When Zheng Xiu saw Jun Buxiao's dishonest look, he immediately scolded him with a straight face: "Stop! Let go of that miracle doctor!"
Jun Buxiao said aggrievedly: "Back to boss, I'm practicing thaumaturgy."
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
"Look, this old miracle doctor is injured for a few months. We can't waste our efforts, right? You always said that in our profession, we are like sailing against the current. If we don't make progress, we will retreat. We must work hard and work hard. Improve the business level and strive to make the disaster prevention bureau bigger and stronger."
grass?
Zheng Xiu was stunned. This was indeed what he said at the regular meeting of the Disaster Prevention Bureau.
But you can only listen to 30% of what the leader says. You, Jun Buxiao, listened to 10% of what you said. Do you want to rebel? Do you want to hang out in the workplace?
"Kill people! Kill people! Red King, please save me! I will die in the hands of this bitch one day!"
The old miracle doctor Target was wailing.
"See you next time."
Zheng Xiu advised.
This kind of behavior of looking for other people to harvest wool without any principles for the sake of promotion.
Red King can understand.
How can I gain experience if I don’t collect it?
King Chi was worried and warned: "Pay attention to safety and don't kill anyone."
"Okay!" Jun Buxiao agreed readily and threw all five flying knives out with a whoosh.
The five flying knives missed the old miracle doctor's face and were nailed into the wall.
At the end, Jun Bu smiled and took out a piece of black cloth to cover his eyes.
It seems that he is addicted to practice.
Zheng Xiu couldn't stand it anymore and rescued the old miracle doctor.
The old miracle doctor immediately expressed his loyalty to the Red King with tears of gratitude, saying that no matter what difficult cases there were in the future, he would definitely be present. He would rather not get a salary increase and cancel all vacations. The old genius doctor only had one small condition - that is, he would never team up with Jun Buxiao again.
Seeing that the old miracle doctor was in high spirits, Zheng Xiu felt relieved. After putting down the pension, Zheng Xiu walked out of the hospital.
"A healer cannot heal himself? Is this his limitation?"
When going out, Zheng Xiu pondered Situ Yong's "restrictions" on being a "healer". As we all know, rules are a necessary condition for promotion, but restrictions are not necessarily the same. Just "restricting" this thing can increase thaumaturgy to the greatest extent possible.
It's like Zheng Xiu's [Surprise Cage]. He can't control what move he will get when he shakes it, but it is a big move after all, so he can just throw it out.
What the "random" restriction brings is the infinite increase of thaumaturgy.
Gu Qiutang was much more seriously injured than Situ Yong at that time, and he knew what Zheng Xiu had done. But Gu Qiutang was able to get out of bed and jump around after just a few days of lying down. However, Situ Yong was so injured that he could only endure the injury slowly. There was no other reason to explain it except "restriction".
"It's interesting."
Later, Zheng Xiu heard that Situ Yong had added one rule to his rule of "three no cures" and made it four no cures. The new rule is: the actor will not be cured.
In the past year since Zheng Xiu became a [prisoner], he has seen all kinds of people and rules, and has long been accustomed to them.
“Before I know it, another year will be here.”
The sun has turned to the west, and the golden light is brilliant. Riding in the carriage, listening to the sound of horse hooves, the mediocre crowd bustling in the streets, and the cool breeze blowing, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but sigh.
In the autumn of a year ago, he was behind bars and inexplicably glimpsed the [Prisoner]'s door. From that day on, his life was completely different.
More than once, he wondered whether he would still be living in ignorance of the world if he hadn't been in prison, still being the simple and unpretentious richest man.
In the carriage.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and instantly entered the prison of his heart.
With the five fingers spread out, a miniature of the world seems to be condensed on the game table, and the stations move slowly and lifelike on the game table.
Going in and out, Zheng Xiu was killing time.
"It seems that the endless purgatory has become a 'folklore' and is becoming more and more stable."
Although Zheng Xiu has become the shopkeeper, the brotherhood does not arrange other tasks on weekdays. On every first and fifteenth day of the month, they will randomly select lucky people and invite them to the Infinite Purgatory.
The lucky person's experience in Infinite Purgatory will be spread by word of mouth. In addition to allowing the bad guys to reform, it can also consolidate the legend of "Infinite Purgatory". It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Zheng Xiu does not need to accept the work results of the Brotherhood. He only needs to try to enter the inner prison from time to time to see the results.
"Master, we're here."
While Zheng Xiu was deep in thought, Qing Shisan's cynical and frivolous tone interrupted Zheng Xiu's thoughts.
"You," Zheng Xiu raised his eyes and stepped out of the carriage. He looked at the cigarette rod tied to Qing Shisan's waist. He suddenly remembered that Qing Shisan hadn't smoked for a while recently, so he asked, "Have you quit smoking?"
"It's naturally impossible to quit smoking." Qing Shisan reluctantly touched the cigarette rod at his waist, rubbed it in his hand a few times, and said helplessly: "The broken door can't be pushed open, so I can only think about it. Go some other way and embarrass yourself."
Qing Shisan said with a smile: "This cigarette can only be smoked when you should smoke it, and when you shouldn't smoke it, just hold it in."
Zheng Xiuyi was amused: "Don't hold back your troubles."
Qing Shisan shook his head: "Hey! As the saying goes, risk your life to survive, and don't hold something back. How can I have the face to stay in Zheng's house! Master, it's not like you don't know that there are so many strange people in the Zheng family now. , we ordinary people, it’s getting harder and harder to get along.”
As he said that, Qing Shisan looked at Zheng Xiu with a "you understand" look and winked.
In the end, he was afraid that Zheng Xiu wouldn't understand, so he blinked again.
Zheng Xiu understood. This guy probably knew that the four girls had become "strangers", so he said "there are more and more strangers".
Zheng Xiu actually wanted to tell Qing Shisan that you have always been my treasure, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed a bit disgusting and easily misunderstood, so he stepped forward and patted Qing Shisan on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Qingpi. …”
Qing Shisan: "Huh?"
"Being a stranger is not always a good thing. If you want to be one, I will find you a suitable one later."
When Qing Shisan heard this, he grinned and said nothing.
He thought Zheng Xiu was joking.
This stranger is not a cabbage sold on the street, how can he say that he exists?
But Zheng Xiu was actually not joking.
This candle has already sent the [Painter] and [Orchid] artifacts to Zheng Xiu.
If he continues to confront Zhu, Zheng Xiu suspects that there may be more.
Zhu has lived in the human world for a thousand years, which is unfathomable. Zheng Xiu doesn't know what other cards he has in his hand, maybe there are other weird things.
Brush it a few more times. Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] is the natural enemy of "tricks". If nothing happens, his tricks will only increase.
Qing Shisan arranged the carriage properly and returned to Prince Chi's Mansion with his master.
On both sides of the winding corridor, the lotus ponds are deserted.
"Yes,"
Qing Shisan suddenly told Zheng Xiu something.
"Master, maybe you should go and take a look at Er Niang's place."
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this: "Second mother? What's wrong?"
Qing Shisan habitually took out the cigarette rod and stuffed it into his mouth. Then his movements froze, and when he thought of his consciousness, he put the cigarette rod back into his waist with a flat mouth. He smacked his lips and said helplessly: "It was during the day that Er Niang received a letter. After reading the letter, Er Niang didn't even think about checking the accounts and returned to the house with a sad face."
"What's in the letter?"
Zheng Xiu asked curiously.
Qing Shisan feigned anger: "Master, do you think Qing Pi is the kind of person who secretly reads other people's letters?"
"Um?"
Qing Shisan lowered his head: "What a coincidence, I really didn't look at it this time."
Zheng Xiu nodded: "Sure, I'll go and ask in person later."
"By the way, Master, there is one more thing that may have nothing to do with you, but I think that Master should take it seriously."
When Zheng Xiu was about to go to Er Niang's room to greet him, Qing Shisan stopped him with one word.
Qing Shisan sneaked up to Zheng Xiu and said in a low voice: "Not long ago, envoys from the Northern Kingdom came and were stopped at the border. It is said that they were ordered by the Wolf King of the Northern Barbarians to enter Daqian to negotiate peace. It is said that the emperor has issued a document to allow the envoys to pass, and sent a group of elite divine warriors to march north and escort them south. If nothing unexpected happens, they can reach the capital around mid-October."
Qing Shisan emphasized the emphasis on the word "escort".
Zheng Xiu frowned when he heard this. After a while, Zheng Xiu waved his hand and dismissed Qingpi: "Thank you for your hard work, I understand."
Qing Shisan walked away with a smile, blending into the shadows and disappearing.
Qing Shisan was right, this matter did not have much to do with Zheng Xiu. Diplomatic matters with neighboring countries belong to the "Ministry of Rites". He, the Red King, is now only in charge of the disaster prevention bureau. The six departments are not under his control and he doesn't bother to take care of them.
The reason why Keqing Thirteen told Zheng Xiu about this matter was simply because no matter what, Zheng Xiu was a prince who was inferior to one person and surpassed tens of thousands of people. You said it didn't matter, but it couldn't be completely irrelevant. Qing Shisan was worried that Zheng Xiu didn't know anything about this matter, that he would be burned by the fire, and he was not prepared to suffer a big loss.
Zheng Xiu, the newly promoted prince with a different surname, is now at the height of his popularity. It is impossible not to attract the jealousy of others in the court. It's just that now Zheng Xiu is favored by the emperor and has replaced the former night master. He has countless strange people under his command. No one dares to trip up the Red King at this time.
Even the most arrogant and domineering second prince has been sitting around quietly these days without any movement.
The Northern Barbarians have always been a "foreign invasion" of Da Qian. The war twenty years ago lasted for several years, severely damaging Da Qian's vitality and making Zheng Xiu an orphan. Two hundred years ago, they united with the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions and wanted to use a trick to drain Da Qian's salary, but unexpectedly, they were blocked by the knights and Xie Yunliu outside the Richan Valley.
The Northern Barbarians have always been called the "wolves in the wilderness", or "Steppenwolves" for short. They live as tribal groups. In the hundreds of years since the founding of Daqian, this is the first time that the Northern Barbarians have sent envoys to negotiate peace. No matter what the final result is, this is a "big event" worthy of being recorded in history.
Zheng Xiu once again thought about the fact that Wei Yangzun asked Yan Jiji to design and improve "siege equipment", which gave Zheng Xiu a bad premonition.
"Both trees and grass are soldiers, and they are about to explode."
After thinking a few times, Zheng Xiu's face became more solemn. The peace talks between the "Envoys from the North" seem to be an important turning point in the relationship between the two countries. Wei Yangzun seemed to have known about this for a long time and was actively making preparations.
If the "peace talks" fail, there may be another war.
Country, country, only a country has a home. Zheng Xiu has always believed in this.
Unless he becomes emperor, the Zheng family's current glory and wealth are all based on the premise of "stable social order." Once the two countries go to war and the war spreads, then all gold, silver, jewelry, famous paintings and antiques will be worthless, and people will be like ants and their lives will be like grass. Zheng Xiu does not want to see this situation happen.
Zheng Xiu, who was worried, walked to Er Niang's boudoir, where dim light shone through the paper window.
Zheng Xiu stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Er Niang, have you slept?"
For a moment, the candlelight flickered inside, but there was no response.
Zheng Xiu knocked a few more times.
Boom!
The room suddenly became brightly lit, frighteningly bright. Er Niang's exclamation came out, and when Zheng Xiu heard it, it was clear that Er Niang had accidentally knocked over the lampstand. It was burning with fire and was going to go off!
With a "bang" sound, Zheng Xiu kicked the door open and rushed in. There were many people outside the house. Several brothers on duty were about to step forward to put out the fire, but they saw that the Red King was faster than them. They all looked at each other in the dark and whispered with whistles:
"The master went in to put out the fire!"
"Can Master put out the fire?"
"Hoo? Is there still a fire that I can't put out?"
"Then let's..."
"Do you dare to enter?"
"I don't dare, do you dare?"
"Let Brother Qing come in? He's not afraid of being scolded."
"It makes sense! Let's watch first, and you can quickly notify Brother Qing!"
Zheng Xiu listened to the whistles coming one after another outside the house and couldn't laugh or cry. He thought to himself: "You guys have forgotten that I can understand hidden whistles, right?" He immediately spoke back, and a hissing sound pierced the night sky.
"Don't brag! No need to call Qingpi!"
inside the house.
The second mother was wearing a thin silk dress, and her bright red bellyband was clearly outlined under the light. The solid wood table and chairs in the center of the room were stained with oil, and the fire followed the oil path and burned towards the table legs. The second mother was so busy that she didn't even notice Zheng Xiu's intrusion, and hurriedly held a small embroidered fan to greet the fire.
"Stupid! The wind is making the fire stronger!"
Er Niang was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. It was rare for Er Niang, who had always been graceful and elegant, to look so panicked. Zheng Xiu took out a pen with his backhand, bit off his finger and used the technique, and drew a cake as usual...no, a big "blood clock". He pushed Er Niang away, Zheng Xiu pressed his palm, "bell shape" The lid suppressed the fire, and the room suddenly became dark.
The fire was quickly extinguished. After Zheng Xiu dispersed the "Blood Clock", the tables and chairs were only a layer of black, but not completely burned. But there was a pile of black embers on the table. Zheng Xiu stepped forward and twisted a corner, and found that it was the remains of an envelope. He rubbed it with two fingers and turned it into ashes, falling from his fingertips.
Zheng Xiu sighed softly and closed the door. He whistled a few times and waited quietly for a while. When he opened the door again, there was a basin on the ground outside the house, with a brand-new lampstand on it and a fire tube.
In Prince Chi's Mansion, when Zheng Xiu asked people to do things, it could be said that all the people were mobilized, faster than Zheng's coachman, and it was done in the blink of an eye.
Light the lights again and light returns to the house. Zheng Xiu noticed that the tears on Er Niang's face were not gone. At this moment, she was like a child who had done something wrong. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her clothes twisted, her head lowered and silent.
"Xiu'er, I..."
Er Niang called Zheng Xiu by his nickname.
Zheng Xiu sat down next to Er Niang and gently held Zheng Er Niang's thin shoulders.
"We have been siblings for many years. I never ask about the Zheng family's affairs, but you never hide anything from me."
Zheng Xiu calmly said:
"Not long ago, when Qing Shisan told me that you had a sad face, I thought it was nothing. But tonight, when I saw it, my brother and I made unreasonable guesses and became upset."
"It's not Zheng's official business, but your private business."
"But you used to work hard at two o'clock and one line at a time, working hard for this insignificant family business. How could you have time to take care of your personal affairs?"
"On the way, I was thinking about what happened to make my second wife frown like an old lady."
Zheng Xiu smiled and stretched out his fingers to gently smooth the knot between Er Niang's eyebrows.
Er Niang looked slightly startled, and big tears fell down.
"Then let me guess,"
Zheng Xiu said with a smile: "Our Zheng family has nothing to worry about. Your good brother has become the Red King. Everything is going smoothly. He has the power in the world and is as rich as the enemy."
"What can make Er Niang so anxious..."
"Could it be,"
"Is it related to your life experience?"
(End of chapter)
