The gongs and drums were noisy, the chimes were ringing, and in the disdain of the Luoyi nobles and the surprise of the Luoyi people, Zhao Zheng once again wore a wedding robe and married a princess Ji Zhou according to the Zhou ceremony. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why Princess Ji Zhou, not Ying Qi (Chun Niang), gave him the doubts that night was finally answered at the same time at the moment when the hijab was uncovered.

"Is it worth it, you already have it, and you are likely to lose it if you do so."

Under the warm candlelight, Zhao Zheng's mouth seemed to spew out ice stubble, and his eyes were indifferent, like looking at an enemy he hadn't seen for many years.

The dilapidated Sansi Hall is hidden in the deepest part of the Zhou Palace, and the weeds that grow everywhere will teleport this palace to the lonely mountains and mountains.

However, after pushing the door open, the breath of life returns. The neat yard, neat furniture, and the residual body temperature of the rare Yi people on it.

There is a thin layer of dust on the table, which shows that people have not long left, for the infant Qi who is about to get married, leaving the dilapidated Sansi Palace, will he live in the cunning Zhou Palace. And the secret agent of the shadow guard came to report, but no trace of her was found.

On the one hand, the wedding day is approaching, and on the other hand, the bride is nowhere to be seen. If it weren't for Taichang Temple working overtime to prepare, Zhao Zheng would have run away, and Ji Yanyu would have lied to him.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Zhao Zheng held the soft wattle, which was very familiar and unfamiliar. Familiar because he knows the owner of this hand very well, strange because he can't figure out why she wants to lie to herself.

"I hate it when people design me, and luckily no one has ever designed it, but you did it today, what reward do you want?"

Zhao Zheng seemed to be smiling, and slowly stood in front of Zheng Sleeve, his face was still beautiful, just like the first time he saw him in front of the rocky beach of Langya Mountain, but there was a strange and terrifying scheming between his eyebrows and eyes, which made Zhao Zheng clench his fists.

"I don't regret it"

Zheng Sleeve said with a smile, "When you proposed to me, I actually wanted to say yes, but I told me in my heart, 'What is too easy to get, will be easy to lose', so I started this plan from then on, or conspiracy, a sweet conspiracy exclusive to you." ”

Wan Er smiled, the shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth were charming, but Zhao Zheng had no time to appreciate it, the Yiren in front of her was no longer what she used to be, and what she presented was what she wanted you to see.

Twisting his thighs, Zhao Zheng turned his head and asked, "Where is Chun Niang, ...... she Is she still alive? ”

The last word was spit out, and Zhao Zheng felt a pang in his heart, he especially didn't want to get that answer, he didn't want to be the enemy of the person in front of him.

Zheng Sleeve smiled undiminishedly, but did not answer Zhao Zheng's question, and said to himself: "How I envy my sister, she has broken free from the shackles, even if she is in prison, her heart is at least free."

And I, the princess of Zheng Guo, control a country on the surface, but inside I am bound by countless things and countless individuals. ”

Su hand gently picked up the wine jug, two glasses of amber wine syrup poured into the bowl, Zheng Sleeve raised the wine glass, and said softly: "We haven't drunk the wine yet?" ”

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Zheng subconsciously took it, drank it all in one gulp, and said coldly: "Now you can say it, whether Chun Niang is dead or alive, there must be a place." ”

"The husband is really anxious, and the concubine hasn't drunk yet."

Zheng Sleeve drank it slowly, leaving a drop at the corner of his mouth, which was set off by fair skin, like amber that had gone through thousands of years.

"My sister is an eldest woman, this is a truth that is not easy for eternity, even after a hundred years of husbandry, the concubine only dares to be in the mausoleum, and does not dare to exceed the etiquette.

By the way, the husband still doesn't know the life experience of the concubine, is it that the concubine is not Zheng Li's daughter at all, but the daughter of Zheng Ke, the ninth grandson of the ninth grandson of the prince. The reason why I was handed over to Zheng Li, a side branch, was because my father wanted to exchange me for a foundation.

Hehe, it's a pity that they haven't done it yet, husband, you helped me get it, the prince waved his hand in annoyance, and Zheng Guo fell into the hands of the concubine.

After seizing power, the first thing the concubine did was to slaughter the old bastards who had the name of their elders but did all the dirty things.

Especially the biological father of the concubine, who is over fifty years old and has ten daughters at night, believes in the way of yin and yang magicians to collect yin and supplement yang, and I don't know how many children of good families have been killed. ”

"Goo-dong"

I never thought that Zheng Sleeve, who was as noble as the Nine Heavens Fairy, had such an unbearable background, and in order to restore their power, the Zheng family was willing to be a dog, but also did these angry things.

But Chun Niang's whereabouts are still unknown, Zhao Zheng was ruthless, stretched out his hand and wanted to choke Zheng Sleeve's neck, but in the end he couldn't bear to make a move, held it in the air, and almost begged: "Where is she?" ”

Zheng Sleeve cried, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly fell back, with a glowing dagger stuck in his chest.

Zhao Zheng is very familiar with it, this is one of the several daggers he built when he first practiced, there is no name, and even the material is average, but Zheng Sleeve regards it as a treasure, and the knife handle is embedded with precious gems.

Lying in Zhao Zheng's arms, Zheng Sleeve smiled bitterly: "This moment is the happiest moment for the concubine." ”

"Doctor, go find Doctor!"

Zhao Zheng almost roared and shouted, shaking the window lattice.

Zheng Sleeve took his hand, shook his head and said: "It's useless, the wound of the heart, the lack of skills to return to the sky, while the concubine still has strength, you might as well tell your sister's whereabouts." ”

She smiled slyly, her face full of a little daughter's posture.

"My sister has the number of days of the Great Zhou, and the Son of Heaven will never marry her to you, otherwise the eight hundred years of the Great Zhou Dynasty will become the Qin State.

Tianzhu Mountain in Zhongzhou, there is a group of people who call themselves 'divine messengers', and the Son of Heaven can have today, and it is also because of their help.

It was also they who calculated that her sister was the Great Zhou Tribulation, and she couldn't leave the Great Zhou easily, and the best result was that she returned to the earth when she was eighteen years old and completed the Great Zhou life.

Tianzhu Mountain...... The divine envoy was in Luoyi Qin Heavenly Prison, and my sister was also taken away by them, like a ...... Like water drying up, in an instant they are all gone. ”

Zheng Sleeve's face was pale, even if Zhao Zheng was covering her wounds, life was still passing, and soon her head was covered with black gas, revealing a painful expression.

"Fu ...... Fusu"

"What, what did you say?"

Zhao Zheng asked with blurred eyes and close ears.

Zheng Sleeve seemed to use his last strength and said: "Our child, if there is one, is called Fusu, the mountain has Fusu, and Xi has Hehua." This poem is the concubine's favorite ......"

It was so dark and the night was so cold, Zhao Zheng was holding Zheng Sleeve, who had lost his breath, and sat on the floor in a daze, looking at the dark roof.

"It turns out that I'm a poor fucking man."

Zhao Zheng looked up to the sky and shouted: "It turns out that I am a poor person!" ”

The sound was mixed with true qi, and the wine glass shattered in half with a thud, and the wine overflowed, but when it was in mid-air, everything seemed to freeze.

"Haha, poor man, you finally see yourself clearly."

I don't know where it came from, and I don't know who it is, Zhao Zheng felt as if he had heard it, but he couldn't think about it, but his body had a memory, and he was very afraid of this voice, and a layer of sweat broke out on his back.

Suddenly, an old man with white hair appeared in the room, and Zhao Zheng felt that except for his eyes, his body froze anywhere, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Make a deal, your jade pendant in exchange for your woman's life, how about it, blink if you agree."

Zhao Zheng blinked quickly, his body regained his freedom in an instant, he moved his shoulders, and looked at his surroundings in surprise.

As in the dream, the shattered glass stayed at the moment of shattering, the spilled wine stopped in mid-air, the nose was close to the smell, and there was a clear aroma of wine.

"What a powerful means, you are Nangong's senior, don't come to the senior, is it okay?"

Zhao Zheng looked at it for a long time, and searched for Nan Gong's face in his brain, and the person in front of him was the Nan Gong who he saw for the first time on the bank of the Yishui River, but it seems that he is very old, and the gods are really not legends, and Zhao Zheng also knows one.

"Hmm"

The old man was a little surprised at first, and then laughed and said: "Yes, yes, the old man also remembers you, Zhao Zheng, the king of Gushan, is now the prince of Qin." ”

The tone of his speech, which was conjectural, seemed to be present, which surprised Zhao Zheng. Supernatural phenomena are not uncommon even on the blue planet, not to mention that in this other world that he has crossed over, there is a master like Nangong who is no less than an immortal, Zhao Zheng is not surprised.

It's just that immortals may also have Alzheimer's, he and Nan Gong have not only met once, and he has also been rescued by Nan Gong once, how can he not recognize it.

"Senior, on the banks of the Yishui River, do you remember the taste of the roast suckling pig I invited you to eat, and the kid will make it with you again when he has time."

"Okay, you kid still know how to feel sorry for people, old man, I've been hungry for this for a long time, this time I met you, why do you have to make a fifty, no, one hundred pounds of roast suckling pig for the old man."

The person in front of him is definitely not Nangong, although their tone and speaking style are very similar, but Zhao Zheng knows that old foodie, he will never forget the special dishes made by whom he has eaten in a certain place, and this person in front of him even said the wrong roast suckling pig.

During the Warring States period, poultry and livestock were raised, at most 300 catties, and at least only a few dozen catties, while suckling pigs generally grew to 80 catties when the meat quality was the best, and a suckling pig of 100 catties was already considered an adult.

"There won't be any twin brothers in the Southern Guild", Zhao Zheng thought, "It's not impossible, it's important to save people in front of you, and there is a fairy who is hard to find with a lantern, there is one in front of you, regardless of whether he is true or not, in short, save people back first."

Zhao Zheng took out the jade pendant boldly, although this jade pendant could speed up his true qi rotation, and even help him detoxify a hundred poisons without being interfered by external evils. But after all, these are just foreign objects, far less important than the people you care about in front of you.

"Senior, please smile, but this person must be treated."

The old man seemed to be very excited, holding the jade pendant and looking at it for a long time, Harazi was about to come down, carefully put it in his arms, patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, everything has an old man, and I will ensure that you will be returned a big living person in a moment."

It's just that the law doesn't pass on to the six ears, at this moment the old man wants to cast a spell, you step back, and when the old man calls you in, you come in again. ”

Zhao Zheng nodded, withdrew in disbelief, and was suddenly stunned by the two palace maids running at the courtyard gate. I saw that their faces were discolored, and when they heard the call, they hurriedly ran over, leaving the ground with both feet at the same time, and just happened to meet the immortal driving and were fixed.

"Sun Wukong's immobilization technique is nothing more than that"

Zhao Zheng smacked his lips and said to himself, he thought that the stagnation of time and space was to use special means to make people and things not move, but he didn't expect that people were so heavy that they could be fixed in mid-air.

"Immortal Means"

The room was filled with colorful lights, and the atheist Zhao Zheng nodded approvingly. Thinking about keeping Nangong for a while, whether it is true or fake, how many roast suckling pigs and hundreds of catties are needed, and I also asked him to help find Ying Qi, as well as the mysterious Tianzhu Mountain "divine messenger".

"Uh~"

The two palace maids didn't know when they would return to normal, and when they saw Zhao Zheng standing in front of them, they were suddenly startled and hurriedly knelt down and said: "The slave and maid should die, in order not to disturb the noble Dunlun, the slave and maid walked away, and just heard the nobleman's call, please punish the nobleman." ”

Zhao Zheng ignored them, they were able to move, proving that the immobilization technique was gone, and Nangong should also leave, so what about Zheng Sleeve now.

"Sleeves"

Zhao Zheng called out to run into the room, and suddenly the door creaked open, Zheng Sleeve stood with a smile and said with a smile: "The cave room spends candle night, even if the concubine body makes the husband dissatisfied, he should not stand in the courtyard and be angry with the concubine."

Nu, was also seen by his subordinates, how to behave after the concubine. ”

It seems that nothing happened just now, Zheng Sleeve did not commit suicide, and the two did not quarrel.

Seeing this, the two palace maids smiled and hurriedly left, knowing what had happened just now, they didn't see it, and they couldn't afford to afford to delay the nobleman's daughter.

"Why, the husband hasn't come in yet, it's almost past the time of the child."

Zhao Zheng became more and more confused, whether he was dreaming, or Zheng Sleeve was erased from his memory, especially Nangong, who came strangely, and he was outside the door when he left, without any warning in front of the house and behind the house, so he disappeared abruptly.

"Huh"

Zhao Zheng suddenly thought that similar to this incident, the dress and the strange letter also appeared quietly in his room like this.

"Is all this Nangong's arrangement?"

Zhao Zheng's head hurt a little, he simply didn't think about it, anyway, the whereabouts of Ying Qi were already known, and the mysterious strength behind Ji Yan Tianzhu Mountain Divine Envoy had a specific name.

"Step by step, little by little. Can you stump me? ”

Zhao Zheng smiled contemptuously, picked up Zheng Sleeve and closed the door roughly, untied his clothes, panting again and again, Zhao Zheng remembered what happened just now, and the broken wine glass in the room was evidence.

Of course, there is also the beautiful woman in her arms, what a tragic life experience hidden behind the seemingly noble, in order to change her fate, she subconsciously takes controlling everything as instinct, which is the sadness of the times, but it is not the fault of any poor person.

There is also that name, Zhao Zheng is now more and more sure that Yingzheng is dead, or that he should be Yingzheng in another world. Otherwise, how could the name of the eldest son Fusu appear on the head of his future son, of course, because of the existence of Zhao Yuan, there was a slight change.

lingered all night, until the next day, Zhao Zheng woke up groggily and found the tears on his chest, only to know that she still remembered everything, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

This time the people are not looking for a short time, Zheng Sleeve is holding a tray, which contains Zhao Zhengyi's unchanged breakfast.

"Let's sit down and eat together"

Zheng Sleeve carefully made half of it, and waited for Zhao Zheng to drink half a cup of porridge before saying, "Has the husband forgiven me, or will he never forgive me again?" ”

Zhao Zheng patted her head and smiled: "Forgive what, I don't remember anything after drinking this bowl of porridge." ”

Zheng Sleeve smiled: "Another bowl." ”

After walking out of the back of the door, Zhao Zheng looked at the broken wine glass with solemn eyes, Zheng Sleeve did not forget the incident of last night, and he also remembered the terrifying experience of that night.

"Poor man, even if I am, I have to become no."