The security of the Red Prince's Mansion has always been handled by the Brotherhood on a rotating basis.
When the girl who called herself "Yue Linglong" knelt in front of the Red Prince's Mansion in the heavy snow, it didn't take long for people to discover her.
Soon it attracted many assassins to eat melons.
The assassins murmured secretly.
"The clan of the moon, Yue Linglong?"
"Could it be the 'Barbarian Princess' who has been rumored in the city recently and is about to become Mrs. Zheng?"
"Don't talk nonsense, do you really think that anyone with crooked melons and cracked dates can be Mrs. Zheng?"
"Well, don't tell me, it doesn't look like a crooked melon or a cracked jujube."
"Ha, man." The speaker was a woman who worked under the Red King. She sneered, with annoyance hidden in her voice: "It's just a cold marriage between two countries, there is no emotion."
"Why is she kneeling at our gate in the middle of the night?"
"It must be because of the Xiangmanlou thing, right? If you offend our master, can you get something good to eat? It's a good move to retreat instead of advance."
Having said that, the assassins sneered, but felt extremely troubled.
If it were anyone else, just blast them away.
But this person’s identity is a bit sensitive.
Who in the house doesn't know that the master has a romantic nature, so he might be in love with the red king. What if it happens?
"Then who will inform the master?"
The assassins hid in the dark and looked at each other.
The master must be busy at this time.
I'm so busy that I can't spare more than two hours.
No one would be foolish enough to get into trouble like this for a barbarian princess.
"I dont go."
After a while, everyone shook their heads at the same time and decided to pretend they didn't see it.
Yue Linglong knelt down in the heavy snow for half an hour.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, pressing on her thin shoulders.
The girl's body was trembling slightly in the snow. She was alone in the heavy snow and the lonely street, kneeling in front of the magnificent Red Prince's Mansion, adding a bit of misery and helplessness to this small world.
at the same time.
In the Red King's room.
The lights are dim and the heat is rising.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei have been husband and wife for ten years in the cannibal painting, and they know each other well. It is no exaggeration to say that when Feng Bei was still a child, she knew what to do as soon as Zheng Xiu slapped her on the butt because of her experience as a married couple who painted cannibal paintings that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.
After the two got married not long ago, the love affair between man and woman became more and more seamless. Everything fell into place naturally and wonderfully.
As soon as his head was covered, Zheng Xiu was like a little tiger possessing him, tearing the new socks into pieces.
"Don't! You're such a good person, you're going to tear your socks off at any time!"
And torn into pieces.
Do you... have a grudge against Xi'er?
Feng Bei hasn't yet understood the beauty of these new socks.
"Come, my husband will tell you..."
Zheng Xiuxiu plans to study "Eighteen ways to use new socks" with Feng Bei.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Two heads emerged from the quilt. They were each holding a corner of the quilt, their expressions were equally dazed and confused, and they looked like a couple.
"It's Er Niang." Feng Bei listened to the rapid breathing outside the door and used the "Sound of All Things" to listen carefully. She immediately understood who was outside the house. She squeezed Zheng Xiu anxiously: "It's broken! You let me How can I explain that I was in your room in the middle of the night?"
"Is there any explanation? Can you still violate the king's law?"
Zheng Xiu didn't understand why Feng Bei was so anxious. He muttered and responded: "Coming, coming!" After saying that, he put on his robe and stood up to open the door.
Feng Bei hid under the quilt, pulled down the curtain, and pretended that he had never been there.
Other people in the house would not be so ignorant and bother them late at night. And when Er Niang came to see her, there must be something important. No matter how anxious Zheng Xiu was, he couldn't neglect Er Niang.
When Er Niang saw Zheng Xiu, her eyebrows stood up, her eyes widened, her magic claws reached out, pinched Zheng Xiu's ears accurately, lifted them up, and angrily said: "Tell me, whose little girl did you provoke again?" Got it!"
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this: "Me?" He turned around and glanced in the direction of the bed with a guilty conscience, but after a moment, he stopped laughing. I felt so damn guilty! Feng Bei is the unmarried wife! Even if she has not married yet, she is still a wife! It is justified and justified!
"How did you know?"
Zheng Xiu thought that Er Niang was talking about Feng Bei who was hiding under the quilt, so he coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed even though it was justifiable.
"The little girls have found their way to our door!"
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."
Er Niang pulled Zheng Xiu's ear and walked out. As she walked, she babbled like an old hen about Zheng Xiu.
"You said how old you are. You and Miss Fengbei have just crossed paths, but things haven't been completely done yet. Zhizhi and the others will be treated as dowry maids and married into the Zheng family as a matter of course. You will take care of the family's flowers. If not, why do you provoke people from outside?"
The more Zheng Xiu listened, the more confused he became. Inexplicably, his ear was pulled by Er Niang, and he felt aggrieved. He couldn't help but ask: "Wait a minute, Er Niang, who are you talking about now?"
"That girl's name is Yue Linglong! If Brother Qing's people hadn't informed Er Niang, Er Niang would still have been kept in the dark!"
Er Niang's position meant that it would be difficult for her to get in touch with the affairs of the court. Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiu Ping got involved with another princess for no reason. In addition, although there are a lot of rumors outside, the Chiwang Mansion is like a small world of its own, and no one will tell these gossips in Er Niang's ears. It is understandable that Er Niang does not know this.
Zheng Xiu's face suddenly turned cold and he followed Er Niang to the door without saying a word.
When he opened the door, Zheng Xiu saw a girl kneeling in the snow, her head lowered and swaying.
The girl raised her head, her black and white eyes without any luster, quietly looking at the man who was about to become her future husband.
In the city, there are countless legends circulating about Prince Zheng, who is now at the height of his power in the Daqian Dynasty.
This is the first meeting between Zheng Xiu and the princess.
Zheng Xiu looked at the girl calmly.
Looking at the girl's face.
Hatred? disgust?
For a moment, Zheng Xiu, who was looking calm, had strange thoughts in his mind.
Zheng Xiu felt a touch of self-mockery in his heart. In the blink of an eye, his father had been dead for twenty years. In these twenty years, Zheng Xiu had never had any thoughts such as "revenge".
Because Zheng Haoran died on the battlefield, the only way to take revenge is war. This is not what he, a mere businessman, can say.
To put it bluntly, the reason why Zheng Xiu handled this matter in such an almost childish way was to punish himself. It was obvious that he had taken over the position of Night Lord, it was obvious that he had considerable strength, and it was obvious that his subordinates could There are countless people, and he can even recruit a group of people to march north and attack the Northern Barbarians. But the comfort of life made Zheng Xiu subconsciously unwilling to see the two countries at war. For the reason of "revenge", Daqian, who is now peaceful and peaceful, once again fell into dire straits.
Er Niang brought Zheng Xiu here and was about to raise an army to investigate the crime. But in an instant, Er Niang noticed that the atmosphere around her was strange, and subconsciously reached out to hold her brother's hand.
His palms were sweaty.
"Now that I've seen it, are you satisfied?"
Zheng Xiu sighed, adding a few mouthfuls of coolness to the snowy night.
The girl's skin was sickly pale, and her lips turned purple from the cold in the snow, but she didn't show any sign of pain. Instead of getting up, she lowered her head on the snow, making a slightly hoarse sound from her dry throat.
"The Yue Clan, Yue Linglong, pays homage to King Daganchi."
Zheng Xiu was silent.
"Yue Linglong is incompetent in disciplining her subordinates and has disturbed the Red King. Please forgive me."
Zheng Xiu's face was expressionless, but there was sarcasm in his voice: "We have nothing to do with you barbarians."
Zheng Xiu was a little surprised. The barbarians who made a fuss in Xiangmanlou that day spoke their language. But when the girl spoke, her accent sounded like that of a commoner in Da Gan. If they hadn't known in advance that she was the daughter of the Wolf King and a princess from the North, most people would have been unable to tell whether she was a Northern Barbarian or a Da Gan person.
Is there anyone among the Northern Barbarians who is familiar with the culture of Daqian?
Zheng Xiu was secretly alert.
The word "barbarian" is a "scornful name" used by the Daqian people for the northern barbarian countries. When Zheng Xiu said this word in front of the princess of the northern kingdom, he was clearly pointing at her nose and swearing.
But the princess of the North seemed not to hear it, which made Zheng Xiu even more sure that the other party was well prepared.
"Yue Linglong traveled across the wasteland and came to Daqian for peace." Yue Linglong lowered her head and said, her voice getting softer and softer, as if floating in the clouds, with an unpredictable flavor: "Yue Linglong hopes that the prince will not care about past grudges..."
"Now that you've seen it, get out of here."
Zheng Xiu rudely interrupted Yue Linglong's next words, turned around and was about to leave.
Plop!
There was a muffled sound behind him.
Erniang exclaimed.
Zheng Xiu looked back and saw that Yue Linglong had fallen into the snow and passed out.
"..."
"It's so hot!" Erniang exclaimed as she touched Yue's exquisite forehead.
Zheng Xiu was indifferent, looked at Er Niang and asked, "Do you know who she is?"
From the conversation between the two, Erniang vaguely guessed the identity of the other party.
She instantly understood the entanglement and unhappiness in Zheng Xiu's heart.
After hesitating for a moment, Er Niang said softly: "Xiu'er, as the saying goes, every wrongdoer has his own debtor. Even if she has a special status, Er Niang will not be able to bear it if she is ignored in such a severe cold."
"As you wish."
Zheng Xiu walked into the yard and blew a few whistles. Soon, Zhizhi and the others came out wearing big cloaks and hurriedly carried Yue Linglong into the guest room.
"Watch it, be careful."
Erniang is kind-hearted and doesn't do what he wants. Zheng Xiu, however, suspected that the "fainting" drama was also a ploy by the other party, so he remained unmoved. Instead, he ordered his subordinates to surround the guest room and keep a close eye on it.
Back in the room, Feng Bei fell asleep.
Looking at Feng Bei's smooth shoulders exposed outside the quilt, Zheng Xiu tucked Feng Bei's quilt in, and had long since lost all his charming thoughts.
Zheng Xiu didn't sleep all night.
Early the next morning, Qing Shisan was sweeping snow in the courtyard while yawning.
"People are gone."
As soon as he saw Zheng Xiu, Qing Shisan walked forward with a broom in his hands and said cheerfully: "You are a very sensible little princess. I know that you don't want to see her, so I left honestly early in the morning before dawn." , and didn’t leave any words behind.”
Zheng Xiu glanced at Qing Shisan expressionlessly.
Qing Shisan immediately shut up, put away his playful smile, and raised three fingers to the sky: "Qing and the Northern Barbarians are inseparable!"
"Okay, no need to pretend in front of me." Zheng Xiu sat down under the eaves. Not far away, the kitten lay in the cat's nest, lazily waiting for fried fish cakes for breakfast. Zheng Xiu waved to the little cat, and the orange cat rolled his eyes. He had no choice but to fry fish cakes and ignored him.
Qing Shisan touched the cigarette rod but did not smoke. He looked up at the sky. There was a glimmer of magnificent morning light on the horizon, as bright red as fire.
"In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed."
There is something in Qing Thirteen's words.
"Qingpi, what do you think of this matter?"
Qing Shisan grinned, pondering Zheng Xiu's thoughts, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, are you asking about General Zheng...or marriage?"
Zheng Xiu nodded but did not answer.
Qing Shisan understood and replied with a smile, his expression a little more sad: "Today is different from the past. I remember many years ago, the world was very chaotic. In our line of work, what is said to be a nice person is a knife hunter, who specializes in hunting down evil people. The leader receives a reward. But to put it bluntly, it is a job of seeking revenge. Who will be a villain when the world is good? Aren't you forced by the world? Today you kill my father, and tomorrow I will kill your whole family. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. , and a few years later a relative appeared out of nowhere and chased him all over the world."
"In the end, I discovered that once you make a feud, even if you can kill his whole family, because of the entanglement of cause and effect, someone will always come out to avenge the dead person."
After a pause, Qing Shisan sighed: "I can't kill them all."
Qingpi shook his head as if he had come before.
Zheng Xiu clenched his fists under his sleeves and cursed with a smile: "I'm asking about the marriage."
"Oh? It turns out that the master is asking about marriage!" Qing Shisan uttered an ouch with annoyance on his face. He clapped his mouth and said, "Qing is too talkative. If it's a marriage, master doesn't have to worry."
"Um?"
"Hey! Among the officials in the court, who doesn't have three wives and four concubines? Let alone you, the master? The prince must have the style of a prince. His wife is invincible in the world, his accompanying maids are gentle and sensible, and they have a few side rooms, they are well-educated and sensible, and they also have He can have three or five concubines, and he can speak well."
Zheng Xiu was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are quite thoughtful."
Qing Shisan shrugged: "Otherwise? In life, don't you just want to have the word 'happiness'? Want to have the word 'free and happy'? You can obviously be free and happy but live a life of bitterness and deep hatred. There is no need for it."
"Haha, then you and Ji Hongou..."
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Qing Shisan choked on his own saliva and kept coughing, his eyes awkward: "These are old things, don't mention them, don't mention them!"
Everyone has their own story.
Qing Shisan lived half his life, taking grievances lightly and being free and easy.
Every night after that, Yue Linglong would come through the snow and stand at the door of Prince Chi's Mansion.
For several days.
Since Zheng Xiu met him that night, even if he knew about it, he deliberately avoided seeing her. Thinking about it, there is really nothing to see, and it has nothing to do with feuding. It is just because this matter itself is a political task. Whether it is successful or not, Zheng Xiu doesn't care, that's all.
Zheng Xiu spent a long time and went to the disaster prevention bureau for the first time in a long time. He found that there were gradually more cases in various places, but many people in Xiaobu were once elites in Ye Weiyang Middle School. Now they have changed their names and are still elites. Zheng Xiu's consent is almost not required to handle cases. According to each Personal level, just go and run after receiving the order, assembly line operation, extremely efficient.
Jiang Gaoyi still ran in both directions, handling the high-level files for Zheng Xiu, placing slightly special files separately and making comments.
At the end of the thirty-third year of Zun'an.
In the blink of an eye, it’s time to prepare for the reunion dinner again.
Yue Linglong always only appeared late at night, and Zheng Xiu also turned a blind eye and gradually forgot about the princess.
He was having a headache over the list for the reunion banquet, and now he has become the Red King. It is also a knowledge to invite whom and who not to invite. The list for the reunion banquet is not about guests, but about people and sophistication.
The envoy from the Northern Kingdom stayed in Daqian for nearly two months in a blink of an eye, and everything was fine.
At this moment, a capable subordinate who had been silent for a whole autumn and had almost been forgotten by Zheng Xiu after being sent out suddenly sent back news.
It's Gu Qiutang.
"Your Majesty!"
Chang Shihui lit up, and the image on the opposite side was clearly transmitted to Zheng Xiu's mirror.
On the other side, there was heavy snow and thousands of miles of ice. Gu Qiutang's hair was frozen into icicles, and his long beard was twisted into bunches and covered with ice slag. At first glance, Zheng Xiuzhen didn't recognize that this was Gu Qiutang, the former fierce swordsman.
"I am done! I am done! I am done!"
Gu Qiutang remained motionless, but his tone was extremely excited. The tone and expression give people a serious sense of separation.
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this: "What happened?"
"As expected of the prince! That day, after listening to the prince's words, the subordinates were enlightened and suddenly enlightened! Completely enlightened! The subordinates finally cultivated the real 'non-sword'!"
Gu Qiutang was defeated by Zheng Xiu before, and he was convinced on the surface but not convinced on the other side.
Now, because of Zheng Xiu's casual words, he seemed to have understood the true "not using the knife". This time he was really convinced by Zheng Xiu, and his words could not hide his respect and admiration.
Zheng Xiu was even more confused after hearing this. What did I say that day?
What can you say to make your toilet open?
Zheng Xiu frowned and thought hard, but he didn't remember what thoughts he had instilled in Gu Qiutang.
But hearing the other party's excited tone, it didn't sound like he was faking it. He seemed to have made a real breakthrough in his spiritual practice.
"Okay! Very good! I am so lucky to have you!" Zheng Xiu encouraged him, but he was having a headache and was about to hang up the call. Gu Qiutang's voice changed and he suddenly said: "My lord, there is one more thing. Do you still remember the rumored 'Hundred Ghost March' in the wasteland?"
Zheng Xiu frowned. This was indeed the case. He moved his fingers away from the mirror and nodded: "You tell me."
"My subordinate chose a snow-capped mountain and sat there for a month."
"On a full-moon night, with heavy snowfall, my subordinate vaguely saw a group of ragged soldiers on the vast snowfield."
"My subordinates looked closely and saw that the soldiers were covered in blood and flesh under their clothes, with white bones visible. They were definitely not human beings and were most likely evil creatures."
Gu Qiutang's expression changed, and the ice cubes on his face fell in chunks.
"Perhaps it's the 'March of One Hundred Ghosts' rumored by the people."
"However, when a cloud covered the moonlight, the soldiers in ragged clothes disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like an illusion."
"At a quick glance, I am not sure, but I vaguely saw a military flag in the march..."
Gu Qiutang looked at Zheng Xiu across Chang Shihui.
"On the military flag, the word 'Zheng' is faintly visible."
Boom.
The next second, the Scarlet King Mirror in Zheng Xiu's hand fell to the ground.
Zheng Xiu opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a while. He was speechless for a long time.
(End of chapter)
