The imperial city flourished with singing and dancing.
Every family celebrates the reunion dinner, with the high hall in the hall and children and grandchildren around their knees, enjoying themselves happily.
Deep palace, imperial study room.
Wei Yangzun stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the four words "Benevolence Rules the World" on the wall, motionless, as if deep in thought.
I don’t know how long it will take.
Wei Yangzun opened the calligraphy treasure "Benevolence Rules the World" and pressed the hidden grid on the wall.
The wall on one side rotated, revealing a secret door behind it.
Wei Yangzun walked down the stairs step by step.
The spiral staircase goes all the way down, no matter how deep or how far it is.
The oil lamps on both sides were lit, and the flickering light and shadow reflected Wei Yangzun's face into two temperaments.
One side is majestic and benevolent, while the other side is cold and cruel.
"Zhongliehou, Zhongliehou, if you hold a high position in the imperial court or play an important role in the Shenwu Army, I will have to kill you."
"But, you happen to be just a wealthy businessman."
"To move you will cause turmoil in the world, is inconsistent with public opinion, and is difficult to follow the path of a 'benevolent emperor'!"
"Hehehe..."
A strange laugh came from Wei Yangzun's mouth.
In the change of light and shadow, the cold and violent half of the face disappeared, just like an illusion.
What no one knows is that under the thousand-level ladder to heaven, there is a hollow structure that contains the universe.
Stepping out of the spiral staircase, the smell of blood and rancidity hit your face.
Here is an empty underground palace, with dragon columns as thick as five people holding each other erected as the support of the underground palace.
It is said to be a palace, but in fact this underground space seems very empty. Around the prototype hell, there are some cages hanging in the air by chains. The cages are completely black and the material is unknown. The color of dark dried blood can be faintly seen. With the dim firelight, the
The impression of the palm shape.
Countless cages were hung in the air, and someone's weak moans could be faintly heard.
One raven stood on the cage. When the emperor stepped into the place, the raven's eyes opened at the same time, as if red stars lit up, densely packed and covering the dome.
A simple narrow bridge went straight forward, spanning a spacious pool.
The pool was filled with corpses, some of which had long since rotted, and some of which had just died and looked hideous.
That pool is a tomb of the dead!
Along the only bridge, the emperor calmly crossed the Tomb of the Dead and came to the center of a square platform in the center of the entire underground palace.
The center of the platform is empty.
No.
The emperor came here and stared at the nothingness in front of him.
In the center of the platform, a palm-sized gray "mirror" floats in the air.
The "mirror" was smooth. What was strange was that when the emperor stood in front of the "mirror", there was no reflection. Instead, the phantoms of a few red flowers floated by from time to time.
If Zheng Xiu or Feng Bei were here, they would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this smooth, rootless suspended gray "object" is exactly the same as the entrance to "Eternal Darkness".
The emperor's hollow voice echoed in the underground palace.
"Who in the whole world can be the 'Emperor' except me?"
"If it is difficult to find an 'emperor' here, there is only one possibility."
"The 'Emperor' is left behind on the 'other side'!"
"It must be so!"
Wei Yangzun carefully stretched out his finger towards "Chang An", but the palm of his hand was actually shaking a bit. When he was about to touch Chang An, Wei Yangzun suddenly woke up, took a few steps back, and looked at the hand he couldn't help but stretch out to Chang An with lingering fear.
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In the end, Wei Yangzun stared at the "entrance".
Majesty, kindness, coldness, cruelty, all these disappeared from his face.
There was only one complex emotion left in Wei Yangzun's eyes.
Pure desire.
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Zheng Zhai.
Watch the New Year's Eve, full of joy.
Before the meal started, Zheng Xiu received a reply from the three princes, saying that they were grateful for the invitation from Marquis Zhonglie, but because he was busy with important matters, it was okay not to eat the meal.
Their reply probably means something like this.
"such a pity."
Zheng Xiu knew it was a pity at that time. He originally wanted to arrange for the three princes to sit at the same table with Feng Bei and let Feng Bei put some pressure on them.
As expected, the three princes did not dare to come.
Before the meal started, Zheng Xiu saw Feng Bei sitting at a table alone. Thinking of Feng Bei's past, he felt a little heartbroken for no reason, so he took the initiative to transform into a naughty young man and sit next to Feng Bei.
Fengbei picks up food for the boy.
Zheng Xiu didn't know that he had unintentionally taken away Feng Bei's "first time" and was about to swallow the braised pork in the bowl.
"Master! Master! There is someone outside asking to see you!"
Zheng Xiu silently put down the bowl.
Except for Zheng Erniang, who knew it well, everyone looked towards the latrine. Pingping immediately raised her hand and said that she would go find the master and play the piano outside to cheer up and make the master faster. When Zheng Erniang saw Zheng Xiu, she winked at her desperately,
I couldn't laugh or cry immediately, so I could only put on my sister's dignity, suppress the family members who were about to move, and ask who came to see the master.
"It's a young guy who says that the master owes him money for selling knives and he's here to ask for it tonight."
When Chef He heard this, he immediately covered his waist with the bone-cutting knife that he used very well: "I almost forgot about this!"
It turns out that this is what happened. Zheng Erniang asked someone to withdraw the money and return it.
But as soon as the family sat down, the girl who sent the money came back again: "Er Niang, Er Niang, the man said no, he said it was Mr. Zheng who owed the money, and he had to make Mr. Zheng repay the money with his own hands."
boom!
The Zheng family members were wondering how there could be such a stubborn knife seller. At this time, there was a noise from the table, and everyone turned around to see the young master slapping the table with his hand, looking shocked and angry.
"Ahem, I'm going to find my dad."
Zheng Xiu didn't explain and hurried into the main room to change his number and go online.
Ever since Jiang Gaoyi inexplicably pried his hair into the [official] door, and he also picked up Feng Bei's wool to peek into the [painter] door, he vaguely speculated that there is indeed a shortcut to get into the door - that is to find a ready-made
Zheng Xiu regarded Feng Bei as an experience pack, the Zheng family also regarded Zheng Xiu as an experience pack, and Jiang Gaoyi regarded Zheng Xiu as an experience pack.
All of this is understandable, but where is the knife seller who wants to pick up the wool of the richest man Zheng when he passes by?
no way!
After changing the number and going online, Zheng Xiu was in a hurry and blew Qing Shisan aside to whisper.
"What happened to that man?"
Qing Shisan was also astonished, and first told him about the man selling knives in front of Xiangmanlou. Zheng Xiu checked the time carefully, and it seemed that this incident happened in the previous week.
"Credit knife person?"
Qing Shisan puffed out a smoke ring: "Legend has it that there is a profession of 'credit knife dealers'. But twenty years ago, the profession of credit knife dealers was long lost. To put it bluntly, there is nothing mysterious about what the credit knife dealers do.
It's a business of 'selling divination', selling strategies and ideas, little cleverness, far from predicting the future. It's really hard to say whether that person is a real 'credit dealer'."
Seeing Zheng Xiu's unwillingness, Qing Shisan knocked the ashes on the railing and said with a smile: "Even if it's a real person who borrows knives on credit, I don't have to worry. The person who borrows knives on credit seems to be a person who borrows knives on credit. It's also a kind of luck."
', commonly known as borrowing luck. Maybe if the master is out of prison this time, if he is not lucky, it may be because he lent you some luck. Master, you paid back the money today, which is considered a return of luck, and the deal is completed. Yes.
Master, you have nothing to lose."
According to what Qing Shisan said, even if the "Credit Knife Man" really exists, he can only do mystical things and predict good and bad luck, which is not a dangerous business.
After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu asked someone to invite him in without paying back the money. He would have a meal first.
It’s not certain who gets the wool from whom.
The person who came was still the same young man. He had a black dog skin plaster on his face and his facial features were ordinary, making it difficult to make a special impression at a glance.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. When the young man was invited into Zheng's house, he looked at a loss when facing Zheng Xiu, as if it was his first time to experience such a lively scene.
He called himself "Sun Erming", and Lao He directly pulled him to sit at his table and repeatedly said that this knife was really good, not inferior to Zheng's skillful workmanship, and contained charm and so on.
When Lao He held back the knife-selling grandson, Zheng Xiu said a few opening words and ate a few mouthfuls. He looked back and saw that Feng Bei seemed to be getting up to look for him, but he was so frightened that he hurried back to the cell to change his cell number.
After switching to the small one Zheng E, the braised pork in Zheng Xiu's bowl cooled down a bit. Feng Bei silently took it away and replaced it with another hot piece. He said softly: "That piece is cold and doesn't taste good. Eat this piece."
Zheng Xiu didn't succeed the first time, but Feng Bei refused and gave it a second time.
Zheng Erniang watched helplessly as Zheng Xiu acted as "master" and "young master" for a while, with horses and horses coming out. She was dumbfounded and thought that what the master likes is really difficult for ordinary people to understand. In desperation, she could only sit down.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei's table, Zhi Zhi, the four sharp-eyed people soon sat together, adding a lively atmosphere to Feng Bei's table.