Chapter 94 Zheng Shanfeng's Unforgettable Reunion with Zheng Shanfeng in the North!
Chapter 94 The Zheng family’s loyal soul is unforgettable, Zheng Shan and Feng meet again in the north!
Thirty-two years of peace.
December twenty-fifth.
The lazy sunshine can hardly drive away the cold, and the winter cold is severe.
To celebrate the New Year, lanterns are hung in front of every house.
There is an ignorant child wearing new clothes and running happily in the alley and street.
Recently, many people have noticed that the atmosphere in the city is strange.
First, in the tea house, the storytellers who usually talked about the swords and swords in the rivers and lakes gradually began to tell the story of General Zheng Haoran - "Three thousand troops killed the barbarian", "General Zheng bravely saved the emperor and bravely crossed the Fenjian River"
, "General Zheng fought with tens of thousands of people to fight against the barbarians", "He sang with great righteousness and defeated the barbarians thousands of miles away", the tea guests applauded one after another, as if they saw the souls of the loyal heroes of the past in the storyteller's story.
Heaven and Earth reopened.
Usually at night, the prostitutes come excitedly and have other agendas.
But when they stepped inside, what was floating inside was no longer the imaginative ribbons and colorful shoes, but red battle flags with the Chinese character "Zheng" written in flying dragons and phoenixes.
The decoration of the store has also turned into a pair of dilapidated battle armors.
"The smoke rises and the mountains and rivers look north,"
"The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighs, the sword air is like frost,"
"The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River,"
"Who can resist in twenty years?"
"Hateful and mad, the sword is directed towards it,"
"How many loyal brothers and sisters are buried in other places..."
The passionate flute playing, combined with Lily's mesmerizing singing voice, made all the clients who stepped into the heaven and earth seem to have gone to the wrong place. In the blink of an eye, they seemed to be on a battlefield thousands of miles away, feeling the pain of twenty years
In front of him, General Zheng was buried in a foreign land, and the horns of the Northern Shenwu Army echoed on the beams.
In the song "Zheng Zhong Serves the Country", when the singer Lili of the generation sang with others to "When the horse's hoof goes south and people look north", a group of literati and poets shed tears one after another, crying with guilt and passion.
For a time, no one in the imperial city had any more prostitutes, and they poured into the heaven and earth for no other reason than to listen to the passionate song "Zheng Zhong Serves the Country".
On the streets, actors were using vivid operas to portray the scene when General Zheng left the imperial city with tears in his eyes, marched north with a gun in hand, and bravely defeated the barbarian army.
Allusions that have been gradually forgotten by the world, and tragic songs of heroes that have been forgotten in peacetime, are remembered and remembered again.
Unknowingly, in just a few days, the whole city was once again singing the praises of Zheng Haoran's tragedy and the deep love between Zheng Haoran and the emperor.
Some storytellers cried and sang: "General Zheng, General Zheng, you were born in Daqian because of God's blessing!"
As if overnight, Zheng Haoran, who had passed away for twenty years, came back to life in the people's mouths and went to the north for the second time to fight!
Discussion of Zheng Haoran is naturally inseparable from Zheng Haoran’s only son, Zheng Xiu.
There is a kind of speech quietly growing among the people.
How many roads has Zheng Xiu built over the years?
How much money was donated.
How many victims have been rescued?
How many people have been comforted.
How many people can settle down and take root here?
How many families that were once poor are now full of children and grandchildren.
In times of peace, the Zheng family's military spirit was gone, and Zheng Xiu did not join the army or become an official in the court. However, they discovered that the Zheng family's influence on the people and Zheng Haoran's pride had not disappeared because of this!
"Then Mr. Zheng is very kind-hearted. My old guy broke his hand in the blacksmith. Without saying a word, I carried a box of silver and told the old guy to have a good rest."
"Princess Yurun? Hey! I don't believe that master can kill people! The old Zheng family has been loyal to Daqian for generations, and there has never been a bad person in the old Zheng family!"
"Don't tell me, that Master Zheng looks just like General Zheng. He has the bones of Old Zheng and the blood of the Zheng family. I grew up watching little Master Zheng. I feel so good about that. .”
Chef He in Xiangmanlou swung his new knife and sneered at others: "Master Zheng kills people? I'm laughing so hard. Last year, I, Mr. He, came to kill the chickens, ducks and ducks in Master Zheng's house. He said he didn't like to see blood. Mr. Zheng still felt sorry for me, Lao He, and rewarded me with a hundred taels of silver without saying a word! Who dares to say that Mr. Zheng is not a good person, I, Lao He, will chop him to death with a knife!"
December twenty-nine.
The sun sets in the west, reflecting the sky red, as if stained with a layer of blood.
Thick clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, pressing toward the imperial city, and heavy snow fell, covering half the sky.
"No matter what era you are in, public opinion is a very terrifying force, because it represents the 'public opinion'! I, Zheng, just lit up a few sparks. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran's name is like a prairie fire, erasing this awe-inspiring Dong Lixue!”
Zheng Xiu was in Wangtian Prison. Even if he did not enter the folk, he could feel that the atmosphere of the entire city was undergoing subtle changes under the influence of his Zheng family members.
"Dad, dad, I really have to obey you now. Even if you die, you can still protect our Zheng family in the dark." Zheng Xiu murmured to his dead father, not knowing whether it was with emotion or envy. : "How can I be willing to throw away this golden sign passed down from my ancestors? How can I be willing to shame your loyal soul?"
"An unfilial son cannot bring you back to life, but at least I can let your name be remembered by the people again today!"
"I want them to remember that today's peaceful and prosperous age is a result of your contribution!"
"If you don't act so arrogantly, you might have forgotten that the proud blood of the Zheng family flows in my body, Zheng Xiu?"
Close your eyes and enter the prison of your heart.
Zheng Xiu was sitting on the bone chair, playing on the table, with his three little avatars closing their eyes.
The child's brows are filled with lotuses, and his eyes are innocent, hiding evil spirits.
The macho man is tall, strong and mighty, with the illusion of green mountains and green water hidden behind him. There is a certain agility and handsomeness in his mightiness.
The third incarnation is an old man with snow-white hair and beard, wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back. He looks like an out-of-this-world feathered fairy, mysterious and unpredictable.
Zheng Xiu first moved his fingers to the old man, but hesitated at the last moment.
Maybe it's not the time to use Wang Zha yet.
The end.
The macho painter opened his eyes, and a vortex formed deep in the inn [Fengbei's home]. The black door opened and closed, and Zheng Shan stepped into it.
Solitary peaks and cliffs, bare mountain tops.
The clouds and mist were shrouded, and the top of the mountain seemed to be covered with a layer of snow-white mat.
In the center of the "mat", Fengbei remained as before, adding firewood to the bonfire and waiting quietly.
It snowed heavily tonight, and Xiaofeng was too weak to endure it, so she curled up in a temporary cat nest early to keep warm.
The water vapor in the wooden barrels in the house is thin, and the stove in the house is burning brightly, leaving a three-point heating space for the cats.
A shrill bird song broke the silence, and Feng Bei stood up, preparing to greet the boy.
The dark winged shadow was like a knife, tearing open the snow curtain, and the mighty and tall man slowly landed on the roof.
Feng Bei was stunned, as stunned as a statue.
Zheng Xiu used the incarnation of "Zheng Shan" this time.
To Feng Bei, Zheng Shan was already a person who lived twenty years ago.
But for Zheng Xiu, it had only been a short month since Zheng Shan and Feng Bei last said goodbye.
Who can explain the magic of time travel and the mystery of ghosts?
Zheng Xiu saw Feng Bei's reaction. As expected, Zheng Xiu folded his wings, stretched out his fangs a little, and said with a smile: "Where is my son?"
Feng Bei was dumbfounded on the spot, as if his soul had been taken away.
It wasn't until Zheng Xiu asked the question for the second time that she slowly shook her head.
"My son said that you can find him here, that stinky boy!" Zheng Xiu scolded himself in the tone of an old father, while explaining: "I never expected that when my son was born, he would meet his old friend from twenty years ago.
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Feng Bei was still looking at Zheng Shan who was standing on the roof stupidly, without saying a word, with his mouth slightly open, letting the strong wind blow wildly.
Why is Feng Bei's reaction a bit strange?
Zheng Xiu originally thought that Feng Bei would be moved to tears and ask why his benefactor always stayed young, where he had been in these years, etc.
He also specially prepared a speech to explain why his appearance has not changed in the past twenty years.
At present...it seems that it is no longer useful?
"Ahem, since that brat hasn't come yet, just pretend that I came here specially to see you."
Zheng Xiu coughed twice, looked at the stupid Feng Bei, and said tonight's theme: "I rescued you from that dangerous situation twenty years ago. I did it casually and had no other plans. But now there is one thing.
I need you to go there for me. My stupid son is ignorant and ineffective. If I leave this matter to him, I'm afraid it will ruin the good thing."
Feng Bei still had the same expression and nodded blankly.
"Do you know Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the imperial city?"
Feng Bei's eyes never left "Zheng Shan" for a moment, but he still nodded.
Zheng Xiu laughed loudly: "That's easy! I'm asking you to escort the orphan of my brother Pao all the way tomorrow morning! Just escort him from Wangtian Prison to Zheng's house! Are you willing?"
Feng Bei lowered his head, not knowing what to think, and then whispered: "Feng Bei is willing."
"Well, thank you very much! From now on, you and I will owe each other nothing!"
After saying that, Zheng Xiu hurriedly jumped down the mountain and prepared to escape.
"Senior, stay!"
In an instant, the terrifying wind pressure suddenly blew the falling snow back to the sky. Feng Bei could be seen holding his right hand empty, the lines on his right eye spread all over his body, and the shadow behind him was like a towering mountain.
"Senior, stay! Senior, stay!"
Feng Bei tightened his grip on the illusory sword, and when he was halfway through swinging it, he paused.
Damn it, he felt the terrible pressure behind him, and the rich ghost was as real as substance. Zheng Xiu was so frightened that he quickly canceled the [Fugue] and turned into blue smoke and disappeared in front of Feng Bei.
Only then did he discover something. It turned out that Feng Bei didn't use his ultimate move when he was angry. It turned out that he couldn't help but use his ultimate move when he was emotional!
The way "Zheng Shan" disappeared was exactly the same as twenty years ago. The only difference was that Zheng Shan was well-dressed today.
Watching Zheng Shan disappear in mid-air, the wind and snow that had been blown high into the sky fell again, and everything returned to calm.
Feng Bei stood there blankly.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy scratched his head and flew up to the top of the mountain from below.
"Uh...my dad is gone?"
When Feng Bei heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly and looked indifferently at the innocent-looking young man with his left eye.
What I fear most is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.
Gudong.
Feng Bei's eyes were strange.
Shouldn't it be discovered?
Feng Bei is not someone who likes to ponder problems.
Sure enough, Feng Bei breathed a long sigh of relief: "It turns out that senior Zheng Shan is still alive."
"Of course. Whether my father is alive or not, can I still lie to you?"
"Then let's get started."
Feng Bei smiled, clenched his fists, and walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step.
Fengbei seems to be particularly happy today.
She was extremely energetic from the beginning.
Zheng Xiu's experience level in various skills skyrocketed as soon as he got stronger.
Wow.
The bonfire went out without any wind, leaving only sporadic flames.
The idea is good.
But Zheng Xiu felt a chill in his back for no apparent reason.
He had a premonition that Fengbei would be here tonight.
It will be a little fierce.
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