The people still miss the beauty of heaven and earth. Now that the magnificent attic has a plaque with the name "Disaster Prevention Bureau" on it, the door and courtyard are deserted and deserted.
At first, the people in the city were very curious about the business of the "Disaster Prevention Bureau", a brand-new department, let alone a department led by the Red King, who was more powerful than tens of thousands of people.
It's just that the Disaster Prevention Bureau works mostly in other places, and the case handling process is not widely publicized. As time goes by, the popularity of the Disaster Prevention Bureau fades away after dinner, and it falls off the hot searches.
What the people talked about more was not the establishment of the Disaster Prevention Bureau, but the legendary history of King Chi.
From being an orphan of the Zheng family, starting a business on his own, to becoming the richest man, step by step, he became the Red Prince he is today.
Zheng Xiu would travel in luxurious cars from time to time, swagger through the city, show up at the disaster prevention bureau after three o'clock in the morning, go through the motions, and then leave work leisurely during afternoon tea.
He doesn't need to attend court every day like civil and military officials. Occasionally, the Red King can't help but sigh. After claiming to be the Red King and sitting in this position, he became more and more salty and became a person who was late for work and didn't get off work. The richest man who retired early. People will always live in the way they hate most without realizing it.
News came back from the Jixiang Workshop that the first batch of "siege equipment" had been secretly delivered and handed over to the Ministry of War. In fact, the Emperor seemed to have no intention of hiding this matter from the Red King at all.
Just last month, the leader of the Daqian Kingdom had a secret conversation that no one knew about with King Chi, who was very popular in the court.
The canopy carriage stopped in front of the Red Prince's Mansion. The driver was still the casually dressed general who looked like a retired old agent.
Zheng Xiu burned incense, bathed and changed clothes, put on the crown and the jade pendant symbolizing the Red King around his waist. Surrounded by a crowd of red-faced family members, he stepped out of the Red Prince's Mansion and walked towards the carriage.
The military commander and coach driver seemed to think he was familiar with Zheng Xiu. He secretly gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up with the word "sensible" written in his eyes.
As the saying goes, you should dress accordingly when meeting someone. Every time Zheng Xiu met the emperor, he would dress up to pay homage, which was very ceremonial.
"Junior Zheng Xiu has met Uncle Huo."
Zheng Xiu saluted the coachman politely.
In terms of status, Zheng Xiugui is the Red King, so he should hold his head high and his chest high when looking at people with his chin, but he will lose the face of the Red King by being humble. But it's different when it comes to seniority. Zheng Xiu inquired about it and found out that General Huo fought against the barbarians twenty years ago and his merits were not as good as his father's, but if his merits were made into medals, they wouldn't fit on a few clothes.
In terms of seniority, it makes sense for Zheng Xiu to call him "Uncle Huo".
The coachman was lying casually on the seat, his back straight when he heard this. A trace of admiration and surprise flashed in his eyes, and he secretly sighed that the only child of the old Zheng family was so exquisite and perfect that he deserved to be named King with a different surname.
"Hey!" Uncle Huo grinned, mouthing towards the carriage without saying a word.
Zheng Xiu stepped into the carriage. Wei Yangzun was sitting upright in the carriage. His sharp eyes were like two light bulbs, which made Zheng Xiu's skin ache. When Zheng Xiu entered, Wei Yangzun's eyes softened a bit and he smiled slightly:
"Your Zheng's workshop, haha, not bad."
Zheng Xiu knew at that time that he was talking about siege equipment. His mind suddenly changed and he replied vaguely: "Your Majesty, these are poor craftsmen who are only familiar with their hands."
When Wei Yangzun heard this, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You really think I'm blind, can't you see that Yan Jiji has gone so far in 'Skillful Hands'?" After Wei Yangzun laughed, he twisted his eyebrows, and there was a bit of regret in his voice. : "It's a pity that the skilled craftsmen of the Ministry of War under my command are nothing more than wine bags and rice pails! There are three thousand diners, but no one can compare with Yan Jiji!"
Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, and then nodded: "This is an unintentional act, and the willow is shaded. Back then, my unintentional act made the craftsmen under my command set strict rules and accept my Zheng family's money to handle my Zheng family's affairs. The more money I collected, the more The more you do, the harder it is to do it. Although they can do it by collecting other people's money, but the rules are restrictive and if they don't do it steadily, they may retreat three hundred miles. Over time, if the rules are established and the restrictions are firmly established, they will be able to do it. It’s faster.”
After a pause in his tone, Zheng Xiu said cautiously: "Even though there are many talented and skilled craftsmen in Jixiang Workshop, they are just working on a small scale, with low output and cannot be promoted to the market."
Outside the carriage, Coach Huo's breathing was slightly stagnant.
Wei Yang Zunhun waved his hand carelessly and said with a smile: "Interesting. However, since Yan Jiji has already made it, those losers from the Ministry of War should be able to imitate it and imitate it nine times out of ten."
Zheng Xiu wanted to flatter him and say, "The Ministry of War is awesome" and praise Lao Wei, but after thinking about it, he gave up because silence is golden.
Later, Old Wei spent a little time asking a few questions about the operation of the Disaster Prevention Bureau. He seemed concerned, but Zheng Xiu saw that Old Wei's mind was not on the Disaster Prevention Bureau.
When he got off the bus, Uncle Huo gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up with admiration on his face. Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly in return. This was not a compliment.
Every time I have a private conversation with Lao Wei, it's like going to war on the battlefield, every word is precious and every word is hidden, and I'm very tired.
Zheng Xiu asked Yan Jiji to secretly build a tunnel with a rail car to connect the dungeon of Chiwang Mansion to the Disaster Prevention Bureau. It only took a couple of rides to get there without having to shake it yourself. Jixiang Workshop is now digging intensively and it is expected to be completed in September.
In the final analysis, if Yan Jiji used miraculous magic to bring about death, it would be over in a few days. It's just that Zheng Xiu didn't want people to know that his people were digging underground in the imperial city, so he kept a low profile and dug a little bit every day until it was completed.
In addition to the dungeon leading to the disaster prevention bureau, Zheng Xiu has already opened a tunnel into the secret room beneath the palace.
He knew that there was a gap under the palace that Gongsun Mo left when he opened Chang An a hundred years ago. Although he would not run there just because he had nothing to do, there were still many mysteries there.
Late September.
Gu Qiutang, who was far north of Daqian and close to the national border, used Chang Shihua to send back the secret message.
Long before Zheng Xiu went to Lu Town, Gu Qiutang had already set off to handle the case.
After a long journey, Gu Qiutang finally got news.
The cause of the incident was that some people reported that they saw the "Hundred Ghost March" in the northern wilderness late at night, a group of ragged soldiers marching in the wilderness.
This matter was widely spread in the local area. Zheng Xiu was very concerned about it and sent Gu Qiutang to investigate.
Zheng Xiu beat Gu Qiutang into submission in one breath a few months ago in Gu Qiutang's secluded valley.
"you sure?"
"Your Majesty, I'm sure."
Gu Qiutang said that he squatted in the ice and snow for a month and searched hundreds of miles on foot, but he did not see what the people called the "March of One Hundred Ghosts."
Looking at the mirror, the once magnificent swordsman now looked miserable with his hair covered in frost and snow. Zhizhi, who was secretly causing trouble at his desk, couldn't help but feel happy.
The dirty Fudo is holding the knife in the picture, blowing the cold wind, and is motionless except for his lips.
"Don't make trouble."
Zheng Xiu groaned and glared to the side.
Gu Qiutang was stunned: "Stop making trouble?"
He didn't make a fuss!
"I didn't say anything." Zheng Xiu turned his head to the side and glared angrily: "Go make tea!"
Zhizhi opened his mouth, gestured with his hands that were as smooth as mutton fat and glowing white, and said: I want to practice cultivation.
"Fix your sister."
Gu Qiutang was even more stunned: "Whose sister is Xiu?"
Although Zhizhi was usually unrestrained, he knew once and for all that Zheng Xiu was here to be tough, so he flattened his lips and went to make tea with a bit of resentment.
After Zhizhi went out, Zheng Xiu wiped his cold sweat and asked Gu Qiutang to squat for another month to take a look.
Gu Qiutang was not very happy at first. He had been walking in the vast snowfield for more than a month and had not seen a single ghost.
Until the witty King Chi reminded him, Gu Qiutang was enlightened and realized instantly.
"I have always said that your practice of not moving the sword is wrong. You have always been unable to move the sword but your mind is moving wildly, and your body is motionless but your mind is moving. This time is a test for you by the organization. Everyone in the Disaster Prevention Bureau I take your task very seriously, and all the 'columns' in the bureau are looking forward to your performance."
"You can actually choose a place with a good view, set up camp and cultivate your mind, look down, stay motionless, survive the wind and snow, survive the hunger and cold, survive the wandering mind, survive the cold winter of October, when your heart can endure As solid as a rock, magic can be accomplished on its own.”
"If it's not done by then, it means your heart isn't hard enough and it's still moving."
Gu Qiutang suddenly realized when he heard this, and turned off Chang Shihua thoughtfully.
Although he thought about what the Red King said afterwards, he felt something was wrong. There were only a few pillars coming and going in the bureau, and there was also a mascot. Who would expect his performance?
But what the Red King said did make sense. Being crippled by a few punches from the Red King in the valley completely destroyed Gu Qiutang's usual self-esteem and pride. He began to ponder whether there was really a problem with his own rules and restrictions.
After appeasing Gu Qiutang, Zheng Xiu once again struggled with the flooding of orchids in his home.
Since the four golden flowers became "four in one", it was like turning on a switch, and they became more and more beautiful, which made Zheng Xiu a little unbearable. It's obviously a serious practice, but it has to be like anything else.
But every time Zheng Xiu thinks about it, he can't help but feel a bit heartbroken and regretful towards himself. If he had paid more attention, been more vigilant, or chopped the orchid into smaller pieces, he would not have had to encounter these terrible things.
The orchids set a new rule, and the orchids in the empty valley were just for him. If they don't follow this rule, it will be difficult for them to advance in the doorway in this life.
Zheng Xiu can never trouble others.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhizhi opened the door again and entered, holding a basin of water and a towel in his hands.
"Didn't I ask you to make tea?"
The prince made a serious face.
When Zhizhi heard this, he was immediately at a loss and said weakly: "I thought..."
She thought the prince was speaking in secret.
"That's all. Where is Fengbei?"
"Madam is playing with the cat in the back garden."
Zhizhi had already found out clearly, he lifted his heels and closed the door flexibly with his embroidered shoes.
As he spoke, Zhizhi rolled up the towel and stuffed it into the old man's mouth to prevent him from moaning.
"Huh~"
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes as if he was being tortured.
"Let the slave wash the prince's hair."
The next second, the flawless white orchid bloomed brilliantly in the room, and the fragrance overflowed. Zhizhi rubbed his hands together, and the white light flashed, and his expression instantly became as pure and pure as a pure orchid.
Daily practice.
At the same time, in Prince Chi's Mansion, there were three beautiful figures lying on the bed doing nothing, twisting uneasily.
People are twisting and their realm is rising.
Orchid practice is so simple and joyful.
"Heh, humans."
The orange cat, who was basking in the sun in the yard and happily eating fish cakes in Feng Bei's arms, suddenly rolled his eyes with a complicated expression.
It's October.
On both sides of the avenue, the golden fallen leaves filled the eyes with the coolness of autumn.
On the canal, the descending water line was full of water snails. Many children were barefoot and were not afraid of the cold water. They playfully carried baskets by the river bank and plucked the water snails from the river bank one by one.
Since Zheng Xiu became the Red Queen, hundreds of civil and military officials and wealthy businessmen in the city have been queuing up to send money. Zheng Erniang counts the harvest at the end of each month, but finds that since the "Heaven and Earth" was transformed into the "Disaster Prevention Bureau", Not only did Zheng's water flow not decrease, but it kept rising.
The dividends paid by chambers of commerce across the country last quarter reached a new high.
As Zheng's bank held more and more money, Zheng Erniang also had a headache. Although no one under the emperor's feet would dare to steal the prince's money, the increasing amount of money means that more people need to be allocated to take care of it.
What a headache.
But what makes Er Niang happy is that since Zheng Xiu became the prince, all the matchmakers who came to the house to talk about matchmaking have disappeared. This is all because there are very few people who can match up with Prince Chi's palace. Although Zheng Erniang is the adopted daughter of the Zheng family, with the identity of the prince Zheng Xiu, Zheng Erniang's status will naturally rise, and the matchmaker can't help but introduce some crooked melons to Zheng Erniang. Cracked dates are asking for trouble.
The ears are clean.
A fraternity brother plays his true role, returning to his identity as a coachman and giving his second mother a ride. Erniang is going to Xiangmanlou today to get the account book and hand over last month's monthly payment.
"Excuse me, is this sister Zheng Erniang?"
When Zheng Erniang got off the bus, a barefoot child, about six or seven years old, came timidly from the alley and handed a letter to the driver: "An aunt asked me to give this letter to my sister."
Zheng's coachman's eyes flashed, he accepted it with a smile, and returned a small piece of silver.
The messenger boy ran away happily.
This incident also taught him an important lesson in life: working for the Red King means you are rich.
The coachman cautiously put the letter under his nose and smelled it. Then he tore it open and handed the letter inside to Er Niang after seeing that there was nothing unusual.
Zheng Erniang opened the letter suspiciously and read it. The next second, Erniang was shocked all over. She covered her mouth in disbelief and was speechless for a moment.
That afternoon, when Zheng Erniang went out to get her account books, Zheng Xiu was also outside.
He came to the old miracle doctor's medical clinic to visit the old miracle doctor.
After hearing about Lu Zhen, the old miracle doctor was seriously injured and lay in bed for more than a month, moaning and screaming.
Zheng Xiu later found out what Jun Buxiao had done, and also learned about the treacherous nature of the "actor" career.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Zheng Xiu carried a heavy amount of money inside to visit.
Approaching the hospital, Zheng Xiu saw at a glance Jun Buxiao, who was dressed like a young man. He was wearing a "crying face" mask, guarding a row of fires, squatting on the ground and blowing into the fire. fire.
"Hey! The opera singer!" Zheng Xiu greeted Jun Buxiao with a smile and asked, "Where is the old miracle doctor?"
"Hehehe! It's inside!"
Jun Buxiao is crying in his mask but smiling in his mouth. He is a weirdo.
Bypassing Jun Buxiao, he walked closer to the inner room. I saw the old miracle doctor's limbs fixed with splints, standing in a large shape against the wall. The whole person looked like he was waiting to be beheaded at the execution ground.
He looked like a target.
The side is full of throwing knives.
Hearing the footsteps, the old miracle doctor's curse came from inside:
"You stupid opera singer! Let me down quickly! You are killing people! Killing people!"
"Someone come! Help!"
The old miracle doctor cursed.
Zheng Xiu wondered what this strange scene was about.
Jun Buxiao walked in with the fruit in his mouth, and threw out the freshly peeled knife with a whoosh, accurately swiped it past the old genius doctor's ear, and inserted it into the wall, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed.
The old miracle doctor fell silent for a moment and did not dare to move.
"The Red King is here to visit you!"
Jun Bu smiled happily and took out five more flying knives with his backhand, holding them firmly in one hand.
(End of chapter)
