Zheng Xiu lay awake all night alone.
Close the door tightly.
In the end, Yin Qingqing was sent in without being cleaned, and Feng Bei was embarrassed to come in.
The mess about the orange cat and Ye Weiyang annoyed Zheng Xiu all night long, leaving Master Zheng tossing and turning.
"Well, it would be nice to have someone by my side to chat with at this time."
early morning.
When Pingping rolled up her sleeves and diligently brought a basin of water to help the master wash up, she accidentally overheard the master's murmurs.
"Master! Pingping is so considerate! Master, if you have anything bothering you, feel free to tell Pingping."
When Pingping covered the hot towel and gently wiped the master's face, the buttons of her coat were so tight that they were about to fall apart. She puffed out her big breasts and volunteered.
"How's business in heaven and earth lately?"
Zheng Xiu asked casually.
Pingping was cleaning Zheng's face. When she heard this, she lowered her head and said softly: "We four sisters haven't been together for a long time."
"Um?"
"Recently, Er Niang signed a contract with a girl who was beautiful and beautiful. She became the new courtesan and attracted a lot of business for the world. It happened that the master was seriously ill, so Er Niang asked us to concentrate on taking care of him. Since then, we have never gone there again. There is a performance in heaven and on earth.”
"I see."
Zheng Xiu suddenly realized. He has been a shopkeeper for many years, and Zheng Erniang helps take care of many businesses. The people in charge of Zheng's shops and industries all obey Zheng Erniang, which saves Zheng Xiu a lot of trouble when managing such a large family business.
Pingping's original name was Dayueshi Aiwen, and she was from the ancient kingdom of Persia. Da Yuezhi Ai Wen, who once had the blood of an exotic princess, had a body that was safe for childbirth, and was once regarded by Zheng Erniang as one of the best candidates for Mrs. Zheng. Thinking of Pingping's origins, Zheng Xiu asked casually: "Have you ever heard of a general named Atulu?"
"Huh?" Pingping looked surprised: "How do you know about Atulu? He is a well-known 'hero' in our area!"
"hero?"
"Yes, it is said that General Aturu was the 'reincarnation of the Buddha' during his lifetime. Pingping didn't understand it in the past, but now that he thinks about it, he was probably a natural stranger like Miss Fengbei. Some say he was born with supernatural powers, others say He can be reborn after losing his limbs. Anyway, the book says that he fought in a battle and killed countless enemies and became a hero."
History may not be entirely written by the victors. Sometimes history books are written by different people.
Zheng Xiu lamented the absurdity of history. After breakfast, Zheng Xiu came to his long-lost study. The room, which is filled with the aroma of books, is spotless. It can be seen that when he was away, the family members did not slack off and still cleaned carefully.
In the corner of the study room stands the unfinished "Fengbei Statue", which is a by-product of his wool harvesting. Zheng Xiu stepped forward and lifted up the thick blanket used to cover the dust. Feng Bei, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, had begun to appear. His dashing figure and fluttering ponytail reminded Zheng Xiu of the scene when he met Feng Bei again.
Before the knife was used on the statue's face, Zheng Xiu picked up the small carving knife that was lying on the table - this was the one "lent" to him by Sun Erming, the knife loaner. There was a small "Dai" engraved on the handle. The word has a small hole punched at the end and a bunch of red rope is strung on it, giving it a rather antique flavor.
This is an antique.
A contract was pressed under the antique carving knife, and Sun Erming's fingerprint was pressed on it. The content of the contract was roughly that he guaranteed Sun Erming's next ten "divination sales" and settled them in one go. Sun Erming is a natural [Credit Sword Man]. His prediction is now stuck at Zheng Xiu, and it will be stuck ten times in the future. If this prediction fails to come true, Sun Erming will never be able to take a step deeper in the door. .
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but laugh when he remembered what he had done at all costs to collect the wool. Ke smiled, Zheng Xiu's face condensed. "When Zheng Shan kills his best friend with his own hands, I will come to get the money myself." Sun Erming's original "divination motto" echoed in his ears. Zheng Xiu lowered his head and thought: "Yes, what I asked him to calculate was ' Zheng Shan', he was also talking about Zheng Shan, not me. Now only the monk can be regarded as Zheng Shan's 'close friend'. If I had accidentally killed the monk on Tianyin Mountain at that time, this divination would have come true. But in the end Nothing happened..."
"Sun Erming said that what he 'saw' will definitely happen. If it doesn't happen, it's not 'wrong', but 'the time has not come'. Kill... kill... kill... I've seen many before. Movies can circumvent prophecies by using sidelines, and I don’t know if there will be any loopholes to take advantage of when it comes to me.”
At this time, there were footsteps at the door. He walked in without knocking. Zheng Xiu didn't look back. He heard the footsteps and knew that the person coming was Feng Bei.
Feng Bei stood by the door, staring blankly at the unfinished statue.
"You came."
Zheng Xiu covered the statue again with a thick blanket, turned around and smiled slightly at Feng Bei.
"When did you..."
Feng Bei was suspicious and pointed at the statue.
"A long time ago." Zheng Xiu thought for a while and answered truthfully: "Before we entered the cannibal painting."
Feng Bei was silent, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Silence was better than sound at this time, so there was no need to ask, Feng Bei already knew Zheng Xiu's intentions.
It turns out that earlier...
Feng Bei thought to himself.
Zheng Xiu picked up a piece of scrap material on the ground, and the antique carving knife flew over the scrap material. Soon the small piece of wood was withered into a vivid little wooden fish under Zheng Xiu's skillful hands.
Zheng Xiu drilled a small hole in the fish's mouth and found a long red rope to string it up.
"Completed!" Zheng Xiu looked at his work with satisfaction and said proudly in front of Feng Bei: "Maybe I can still use the 'skilled' method."
Feng Bei did not deny it. In fact, after getting along with him for these years, Feng Bei thought that Zheng Xiu was really capable of everything and was indeed great. She looked at the delicate little wooden fish curiously and wondered: "Are you... fishing?"
"You'll know later. By the way, why did you come to me?"
I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do?
Feng Bei cursed in his heart and said calmly: "Because of the monk."
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this.
"The monk wants to go back to Yunliu Temple. He must be looking for... No, Xie Yunliu wants to know more clearly. He wanted to leave without saying goodbye, but I stopped him. I said that no matter what, I have to let you know about this."
"Okay! I understand!" Zheng Xiu nodded and took the little wooden fish into his arms. Go out in a hurry.
Before going out, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, fell into meditation for a few seconds, and entered the prison of his heart. In the prison of the mind, a lovely bald monk stood quietly on the gaming table, and the [Ascetic Monk Station] was in a usable state.
Zheng Xiu was relieved and came to the door. The monk carried a simple luggage and dressed lightly, waiting at the door.
"Brother!" When the monk saw Zheng Xiu, he smiled casually, clasped his hands together, and said, "The young monk has been harassing me for a long time, now it's time to leave."
The monk was as optimistic and pure as ever, and his smile seemed to have a wonderful contagion that could dispel the troubles in people's hearts.
"You know, this is when I use people."
"I know, but I didn't say that I will never come back. When my elder brother needs me, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"That's good." Zheng Xiu patted the monk's shoulder and said with a smile, "What do you want to ask when you meet the master?"
The monk tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know, little monk. Maybe I will ask why, maybe I will ask a hundred years ago, maybe I will ask why he took the little monk in. Or maybe," as he spoke, the monk smiled shyly: "I just want to say thank you to the master personally, that's all."
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but feel a little emotional: "You have been Xie Yunliu in the painting for a hundred years, but you don't know that Xie Yunliu has always been alive."
"yes."
"By the way, I never had time to ask you. What were you doing during the hundred years I was painting cannibal paintings?"
"Me?" The monk was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't hide anything. He started counting with his fingers: "The young monk lost his mind in the imperial city that day, and you were taken away by the candle. The young monk searched everywhere to no avail. After two years of searching, he finally knew Brother, you are a lucky person and have no choice but to give up. Later, the little monk wandered around and found their hometown based on Xie Yunliu's memory."
"The young monk has set up a tomb for you and Xie Luohe."
"The young monk set up a tomb for Lao Chu and Miss Wen."
"The young monk erected a tomb for Bai Xiaosheng."
"The young monk set up a tomb for Lao Xiao."
"The young monk erected a tomb for the Iron Lady."
The monk counted them one by one on his fingers, counting from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand back to his left hand. After a while he counted dozens of people. In the last hundred years of the world in the painting, he and Zheng Xiu parted ways, and the monks traveled north and south. They all set up graves to commemorate the knights who died in Richan Valley.
The monk remembered all their names.
"There were so many people. The young monk didn't know where their home was, so he asked as he walked. Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye."
"Later, somehow, after asking and asking, the young monk finally came there. The young monk took a look and realized that the mountain was Jiangjun Mountain. The young monk built the Yunliu Temple with his own hands and lived there. Huh? Fengbei Girl, what’s wrong with you?”
The monk was talking to himself when he suddenly noticed that Feng Bei's right eye was crying. She was suddenly shocked when she heard this, and she wiped her eyes helplessly. The more she wiped her eyes, the more tears she shed. She said dejectedly: "It's her."
"do not talk."
Zheng Xiu sighed.
"Brother, the young monk has two things to say to Miss Fengbei in private."
"Sure!" Zheng Xiu nodded cheerfully, walked a few steps and stood far away.
"Sister." The monk opened his mouth with a bandit accent, which made Feng Bei dumbfounded. The monk soon changed to a childlike laughter: "Sister, don't cry."
"What a melon! There's just one more person living there, so I'm afraid of the eggs!"
"It's six!"
"the last one……"
"Shut up!"
"No! Not everyone is like a silly monk and has a big heart to tolerate others!"
The monk said a few random words in several tones and expressions.
After a while, the monk blushed shyly: "To tell you the truth, I have been in love with you for a long time~ Hehehe~"
Zheng Xiu trembled violently in the distance.
Feng Bei was dumbfounded and clenched his fists. But soon Feng Bei smiled helplessly. She vaguely knew what the monk wanted to say.
The monk's face changed for a while, but he was still the monk in the end. He showed a calm smile: "You see, the young monk has also been suffering from inner demons for many years."
Feng Bei shook his head: "I am different from you."
The monk smiled: "The inner demon is me, and I am me. Since they are all 'me', why do we have to separate you and me?" I don't know if the monk said this to Feng Bei or to himself. At the end, the monk clasped his hands together, opened his eyes and suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the real 'Seven Hearts Zen'! Sister, the little monk is gone!"
Feng Bei looked thoughtful after hearing the monk's inconsistent words.
"Wait a minute."
Zheng Xiu clapped his hands, and soon someone brought paper and pen. Zheng Xiu quickly wrote a few lines on the paper, stamped it with Zheng's official seal, sealed it with letterhead, and hot-painted it. He handed the fresh letter of introduction to the monk, and the monk took it into his arms solemnly. Before he could ask, Zheng Xiu took the initiative and said, "If you encounter difficulties over there, you can use this letter to go to the Shuzhou Zheng Chamber of Commerce." Si Youqing, he will meet all your requirements." Zheng Xiu paused for a moment and smiled confidently: "Everything."
Zheng Xiu was not worried about the monk. Monks are born strange and have tenacious vitality. Climbing Tianyin Mountain with bare feet, even if my feet are frozen, I can still live back. It is so outrageous that it is difficult to die. Besides, as long as the monk is still a monk, Zheng Xiu can teleport to the monk in his avatar at any time.
Watching the monk leave gracefully, Zheng Xiu still felt a little sad about separation in his heart.
"Walk around with me."
Zheng Xiu waved to Fengbei.
Feng Bei nodded.
She was in a depressed mood at the moment, and she didn't know who was accompanying whom.
The two of them were walking on the busy street. Zheng Xiu was considered the number one celebrity in the imperial city. Many people greeted Zheng Xiu as he passed by, calling him "Master Zheng" affectionately.
I don't know when the news about Feng Bei got out, so I shyly called out "Mrs. Zheng" by the way. Under the attack of "Mrs. Zheng", Feng Bei, who was originally in a bad mood, had no time to think too much and was too tired to deal with it.
"How come I have become 'Mrs. Zheng' in everyone's eyes?"
As if running for his life, he pulled Zheng Xiu away from the crowd and to a quiet place. Feng Bei stared and asked.
Zheng Xiu spread his hands: "Don't ask me, I'm innocent."
"Did you do it on purpose again?"
"I promise it's not this time." Zheng Xiu raised three fingers, ready to swear. When Feng Bei saw the battle, he sighed: "Just do it on purpose."
She admitted it.
Unconsciously, they had walked less than half of the imperial city and passed by Jing's house. Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered something and politely stepped forward to knock on the door. The door was opened by a young maid. After Zheng Xiu gave her name, the maid's expression changed dramatically. After a flurry of excitement inside, the Jing family and his wife, who had lost their beloved daughter, came out. Nowadays, Jing Xuemei is a dignified daughter. She was signed by Zheng Xiu into a huge contract to sell her body. She works as a maid and a geisha, and she even severed ties with her parents. The Jing family and his wife would not look good upon meeting Zheng Xiu.
"My father has an old friend's tomb in your ancestral hall." Before Jing's parents could say anything, Zheng Xiu said lazily: "With a stick of incense, Zheng came in and took a look. I remember what your Jing family did. Regarding the cloth business, I will ask my cloth dealer to sign a long-term supply contract with you later."
Mrs. Jing was furious when she heard this, and was about to say what do you think of us. Mr. Jing's brows jumped, and he quickly grabbed Mrs. Jing, laughed, and said with cupped hands: "Please! Please! Master Zheng's visit to the humble abode will really bring glory to the humble abode!"
With a few words, the minor frictions with Jing over the years were eliminated. Zheng Xiu couldn't help but sigh at the practicality of Chao's ability, and entered the Jing family's ancestral hall. Just as Zheng Xiu remembered, there was a spiritual tablet that was incompatible with other plaques - "The spiritual tablet of Gongsun Jing's Xiaotao".
When Feng Bei saw the spiritual statue, he had many doubts in his heart, but he did not mention them in front of outsiders. After Zheng Xiu paid his respects calmly, he was invited to the tea room. Zheng Xiu pretended to ask casually, and Mr. Jing answered truthfully, saying that his grandfather had no children and adopted a stepdaughter named Xiaotao. Later, Xiaotao died of illness, and his grandfather later had a son in old age, and that was how the Jing family became. inheritance. The two lamented that Xiao Tao must have a spirit in heaven to protect the Jing family, and asked future generations not to remove Xiao Tao's spiritual place.
"I see."
After settling a matter on his mind, Zheng Xiu said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Jing. Over a cup of tea, Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Jing settled their differences. It didn't take long for Mrs. Jing to figure it out. Now her daughter's reputation has been damaged, but if she stays with her forever, After marrying Master Zheng, he might be able to help the Jing family, so he asked Zheng Xiuque implicitly if he was in need of a concubine in the side house. Their family Jing Xuemei was well-educated, sensible, and had a gentle temperament, so she was very suitable to be Master Zheng's bed-warming concubine.
Feng Bei felt unhappy with the two men's behavior in using their daughter as a bargaining chip for the development of the family. When Zheng Xiu went out, he told Feng Bei: "This is how people are in the world. It's not weird anymore."
Feng Bei nodded. She originally wanted to ask what happened to Xiao Tao's spiritual position. But then she thought about it and smiled with relief. It was all just a dream. He was neither Gongsun Mo nor I was Xie Luohe, so why should I care so much, so she hid it in her heart and stopped interfering.
The monk's words did make Feng Bei's entanglement dissipate a little bit, but it doesn't happen overnight to completely figure it out. Zheng Xiu is not in a hurry about this.
After walking around, it was almost noon. When the two of them returned to Zheng's house, they passed by an alley and found that many people were gathered around them.
Zheng Xiu was curious. It didn't seem to be Zheng's property. He stepped forward and asked. It turned out that there was a blind young man named Chen Wei at the entrance of the alley. He knew some bone-touching skills and was very accurate in calculations. He had found out a lot of things in the imperial city these days. fame.
It is said that he has a rule for touching bones, no matter whether it is accurate or not, he only charges one penny, a mere penny.
"Blind man? Young man? Chen Wei?"
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
