Chu Susu expressed her meaning clearly and clearly.
Zheng Xiu understood.
Chu Susu couldn't figure out why Zheng Xiu insisted on heading north.
The north is Ye Weiyang's base camp, and continuing to go north is tantamount to making the entire Ye Weiyang an enemy.
Her suggestion was to give up going north and turn west, heading for the desert.
Chu Susu thought she had expressed enough sincerity.
She even revealed the location of the incomplete building without the permission of the building owner.
"The slave family hopes that Brother Zheng will consider this proposal. Once the stranger Feng Bei falls into Ye Weiyang's hands, the consequences will be disastrous."
Zheng Xiu asked: "Do you really don't know why Ye Weiyang wants to attack Feng Bei?"
Hearing this, Chu Susu was silent for a moment and said: "The Nu family only knows that the stranger Feng Bei is closely related to Ye Weiyang's lifelong ambition."
The "catch and hide" movement inside was so loud and noisy that the night guards all changed their expressions.
"What kind of evil method is Master practicing!"
Ruchen scratched his bald head in confusion, puzzled.
Ravens hover over the imperial city, which is a unique scenery of Daqian Capital City.
She hesitated to find an appropriate word to describe "Zheng Xiu's voice" that Lily was imitating.
Ximen said sadly to the door.
"Ahem! I think there's something else interesting..."
"Once they find out and we go to the rooftop to ask, we tell them that there's a case nearby and we're here to investigate!"
…
There are rewards for catching and hiding.
…
Although he didn't understand the relationship between men and women, Ruchen vaguely felt that there was a story between this strong man and this beautiful woman.
Zheng Erniang sighed: "...that's all we can do."
"Shhh! Stop talking! Keep an eye on it, the superiors asked us to keep an eye on every move of the Zheng family! No matter who comes in or out of the Zheng family, they must be reported!"
Seeing that the visitor didn't seem to be joking, the smile on Ximen Bei's face faded and became a little heavier.
As for why the eldest prince invited Ximen Bei to a banquet, the reason is clear.
Even though the Imperial City is still chilly in February, you can look up and see the clear sky and the vague buds sprouting on the bare trees, as if spring is hidden under the depths of winter, making people full of expectations for the coming spring.
In an elegant little pavilion in the east of the city, a middle-aged scholar with sparse hair, a mustache, and a navy fur-collared coat warmed a pot of hot wine and sat in the courtyard, writing and meditating. Haven't come down for a long time.
Qing Shisan knew that the master admired this great writer.
"Xi Mou refuses to receive guests today!"
"Zheng Xiu" started to lift it from the lower jaw, lifting up a thin piece of human skin.
A figure crossed the high wall and landed in the courtyard. A handsome young man, wearing a white robe, stood in front of Ximen Bei with his hands bowed and a smile on his face.
"Remember! We are only responsible for keeping track, and we must not break into the Zheng family without permission, so as not to misunderstand the people of the 'Brotherhood'!"
"Who knows? It's been more than ten days, and no one can bear to keep staring at me!"
Zheng Xiu's skin was all shriveled, and he had lost a lot of weight compared to ten days ago. Black bulging blood vessels, like thorns, covered his body, and his face could not hide its paleness even under the firelight. , his eye sockets were sunken, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time.
"By the way, why do the superiors want us to keep an eye on the Zheng family again?"
"No way! It must be the great emperor's good fortune that makes the crows no longer dare to touch the great work, and scare them all away!"
It's even less reassuring.
Lily said helplessly: "There is no way. Brother Thirteen said that we should pretend to be more realistic. We must not let outsiders notice anything strange about the Zheng family."
At night.
Ever since the great writer Ximen Bei received financial support from the Zheng family, his talents have been flowing, his inspiration has burst out, he is as productive as a sow, he has written several popular books day and night without stopping.
Regardless of Zheng Xiu's instructions in advance, it would be difficult for them to associate the current horrific scene with "the plan".
Zheng Erniang glanced at the vase in the corner.
"Yeah! I'm so hated!"
The four girls glanced at each other.
The aroma of wine filled the courtyard, and the middle-aged scholar remained motionless.
…
But after much thought, she couldn't think of any other appropriate word besides "Meng Lang".
Hearing this, Chu Susu nodded slightly.
But his expression could not hide his disappointment.
She knew that Zheng Xiu’s secret was hidden there.
The night guards who were responsible for monitoring the Zheng family had no expression on their faces, but they were making gestures secretly.
Zheng Xiu sat cross-legged deep in the dungeon.
His words are extraordinarily unrestrained and make people think endlessly.
Chu Susu nodded and lowered her eyebrows, trying hard not to let Zheng Xiu see the hatred hidden in her eyes, and laughed softly: "Brother Zheng, you don't want to know what Ye Weiyang did to us back then, even if Brother Zheng beat the Nu family to death
, I don’t want to recall those years that were like living in hell.”
The reward is "Master, you can do whatever you want."
The master rewarded the great writer a lot.
Although there are different opinions among the people about the "crow migration", most people are more worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation. If the crows can't leave or come, just talk about it. It can't fill their stomachs, let alone turn into money. Ten days later, about the "crow migration"
"This incident was replaced by another more interesting rumor and became the talk of the common people after dinner.
"Tsk! What a boring riddle." Ximen sneered sadly: "Promise. But can your young master make Xi Mou ask for a high price?"
"Who is your young master?"
But the fourth daughter said that she is not a member of the family and is not suitable to pry into the master's secrets. This is also for the sake of the second mother.
"Don't worry, second mother. The more Lily pretends to be like this, the more people will believe that the master is drunk in the flowers and playing with the world all day long. If you pretend to be the master and study poetry and books in the garden all day long, who will come and take a look?
Everyone knows it’s fake.”
They lit the oil pipes, and the oil lamps illuminated the dungeon brightly.
Ruchen quickly stood up and packed his luggage.
Ximen Bei looked at the other party's white palm and couldn't help but sneer: "Xi Mou has no enmity with you, why do you treat Xi Mou as a fool?"
"become!"
If you are poor, this door will definitely open. Who will have trouble with money?
The other party obviously has no intention of leaving.
But a few days ago, the rewards from the Zheng family were enough. It was enough for Ximen Bei to live in such an elegant and quiet courtyard, enough for him to live without worry about food and clothing for five years, and enough for him to marry several more beautiful wives and concubines. Now Ximen Bei values money.
Like dirt, he has no interest in money and only concentrates on writing books.
The handsome man took a few steps forward and stretched out his palm in front of Ximen Bei. His palm was empty.
"Okay, little monk knows."
Chu Susu shook her head vigorously and smiled bitterly: "Brother Zheng, do you think that the Nu family is hiding it? How can such a huge secret be known to a small person in the Nu family?"
A man and four women hugged each other with blushing faces and entered the back of the room in a wave of excitement.
"Zheng Xiu" grabbed a girl and without saying a word, gave her a "pop" on the face, her lips were wet and glistening under the moonlight.
"Master! Bobo is over there!"
Figures dressed in black were dormant and silent on the rooftops of the surrounding neighbors.
"Excuse me, who is here? Does he have an eye disease and didn't see the writing on the door?"
Underneath the skin, there is clearly the delicate and mature face of Zheng Erniang.
The moonlight is pleasant.
These ten days have come.
Imperial City.
Just when Ximen Bei was about to put pen to paper and draft the manuscript, there was a knock on the door.
"yes!"
"Let's go see Master."
"Hehe! Master didn't catch me!"
They held their breath and focused on the activities of the Zheng family secretly.
"Zheng Xiu" covered his eyes with a piece of pink silk and was playing a game called "hide and seek" with four women with different characteristics in the courtyard.
If the master walks out of the room with such a haggard posture, he will definitely leave behind even more outrageous rumors, saying that the noble Zhonglie Marquis and the son of the Zheng family were squeezed dry by four vixens.
As the saying goes, people have a lot of right and wrong when they become famous. He didn't realize it before he became famous, but now that he has become famous, he can finally deeply understand the troubles involved, which makes him love and hate him at the same time.
At this moment, Zheng Xiu, in the eyes of the four girls, definitely does not fall into the "normal" range.
Pingping wondered: "What disease?"
When we reach a fork in the road.
Throwing the thick copy into the stove and burning it to ashes, Qing Shisan leaned against the doorpost, smoking a dry cigarette in silence, listening to the laughter of women and men coming from the courtyard across two walls.
Zhizhi said bitterly: "Master must be sick! That Thirteenth Brother knew it very well, but didn't say anything!"
As soon as the door was locked, the expressions of the four women suddenly changed, full of worry.
When Pingping saw her second mother lying on the bed, she skillfully twisted the vase, opened the secret door, and entered the secret dungeon one after another.
A man and four women played in the courtyard for a full hour before they returned to the main room out of breath and closed the door tightly.
Many people secretly expressed strange thoughts.
After almost resting, Zheng Xiu woke up Monk Ruchen.
The latter rubbed his eyes drowsily: "Is it dawn?"
"It's getting late, let's continue on the road."
However, since more than ten days ago, the number of ravens in the imperial city has mysteriously decreased by 90%, which made the people stunned and secretly wondering.
suddenly.
The great writer became popular because of this.
The second mother was speechless when she heard this. She always felt that it was not good to speak of the master like this, but she could not refute it for the moment.
"My young master's surname is Wei."
…
Erniang undressed and lay down on the bed that belonged to Zheng Xiu. She smelled the faint manly scent on the quilt, put down the gauze curtain, and closed her eyes.
"Master, Zhizhi is over here!"
It is a poignant story about the richest man in the Zheng family, Zheng Xiu, and Zheng Houye, who met a Jiangnan woman, Xia Yuhe, ten years ago.
Although he said this, the four girls had no time to think about this joke at the moment.
It was spring, the season when everything comes to life.
"There's black and dirty stuff coming out of the master's body again."
"It's difficult!"
Ximen Bei closed his eyes and shook his head, thinking about the two male and female protagonists' expressions of affection, panting and heartbeat when they met.
After extinguishing the fire and burying it, the three of them remounted their horses and continued walking along the mountain road in the dark.
It's nothing more than using the great writer's influence in the literary world to let him write some touching essays about the eldest prince.
"It's time to go."
When did it happen?
Soon "Marquis Zheng" caught a tall, slender girl playing the flute, with cold and arrogant features, who wanted to refuse but then welcomed her, and took her into his arms.
In Master Zheng's room.
Pictures were automatically generated in Ximen Bei's mind.
The first day of February.
The visitor stretched out his palm in front of Ximen Bei. Under Ximen Bei's surprised eyes, the visitor slowly straightened his pen-holding hand and motioned for Ximen Bei to write on his hand.
"This guy named Zheng really knows how to play..."
In the courtyard.
"My young master heard that Mr. Ximen Bei is very knowledgeable and talented, so he specially sent me a small gift, hoping that Mr. Ximen would appreciate it."
Jing Xuemei, who had been kissed by "Second Mother", has now regained her composure. She gently wiped the expensive makeup on her face with a silk scarf and said calmly: "It's just right. The master is now in a weird 'situation'.
But Thirteenth Brother said that the master left an order ten days ago, telling us not to panic. Everything is according to the master's plan. Let us just wait and see what happens and just stick to the Zheng family. Erniang, please continue to let the master take care of the business.
It’s not too big, let’s just pretend for a few more days and see what happens next.”
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath, then laughed and said, "Continue heading north."
The secret door opened and closed silently, and the four women locked it on the other side.
He is a man of letters and writes stories.
Chu Susu stopped and asked pointedly: "Brother Zheng, should we continue heading north, or... take another way?"
The visitor smiled and shook his head: "My young master's small gift cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But as long as Mr. Ximen opens his mouth, this small gift will appear in front of Mr. Ximen. Sir, what is this small gift?"
"
After closing, it's another story.
There are rumors spread by word of mouth among the people in the market.
Divide the words into several parts.
Ruchen looked at the two of them curiously, his brows twitching.
"It turns out that the life of the rich is so plain and simple! There is no fun at all!"
They are Ye Weiyang's night guards.
"Oh, you are not young." Zheng Xiu looked at Chu Susu meaningfully and said. At the end of the sentence, Zheng Xiu saw Chu Susu was stunned for a moment, then turned red and spat lightly, then realized that his words were slightly ambiguous, and added
He said: "The implication of Zheng's words is that as one of the ten leaders of the incomplete building, even you don't know the inside story. Zheng is very curious as to what is the reason that makes you and Ye Weiyang an enemy."
He even accumulated the favor of a group of famous ladies and princesses. Every day, some people gave him gold, silver and jewelry on the grounds that "he deserves this reward for his wonderful penmanship" and suggested that Ximen Bei should write faster.
“It’s so poetic and picturesque, everything can’t be expressed in words!”
"Master, don't..."
"Come on, Master, come after me!"
Bobo pushed Master Zheng away.
It was a sad and sad story.
The common people only thought that the ravens were nesting in the city and did not know the existence of "Ye Weiyang" at all.
Ximen Bei, who didn't want to pay attention, listened to the rhythmic knocking on the door.
Zheng Erniang pointed at Lily angrily and scolded: "Lily! How can you make the master's 'voice' sound... sound... so... so..."
He has been sitting there for more than ten days.
"What ambition?"
Ximen Bei heard a piece of gossip recently.
Pingping winked at Er Niang and said, half jokingly and half seriously: "Master, it's time for you to go to bed."
"Hey hey hey! I caught you! Is this scent like Bobo?"
Ximen Bei saw that the other party's sleeves were empty. Where did the gift come from? His face suddenly darkened. But then he thought about how the other party had climbed over the wall and entered in broad daylight. He must have something to rely on. Thinking of this, Ximen Bei suppressed his anger and handed over his hand.
He returned the gift and said calmly: "I am a mediocre scholar. Writing down a few things from my heart is not worthy of praise! Now that you have seen me, there is no need for a small gift. Please come back!"
Ximen Bei was stunned. He had clearly hung a sign at the door - "No Visitors Today".
"Twenty-eight years of beauty, green lotus paper umbrella."
The detailed copy of "Ximen Bei was invited to the mansion by the eldest prince to narrate the story" came into Qing Shisan's hands in a thick stack.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ximen hasn't accepted the small gift from my young master, so I don't dare to leave."
Outside the Zheng family.
"The closer March 3 is, the undercurrent in the city is surging."
"The drizzle is hazy, Jinghu Yating."
"Prosperity, wealth, high positions, gold, silver and jewels, as long as Mr. Ximen Bei can do one thing for my young master, I can write down my request on the slave's hand, and one day he will definitely fulfill it."
He is Mr. Ximen Bei, who is now famous all over the north, and some people privately call him "Ximen Literary Sage".
"You don't know something. March 3rd is the ancestor worship ceremony of the Wei family. God couldn't stand the black crows in the city and drove them away!"
Visitors smile more and more.
He pointed with a smile.
"A disease called 'Fengbei'!"
"..."
The four girls came closer and took a look, then quickly went out and ordered someone to boil a bucket of hot water and wipe the master's body.
"It's been thirteen whole days and I haven't had a single drop of water!"
"Master, master, please don't let anything happen to you!"