Chapter 18: Night visit to Yongning but no encounter
Xia Feng scooped up a ladle of jade spring water. The clear and sweet spring water flowed out from the mouth of the thousand-year-old golden nanmu ladle. It slowly poured on Zhikarizhen's neck and shoulders, and then flowed into the bath along the back. Milky white steam rose thickly.
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Spring Flower bent over, pounded all kinds of precious flowers and herbs into fine pieces with a medicinal pestle, and sprinkled them one by one into the spring pool. Qiuyue wore a golden-red peony flower in her belly, revealing her white and delicate limbs, and knelt down behind Shikari Makoto.
, a pair of soft little hands pressed on his shoulders, gently squeezing them to loosen the bones and activate the tendons.
Zhikari raised his head and closed his eyes, unable to help but let out a pleasant sigh.
This is the wealth of the mortal world. The favor of Old Mrs. Yuan, the enthusiasm of those aristocratic families, and the recruitment of Yuzhen Society are all brought by Yuan An's identity.
However, one day, when everyone knows that he is just a common man from the Wu Clan village, will they still treat him like this?
Zhikarizhen opened his eyes silently and looked outside the screen of the bath. Dongxue was burning incense and ironing clothes for him. Her beautiful shadow was reflected on the screen, making her look slim and thin. With the help of the silk-pulling charm he once planted, he
I can feel the deep resentment buried deep in the girl's heart.
It's not hateful enough, it's not painful enough, it needs to be more intense... Zhi Shouzhen quietly activated the silk-pulling charm, which gradually triggered the negative emotions in Dongxue's heart. Only when Yongning Hou and Zhao Dieniang died, could he
Get rid of Wang Ziqiao's hostage.
Or get rid of Wang Ziqiao once and for all.
This all requires careful arrangements and must not be taken lightly to alert Wang Ziqiao.
After bathing, spring flowers, autumn moon, summer wind, and winter snow waited for Zhikarizhen to shave his face and shave his temples, apply hair oil with pine flower dew, and put on a wide-sleeved robe of fine silk with ice patterns and cicada wings.
Zhi Shangzhen first went to Zhao Dieniang to say hello, and the mother and son talked for a while. When he went to see the Marquis of Yongning again, he was blocked by Huang Po, saying that the Marquis had just gone to bed and it was not appropriate to see guests.
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"I haven't seen my father for many days. As a son of a man, I feel uneasy. Don't worry, I just went upstairs to see him. I will never disturb my father's rest." Zhikarizhen stood in the quiet courtyard and looked at it without any doubt.
With Huang Po, I have no intention of leaving.
Mengmeng squatted on Zhikarima's shoulder and kept licking rose-scented melon seeds, spitting out the melon seed shells all over the floor.
"Jie Jie Jie, young master, if you wake me up and cause an old illness to relapse, you and I can't bear it." Huang Po stood in front of the stairs of Sufeng Tower and stared at her with white eyes.
Zhikarizhen, the wrinkled black robe billows in the wind, like a weird old bat.
It's just that Zhi Shou is no longer the young man who was walking on thin ice when he first entered the Hou Mansion. His expression darkened: "Huang Po, if you are old and weak and can't shoulder the responsibility of serving my father, why not replace it with some young and strong ones?"
Right."
Huang Po's complexion changed, and she sneered hoarsely like a crow: "Young master, are you trying to drive me away? I have served you for so many years, but I understand your thoughts best. If I don't speak, no one can touch me."
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There was a faint flash of sword light, and the tip of the sword touched Huang Po's throat, just touching her vocal cords, making her speechless. Zhi Kaizhen held the long sword in his hand, looked at Huang Po, and said calmly: "Just a servant, what are you talking about?"
It’s so unruly. Kneel down and say it!”
Huang Po's eyes were about to burst and she wanted to resist, but Zhi Shou's real sword energy was slightly released, forcing her to lean back. The sword energy penetrated into her body and went straight to her knees. With a "pop", Huang Po knelt down involuntarily.
He fell to the ground, shocked and angry, but his throat was always pressed against the cold tip of the sword, making it difficult to speak.
"The son of a man longs for his relatives. This is the law of filial piety. Anyone who stops me means that I am unfilial. Huang Po, do you understand?" Zhi Shouzhen said calmly, "Since my father has been bedridden all year round and it is difficult to manage things,
Many matters in the Yongning Hou Mansion have to be temporarily managed by me. If someone commits the following crime and relies on his elders for betrayal, I must enforce the rules of the family and take good care of them. Otherwise, outsiders will think that our Yongning Hou Mansion lacks tutoring and has lost its status.
Majestic."
He looked at Huang Po and said slowly: "I want to visit my father immediately. Huang Po, please lead the way." He raised his long sword gently, forcing Huang Po to stand up slowly, keeping the sword tip from her throat, and commanded
She still couldn't speak.
"That's right." Zhi Shou stepped forward, and the long sword trembled subtly. Huang Po involuntarily stepped back and climbed up the stairs step by step.
"Little Marquis, the Marquis has really fallen asleep. It's just that his heart is exhausted. If there is the slightest disturbance, he will wake up, which will be detrimental to his condition." Wang Ziqiao held the lamp and walked slowly down the stairs to tell Zhi Shou the truth.
Look right.
The eyes of the two parties met for a long time, and Zhikarizhen smiled slightly: "Sir, what you said is that I will come to visit my father some other time."
The long sword was sheathed suddenly, and he bowed it gently, "Long time no see. The student is in jail. I couldn't pay my respects to you in time. I hope you will forgive me."
Huang Po took a few steps back in shock, touched her neck, and a trace of resentment flashed through her white eyes.
"Young Master made a strong statement." Wang Ziqiao smiled lightly: "Although the Young Master suffered some hardships in prison, fortunately, he learned a lot and gained wisdom. He will probably act more calmly in the future. People who should not offend
, you should think twice before doing anything you shouldn’t do rashly.”
"Sir, what you said makes sense." Zhi Kaizhen turned sideways respectfully, stepped back half the body of Wang Ziqiao, followed him down the stairs, and said: "But my other teacher, the famous scholar Pei Fuzi from Chu State,
He also said, 'When heaven entrusts a person with a great responsibility, he must first work hard for his mind and body...' So according to students, the sword becomes sharper as it is sharpened, right?"
Wang Ziqiao smiled: "I'm afraid that the sword will be broken by accident. No matter how sharp a broken sword is, it is still useless."
"Then it depends on whose hand this broken sword is in the end." Shikari Shin also smiled, and a clear sound of "choking" resounded throughout the surroundings. The sword was quickly unsheathed, and the bright blade lay across the ground.
In front of the two of them, there was a chill unique to sharp metal.
The faces of Wang Ziqiao and Zhi Shouzhen were reflected on the sharp sword body at the same time. They were both calm and gentle, showing no expression at all.
"Dang!" Zhi Kaizhen suddenly activated the three-killing machine sword, and the sword suddenly broke, and the tip of the sword bounced out, flew past Wang Ziqiao's star crown, and was inserted into the trunk of an old locust tree in the distance.
, the branches and leaves shook violently.
Zhikarizhen held the other half of the broken sword in his hand and stared at Wang Ziqiao's calm expression. The latter seemed completely unaware that the tip of the sword that had just bounced off would have penetrated his temple if it had been lowered even half an inch.
"Sir, is this broken sword still useless now?" Zhikari sighed inwardly. He tried it with the broken sword, but he couldn't test Wang Ziqiao's strength.
"Then it depends on who the opponent of this broken sword is." Wang Ziqiao said meaningfully, taking the lead to walk out of Sufeng Tower.
"Sir, that's what you said." Zhikarizhen smiled and threw away the broken sword, and saluted Wang Ziqiao goodbye.
"Little Marquis, a famous scholar also has a more famous saying: 'If the name is not right, the words will not be right.' Little Marquis, you must always reflect on yourself." Prince Qiao gave a long laugh and walked out of the courtyard. p>
"It's hard to judge what this middle-aged greasy man is thinking." Mengmengda stared at Wang Ziqiao's disappearing back and frowned, "It's so strange. His body language is so contradictory that it's completely impossible to guess."<
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"I can't tell whether he is real or not." Zhikarizhen said thoughtfully, "But he is indeed exactly the same as the extraterritorial demon in the sea of blood."