Just as Jing Xuemei served the tea, she was so startled by Master Zheng's words that the small tray fell to the ground.
There was sudden silence in the main hall.
Qing Shisan smiled awkwardly but politely: "Master, you really don't know how to tell jokes."
It turned out to be a joke!
Everyone felt relieved instantly.
Feng Bei raised his eyes with complicated eyes: "You agreed?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head somewhat depressedly: "Not yet."
Ji Hongou listened to the conversation between "Madam" and "Master" and thought about something else. She stared at her eyes and said, "Wait a minute, Master, are you kidding?"
Zheng Xiu sighed: "I'm not kidding."
Qing Shisan's expression darkened, and the smile on his face instantly faded. He smoked a dry cigarette silently without speaking. For a moment, smoke filled the air around him, almost drowning his figure, making him look looming and mysterious.
Several people in the hall were worried, but the monk didn't figure out the key. He rubbed his bald head and wondered: "Isn't this a good thing?"
Zheng Xiu lay on his back on the Taishi chair, crossed his hands, and closed his eyes: "It's a good thing...a great thing that many people ask for but never get."
At the end, Zheng Xiu paused for a moment, pretended to smile relaxedly, and waved his hands to everyone: "Everyone, go to bed. I'll take a rest."
Qing Shisan knocked on the cigarette ashes at the door and laughed hoarsely: "Then... take care of yourself, sir."
Then the four maids retreated one after another.
Zheng Xiu lay down until night.
When it was time for dinner, Zheng Erniang wanted to come over and call Zheng Xiu to eat, but when she saw Feng Bei standing silently and Zheng Xiu with his eyes closed and sleeping in the hall, she realized that something was wrong in the atmosphere, sighed softly and left.
Zheng Xiu left some food.
Wow.
At the zenith of the moon, a dark cloud came and it rained heavily.
Ding dong ding dong.
Listening to the heavy raindrops hitting the roof tiles, there was a crisp sound. Feng Bei came behind Zheng Xiu at some point, and gently rubbed Zheng Xiu's temples with her skillful hands. Her hands destroyed whoever they touched, but it happened to be in the painting
She has practiced massaging skills for ten years, but now that she has returned to reality, she can only use it on Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu let out a comfortable moan.
Feng Bei first rubbed Zheng Xiu's temples, pinched and moved downwards, first on his neck, and finally on his shoulders.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Zheng Xiu's breathing became slower and slower.
Feng Bei couldn't help but stop his massaging hand and patted Zheng Xiu, a little annoyed: "Are you asleep?"
"without."
Zheng Xiu didn't open his eyes: "I enjoy it."
He was talking about massage.
Hearing this, Feng Bei smiled slightly: "It seems that you are not upset by this."
Zheng Xiu showed a smile: "Upset? Not that much." As he said that, Zheng Xiu sighed softly: "One wave is not over, and another wave is rising. In the end, no matter what Zhu's purpose is, he has managed the business for the past twenty years.
You have indeed done a lot of good things in Ye Weiyang. You have been in Ye Weiyang, so you should know very well that without you in these years, how many people would have died in inexplicable disasters."
Feng Bei thought for a moment and did not deny this.
Take the incident at the Fairy Aunt Temple in Danglang Mountain, for example. The mantis fairy who worshiped Danglang Immortal in the Xiangu Temple harmed countless people. In the end, if Feng Bei hadn’t personally taken action and kicked the Xiangu Temple down in one fell swoop, how many people would have been killed.
Take away the soul of a person, or be buried in the belly of a worm.
"The existence of Ye Weiyang cannot be judged simply as good or bad." Zheng Xiu sighed: "If it weren't for Ye Weiyang and you took action, if it weren't for the 'Suppressing Spirit Man', I would have no clue about Er Niang's thaumaturgy.
It’s incomprehensible.”
Although Feng Bei hates Ye Weiyang now, she has been in Ye Weiyang these years, traveling around and doing a lot of things. She did not deny Zheng Xiu's words.
Zheng Xiu continued to mutter to himself, even if Feng Bei didn't express his opinion, Zheng Xiu was willing to tell Feng Bei.
A serious person would not write down his inner thoughts in a diary, but he would tell the person next to him, and he should not keep it all to himself.
Men, holding in some things too much can make you sick.
As soon as the words changed, Zheng Xiu sighed again: "It's really tiring to talk to the emperor. You have to think about every word he says. You have to think about it over and over again, and there is no nonsense. He told me not to be formal, so I have to
Grasp the restraints."
"He said many times how kind he has been to our Zheng family, both overtly and covertly, over the years. The implication is, don't forget to be grateful."
"He even secretly made a promise to make me the second Night Lord, and he did not hesitate to make an exception and let me, who is not of the Wei family's blood, be the 'Prince Zheng'... That is the prince! If nothing else, he is the prime minister of the dynasty. I want to
If you want to see me, you have to wait respectfully in front of my house! Hey! If you think about it carefully, this is a great honor, honoring your ancestors!"
Zheng Xiu sneered: "But he clearly knows that I have no desire for power, so he made such a promise to me. He said that someone must do it for him. Someone must do it for him."
Feng Bei, who was massaging Zheng Xiu's shoulders, suddenly stiffened. His tied ponytail floated in the wind, and he lowered his voice and roared angrily like a wounded beast: "He actually used me to threaten you!"
Zheng Xiu immediately whistled a few times, and the whistle was mellow. The brothers on duty near the main hall immediately understood, laughed, and stayed away from the place tacitly. Zheng Xiu stood up suddenly and hugged Feng Bei, opened his mouth and gently bit Feng Bei's earlobe, and scraped
Scratched.
——Fengbei’s weakness.
Feng Bei's whole body went limp, but the next second he slapped Zheng Xiu away angrily.
Zheng Xiu stretched out two fingers to press Feng Bei's red lips, looked into her eyes, and said calmly: "When people are under the eaves, they have to lower their heads. There are some things you shouldn't say nonsense."
The anger in Feng Bei's eyes had long since dissipated, and she suddenly felt nostalgic for those ten years in the valley. They were far away from the world, men farmed and women weaved, aloof from the world. Thinking of the end, she actually regretted getting away from the cannibal paintings. She felt complicated.
After twisting the knot a little, Feng Bei sighed softly: "I understand. But he..."
"A hundred years ago, the world was in chaos. Many people dreamed of being emperors, including Lao Chu. But didn't it all come to nothing later? If Cheng Xiao killed the emperor, what would happen? Someone has to fill this position. Without an emperor, there would be another risk.
Give birth to another emperor. The emperor is not a kind of inheritance. This position is like a 'profession'. There are always people with good lives and who are above tens of millions of people. Otherwise, are you going to be this emperor?"
Feng Bei thought for a moment and shook his head vigorously: "Inappropriate."
Xiaofengmiao walked inside, and Zheng Xiu asked Xiaofengmiao: "Do you think so?"
Xiaofeng meow squatted beside the door, yawned and meowed lazily, as if in response.
"Look, even Xiaofeng Miao can't look down on you. Do you think I can? Now that the emperor is taking such good care of us, there's nothing wrong with it."
Only then did Feng Bei notice that Zheng Xiu had taken the opportunity to hug her when she was just agitated. But after hugging her... Feng Bei didn't break away, pretending not to notice, and simply leaned softly into Zheng Xiu's arms.
, whispering furtively like a lover.
Zheng Xiu knew Feng Bei and the "Xie Luohe" in Feng Bei's heart, so Feng Bei almost said the words "kill the emperor". Even in Zheng's family, these words could not be said carelessly.
"This is why, after the Night Lord disappeared, Old Wei was neither impatient nor irritable, and was filled with joy even in his anger. Because Zhu was too mysterious and the emperor could not grasp it. I am different. Our Zheng family has been loyal for generations. First, we must
It’s easy to hold it up, and secondly, I have deep roots here and can’t live without it.”
"In addition, the Zheng family has countless strange people and talents, and it has surrendered to a great god like you. It can be said that you are the best candidate to be the second Night Lord."
Hearing this, Feng Bei couldn't help but retort: "When did you surrender me?"
"Then... sleeping clothes?"
Feng Bei heard this as "persuasion" and nodded: "That's pretty much it."
Zheng Xiu: "In short, this time I am lying at home and the pot comes from the sky."
"Then you plan to agree?"
Zheng Xiu nodded first, then shook his head, his attitude was ambiguous, and he frowned and looked a little troubled: "Promising is one thing, but how to do it is another. To be honest, with the current manpower of the Zheng family, we can be responsible
It's okay to be near the imperial city, but if you want to spread your tentacles all over the world..."
Zheng Xiu let go of Feng Bei, stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the night sky, and slowly uttered one word: "Difficult!"
The two chatted for a long time, and Feng Bei also understood that it was difficult to make a decision on such a big matter in a moment. The emperor's visit was a mixed bag of blessings and misfortunes, and Zheng Xiu was still hesitant. But Zheng Xiu knew very well that the emperor was most vulnerable at the moment.
The person suitable to do this for him is the Zheng family. If the Zheng family does not comply, the emperor will find a way to make Zheng Xiu comply. Rather than stalemate the relationship, it is better to take advantage of this turmoil and let the Zheng family have another chance.
Floors.
When Feng Bei was about to leave, his eyes fell on the little Feng Meow lying down and taking a nap beside the door.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked at each other, their eyes met, and they came and went. Zheng Xiu knew what Feng Bei was thinking. So Zheng Xiu also looked at the strange kitten and said, "It looks like."
"It's that one." Feng Bei pointed to the one she brought back.
"It's not like that." Zheng Xiu denied: "The one in the past never kissed me, as if it couldn't see me."
Feng Bei smiled: "That's because I look down upon you."
Zheng Xiu was frustrated, but he didn't care about Feng Bei. He curled his lips and said, "So, it's the other end." He was referring to the one in the painting world that the two of them had raised for many years.
"Meow!"
The orange cat scratched its ears with its furry paws and meowed without raising its eyes.
【Idiot meow!】
Zheng Xiu was shocked: "It scolded me again!"
Feng Bei was slightly startled when he heard this and hesitated: "I scolded you again? If it's really that one...you have raised it for many years."
Zheng Xiu touched his ears and was not sure. He suspected that he heard wrongly. But after a moment, Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and confirmed: "It must be that end!"
Such a determined tone made Feng Bei frown, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly. She subconsciously stretched out her palm and pursed her lips slightly: "Impossible."
Zheng Xiu looked deeply at the posing kitten, walked around behind him, lifted the cat's tail and looked at it carefully.
The orange cat felt uncomfortable all over and was so startled that it broke away from Zheng Xiu's hands, silently jumped into the darkness and disappeared.
Zheng Xiu nodded: "It's still my mother."
Feng Bei's eyes...eyes...were dumbfounded.
"In short, it's impossible." Zheng Xiu winked at Feng Bei and said loudly.
"Then..." Feng Bei shook his white palm, showing doubts on his face.
"Keep it first."
Zheng Xiu’s last sentence was the final word.
Feng Bei took a deep breath and remained silent for a while: "Okay."
The two finally decided what to do.
When Feng Bei was about to leave, Zheng Xiu said "Wait a minute." Feng Bei was puzzled, so Zheng Xiu came up to her and scratched Feng Bei's earlobe again. After scratching, Feng Bei trembled.
, Zheng Xiu scraped it again. At the end of the quarrel, Feng Bei thought what Zheng Xiu was going to do, so he said goodbye and fled on the eaves with a red face in the rain.
The secret sentries of the Zheng family who were watching from a distance were wondering why the master suddenly sent them away. When they saw "Madam" running away from the hall with a red face, they all suddenly realized it and called the master wise: "It is indeed the master who knows this!
"
Feng Bei blushed, and Zheng Xiu was filled with emotion, but soon his face darkened. It was not because of Feng Bei, but because of all the things he was currently facing.
As she was preparing to return to the main carriage with a lot of thoughts, wondering whether to stay up late or have a comfortable sleep to talk about it later, Zheng Erniang hurriedly walked over holding a paper umbrella. Zheng Erniang was wearing thin pajamas at the moment, and when she saw Zheng Xiu, she jumped in the face.
Gai Naodi complained: "What happened to the girl at your door? When did you bring her back? When you come back, you won't let anyone in, so you have to let her soak outside in the heavy rain?"
Girl? Bring it back?
Zheng Xiu was confused at first, then slapped his head and shouted: "Forgot!"
He had forgotten the Yin Qingqing that Old Wei "sent" to him! Thinking of this girl, Zheng Xiu felt a pain in his head again and didn't know how to deal with it. Halfway through, Zheng Xiu explained the origin of Yin Qingqing to Zheng Erniang. When Zheng Erniang got
When he found out that this was the girl sent by the emperor, he looked slightly startled.
Zheng Xiu explained with a wry smile: "He said at that time, if it catches my eye, send me away; if it doesn't catch my eye, let me do whatever I want. Guess, if I say this girl doesn't catch my eye, she can still go back to the emperor?
The final fate...it’s okay not to mention it.”
Besides, if he said that a woman who could follow Old Wei on patrol was not attractive to him, wouldn't it be equivalent to slapping the emperor in the face with force? It was quite refreshing to think about it, but it was unnecessary. Zheng Xiu figured it out in one thought at that time, so he was happy
received.
Zheng Erniang was secretly frightened. She, a Taoist woman, had never had contact with the emperor. When Zheng Xiu explained it like this, she broke into a cold sweat for Zheng Xiu. Unexpectedly, there was something hidden in these seemingly sparse and ordinary questions and answers.
Mysteries can easily determine the life of a young woman.
What Zheng Xiu didn't expect was that when he came to the door again in the rainy night, his four personal maids were also there, holding umbrellas and standing at the four corners. What puzzled Zheng Xiu was that they even offered musical instruments.
Ready to play, play, and sing, as if facing a formidable enemy.
And in the rainy night, there were longing figures on the four walls, and it was obvious that there were many good men from the Brotherhood squatting there.
Zheng Xiu was stunned, why did he make the matter such a big deal?
As soon as they saw Zheng Xiu, the four maids seemed to have a backbone, and they held their breath and relaxed. Zhizhi hurriedly stepped forward, the white light on his hands was dimly shining, and when the raindrops fell, they were bounced away, leaving no trace of wetness on Zhizhi's body. Zhizhi
Zhi said angrily: "This woman possesses miraculous powers!"
"Possessing miraculous powers? What happens next?" Hearing this, Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry: "It's all gone. If the emperor wants to deal with me, why would he use such a low-level method?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Yin Qingqing, who was soaked in the rain, remained motionless in the rain, letting the heavy rain wet her. Her long wet hair stuck to her face, making her look a bit embarrassed at this moment. Zheng Xiu
Before, Yin Qingqing bowed and saluted: "My slave, Yin Qingqing, has met the master."
Zheng Xiu asked: "What are you doing here in the rain? Didn't I say take it?"
Zheng Xiu's word "accept" seemed to touch Yin Qingqing. The girl's face twitched, but she tried to look calm. She lowered her head and said, "The master asked me to stand at the door and not to come in, so I just stood there."
Swish.
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Zheng Xiu.
No wonder.
It turns out that the master is good at this.
Zheng Erniang understood now, and asked softly beside Zheng Xiu: "Then, wash it well? Send it to your room? Does Miss Fengbei know?"
Yin Qingqing trembled all over.
"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Xiu coughed twice and showed his majesty as a master: "Second mother, you also know the origin of this person, and it is up to you to deal with it. For the time being, just be Feng Bei's personal maid." After saying this, Zheng Xiu turned around.
He said to Yin Qingqing: "From today on, her words are my words."
"Yes." Yin Qingqing nodded silently and accepted her fate.