The next day.
Autumn is crisp and clear, with fallen leaves turning yellow.
A ray of morning light reflected the golden leaves all over the city, and vendors swept their doors.
A fast horse galloped down the street with few pedestrians and stopped in front of Prince Chi's Mansion.
"I'm Xi'er, open the door quickly, I have something important to report to King Chi!"
In the disaster prevention bureau, King Chi had become a half-hand shopkeeper. Chang Shihui could not be contacted, so Xi'er hurried straight to King Chi's mansion.
Xi'er, who has been a gold medal undercover agent for many years, is familiar with the layout of the Red Prince's palace. After the servant opened the door, Xi'er went straight to the living room and waited restlessly for the Red Prince.
The Red King was wearing a large golden robe, with one hand on the front, lazily walking out from behind, yawning. Seeing the slightly haggard face of the Red King, Xi'er couldn't help but be startled, wondering what the Red King was doing last night. He looked like he had been squeezed dry.
"Sir, is your Chang Shi Eret?"
Xi'er struggled to look away from Chi Wang's well-defined chest muscles, Gudong swallowed Xingzi, and asked pretending to be calm.
"Well……"
Zheng Xiu touched his waist, patted his head, and Chang Shihui fell into Fengbei's room.
He asked: "What are you doing so early in the morning?"
Upon hearing this, Xi'er calmed down, put on a straight face, and said what she meant. She lowered her voice as if she was whispering and said, "Master, Xi'er suspects... that there is a mole in the disaster prevention bureau."
"Oh? Please elaborate."
Zheng Xiu sat in the chair boldly, with his back straight and his expression calm and authoritative. At this time, the sensible Jing Xuemei had already made tea, walked out from behind the screen, and served it to the table.
Chi Wang blew three times, glanced at the tips of the tea leaves floating on the surface, and took a sip.
Xi'er worriedly told the "big thing" that happened last night.
"Master, there was a terrible movement in the suburbs last night."
"A piece of evil blood rose into the sky, followed by a series of earthquakes and mountain shaking."
Xi'er vividly gestured with her hands to see the scene of "hula rising to the sky".
"After Xi'er learned about this, he immediately went to investigate."
"It turned out to be Fengzhu's former residence."
“There used to be half a bare mountain left there, but now it’s been razed to the ground!”
"There are many mountains near the capital. If we didn't hit other places, we hit Fengzhu's hometown? There must be something fishy!"
"Hmph! Not many people know the original location of that place. Now that Fengzhu's hometown has been hit hard again, Xi'er suspects that this is a premeditated provocation!"
"Someone wants to do harm to Fengzhu!"
"This is a demonstration! It must be the work of an insider in the Disaster Prevention Bureau!"
Xi'er said it all in one breath, but King Chi, who was sitting in the upper seat, spat out a mouthful of hot tea with a "pop" sound. Phew~ it all sprayed on Xi'er's face.
Xi'er looked confused and didn't even bother to wipe the tea stains on her face. She was thinking wildly in her mind. Ah this? Could it be that Chi Wang suspected that Xi'er was a mole? Isn't it? Or is it that King Chi has a problem with Xi'er? Remind Xi'er in this way?
"This matter..." Zheng Xiu coughed twice and put down the tea cup: "Don't pay attention to it."
Xi'er was puzzled. While wiping the water sprayed on her face, she wondered: "Why don't you ignore it?"
"I don't care if I don't care. Who would have nothing to do to smash Fengbei's house? It must have been an earthquake, or a meteorite fell from the sky late at night, and it hit the top of Fengbei's mountain. That's all. There is no need to go into details. .”
"Sir...why do you look so embarrassed?"
"Not awkward, not embarrassing."
Because Xi'er suspected that "there was a mole", she skipped the process and handed the case directly to Prince Chi's Mansion.
King Chi concluded the case at the speed of light, and issued an announcement using Chang Shihua in front of Xi'er, publicly commending Xi'er for his diligence and dedication, and promised to pay 500 taels of silver as a performance commission.
There was an uproar in the disaster prevention bureau.
This is the first time since the establishment of the Disaster Prevention Bureau that he has been publicly praised by the Red King.
Xi'er is happy.
Zheng Xiu thought it was nothing. As a leader, occasionally giving candied dates to subordinates could stimulate other people's enthusiasm for work, which would be beneficial without any harm.
Before Xi'er left, Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered something and called Xi'er: "Did you cut Feng Bei's dress yourself last night?"
Xi'er nodded.
"Ahem, it's as thin as cicada wings and as smooth as skin, not bad." Zheng Xiu reminded: "With this kind of craftsmanship, you can try making a pair of socks."
"Socks?" Xi'er was stunned when he heard this: "What socks?"
Zheng Xiu lowered his voice and reminded her, stimulating Xi'er's inspiration.
When Xi'er heard this, he suddenly realized it, like an enlightenment. Zheng Xiu's reminder made her think of the new possibility of [tailoring]. She didn't even bother to say polite words and left in a hurry. It seemed that she was rushing back to Cloth Shop to try out Chi Wang's idea and make some socks. .
She had a strong premonition that once the "socks" mentioned by the Red King came out and were sought after by ladies and girls all over the city, she would be able to take a leap forward in her career.
One small step for socks is one giant step for her!
Xi'er walked very quickly. Before Zheng Xiu had time to tell him the color and fishing net he wanted, everyone had left, so he had no choice but to give up and see if he could make it first.
As for who to wear, Zheng Xiu doesn't need to worry.
Walking back to the wing, Zheng Xiu nodded secretly. This was for Xi'er's promotion, and had no other meaning.
As a tailor, you need to constantly innovate and climb to new heights in order to become bigger and stronger.
Recalling the fierce battle on the mountain last night, Zheng Xiu was still frightened.
He gestured with his hands in front of him, recalling the feeling of the flesh and blood on his hands twisting and turning into "chainsaws".
If he hadn't experienced it himself, Zheng Xiu would have found it hard to believe that the so-called [Claws of the Abyss] actually turned his two hands into "chainsaws", with two huge chainsaws nearly three feet long, turning whirringly.
The wounds left by [Claws of the Abyss] cannot be healed and will always be "bleeding" unless Zheng Xiu cancels his incarnation.
Last night Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei had a real fight. Feng Bei slapped the mountain into pieces. In the ruins, the two hammered each other. Zheng Xiu's eyes were red until his chainsaw almost fell on Feng Bei's back. , a moment of clarity made Zheng Xiu stop.
"If there was no 'Crazy Invasion', it would be a perfect incarnation." Zheng Xiu secretly blamed himself, but then he thought about it, isn't [Crazy] a different kind of restriction?
Following the "rules" and obeying the "restrictions" is what the art of magic should look like.
Zheng Xiu suddenly thought of Jiang Gaoyi. Although Jiang Gaoyi had been an official for some time and had learned the ability to "observe people's emotions", he was devoted to being an official and did not further develop his magical skills. He only had rules and no restrictions, which led to Jiang Gaoyi's failure. Until now, apart from being able to read other people's micro-expressions, he has never shown anything special.
"Even if it is the same door, or even the same person, different thaumaturgy will be born with different development methods. Even if the rules and restrictions are only slightly different, the final results are likely to be very different."
Zheng Xiu thinks that although his understanding of "menjing" is not thorough, he still knows more than many people. Most of the strange people who have a glimpse of the door only know it but do not know why, and will not delve into the principle.
Approaching Fengbei's yard, the orange cat lay quietly at the door, listlessly. Early in the morning on weekdays, Fengbei would make fried fish cakes for Orange Cat for breakfast. The fish cakes were gone today, and the orange cat was in a bad mood.
Zheng Xiu approached quietly and asked in a low voice: "Where is she?"
"Meow meow."
The orange cat lazily raised its paw and pointed into the house.
"woke up?"
"Meow……"
The orange cat lay down again, closed his eyes, and looked like he didn't want to talk to anyone.
"good!"
There is no problem for one person and one cat to communicate.
Ever since Zheng Xiu learned that chatting with cats can invisibly increase the level of [Foreign Language], he can't go wrong by teasing cats more.
Who would say no to being able to master one more [foreign language]?
When I walked to the house, the door was ajar but not locked. Zheng Xiu suddenly had a bad premonition, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door opened with a roar, his white lotus-rooted arms pulled Zheng Xiu's clothes, and the strong man dragged the Red King into the room.
Zheng Xiu's eyes were dazzled, and the world was spinning for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he was pressed to the ground. A smooth foot flexibly peeled off the skirt of his clothes and stepped on Zheng Xiu's chest gently, spinning.
"Feng Bei" lifted up his hair and pointed to the wound on his forehead with a smile: "Look at the good things you did."
Although the two of them leveled a mountain last night, their lives were not in danger.
It’s just that Zheng Xiu accidentally injured Feng Bei’s brain.
Zheng Xiu didn't respond and moved his bare feet downward little by little.
Gudong.
"Can I understand that... you are pretending to be like this on purpose?"
With the vital point being grasped, Zheng Xiu swallowed hard and said with difficulty.
"you guess?"
"Feng Bei" covered her mouth and chuckled, her endless charm causing the temperature in the room to rise quietly by several degrees.
What happened last night left only a small aftermath:
Feng Bei used too many "Luohe Divine Arrows" last night. It was a bit overwhelming and he couldn't go back.
…
Escaped with difficulty from Feng Bei's devilish feet, Zheng Xiu covered his waist and fled from the Red Prince's Mansion in vain.
As soon as I stepped out of the palace gate, I was about to go to the Disaster Prevention Bureau to take shelter.
"hiss……"
The sound of a poisonous snake spitting a message came from above the head. The snake's hair was stained with dew, as if it had been squatting on the door all night.
"Where's my brother?"
When the snake saw the Red King, it twisted its waist, and the snake's waist swam flexibly, blocking the Red King from questioning.
"Quick! Celebrate! Get it!"
Whoosh! A burst of smoke came and enveloped the snake.
The snake was lost in the smoke.
Zheng Xiu ran out without looking back.
First there were four orchids, then Feng Bei, whose brain was damaged and couldn’t tell whether he was Feng Luohe or Feng Bei, and then the snake that seemed to be eyeing Zheng E... Zheng Xiu was vaguely aware that he had been around him recently. Strange things are happening.
Zheng Xiu searched all over the street and finally found Wei Chen on the roadside who was setting up a stall to touch bones and tell fortunes.
"Take a step to speak!"
"Blind Chen Wei" has gained a lot of fame in the busy city. Many people come here to visit. There were several circles inside and outside his stall. Wei Chen sat on a small bench, smiling and touching the bones one by one, seemingly enjoying himself.
Zheng Xiu booked a compartment in Xiangman Building and had a secret conversation with Wei Chen.
He first asked about the current policy of the dynasty, the situation between the two countries, the problems of the Northern Barbarians, people's livelihood and economy, and the way of the emperor. After Zheng Xiu asked many sensitive topics in succession, Wei Chen listened quietly throughout the process, smiling and saying nothing. hair. Until the end, Wei Chen's white pupils moved to the direction of Zheng Xiu, and he sighed softly: "What Chen knows, I have already confided to the Red King. Even if I ask him thousands of times, Chen still has the same answer."
"If Chen guessed correctly, the Red King...has something else on his mind?"
Wei Chen was blind and his heart was not blind, and he soon realized that the questions asked by the Red King in his eloquent talk were all asked before, so he had something else to ask for.
Zheng Xiu asked out of curiosity: "Is your fortune-telling by touching bones really accurate, or is it just nonsense?"
Wei Chen chuckled: "Whether it's accurate or not is up to Chen. If King Chi is curious, he might as well give it a try himself."
He stretched out his palm towards Zheng Xiu. The hand was covered with burn scars and looked hideous.
Zheng Xiu took a breath and put his hand in Wei Chen's palm.
Wei Chen carefully touched Zheng Xiu's metacarpal bones with both hands and kneaded them, making Zheng Xiu's metacarpal joints make crisp sounds from time to time.
"It's so heavy... evil spirit."
Wei Chen murmured to himself: "Have these hands of the Red King wielded powerful weapons recently?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this, and was about to say no, but then he remembered that when [Zheng Kuang] was projected last night, his hands turned into a long saw of flesh and blood, which was the [Abyss Claw] that came with that special character. Zheng Xiu swallowed the words and was amazed in his heart. Is it really that accurate?
This Wei Chen really has something.
The "fireworks" Wei Chen used to display and the "fortune-telling" he was doing now seemed to have nothing to do with Wei Chen's "usurper". The "Usurper" two hundred years ago was Cheng Xiao who killed the current emperor. The strangeness displayed by the two men was so different that Zheng Xiu was completely confused as to what the "Usurper"'s true magic was.
When Feng Bei and he were calculating the path map, Feng Bei said that there was a kind of "Physiologist" path a long time ago. There were only a few people who had the real ability to see the path, and most of the people in the market were deceivers who stole the name. Nowadays, Wei Chen's "bone fortune-telling" is also subtly different from the "divination selling" of the "credit knife man". Strictly speaking, it is more like the work of a "foreigner".
Wait, thinking of this, Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and a ridiculous idea emerged. Could this [usurper] be called a "usurper" because he could steal other people's methods and magic for his own use?
What you are tampering with is... the ranking of the portal?
Zheng Xiu was thinking secretly and did not answer Wei Chen's question. But for Wei Chen, Zheng Xiu's silence was already an answer. Wei Chen nodded, smiled, and continued to feel the bones. After about a stick of incense, Wei Chen's expression changed several times, his brows relaxed, and he shook his head: "I have a sentence that I'm afraid I won't listen to. If King Chi doesn't believe it, just think that Chen is talking nonsense. There is no need to take it seriously."
"But it doesn't matter."
Wei Chen considered it for a moment and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you have been very lucky recently."
Zheng Xiu opened his mouth, noncommittal.
Wei Chen paused for a moment before shaking his head with a wry smile on his face: "Perhaps Chen is not good at his skills, or maybe the prince's skeleton is unique and unique. Chen only felt that the prince's bones were like the moon in the mist, flowers and water, and they seemed clear. , in fact, it is ever-changing and unpredictable.”
Zheng Xiu nodded calmly: "Speak humanly."
Wei Chen was stunned for a moment and pursed his lips: "The prince is truly a strange person. His destiny is unpredictable, and luck and calamity can only be thought of in a single thought. When a peach blossom has good luck, there is always a hidden calamity."
Zheng Xiu understood what he heard this time, and said with a strange look on his face: "Are you telling me that this king has recently killed Orchid...ahem, Peach Blossom?"
Wei Chen nodded: "If Chen is right, the prince will face a disaster... a catastrophe in the near future. But it is also very easy to resolve." He smiled, dipped some sake in the glass, and wrote a word on the table.
"Just avoid this word."
Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank.
The water stains on the table formed the character "北" crookedly.
(End of chapter)
