savage. At the end, in order to fulfill the woman's family, the savage took the child into the mountains alone.
Silently re-reading "Wild Wolf Fate", Zheng Xiu had the illusion that his conscience was contaminated.
When he was shocked by the literary talent of the great writer Ximen Bei, and even more shocked by the incredible nature of the story, Zheng Xiu also understood the origin of his nightmare. Now Zheng Xiu roughly knows that under certain circumstances, there can be some kind of connection between these magicians. Zheng Xiu called this situation "squeezing wool".
This kind of pattern makes Zheng Xiu feel that the system of doorway thaumaturgy is quite weird. It is more like an uncontrollable infectious disease than a way to transcendence.
early morning.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zheng Xiu felt refreshed and put the nightmare of last night behind him.
Early in the morning, many servants came to pay their respects to the master and said with a smile, "May the master be rich and have good luck."
Brotherhood, servants, Zhizhibobo Pingpinglili, cook, Xi'er and so on.
They knew that the master had always been generous. Zheng Erniang naturally knew the customs of the Zheng family and had already prepared a stack of banknotes. The master liked to send them out wrapped in red envelopes. He said that giving money like this made him look particularly arrogant. Rich people occasionally spend money like water, which is also a kind of happiness.
After giving out thousands of taels of red envelopes as usual, Zheng Xiu offered incense to his dead father and ancestors in the ancestral hall, praying for their blessings.
It took Zheng Xiu nearly an hour to follow this custom.
On the way back from the ancestral hall, he accidentally bumped into Feng Bei. Just as Zheng Xiu was about to take the red envelope out of his arms, the last scene of the nightmare came to mind again, making Zheng Xiu feel a little guilty inexplicably. So Zheng Xiu took out his hand from his arms.
Feng Bei is still dressed in black, with cloud sleeves and moon patterns, and his long hair covers his right eye.
She was looking around in the yard, and Zheng Xiu saw something bad. It was too late to cut the trumpet, and the two were about to bump into each other in the corridor, so Zheng Xiu stepped forward bravely.
"Miss Fengbei, did you sleep well last night?"
"Master Zheng is interested." Feng Bei replied calmly, and then asked as expected: "Excuse me, Zheng... where is Zheng E?"
There was a hint of regret hidden deep in Feng Bei's left eye.
I don't know what she regrets.
There is also a certain information gap between Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu regarding the identity of "Zheng E".
Feng Bei knew that Zheng E was Zheng Shan's son, but she thought that Zheng Xiu didn't know that Zheng E was Zheng Shan's son. She thought that Zheng E deceived Zheng Xiu and made Zheng Xiu think that Zheng E was his son.
To put it simply, it can be summed up in one word: seniority chaos.
Hearing this, Zheng Xiu understood instantly and felt happy. Feng Bei actually knows how to cover for Zheng E. That's some progress.
Zheng Xiu made a random joke, saying that the children had been uproarious all night and still hadn't woken up.
Feng Bei immediately asked where the boy was sleeping and wanted to find it.
Zheng Xiu didn't dare to let Feng Bei look for him, so he warmly invited Feng Bei to have breakfast.
Feng Bei thought about it, and it seemed that the reunion dinner she had at Zheng's house last night had changed her opinion of the richest man Zheng Xiu's character. She couldn't refuse, so she reluctantly agreed.
Passing by the hall, Zheng Xiu saw the orange cat Xiaofeng, and wanted to tease it a few times. Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiu's approach frightened the orange cat, but Zheng Xiu was right in front of it. It just rubbed its eyes as if it couldn't see anything, and hid. Shivering in the corner. Zheng Xiu looked back at Feng Bei and remained silent. This Feng Bei scared the little cat.
On the reunion table, three taels of pastries were paired with delicate porridge. Zheng Erniang and other family members have been waiting here for a long time. They bowed and asked the master and Miss Fengbei to take their seats.
During the meal, Zheng Xiu used his identity as "Master Zheng" and pretended to casually ask about the case of Princess Yurun.
Feng Bei stopped eating his porridge, then looked at Zheng Xiu calmly. After a moment of silence, he said, "The matter of Princess Yurun has actually been found out, and it was not a thaumaturge who committed the crime."
Zheng Xiu forgot to ask before, but this was the first time he heard Feng Bei talk about the case in person. He was a little surprised and asked: "Miss Feng Bei is so sure?"
Fengbei was silent.
"If you have concerns, just don't say anything."
"No." Feng Bei tucked the left side of her temple hair behind her ear: "The perpetrator easily broke Princess Yurun's neck. If I'm not mistaken, it was someone from the palace who did it."
