In the ancestral hall.
The bronze cauldron is full of incense, with incense curling up and smoke filling the air.
Zheng Xiu put three sticks of incense on the incense burner.
"Ancestors of the Zheng family, please protect Zheng Xiu, the only child of the Zheng family, so that we can overcome this difficulty."
What was originally a peaceful ancestor worship ceremony turned into asking the ancestors for help because Zheng Xiu suddenly went "crazy" last night. Chuntao looked longingly at the names of Zheng's martyrs on the memorial tablets, muttering something in her mouth.
Why am I in trouble?
Zheng Xiu pouted and tugged on Chuntao's sleeve: "Mom, what's going on with the wordless monument?"
Chuntao rolled her eyes at Zheng Xiu and did not answer. Her eyes seemed to be blaming Zheng Xiu for being disrespectful to his ancestors.
Zheng Xiu understood and sighed in his heart, Mom, you don't know something. When you two were hanging up there, I always respected you.
"Yue'er, come on, kneel down."
Chuntao ignored Zheng Xiu.
She led the newlywed little she-wolf Yue Linglong to the front of the ancestors of the Zheng family.
Before Yue Linglong put up the incense, Chuntao suddenly remembered something: "Slow down!"
Yue Linglong: "?"
Zheng Xiu: "?"
"Wait a minute, let your father come." Chuntao blinked: "Don't mind, Yue'er. After all, you are from the Northern Barbarians. Most of the ancestors above have no dealings with the Northern Barbarians. I'm afraid my mother won't be able to suppress her. Let dad come."
Yue Linglong: "..."
Zheng Xiu: "..."
After thinking about it, my mother made sense.
As the saying goes, three views follow experience. Zheng Xiu has experienced so many strange things that he does not even doubt that one day his ancestors will be "resurrected" one after another and come out to curse.
Everything is possible.
Zheng Xiu looked eagerly outside the ancestral hall, waiting for his father to appear.
Strictly speaking, he and his father Tianren were separated for twenty-three years. He suddenly came back to life. Zheng Xiu was a little uncomfortable for a while and didn't know how to deal with it.
Huh?
At this time, the bored Zheng Xiu was thinking chaotically, and somehow he remembered the shocking scene when he lifted the quilt last night.
Zheng Xiu was shocked and looked behind Yue Linglong in surprise.
The newlywed young wife seemed to be aware of her husband's "fiery" gaze, her face turned red, and she twisted her body uncomfortably. She raised her head and glanced at her husband quietly, only to see her husband's eyes looking straight behind her. She quickly lowered her head again.
At this time, there was movement outside the ancestral hall. Zheng Xiu looked away with a complicated expression, only to see a gray-haired old man staggering into the ancestral hall with the help of a maid.
The moment he saw the "old man", three words suddenly appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind - "impossible". The old man has white hair, a haggard face, and sunken eye sockets. He is wearing a white gown. With his clothes open, Zheng Xiu could vaguely see the hideous scars left on the old man's bony chest.
At first glance, Zheng Xiu watched the dying old man walk in. Looking at the face with facial features that were somewhat similar to his own, Zheng Xiu's first reaction was "Zheng Baimei", which was indeed a bit similar. He even thought that his grandfather had crawled out of the grave during the shift of the world line - until Chuntao ran up to support the old man and said distressedly: "You are weak, why don't you wear more clothes when you go out?"
This old man is Zheng Haoran!
what happened?
Has it been hollowed out?
Zheng Xiu watched in surprise as his parents entered the ancestral hall again.
Zheng Haoran's cloudy eyes swept across Zheng Xiu's face indifferently, and when they finally landed on Yue Linglong's face, he concentrated for a moment, and finally a smile appeared on his dry and chapped lips: "Okay, okay, okay."
He said "good" three times and said nothing more.
"father."
Zheng Xiu didn't know what happened to Zheng Haoran. He couldn't imagine that his almost invincible figure on the battlefield of the Northern Barbarians twenty years ago had now become this sickly appearance. His nose felt sour, but he still stepped forward. After twenty years, he saw his biological father again, but the scene when the father and son met was not as warm and harmonious as he imagined. Zheng Haoran nodded without saying anything, and accepted Zuoyue Linglong completed the ancestor worship ceremony.
One kowtow, two bows and three incense offerings complete the ancestor worship.
"Take the Four Treasures of the Study! Cough cough cough——"
After finishing all this, Zheng Haoran's face became a little more angry, and he coughed several times after saying a word.
In ordinary families, wives and concubines are not eligible to be included in the family tree. But that doesn't seem to be the case in the Zheng family. Zheng Xiu had seen Chuntao's name when he was looking through the family tree before, so he wasn't too surprised by this.
"go."
Seeing Zheng Xiu standing motionless, Chuntao cursed secretly that her son seemed to be really sick and pushed her silly son. Zheng Xiu turned around and looked at Chuntao in confusion, and Chuntao said that according to the rules, it was my son who wrote the genealogy and his son Yan Mo.
Zheng Xiu muttered in his heart, you guys died early and didn't teach you these things. But it passed honestly.
Taking down the genealogy hanging on the ancestral hall, Zheng Xiu was polishing the ink aside, and Zheng Haoran opened the genealogy file to the bottom.
"Huh?"
Zheng Xiu saw his name. This is not surprising. The strange thing is that next to his name, before Zheng Haoran wrote this time, the word "Zheng" was written in the place of "primary wife", with a little ink at the back, but no further writing. It felt to Zheng Xiu that the person who wrote the word Zheng stopped for some reason when he wanted to write the subsequent surname. He could not continue writing and gave up.
Zheng Haoran wrote a stroke aside, and on the other side of the character Zheng, a wife, and wrote the words "Zheng Yueshi Linglong".
Chuntao looked at the coffin carefully and muttered with her eyes closed.
When Zheng Xiu got closer, he heard clearly what the old lady was saying was, "Don't blame the ancestors. Northern barbarian women are good at giving birth, and they will definitely add more incense to the Zheng family." It seems that Chuntao is really afraid that the ancestors will be angry with Zheng Xiu. The family intermarried with the Northern Barbarian clan.
A group of people walked out of the ancestral hall.
Zheng Haoran came to Zheng Xiu.
"Dad, your body..."
Zheng Xiu wanted to speak but stopped.
Zheng Haoran shook his head and coughed twice. He slowly raised his hand.
Zheng Xiu moved his fist and almost hit him with a hammer.
Zheng Haoran did not raise his fist, but patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder: "Be nice to her."
Zheng Xiu probably knew the agreement between Zheng Haoran and the Wolf King and nodded. He originally had many questions in his mind, but Chuntao quickly said: "It's windy outside, you, go back to the house to rest, and take good care of yourself is the main business."
With that said, she half pushed and half arched, and asked the maid to take the master back to his room.
It wasn't until he watched Zheng Haoran drift away that Zheng Xiu couldn't help but ask: "Mom, dad's body..."
"Don't ask." A hint of sadness flashed across Chuntao's eyebrows, and she blinked to cover it up. She suddenly remembered something and slapped her hand: "Quick! Invite all the best doctors in the city, no, all the famous doctors. Come to the house and give the young master a diagnosis!"
Poor parents in the world, Zheng Haoran is like this, but Chuntao is still thinking about Zheng Xiu's "illness". Zheng Xiu was quite emotional and secretly vowed not to worry his parents again before he understood the situation. He straightened his back, cheered up, waved his hands calmly, and thought of a reasonable reason: "Mom, no need. I worked too hard last night, was in a trance, and said crazy things. Today, after a night's rest, I feel energetic and energetic, as if I have endless strength, and I don't need to bother calling a doctor!"
"Are you sure?" Chuntao narrowed her left eye in disbelief.
"Yue'er, let's go back to the room."
Saying that, Zheng Xiu deliberately lifted up his sleeves in a funny manner, squeezed his well-developed biceps in front of Chuntao, and then pulled the blushing Yue Linglong back to the room in three steps, two steps at a time, as if he was in a hurry to make a baby.
"Wait a minute, Xiu'er! In broad daylight—"
Chuntao's anxious and expectant shouts came from behind.
…
boom!
The door is closed.
Yue Linglong's white hands twisted the corners of her skirt uneasily.
She tilted her head and looked at the sheets.
She folded the quilt early in the morning.
I didn't have time to change the sheets.
There is also a big hole cut out on top.
"Husband..."
Yue Linglong's eyes were open vaguely, filled with mist, and she said weakly: "How about waiting until dark?"
Zheng Xiu stepped forward, said something nice, and took off Yue Linglong's clothes, leaving only her bellyband.
Today's bellyband is light green, quite fresh and elegant, with a different flavor.
Yue Linglong was so embarrassed that she was about to get into bed, but Zheng Xiu lifted her up and turned around.
Zheng Xiu didn't see it clearly last night. When he was at the ancestral hall this morning, Zheng Xiu thought about it and realized something was wrong.
Now when he took a closer look, Zheng Xiu discovered a problem.
Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he reached out and touched Yue Linglong's back in disbelief. He suspected that there was fake leather on it.
"hot!"
Zheng Xiu was even more shocked.
Yue Linglong initially thought that her husband wanted to spend the day and night, but unexpectedly, her husband was acting strangely at this moment, and it didn't look like he was going to do anything at all. The turbulence in my heart calmed down a bit, and my face showed doubts: "Husband."
No, none of it is right.
All hell breaks loose.
Yue Linglong is clearly a [Corpse Sewer] stranger. There was a mark of the stranger on her back. Her body was cold. She obviously couldn't bask in the sun. Now, everything has changed.
Yue Linglong's back was smooth and white, with no marks. Her body was warm and she could bathe in the sun freely. She now lived like a normal person.
She is not a stranger!
Zheng Xiu thought about it and wanted to enter the mental prison, but found that the usually smooth passage to the mental prison was obscure and blocked, and he could not enter. Try again! Zheng Xiu rushed out of the room and left his dumbfounded wife in the room. After turning a few corridors, Zheng Xiu grabbed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the strange maid, and quickly ran back to the room.
Zheng Xiu's movements were as fast as the wind, and Yue Linglong didn't even react to put on her clothes.
Under Yue Linglong's strange gaze, Zheng Xiu bit his finger, mixed ink, spread out the white paper, thought for a while, and drew a pool of water on the white paper.
As soon as his mind moved, the deep pool on the white paper suddenly moved and shimmered. Zheng Xiu stood up and brought his face closer, and the deep pool reflected the reflection of Zheng Xiu's face.
[Painter] The door is still there!
Thaumatology is still there!
"call!"
Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
But,
Zheng Xiu remembered the scene in the [Ancient Battlefield] where he was finally bound by the chains of the void among the ghosts.
A sense of dissonance came over me.
"Husband?"
Yue Linglong, who had been silently watching her husband go crazy from beginning to end, stood up and gently hugged Zheng Xiu from behind: "Are you... too tired?"
"I have something to ask you."
Zheng Xiu looked at Yue Linglong's white body and put on her long skirt.
"Where is the Wolf King now?"
"Is there a great celestial witch in your clan?"
"What is the relationship between the Northern Barbarians and Daqian now?"
"Did you suffer from a serious illness when you were a child, and your father went to Bagnamo Mountain to seek help from the Great Heavenly Witch to obtain the elixir?"
Zheng Xiu asked questions one after another. Yue Linglong was stunned at first, not knowing why Lord Dao asked these questions.
But she still answered one by one.
Zheng Xiu listened to Yue Linglong's answer, and the more he listened, the more something was wrong.
"I'm going out!"
Zheng Xiu rushed out of Zheng's house in a rage, leaving his newlywed wife, who looked confused, alone in the empty boudoir.
The weather in the Imperial City is very sunny today.
Pedestrians are bustling outside, and it looks like a beautiful place where people live and work in peace and contentment.
Street vendors shouted enthusiastically.
All properties related to the Zheng family have other plaques hung on them.
There are no ravens in the sky.
There are no strange men in black running around on the roof to tell stories.
In the small courtyard that used to be Qing Shisan's home, a strange old man lived there. He knocked on the door and entered. He said that he had never heard of Qing Shisan.
Once at Pei Gaoya's home, Zheng Xiu knocked on the door and saw Pei Gaoya's "ex-wife" - yes, she was the ex-wife, and the woman was still the same woman, but the woman's man had changed to a skinny one, who looked like she was overindulging in sex. look like.
With an expressionless face, Zheng Xiu walked through the streets and found Ji Hongou's home.
The closed door was covered with dust, and the courtyard was deserted. It was obvious that no one had visited it for a long time. After asking the neighbors, the enthusiastic neighbors seemed to know Zheng Xiu. He was a well-known figure in the city - Zheng Haoran's son, Major General Zheng Xiu. Who didn't know him? Neighbors told Zheng Xiu that a sick man once lived here. Before he could die of illness a year ago, thieves broke into the house and hacked him to death. The real murderer has not yet been found.
Zheng Xiu left expressionlessly.
He entered the tea house, found a secluded corner, ordered a pot of hot tea, three or two small plates, and listened to the storyteller all day long.
Returning to Zheng's house in the evening, Zheng Haoran took the decoction early and fell asleep.
Zheng Xiu hugged Yue Linglong and slept all night, unable to sleep all night.
I stayed in the tea house for three days.
The storyteller is eloquent and talks endlessly about the past and the present.
On the fourth day, Zheng Xiu came to the study that once was the great writer Ximen Bei.
That place is now a tofu shop.
A beautiful widow is grinding tofu.
Let’s go back to the place where the Miracle Doctor’s Clinic once stood. The clinic is still there, but the old doctor sitting in the clinic picking up medicine is not the old miracle doctor Situ Yong who “inserts six knives into the back and goes to heaven and earth to heal.” Looking at the doctor in the clinic, Situ Yong Scar Laoliu, who was busy in and out of business, had a scar on his eye, and was once the jailer of the Heavenly Prison. Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded.
"Eh? Isn't this General Zheng? I heard that you didn't get married a few days ago and now you are visiting your humble residence... I see!" Scar Laoliu looked upright and politely held his hands in his hands. He carefully looked at Zheng Xiu's ugly face. His face showed surprise, but he hesitated to speak, and said vaguely: "I understand! It seems that the young general has something to hide, so it's okay! There is a 30-year-old Shaoyang ginseng hidden in my medical clinic. It has the miraculous effect of replenishing qi and nourishing the kidneys. It can definitely help Let the major general return to his youth overnight..."
Boom!
With a dark face, Zheng Xiu punched the elegant Scar Laoliu away and slammed the door.
Scar Laoliu covered his eyes and stared blankly at the figure of the young general leaving domineeringly. He cried: "If you don't want to eat, you won't eat. Why are you beating people!"
…
Half an hour later.
Zheng Xiu appeared on the roof of Xiangmanlou.
The six-story attic is about seven feet high, allowing him to overlook the whole city from a high position.
A strange sky, a strange city, and a group of strange people living there.
History has changed.
Zheng Xiu understood one thing after several days of inquiring.
Today is no longer the year of Zun'an.
Wei Yangzun passed away a year ago, and the crown prince, who was still a baby at that time, ascended the throne. The eldest princess listened to the affairs behind the curtain and assisted in state affairs.
Daqian and Beiman have completely reconciled since Zheng Haoran returned twenty years later. In the past twenty years, the Daqian and the Northern Barbarians have been striving for peace, establishing trade routes, and exchanging supplies. The marriage was finalized a long time ago.
The two parties involved in the marriage were Yue Linglong, the daughter of the Wolf King, and Zheng Xiu, the son of Zheng Haoran. This pairing was a match made in heaven. It attracted everyone's attention. It was a natural fit and no one objected.
When the two truly unite, it means the establishment of decades-long peace between Daqian and the Northern Barbarians.
The world is at peace!
No more war!
In addition to the above changes, Zheng Xiu also vaguely noticed something incredible but extremely possible.
This world... there is no candle!
It's like the candle never existed!
Without Ye Weiyang, Yue Linglong did not become a stranger because of the Great Heavenly Witch!
Everything has changed!
Zheng Xiu sat on the top of the attic and laughed.
At this time.
A dirty orange cat was walking through the busy city. It raised its head, looked at the lonely figure in the attic, lowered its head and licked its paws.
