Yue Linglong would stand in front of the Red Prince's Mansion every night.
No matter how much snow is falling outside, it will come as promised.
"It's already like this..."
Er Niang thought in her heart that this was the marriage promised by the emperor. The two countries could not refuse the marriage. No matter whether Yue Linglong was a wife or a concubine in terms of seniority in the end, she was a member of the Zheng family after all. Zheng Xiu was the one who suffered from the cold, so the two women My mother took the initiative to invite Yue Linglong to the Red Prince's Mansion many times.
At first Yue Linglong refused and politely said that she would just wait at the door. The Red King has not yet forgiven her.
When Er Niang talked about this matter.
Zheng Xiu just smiled faintly: "It's a good move to turn retreat into advance."
The second mother started to pull Zheng Xiu's ears again: "I have just turned sixteen this year. When my father died, my little girl was not yet born."
"so what?"
"you!"
Er Niang was very angry at Zheng Xiu's casual attitude.
After finally getting Er Niang to let go, Zheng Xiu rubbed his red and swollen ears and secretly thought that Yue Linglong looked more like your brother now, but he said: "I mean Er Niang, do you know that in the world now, there is only one You can pull the prince's ears, you are really more powerful than the emperor."
"Hmph! Even if you become the emperor, we are also the emperor's sister, and we are one generation older than you."
Er Niang was easily changed the subject.
"Ah, please keep your voice down. If such treacherous words get out, your house will be ransacked."
Er Niang immediately didn't dare to say anything nonsense, but still wanted to persuade Zheng Xiu to be nicer to Yue Linglong.
Zheng Xiu didn't agree.
In fact, he didn't want to pay attention to Yue Linglong at all, and it had nothing to do with love or hate. In his eyes, no matter how beautiful Yue Linglong was, no matter how special her status was, she was just a passerby, not as good as Feng Beixiang.
It was the third day since Gu Qiutang discovered the "March of One Hundred Ghosts".
Zheng Xiu takes the initiative to contact Gu Qiutang every day.
Gu Qiutang said that day that he was not sure whether the word "Zheng" was written on the Hundred Ghosts Army Flag.
If it is the word "Zheng", how should we explain it?
Twenty years ago, the resentment of the Zheng family army lingered in the wasteland?
Before he had a glimpse of the door and learned the secrets of the world, Zheng Xiuding would have scoffed at this statement, but now, it is said that he would rather believe that it exists than that it does not exist.
If so, will... there be a dad in it?
What is the true face of the Hundred Ghost Marching Army?
To see the Hundred Demons Marching, certain conditions are required.
According to what Gu Qiutang said, one is the "full moon night" and the other is "heavy snow".
It's not difficult on a full moon night, just wait; it's not difficult when it snows heavily, it often falls in the northern wasteland. But when it snows and the clouds cover the moon, it is really difficult to meet these two conditions at the same time... No wonder the rumor of the "Hundred Ghost March" has been circulating for several months, but very few people have witnessed it with their own eyes.
That is, Gu Qiutang, who believed Zheng Xiu's lies, found a snow mountain, and squatted there for two months, motionless as a stone in the ice and snow, unblinking, and happened to see that bizarre scene.
This matter was kept in Zheng Xiu's heart at first, and he didn't say anything to anyone.
And Feng Bei is worthy of being a companion connected to the window of his soul. It didn't take long for her to notice Zheng Xiu's thoughts.
While they were rubbing their hair together, Feng Bei listened, secretly.
Zheng Xiu's troubles are suddenly related to "Zheng Haoran".
But you have to ask, "What happened to your father?" He's already hanging in the mourning hall, what else can happen?
So after the clouds and rain passed, Feng Bei lay on Zheng Xiu, stretched out his fingers to draw circles on Zheng Xiu's chest, and asked meaningfully: "If, I say if, your father is still alive, he will like it." Am I the daughter-in-law of the Zheng family?"
Feng Bei would never mention "Zheng Haoran" in front of Zheng Xiu, just as Zheng Xiu would never mention "Feng Nantian" in front of Feng Bei.
"You're eavesdropping again." Zheng Xiu sighed softly: "Didn't I tell you that you are forcing yourself to follow two paths? If the conflict between the two is not handled well, you will become like a monk who is obsessed with madness and cannot tell the difference. Clear yourself.”
Feng Bei didn't care about this. He had already looked away and smiled slightly: "I can't tell the difference for a long time. Aren't you quite happy?"
"Well……"
Zheng Xiu was speechless.
Both pleasures sound pleasant, but they are not. Zheng Xiu has been worried about Fengbei's mental health since Fengbei showed another personality from time to time. He would rather that Feng Bei's "abnormality" is temporary, a disease that can be cured on its own after a long time or the path is smooth.
Around Zheng Xiu, except for himself, Feng Bei, and Monk, he had never met anyone who dared to walk through other doors as a stranger. The monk's current condition is obvious to all, Zheng Xiu, but the monk seems to have been able to "coexist peacefully" with other personalities and has become stable, while Feng Bei's current condition is not particularly optimistic.
When it came to Zheng Haoran, the words had already been spoken. Zheng Xiu did not hide anything and simply told Feng Bei truthfully what Gu Qiutang had discovered.
Hearing this, Feng Bei suddenly sat up from the bed, thought deeply for a moment, and said, "Could it... be a ghost?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this. After a moment, Feng Bei's reminder made Zheng Xiu's brain explode like a thunderbolt.
He remembered the rumors circulated among the people many years ago, saying that Zheng Haoran was on the battlefield with blood boiling and rising into the sky. The blood and flesh in the sky turned into a flesh and blood armor, making him like a ghost and a god, killing barbarians without leaving any traces of armor behind.
When I was a child, I heard this kind of saying and simply regarded it as a folk tale formed by people adding fuel to the fire. Now think about it carefully...
"Twenty years ago!"
"Could it be..."
"My father is... the third human pillar from twenty years ago?"
"You, Wei Chen, and...my dad!"
"Bastard!" Zheng Xiu punched hard and was about to collapse the bed, but Feng Bei lightly stretched out a palm and caught it halfway.
The collision of their fists caused a terrible wave of air to roar through the room. The candles were blown out, and the paper windows swayed and rustled.
Therefore, many people in the Red Prince's Mansion heard the noise and exclaimed that the Red Prince had a special talent, the noise was really loud.
Several tiles on the roof were blown away.
Snapped!
The orange cat was lying down in the nest, and a piece of tile happened to spin down and hit the orange cat on the top of its head.
A big bump quickly swelled up on the orange cat's head.
"Woooooooo..."
The orange cat got angry, stretched out its paw, and raised its hand towards the house not far away.
The meatball-shaped light group blasted out silently.
Snapped.
Rumble…
The ground was shaken.
King Chi’s dormitory collapsed.
Yue Linglong left before dawn, quietly, leaving no trace.
Qing Shisan joked that this girl is like a cat in the night, unable to see the sun.
Early the next morning, Yan Jiji came to repair the collapsed house with a toolbox in hand.
"Sir, I heard that you happened to be inside when this house collapsed...?"
Yan Jiji heard a lot of rumors along the way. When he learned that the landslide was caused by such manipulation, he couldn't help but sucked in a lot of cold air on the way. He was frightened and secretly admired him. He was worthy of being a young man and had such drive.
Zheng Xiu still doesn't know why the orange cat went berserk for no reason and bombarded his dormitory. But now that he is so speechless, why did he and Feng Bei happen to be working in there?
When the house collapses while you are doing it, who can you ask to explain it?
People from the government don’t believe it even when they come.
Helpless, Zheng Xiu could only smile bitterly and watch Yan Jiji knocking nails in the yard and starting the "Auspicious Workshop".
Within the scope of the "workshop", all "buildings" will turn into squares, which can be manipulated by Yan Jiji to be reassembled into houses.
Yan Jiji usually does not use this skill to outsiders. Watching Yan Jiji wielding a sledgehammer and knocking blocks one by one, Zheng Xiu held the cat in his arms and watched quietly. Every move of Yan Jiji was natural and natural, which was a pleasure to watch.
"Yes, sir, there is something I want to tell you."
When it was about to be completed, Yan Jiji stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said while doing the finishing work: "Do you know what 'dark iron' is?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned and shook his head: "I've never heard of it, why did Lao Yan say this?"
Yan Jiji put the sweat towel around his neck and looked around. Seeing no one around, he came to Zheng Xiu and lowered his voice: "Do you remember not long ago, the emperor asked us to make a batch of strange things? What?"
"You mean, siege engines?"
Yan Jiji nodded: "Later, the Ministry of War shipped a kind of black iron embryo and asked us to use that iron embryo to make another batch. The black iron embryo is completely different from ordinary iron ore. They are completely different things. Using a furnace It took several days and nights to melt it before it finally melted into molten iron, which almost destroyed the furnace in our workshop."
Seeing Zheng Xiu frowning, Yan Jiji added: "Old Yan, I asked a friend who worked as a errand in Ye Weiyang when he was young. He said very firmly that the iron embryo is called 'dark iron'. It is often born in the ground around ghosts, and its output is rare. Yes, the boxes used to raise cats on Weiyang's and other stars' backs were made of that stuff."
From Lao Yan's point of view, he was afraid that Zheng Xiu would be kept in the dark about this matter, so he mentioned it casually. Now that Zheng Xiu is the prince, it is natural for his properties to serve the emperor, as long as he has enough money. You can’t stop doing it! The worst thing is not to exert that much effort.
Take Yan Jiji as an example. When serving the emperor, he used blacksmithing techniques that were back to nature and never used "Jixiang Workshop".
"If you hadn't become a prince, I wouldn't have done these official jobs, no matter how much money you paid, Lao Yan! In the past, if there were these jobs, they would all be paid for life. Once the job is completed, in order to keep it confidential, the superiors will most likely keep it secret. They will kill people and silence them.”
Yan Jiji finally told a joke half-jokingly and half-seriously.
He only dared to say this kind of thing in front of Zheng Xiu, and he didn't say a word in front of other people.
Zheng Xiu pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Old Yan."
Looking at the new house, which was equivalent to a re-decoration, he wanted to say that this was it, but after thinking about it, he was not sure, so he said awkwardly: "If there is a next time, I may have to... ahem! Thank you for your hard work. It’s Uncle Yan.”
When leaving, Zheng Xiu asked Yan Jiji to bring a heavy bag of silver.
For convenience, he always keeps some real money in his house so that he can hit people easily.
Yan Jiji hummed the song and left without forgetting to sigh: "It's great to be young."
A misunderstanding was eliminated. Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and stared at the innocent orange cat in his arms. As soon as he raised his paw, the orange cat raised its chin. Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and put it down again. This time he was determined not to reward it.
"Look at the good work you did!"
The orange cat pointed to the bag on his forehead aggrievedly.
Zheng Xiu took a look at the fur on the cat's head and laughed angrily: "Thank you for telling me earlier, otherwise the swelling would have gone away!"
The orange cat became angry and slapped the newly repaired house again.
Zheng Xiu was anxious, and a storm of rewards fell down.
This time the orange cat was finally satisfied, peed on Zheng Xiu again, and ran away meowing.
After returning to his room and changing his clothes, Zheng Xiu found Feng Bei who was admiring the snow in the garden and asked about "Dark Iron".
Feng Bei thought for a while and nodded: "That's true. Although the black box is usually used to hold soul-inducing lamps, when that person was still in office, many people knew that if they met, they must take it back. It can be packed back in a black box."
"You mean 'trick'?"
"It should be."
"What is the use of dark iron?"
"That person never mentioned it at the time, but according to my guess, it was just to isolate the bad smell."
After communicating with Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu's questions were not completely answered. Even if it is used to isolate foul smell, why would the emperor use this material to make siege equipment?
You can't just break into Chang Anli, right?
This speculation seems reasonable, but it is very outrageous.
Even the former Night Lord was very jealous of Chang An and regarded him as a snake, scorpion and beast. How could Wei Yangzun do such a stupid thing now that his throne was stable.
With Gu Qiutang seeing the "Hundred Ghosts Marching" and the next full moon approaching, Zheng Xiu hesitated to find a reason to go out and meet up with Gu Qiutang to investigate the "Hundred Ghosts Marching".
But at this point, Zheng Xiu himself had not thought clearly about what he could do if he found it, and what he could do if he couldn't find it.
If there was really a ghost there, what was going on inside... would it be a vigorous battle?
Or the moment when daddy died?
If he goes in...
For a moment, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and thought of all the possibilities, all complicated and messy.
Yue Linglong's frequent visits to Prince Chi's Mansion, even though it was late at night, could not be hidden from some people's eyes.
On December 13th, the thirty-third year of Zun'an's reign, the sky was filled with thin clouds like mist, and light snow like catkins danced lightly, bringing a bit of winter cold.
After nightfall, Yue Linglong arrived as promised. She stood at the door for a while, stubbornly waiting for the Red King. Zheng Xiu knew that Yue Linglong was standing at the door and had no intention of meeting her.
Er Niang invited Yue Linglong in and presented her with a bowl of hot ginger soup. The little girl was so flattered that she stayed until midnight.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
Not long after Yue Linglong stayed overnight, a luxurious carriage came through the snow and stopped at the door of Prince Chi's Mansion.
"Xu~"
Zheng Xiu was a little surprised that the visitor was Wei Yangzun.
The coachman Huo Huo came here several times, and he was familiar with it. He was familiar with the road, knocked on the door, and then sat back in the carriage, with his legs casually draped on the horse's buttocks, and he closed his eyes and waited for the Red King.
Zheng Xiu got on the carriage. The carriage was dim. He hadn't seen him for a while. Wei Yangzun seemed to have aged a few years and his wrinkles were getting deeper. But his two piercing eyes were like two light bulbs in the dark car, which was chilling.
Wei Yangzun always liked to discuss things in front of Prince Chi's Mansion, and Zheng Xiu was used to it. This time, Zheng Xiu didn't have the royal robes to show his face. He simply wore a robe and entered lightly.
Wei Yangzun smiled: "Did you like the wife I gave you?"
"dislike."
Zheng Xiu replied without thinking.
"Oh?" Wei Yangzun glanced in the direction of Prince Chi's Mansion, half-smiling but not smiling: "Don't you like it?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head again: "I don't like it."
"Hahahaha!" Unexpectedly, Wei Yangzun not only did not blame him, but actually laughed heartily: "Okay! It's better not to look down on me, just look down on me! I really saw the right person. You seem to be charming and charming, and you have countless daughters by your side. But he is definitely not someone who only cares about his children’s personal love and does not care about the hatred of his family and country.”
Zheng Xiu was silent.
Wei Yangzun laughed happily for a while, then suddenly changed his face. One second he was smiling like an uncle, but the next second he had a stern face and said to Zheng Xiu in an unquestionable tone: "We have reached an agreement."
Zheng Xiu sighed softly, the white mist was pouring down, his heart was cold, and he calmly said: "Please tell me."
"Weddings should follow their customs."
"You need to go to the northern wasteland, cross the border, and go all the way north."
"In their custom, the daughter of the Wolf King needs to reach their holy mountain - Bagnamo Mountain to marry someone else."
"In Bagnamo Mountain, legend has it that there lives a 'Great Sky Witch' who is independent of the world."
"The daughter of the Wolf King needs the blessing of the 'Great Heavenly Witch' before she can be officially married."
In the darkness, Wei Yangzun suddenly came closer and lowered his voice: "I have two things to entrust to you. You must do it."
"First, I received the news that Bai Qiuyue is still alive. He is now in the wilderness of the North Country. Find him. I want him alive."
"Second, confirm whether the Great Heavenly Witch living in Bagmo Mountain is alive."
Zheng Xiu was surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions. He was silent for a moment, nodded, and agreed.
Phew~
The invisible pressure on his shoulders disappeared, and Wei Yangzun smiled happily.
"I have high hopes for you."
(End of chapter)
