The matter of "two mothers recognizing their relatives" has finally come to an end.
In the study room, sandalwood scent lingers.
Zheng Xiu held a piece of beautiful antique jade in his palm. The carving was exquisite. The jade core was carved with a pair of mandarin ducks. On the back, there was the word "美" written in beautiful handwriting, which seemed to be written by a woman.
When he learned that the couple were not Er Niang's biological parents, for some reason, Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Human nature cannot be treated purely in terms of "good" or "evil". Human beings are inherently complex creatures.
At that time, the couple may have had good intentions and adopted the abandoned second mother. Later, when the world became difficult, they gradually forgot their original intentions and became a different face.
In the end, Zheng Xiu asked Qing Shisan to send someone to secretly leave a sum of money for the two of them, and warned them that from now on, Er Niang would have nothing to do with them, and if they dared to step into the imperial city again, there would be consequences. conceited.
For the two of them, the experience in eternal purgatory was like a heart-wrenching nightmare, so realistic that it was enough to serve as a lesson.
"Is this a clue to find Er Niang's life experience...or is the word 'Mei' the name Er Niang should have given her? Zheng... Mei'er?" Looking at the jade pendant, Zheng Xiu was thinking wildly and felt strange.
Two days later, after Er Niang's mood calmed down a bit, Zheng Xiu did not hide the fact that he went to investigate, told Er Niang all the truth about the matter, and handed Er Niang the jade pendant that might have been left by Er Niang's blood parents. .
When Er Niang got the jade pendant and learned about her life experience, her reaction was somewhat beyond Zheng Xiu's expectations.
She rubbed her eyes, her face showing genuine joy: "That second lady is still your sister."
"That is!"
"Hurry up!" After her thoughts were over, Erniang changed her face at the speed of light, one red and one black, holding Zheng Xiu's ear and scolding: "What's going on with Zhizhi and the others recently? You said, you are already a lot older. , when will I marry the girl from Fengbei?"
The "Second Sister", whose mentality had been restored, once again grabbed Zheng Xiu's ear and urged King Chi to deal with major life events quickly.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."
The two were quarreling in the study, and their laughter spread throughout the Red Prince's Mansion.
Qing Shisan, who was hiding on the roof, touching the cigarette rod and wanting to smoke, was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound. The next moment, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a kind aunt's smile.
Some things may be better not to know than to know.
This is the best ending.
in addition.
There is no airtight wall in the world.
Although Zheng Xiu later asked Scar Laoliu to receive the reward and praised him as the "nemesis of crime", many interested people in the city still found out what happened that night through various channels.
Destroying this small gambling house in Xiaoyaofang is not a big deal. What really surprised them was the Red King's resolute tactics.
Arrest warrants were posted all over the city late at night, and in less than an hour, a gambling house was raided and all the key criminals inside were killed.
On the surface, the Red King was acting bravely, destroying the den of thieves, and apprehending important criminals, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Red King bypassed many official procedures in order to complete the process from filing to closing the case so quickly. .
What's more, this small gambling house is not big, and it also involves the interests of some people. Didn't the Minister of Rites pay anything in order to get the oil and water inside? No benefits promised to anyone else?
Doesn't King Chi know the twists and turns inside?
Did King Chi really not give any face to the Minister of Rites?
Is it intentional ignorance or intentional carelessness?
In fact, the Red King really didn't give him any face.
He wanted to kick the flesh that was almost in the mouth of the Minister of Rites, and the Red King threw it away at his will. This was no different from a slap in the face.
Jiang Gaoyi later secretly told Zheng Xiu that he reported the matter to the emperor in the morning of the next day. The emperor was so impressed by Jiang Gaoyi's efficiency that he was so pleased that he rewarded Jiang Gaoyi with a pot of gold ingots on the spot. When he retired from the court, the Minister of Rites congratulated Jiang Gaoyi with a smile, but the word "sin" was written all over his face.
It seems that Liang Zi has formed a knot inadvertently. When Jiang Gaoyi is worried about being tripped up by his colleagues behind his back, Zheng Xiu comforts Jiang Gaoyi and says that he is not afraid of shadows when he is upright. Besides, is there someone behind his back who is afraid of an egg? Jiang Gaoyi finally felt at ease after hearing King Chi's words.
After this incident, the ministers in the court, the generals in the army, and the three princes finally saw one thing clearly.
This time, Xiaoyaofang was kicked out of Xiaoyaofang in a painless and silent manner with an "unfounded" arrest warrant. Instead of blaming King Chi for beheading him first and reporting later, the emperor praised the Ministry of Punishment for its effective handling of the matter. Does this mean that in the future, the Red King can also find other names to see who is not pleasing to the eye, and install the name of Zhang San, an outlaw madman, with the pseudonym of someone and so-and-so, who commits heinous crimes and kills him overnight without trial?
Isn't it obvious that the emperor prefers the Red King?
People who are favored are always confident.
Later, it came out from unknown sources that Master Dao's original name was not Zhang San, but his surname was Guo and his given name was Congliang. There is a secretly popular saying in the court: refer to Guo as Zhang.
From now on, wouldn't the favored Red King be able to mess with whoever he wants? There is no Zhang San in the world. As long as the Red King says a word, everyone can be Zhang San?
Where is the king's law?
Is the prince so great?
Uh...it's really amazing!
Now the only prince in Daqian.
For a time, some people saw the situation clearly, some lamented that the sky has no eyes, some secretly said that things are unpredictable, and some wanted to take advantage of the situation.
More people are thinking the same thing: since they can't screw him out, they should find a way to join him.
The ministers in the DPRK were rethinking how to get along with the new Red King. But no matter what, the publicity must be done properly, which led to more and more people sending gifts to the Red Prince's Mansion.
The autumn light is bright and the weather is cheerful.
Zheng Xiu is holding the cat in his arms, and he and Feng Bei are riding in a carriage, carefully cultivating their relationship, planning to step out of the shadow of the cannibal paintings and live a second life. Their relationship will warm up again. When no one is watching, Feng Bei will even In the carriage, he pretended to look at the scenery outside the window, secretly put his hand into Zheng Xiu's hand, and said lightly: Touch it if you want. At this time, Zheng Xiu would also secretly hold the nine-light-one-deep code in Fengbei's palm, so that Fengbei could re-adapt to the familiar gameplay of a couple of ten years.
There is a different kind of happiness in old bottles and new clothes.
As the disaster prevention bureau's business operations became smoother and smoother, Zheng Xiu went from clocking in to work every day to now barely showing up at the disaster prevention bureau. He finally made a perfect transition from the accumulation of quantitative changes to a qualitative change, and An Xin became a hands-off shopkeeper. .
Under Zheng Xiu's careful training, the Disaster Prevention Bureau gradually became a "company". Zheng Xiu has always believed that the most ideal company operating model is one that does not require him to do everything himself. As long as he gives money, it can turn into a top-like smoothness. This is a successful business model.
The carriage bumped from time to time as it pressed against the bluestone road.
The two of them went up and down in the carriage to the bumpy rhythm.
Zheng Xiu passed by the Disaster Prevention Bureau and mentioned a few files he was interested in. On the way back, Feng Bei suddenly asked, "You seem to be very close to them recently?"
coming!
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he secretly thought it was true. Even Qingpi noticed that the four women were closely related to him. As one of the most closely related strangers Zheng Xiu had ever seen, Feng Bei was extremely powerful and could never be kept in the dark.
"Ahem."
Zheng Xiu coughed twice.
Feng Bei's gaze shifted from the window to Zheng Xiu's face, looking into Zheng Xiu's eyes with a half-smile. Zheng Xiu saw his own reflection in Feng Bei's pupils. At this moment, Feng Bei's eyes were filled with his figure.
The holding of hands between the two people was originally Zheng Xiujiu's initiative, but now it changed. Feng Bei tightened his small hands and clasped Zheng Xiu's five fingers behind his back, clasping his ten fingers together and kneading them lightly and deeply.
Ah this?
Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, he was turned into the guest.
This reminded him of the painting, where the two of them would fight each other late at night, deciding victory or defeat as well as life and death. Zheng Xiu would often use one of the "Double Dragons Fetching Water" move from Coiling Dragon's Eighteen Cuts to attack his top and bottom. His wife easily blocked it. Before Zheng Xiu could get the best of his strength, he would use Dragon Fighting in the Wild, and his wife quickly responded with a set of combos: The old trees are entangled with their roots, the yin and yang are reversed, the setting sun mountains are reversed again and again, the sky is vast and the grass is blown by the wind, and the cattle and sheep are low, and other terrible moves. In the end, Zheng Xiu was so killed that he abandoned his helmet and armor and was exhausted. In the painting, he is always unable to defeat Xie Luohe. When Feng Bei becomes the guest in the carriage, Zheng Xiu suddenly recalls the fear and charm of being dominated by his wife.
It is said that there are many acupuncture points in the human palm.
Some acupoints can be very sensitive when pinched.
It's quite comfortable to hold.
Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood that Feng Bei had unknowingly switched into the "Feng Luohe" personality again.
The atmosphere in the carriage was originally pleasant, but now there was suddenly a smell called "Shura Field".
"Listen to my explanation." Zheng Xiu said with a straight face: "You also know that because you smashed the 'Orchid' monster with your palm, by some combination of circumstances, they became Orchid Strangers. They set the rules. Ahem, it’s just... this life is for me, the orchid in the empty valley. Just wait a moment, don’t take off your gloves in a hurry, don’t take them off…"
"Lanhua, you also know that their path is more difficult than others, not to mention that they don't want to take the right path, but they have to go... ahem, other things. On weekdays, they have to serve tea and water, massage and squeeze their legs, etc. It's hard work They are..."
"But for them, this is an alternative kind of practice..."
"The deeper you practice, the smoother your path will be!"
"You also know that when the Disaster Prevention Bureau was first established, it was riddled with holes, devastated, precarious, and on the verge of collapse. Day and night, I was frowning, worried, and working hard, making progress with each passing day... In short, now is the time for the Disaster Prevention Bureau to hire people. "
"You? Your moves are too cruel and it's hard to survive. Unless it's a last resort, how can I let you take action easily?"
"In the future, they will be my right-hand man, standing at the front, back, left and right of me!"
"I know them well. They are all young people who work hard to make progress!"
Zheng Xiu looked up guiltily and glanced at the carriage canopy. The cover was vibrating just now and almost flew out.
Qing Shisan has been working as the full-time driver of the Red King with peace of mind recently. The horse is moving and the carriage is shaking. Qing Shisan can't help but secretly sigh: It's so intense.
As expected of the Red King, he does not follow the ordinary path.
After a while, the car hood stopped shaking.
Feng Bei sighed softly and raised his other hand to gently pat Zheng Xiu's cheek. If it had been anyone else, this pat might have been lost. But he was the one who could bear his own uncertainty. Only in front of him could he live like an ordinary woman, with men farming and women weaving, so unhappy.
"Well, blame me."
Feng Bei slowly leaned his head on Zheng Xiu's shoulder, feeling the familiar generosity, and closed his eyes.
The orange cat had a flat mouth, twisting around in Zheng Xiu's arms, lifting it up and putting it down. However, the shit shovel was unmoved at the moment. It could only jump on the seat, stretch out its paws, and pat the two of them on the head, as if It is blessing the two of them.
Feng Bei was kind-hearted, but when she thought about it, it was really her fault, and she blamed herself for it. In the eyes of a thaumaturge, strangers appear to be beautiful and blessed by nature. But Fengbei's wish is to become a woman like Xie Luohe. She didn't understand why Xie Luohe, who was also a strange person, could be so free and free and free and carefree, but she lived such a miserable life as if she was imprisoned by a strange thing. The four girls became Orchid Strangers, and Feng Bei secretly felt guilty for this. At this moment, she knew that Zheng Xiu was helping the four girls practice, and she couldn't say a single word of blame.
She guessed that Zheng Xiu wouldn't be able to get in... After all, orchids, after all, orchids, who made them become orchids? What's wrong with them? After thinking about it, they were also pitiful people who became strangers for no reason. Feng Bei thought about it, and inexplicably felt sympathy for them.
Zheng Xiu smelled it close to his neck, and heard the faint fragrance in his ears. Thinking of the past, he was moved by the scene, and the scenes of those ten years flashed through Zheng Xiu's mind like a slideshow.
"It's not as good as this year..."
Zheng Xiu spoke casually in a tone as light as the clouds.
"uh-huh?"
Feng Bei's nose twitched and she made a sound like a little she-cat.
"I asked the monk to come back, let the monk and Er Niang be the parents of both parties, and invite Xi'er to be the matchmaker, and we will make a marriage arrangement."
The name Xi'er looks festive.
Feng Bei was silent.
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly: "When the fifteenth month of August next year is full, I will no longer be Gongsun Mo, and you will no longer be Xie Luohe. I, Zheng Xiu, the Red King, the richest man, a great philanthropist, will marry the only daughter of the Feng family."
"This time is the wedding that truly belongs to 'us'. Heaven and earth bear witness, and the sun and moon serve as mirrors. You shine upon me with your youth, and I promise you the rest of your life."
"good."
Feng Bei looked calm, without any surprise, and readily agreed.
A warm and shallow smile appeared on her face for the first time in a long time.
…
November.
Autumn is cold, and the cold wind blows the smell called desolation, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the sky, whirling and whistling on the city wall.
The monk heard that Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were getting engaged and was already on his way back.
He said that he had brought Master Deng's relics with him and wanted Zheng Xiu to see them with his own eyes.
From time to time, Zheng Xiu would check the route of [Monk Inn] at the inn, and Zheng Xiu would wait quietly.
The existence of the monk has special significance to Fengbei. Even if Feng Bei didn't say it, Zheng Xiu knew that there was something subtle connecting them since the cannibal paintings.
The monk is like Feng Bei's only relative in the world now.
Thinking of the monk, Zheng Xiu often remembered that in the Richan Valley, the monk would come across the desert every year to visit the two of them, and then leave with a hangover, leaving a mess everywhere. At this time, Zheng Xiu would always show a knowing smile.
Mid-November.
To the north of the Imperial City, with a blood-red war flag flying, a distinct team approached the Imperial City.
Walking in front and behind were thousands of elites from the Shenwu Army, led by the general guarding the Haoran Pass, Shen Shizong. He has not returned for ten years since he took office at Haoran Pass. He was a handsome and talented man when he left, but his face was covered with stubble when he came back. It makes people lament that the years have passed by and his years are gone.
The news that the envoys from the North had arrived in the capital quickly spread throughout the imperial city like a bird with wings. After Zheng Xiu learned about this, he was currently sitting in the supreme room on the top floor of Xiangman Building, overlooking the escort team from a high position.
The reason why this makes the team "distinct" is because the attire of the barbarians in the north is completely different from that of Daqian. The Northern Barbarians and Da Gan have been fighting each other for hundreds of years, and the people have long been "talking about the barbarians." Nowadays, the streets are deserted, and the people close their doors and windows tightly, for fear that if they look at the barbarians one more time, something will happen to them.
The barbarians wore cloaks and sweaters made of wild beast furs, which were incompatible with the environment of Daqian. The black horse they were riding on was tall and strong, with shiny black hair, as if even the sweat was black.
"Is this the legendary way that the barbarians killed the weak and left the strong in a way that was almost like 'raising gu'? They cultivated it from generation to generation. It took hundreds of years to cultivate the best war horse - Black Wind? Now that I see it, it's really true. Full of murderous intent, Daqian's war horses were restless next to the black wind horse, and they were at a disadvantage in terms of momentum alone. No wonder they were able to kill Daqian's elite twenty years ago and left their armor behind."
Zheng Xiu could tell at a glance that the dark horse cultivated by Manzi was extraordinary, and he was secretly shocked. After the arrival of the envoys, a few carriages covered with tarpaulins did not know what they contained, but I thought they were nothing more than tributes unique to the North.
At this time, among the envoys, a particularly petite figure caught Zheng Xiu's attention. Among the dozen or so tall and muscular men, that petite figure seemed extremely out of place. She looks like a northern woman.
The tribute, the woman, and maybe there was gold in it. Zheng Xiu knew that this was the "three-piece set" necessary for a mission abroad, so it was no surprise. What surprised Zheng Xiu was that the Northern Barbarians who had been fighting for many years unexpectedly went out of their way and traveled thousands of miles to come here to negotiate peace. This was a "big event" that had never happened in the history of Daqian.
"What does it have to do with me?"
At this time, Chef He's carefully prepared dishes were presented one after another, and King Chi came to eat at his family's restaurant. With the mentality of "nothing to do with me", Zheng Xiu twitched his index finger when he smelled the aroma of the vegetables. At this moment, he still felt that he would not have any contact with the envoys from the North. After all, this was the job of the Ministry of Rites.
(End of chapter)
