In Zheng's house, Mr. Zheng is always the focus of everyone's attention, without exception.
When Feng Bei pushed Mr. Zheng out to bask in the sun in a wheelchair made by Yan Jiji, there were many pairs of eyes secretly watching them quietly.
For a while whistles were blowing and rumors were flying.
"When did you teach me the secret whistle of your brotherhood?"
Zheng Xiu was silent for a while. Feng Bei listened to the whistles in the yard and felt that the whistles didn't sound right. He pinched the soft flesh of Zheng Xiu's waist angrily and asked.
Feng Bei even blushed and began to worry about what to give Zheng Xiu if he asked for a "reward" with a shy face again.
Then... hold hands?
Can he be satisfied?
Fengbei has a flat mouth.
Although Fengbei had tried everything during the ten years she lived in Cicada Valley in the Painted World, she thought she was living like Xie Luohe at that time and didn't take it seriously. Now back to reality, every time she recalled the madness in the valley, she always blushed... It was so bold.
This man is like this. He doesn't let go of hawks when he sees rabbits. He has a lot of bad habits when he is the richest man.
Squeezing and squeezing, Feng Bei sighed softly. She still can't adapt to her new identity and new situation.
Both she and Zheng Xiu need time.
In the wheelchair, Zheng Xiu suddenly showed a painful expression.
"Ouch!"
"Oh my god!"
"I'm giving you face, right?"
Master Zheng suddenly cursed, and for a moment he was extremely angry, and for a moment he grinned as if he had been beaten badly, and his whole body shook like chaff.
Feng Bei was stunned and let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted. She clearly didn't kill him.
"Meow."
Xiaofeng Meow jumped down from the roof and called out.
Feng Bei looked back.
A man and a cat looked at each other.
Feng Bei looked at Xiao Feng Miao, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the cat she gave to Zheng Xiu was the cat she had given to Zheng Xiu back then, or the cat they had raised in the world of the painting for ten years.
They look so much alike.
But why are they so similar?
Feng Bei frowned, but Xiao Fengmiao lazily yawned, lying on his front paws, the cat's buttocks stood high, and the hair on his body stood up and trembled.
Zheng Xiu became quiet and broke into a hot sweat.
"call……"
He opened his eyes and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with enough intention, but soon an uncontrollable excitement appeared in his eyes.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Feng Bei ignored Xiao Feng Miao who looked very similar to Xiao Feng Miao. After noticing Zheng Xiu's weirdness, Feng Bei asked in a low voice.
"I have learned a new magic technique. I will show it to you when I have time."
Zheng Xiu had no reservations about Feng Bei, and even seemed to be playing tricks.
He was very curious about how his wife would look when he transformed into a muscle monster "The Devil" in the room and showed off his giant cannon.
"Understand...thaumaturgy?"
Feng Bei was really surprised when he heard this: "You just slept through it?" She asked dumbfoundedly: "What method of yours..."
Zheng Xiu had told her in those ten years that the real path he took was [Prisoner], a natural [Prisoner].
Feng Bei's words were drawn out, but he did not continue.
This was a secret between the two of them. Feng Bei knew that except for her, no one else in Zheng's house knew the true path Zheng Xiu took. So Feng Bei kept silent, nodded, and wiped Zheng Xiu's sweat with his sleeves.
"By the way, Xiaofengmiao was here just now?"
"In..." Feng Bei was about to point not far away, but when he looked up, he saw that Xiaofeng Miao had slipped away without a trace. She was puzzled and replied: "I was there just now."
"No wonder, I heard a meow in Mi Mi Huhu." Zheng Xiu didn't pay attention. He moved around in the wheelchair for a few times and suddenly said with a bitter face: "My body is wet with sweat. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I can catch cold easily. .”
"Then go and change quickly."
Feng Bei answered matter-of-factly.
Zheng Xiu lowered his head in a contemplative manner: "But my body has not recovered yet, and I have difficulty moving... Feng, please rest for now. I'll see if Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, Lily, and the others are free and can help me bathe and change clothes."
Behind the flowers in the distance, the graceful figure hiding behind her immediately raised her ears.
When Feng Bei heard this, he narrowed his eyes, became alert, and snorted softly: "Huh?"
Zheng Xiu smiled and hummed back: "Huh?"
Feng Bei: "Hmm?"
Zheng Xiu: "Hmm?"
Feng Bei was defeated again and pushed Zheng Xiu back to the room: "No need."
"But, isn't this bad? After all, you are still... ahem, Huang Hua's eldest daughter. This is not good." Zheng Xiu pretended to shirk the blame, and he was very worried about the reputation and reputation of Huang Hua's eldest daughter Feng Bei. Chastity.
Tsk, a young lady with ten years of experience as a married woman.
Thinking about it, it's quite exciting.
Feng Bei gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "It doesn't matter!"
boom!
Feng Bei slammed the door, making the bricks and tiles tremble.
After Zheng Xiu returned to his status as the richest man, everything became more sophisticated again.
Prepare buckets, boil water, set up screens, and deliver clothes. After a set of procedures were followed, Feng Bei's bathing and dressing change for Zheng Xiu made a fuss known to everyone in Zheng's house.
When Zheng Erniang learned about this, she couldn't laugh or cry, and secretly said: "Why is the master so public after recovering from his illness?"
She didn't know what Zheng Xiu had experienced outside, nor what Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei had experienced, nor did she know that the erosion of a hundred years was equivalent to living a lifetime and could completely change a person's temperament.
Zheng Xiu's change made her a little surprised, but when she looked back and thought about Zheng Xiu's current status, she felt that it was normal. Which master is not romantic? The previous master was too upright.
The room was filled with water mist and steaming.
Zheng Xiu soaked in the warm hot water, the pores on his limbs relaxed, and he felt so comfortable to this day.
Feng Bei had a sullen face and used a towel to rub Zheng Xiu's back vigorously. Thinking of what happened just now, Feng Bei said with a straight face: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"Accidentally." Zheng Xiu replied guiltily.
Well, if you are careless on purpose, it can be considered careless.
Of course, he didn't plan to do anything else. At this moment, Zheng Xiu was enjoying the feeling of getting to know Feng Bei again, and a little separation was better than a newlywed.
By the way, ambiguous.
Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered a word.
In a relationship, ambiguity is always the most addictive period.
I felt happy all of a sudden.
He stretched out his hand and moved it on the surface of the water. Looking at his skin that was gradually returning to rosy and bloody color, Zheng Xiu resisted the urge to use his body to withstand the possession of the "devil" and show off his muscle cannon.
Usually when he uses thaumaturgy, he uses the incarnation as a shell, using the avatar to carry the "bird in prison" to carry out inhuman changes. Zheng Xiu had never tried to use his body to carry the "bird in prison". He didn't know what the consequences would be and did not dare to try it easily.
Now his demonization system has added "devil creation" to add more support.
Different from "bird in prison".
In the portal, Zheng Xiu fought fiercely with Dan Mo for hundreds of rounds, and almost figured out the advantages and disadvantages of Dan Mo.
The devil takes a pure muscle route, with amazing strength but extremely slow movement speed. Dan Mo's trump card is the giant cannon fired from his mouth. Zheng Xiu will never forget how Dan Mo's cannon blasted out a huge whirlpool in the gray mist world behind the door, as if it was stabbing hard in the deep sea. Make a hole.
Pure muscles and giant guns are the romance of men. Slower speed, Zheng Xiu thinks it is not a problem at all.
etc.
Zheng Xiu touched his chin and suddenly had a bold idea.
Is it possible to possess both "Bird in Prison" and "Devil" at the same time?
A muscular cannon with wings that shoots wildly in the sky? Isn't this... a high-altitude muscle cannon?
hiss……
Summary back.
Zheng Xiu's trip to "cannibal painting" was a bumpy one, and he almost got his own heart involved, and was almost taken over by Gongsun Mo in an alternative way. It was extremely dangerous, but in the end he gained a lot.
[Painter] has spent hundreds of years recreating cannibal paintings and has almost come to an end. As far as painting skills and artistic accomplishment are concerned, Zheng Xiu has reached the level where he can look down on the world and become a great master of the generation. It is no exaggeration for him to say that even if he has lost all his wealth, he can make a comeback with just this painting skill. A single painting can make countless rich people, even emperors, lose their heads and blood, and spend money like water.
After all, this is the power of painting that has been cultivated for hundreds of years.
Zheng Xiu even captured the "painter" artifact and took it for himself.
[Prisoner] captured the "Devil" at the gate, and the claw-shaped patterns on his chest changed a bit, rising slightly, like claws with muscles.
Nowadays, Zheng Xiu is no longer a weak rich man who is powerless after leaving the prison cell. Even if he was outside the cell, with only the thaumaturgy of the [Painter] level... Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and compared, he didn't dare to say that he could beat Feng Bei, but it was easy to beat Ye Weiyang and the First Quarter Moon.
In addition to the gains from the door, he also inexplicably gained a new talent.
This may be related to the fact that he can vaguely understand the words of the White Snake and the Crow Raider.
[Foreign Language (minor attainment)] You have been with non-human creatures day and night, and have been inseparable from them. Over time, you can vaguely understand their gibberish.
It turns out that this is a "foreign language".
Although it was unexpected, Zheng Xiu felt that it didn't seem to be of much use. It was just a little communication with small animals.
If he thought about it carefully, he probably learned this new skill during the ten years he spent day and night with Xiao Fengmiao in the world of paintings.
Better than nothing.
For Zheng Xiu, the most rewarding years were those ten years.
Zheng Xiu turned his back to Feng Bei, feeling deeply moved and couldn't help but caress Feng Bei's little hand on his shoulder with his backhand.
The moment Feng Bei was "frivolous", his whole body stiffened slightly, but he soon became calm again.
Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "Actually, this is quite good."
Feng Bei: "Huh?"
"After I accidentally peeked at the door, the first time I entered was Baili Village... Baili Village twenty years ago saved you." Zheng Xiu said slowly in a nostalgic tone: "Looking back, A lot of things happened unknowingly, and even if the world changed drastically due to this incident, and the intersection between the eternal world and the eternal darkness became unstable, I never regretted it."
Feng Bei listened in surprise. She didn't understand why Zheng Xiu suddenly said these things, but Feng Bei understood the next sentence.
"Zhu is wrong. Even if he has 10,000 reasons, he can't let so and so die, let so and so become a human pillar to suppress Chang An. No one is willing to be taken away by Chang An. No matter how Chang Shi becomes, this is definitely not the case. The right way to respond.”
"So, don't think too much. It's not your fault. It never has been. If a person wants to live, that's right."
Tragedy will only give birth to more tragedies.
As the saying goes, you can catch a glimpse of a leopard. Zheng Xiu learned from the story of Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe two hundred years ago that in the past thousand years, every hundred years, Zhu's layout caused many people to die unjustly.
Let many strangers fall into the darkness and become human pillars.
Feng Bei stopped rubbing her back, and she seemed to be struggling.
Zheng Xiu was right. After returning from the world in the painting, Feng Bei learned that it was precisely because of his "living" that all kinds of weird things were born in the world.
Because he was alive, the human pillars were uneven, causing the boundary between Chang An and Chang Shi to be unstable.
Zheng Xiu really understood her. Even if Feng Bei never mentioned this matter, Zheng Xiu also understood the remorse in Feng Bei's heart.
Seeing that Feng Bei was silent, Zheng Xiu smiled and threw out his trump card: "Remember, I still owe you something."
Feng Bei's pretty face was slightly startled: "You mean?"
Zheng Xiu proudly raised an index finger and waved it left and right in front of Feng Bei's eyes: "You said that you want a child, Zheng's child. Ahem, I can work harder and help you conceive...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. —Shrew! Are you planning to murder your husband?"
"..."
Feng Bei squeezed hard.
A sound like a killing pig came from the room.
Pain and happiness.
The atmosphere in the house is charming, double the happiness, and the riding fun.
Rested for a few days.
The news that Mr. Zheng had recovered from his serious illness was like having wings, flying all over the streets and alleys. Many Zheng's properties took advantage of this and organized many large-scale entertainment activities.
For example, buy nine and get one free, top up 10,000 taels in heaven and earth and get 999 taels of silver, etc., such as Zheng's bank raising the interest rate on large-denomination certificates of deposit.
Zheng Xiu randomly threw out a few ideas and asked people to implement them. Zheng Erniang was so busy that she complained that the accounts were getting bigger and bigger, and the money was getting bigger and bigger.
It’s late April in the blink of an eye.
Under Feng Bei's careful "care", Zheng Xiu recovered his health and got out of his wheelchair. He took the time to walk around his family's major industries and show his face. It took several days just to go through the motions. It can be seen that he How big is the industry?
There were a lot of rumors circulating in the city earlier, saying that Mr. Zheng's life was hanging by a thread and that the Zheng family tree was about to fall. Zheng Xiu swaggered around the city a few times to dispel these rumors.
Zheng Erniang chose a good day and once again invited Xu Di, the first face-saving person, to come and save Mr. Zheng's face to celebrate his recovery from illness and his new life.
Since the death of the raven keeper, there have been no more ravens in the sky above the Imperial City, not a single one. Ye Weiyang's night guards and Xingxu, who usually like to squat on the roof, seemed to have evaporated and disappeared without a trace.
Of course, Ye Weiyang's people didn't really disappear. Rather, they have their own civilian identities and their own professions. The Night Lord has lost his "eyes" and cannot issue orders. The members of Ye Weiyang can only hide in the market again and work silently.
The impact of hundreds of years of loneliness on Zheng Xiu cannot be removed overnight. When he first "came back", everyone he saw felt strange, after all, they hadn't seen each other for a hundred years. He couldn't even name many people at the moment.
Gradually, after Zheng Xiu adapted to his original status as the richest man, he became friendly again when he called Qing Shisan.
"Celebrate the approval..."
Qing Shisan has done his duty faithfully and has been guarding the master for more than half a month. Now that the familiar name came out of Zheng Xiu's mouth, Qing Shisan was slightly startled, his eyes were blurred, he took a heavy puff of smoke, jumped off the roof, walked forward, and smiled. He said: "What are your orders, Master?"
It's back, it's all back.
Qingpi was filled with emotion.
The master never mentioned what happened to him during these days.
But Qing Shisan realized from the ambiguity between him and Feng Bei that something was going on between them, something big had happened. It's just that Zheng Xiu didn't mention it and Qingpi never asked about it. This is called quality and dedication.
"I want to have a meeting." Zheng Xiu stood under the sun. Zheng Xiu, with the light behind him, looked particularly tall in Qing Shisan's eyes.
Zheng Xiu began to call names.
"You, Ji Hongou, Pei Gaoya, Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, Lily, Yan Jiji, monk," Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said after a pause: "How is Xi'er lately?"
Qing Shisan understood as soon as he heard this, blinked and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry." He deliberately emphasized the word "rest assured". Since Zheng Xiu asked about "Xi'er" and not "Yueyan", Qing Shisan From this title and context, Thirteen figured out what Mr. Zheng really wanted to ask. After first making sure that Xi'er was trustworthy, he continued: "Xi'er, she has been very busy recently, and Ye Weiyang has no more work to do. , returned to the cloth shop to make new clothes honestly. After she knew that her husband was seriously ill, she secretly came to visit him a few times. If it weren't for the inconvenience, she might have come every day and watched him every day. No, she learned about it earlier After you recovered from your illness, you secretly muttered a few words while riding in the car, hey! In the end, it accidentally reached Qing's ears."
"Okay." Zheng Xiu nodded calmly: "Call her, take the secret passage, and keep a low profile."
Qing Shisan squinted his eyes and said concisely: "Understood."
"What big things happened to Ye Weiyang recently?"
Qing Shisan lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. Hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "It's not a big deal...it's better to say, it's quite quiet."
Zheng Xiu also squinted at the sun.
The sun is scorching.
He thought of the world in the painting and the murals he saw in the west of the desert.
After a long while, he sighed: "It's too quiet."
