Bai Susu and the three girls looked at each other and retreated obediently.
The princess is something they can't afford to offend. Their biggest dream is to fight for a place in the concubine's house, and it is necessary to please the lady.
"Yes, that's right."
Nan Yuyan's little hands were stroking around his body, her eyes were wandering, and her voice was trembling: "Well, uncle asked me to help deliver the greeting card."
"Uncle?" Zuo Chongming hummed and asked casually: "Your mother died young, how did the people there treat you?"
Nan Yuyan blinked, feeling sweet in her heart.
Zuo Zhongming's underlying meaning is that if her uncle treats her badly, there is no need to meet him, which means that he cares about her feelings.
Nan Yuyan couldn't help but take a half step forward, almost leaning against him, and murmured in her sleep: "It's okay, you, you don't have to worry about me."
Zuo Chongming thought for a while and said: "In that case, I have been fighting for a long time today and am mentally exhausted. Let's see you another day."
Although Nan Yuyan's uncle should be his elder.
But the status gap between the two sides is too great, and secular rules are useless.
It was their honor that Zuo Chongming took them seriously, and they had to endure it if he didn't take them seriously.
Nan Yuyan wiped his wound distressedly and responded softly: "Du, I will listen to you."
…
The carriage creaked into the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Before the car stopped, a woman came rushing towards her: "Sir, Wen'er... how is Wen'er? Is your body in good condition?"
Wei Tao held her hand, suppressed the sorrow in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is the doctor?"
The woman looked at the driver eagerly, tears already gathering in her eyes, and replied in a trembling voice: "Already, already here, waiting in the hall."
"That's good, that's good." Wei Tao supported the woman and said in a deep voice: "Send Wen'er to the house quickly and ask a doctor for treatment."
Several servants did not dare to delay and quickly lifted Wei Wen out of the carriage.
But now Wei Wen was looking at the sky with dull eyes, without any sparkle in his pupils, and he was lying there in a daze, as if he was lost in thought.
Seeing her son like this, the tears in the woman's eyes could no longer be held back and flowed like a bursting dam. She fainted as soon as she rolled her eyes.
"Quickly, send Madam back to her room."
"What are you doing standing still?"
More than half an hour later.
With the slight sound of the door opening, Wei Tao, who had closed his eyes to relax, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up eagerly and asked: "How are you? My wife and son..."
"Um, Prime Minister..."
The old man with white beard and white hair and a childish face looked away from him with twinkling eyes, a look of hesitation on his face.
"explain."
Wei Tao had an ominous premonition in his heart, the lines on his face gradually became colder, and his voice became deeper: "The truth will not... vent my anger on you."
The old man hesitated: "To tell you what to say to the Prime Minister, Madam is just a little frightened. She can just prescribe some prescriptions to soothe her nerves and rest quietly for a period of time."
Wei Tao felt relieved, then frowned: "Where is Wen'er?"
The old man took a deep breath: "Master Wei... I don't know what happened to him. He lost one soul and two souls and became like this..."
Wei Tao was impatient for a while: "Elaborate."
The old man organized some words and muttered: "Humans have three souls and seven souls. The three souls are heaven, earth and people. The seven souls are joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate and desire."
"The fate of the heavenly soul is the destiny. The luck of the earthly soul is the luck of the air. The wisdom of the human soul is the spiritual wisdom of living beings. Mr. Wei just lost his human soul."
"As for the Qi Po's feelings as a human being, the ups and downs of emotions are all reflected in the soul. If he is ruthless, he will be like a puppet. Mr. Wei has lost his soul of love and happiness."
Wei Tao trembled in his heart and narrowed his eyes: "Are you talking about... losing one soul and two souls?"
"That's right."
The old man smiled bitterly and nodded: "As far as I know, the only things that can hurt the soul are poisonous spells, evil soul-stealing techniques, and... magical powers."
"There are solutions to the first two, which are nothing more than breaking the curse and summoning the soul, but the latter has no cure, it cannot be cured, at least the old man cannot."
Wei Tao's tone was trembling: "Why?"
"because……"
The old man came to the table, picked up the teapot and said: "Curse is like boiling water. As long as the lid is still on, the water will condense back into water after it becomes hot and gassy."
"And the method of seizing the soul is like pouring the water from the pot into other cups. Just find the cup and pour it back again."
"But the method of magical power is different. It is like pouring water into the soil, and there is no possibility of getting it back..."
Having said this, the old man paused for a few seconds to give him time to digest.
After a while, he continued: "Master Wei lacks the human soul, love soul, and joy soul. He will probably become stupid, childish, irritable and irritable..."
Afraid that Wei Tao wouldn't be able to accept it and would be angry with him, the doctor added: "But I have little talent and little knowledge. There are countless secrets in the world. Maybe there really is..."
To put it simply, Wei Wen will be a fool from now on, and a irritable and irritable fool.
Although it is not absolutely impossible to save, at least 99% of the methods in the world cannot save it.
Bang….
Wei Tao felt his knees buckle and he stumbled a few steps. A harsh ringing sounded in his ears. His vision suddenly went dark and he felt nothing again.
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At noon the next day, the capital was filled with joy, and the streets and alleys were decorated with lights.
Many restaurants and teahouses were overcrowded. They stared at the image of the photographic stone, and sometimes there were cheers and cheers...
In a world where demons run rampant and evil spirits devour people, people's martial ideals are deeply rooted.
Everyone worships the strong, fears the strong, and desires to become the strong.
The appearance of Zuo Chongming directly hit their G-spot.
Because Zuo Chongming came from a grassroots background and had no spiritual background, the general public had a personal sense of involvement.
Looking at Zuo Chongming's rise, we can see that he counterattacked all the way, forcibly breaking through many shackles, and finally got to where he is today.
This is like a modern refreshing article, which makes the people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts, especially yesterday when they defeated the arrogance of the capital with one enemy...
"The champion is truly worthy of his title."
"Yes, only Mr. Zuo can bear this title."
"Haha... I think there are many talented people in our Wu Dynasty. His outstanding achievements are just heroes created by the times."
"Really? Then why aren't you a hero?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ignore this kind of people, just say sour grapes."
"It's really disgusting to look at people who are five or six, but behave like they are gossiping."
Some people praise it, while others criticize it. After all, no one is perfect and people’s hearts are unpredictable.
But in general, the majority are the former, and the latter... are mostly scholars and children of aristocratic families who are involved with officials.
The scholar did not expect that he would be yelled at by the crowd just for complaining, and even politely invited out by the teahouse owner...
To be honest, he was really jealous.
Because before Zuo Chongming appeared, the martial arts trend in the capital was far less strong.
Many ladies in the boudoir, noble ladies, and even famous actresses in brothels prefer unrestrained and unrestrained knights, talented and elegant scribes.
A guy like him who has a lot of ink in his belly, but a cool breeze in his sleeves, can also win the favor of many ladies in the boudoir by virtue of his status as a scribe.
But after Zuo Chongming appeared, the atmosphere changed drastically, and the tastes of those little beauties also changed...
In their words: "A real man should be like a champion, making great achievements, rather than hanging around in the land of fireworks, talking about romance and romance."
so…….
A guy like him who has no strength and a weak waist has to pay to visit a brothel!!
As a last resort, he came to the teahouse to drink tea.
But I never thought that the rough people here respected Zuo Chongming more... and kicked him out directly. What a shame...
…
It's lively outside the capital, and the palace is naturally even more lively.
Whether it was the matter of being granted a title or the special significance of the champion, it was a major event for the Wu Dynasty.
Above the court, hundreds of civil and military officials were seated, with different expressions on their faces, most of which were forced smiles.
On the other hand, Emperor Wu, who was at the top of the list, and the people in Zhenfusi were grinning from ear to ear, wishing they could carve the word "proud" on their foreheads.
"Xuan, Zuo Zhen Demon Envoy comes to see you."
"Xuan, Zuo Zhen Demon Envoy..."
"Xuan..."
The message was passed from level to level and circulated around the palace for a long time.
Liu Fu waved his hand to let the guards go, and greeted the discussion with a smile: "Master Zuo, we can face the saint."
Zuo Chongming stood at the gate of the palace, looking at this guy speechlessly.
This is really not a place for people to live. The rule is to die as often as you like.
He was pulled up before dawn and put on makeup and clothes for half an hour.
When I arrived at the entrance of the palace, I waited patiently for another half an hour before I was allowed to enter the palace. I still had to walk a long distance.
The first time he faced this kind of torment, he almost had a nervous breakdown. He couldn't imagine how the officials in the capital could endure it.
"My lord, don't be impatient."
Liu Fu saw him speeding up and said quickly: "Our family has something to ask you."
"What's up?"
Zuo Chongming was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up: "By the way, I asked you to help me place bets. Have you got the money now?"
"...it will take two days."
The corner of Liu Fu's mouth twitched and he said helplessly: "Listen to me, today is not just as simple as being granted a title of marquis, but afterwards we have to measure ourselves, cut clothes, select a location, and build a mansion..."
Although Zuo Chongming will definitely not live in the capital for a long time, as a noble prince, he must have his own palace. Not being able to live there is another matter.
The two of them walked and talked, not feeling very lonely.
Not long after, they arrived in front of the palace gate.
The originally noisy main hall suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Nearly a thousand people raised their heads at the same time and cast complex glances at Zuo Chongming. Naturally, there were many gnashing of teeth and glares that chose others to eat...
Wei Tao, who was first on the right and looked haggard, opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at him indifferently, with no concealed murderous intent.
Zuo Chongming sympathized with them, especially those who glared at him resentfully, such as Wei Tao.
It's so miserable for them. Yesterday they witnessed their heir being killed, and today they have to endure their grief and hatred and watch the murderer be awarded a title.
This kind of strong stimulation is not something ordinary people can bear.
"Hahaha……"
Emperor Wu laughed and stood up, and said in a loud voice: "My good son-in-law, our champion Hou Ke is finally here. It's really easy for me to wait."
Zuo Chongming smiled slightly at Wei Tao, then bowed to Emperor Wu: "I have a humble position, Zuo Chongming, please see your Majesty."