Xing Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Zhao Ziming deeply, the coldness in his eyes receded slightly, pointed to the stone bench opposite, and said with a light smile: "Zhao Protector turned out to be a guest, please take a seat!" ”

Since the battle between Jinyang and Liu Zhong, Happy guessed that the Moon Worship Church came to find him, and the purpose was naturally self-evident. However, what Xing didn't expect was that the person who came would actually be Zhao Ziming, the four protectors. If it is a negotiation, Zhao Ziming is obviously not weighty enough. The reason why Happy spoke coldly was that one was to test the attitude of the Lunatic Cult, and the other was to take the opportunity to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Although Zhao Ziming was angry in his heart, he suppressed it well, his attitude was respectful and sincere, and he was happy to achieve his goal, so naturally he could no longer be aggressive, so he really lost his identity.

"Thank you, Mr. Gao." Zhao Ziming thanked him, and Shi Shiran sat down. Although he was born in the rivers and lakes, he has the temperament of Confucianism, and his gestures are very elegant and chic, which makes people feel good.

"Protector Zhao, I don't know what your intention is to come this time?" When Zhao Ziming sat down, Xing didn't waste time with Lang, but asked straight to the point. Obviously, Zhao Ziming is not the decision-making decision of the Lunatic Sect, he is just a messenger at most.

Zhao Ziming did not have any dissatisfaction with the happy direct Zhao Ziming, on the contrary, he felt a little close. He is a person in the rivers and lakes, and he naturally has a bold and direct habit. Moreover, although he had been hostile to Happy and hated Happy for deceiving and abducting Zhang Rong, he still admired Happy and angry in his heart and was willing to take risks.

"Master Gao, this time I am sending a message to you in the name of the Elder Taishang of the Sect, and the Elder Liu Zhong wants to meet with you on the bank of the Yellow River in Jeju on the second day of the second month of February, and the Elder Taishang will have its own great gift at that time." Zhao Ziming said solemnly.

"The second day of February?"

Happy silently calculated, there is less than a month to go, it is more than enough to rush to Jeju, for the big gift in Zhao Ziming's mouth, although Happy is curious, but he did not bother to guess. After pondering for a moment, he looked up at Zhao Ziming happily and said, "Please tell Elder Liu that on the second day of the second month of February, Gao will arrive!" ”

"That being the case, I won't bother much in the future, and I'll take my leave! Take care, Childe! Zhao Ziming nodded, stood up, and saluted happily.

"Take care, don't send it!" Standing up happily, he smiled and arched his hand slightly.

Zhao Ziming was about to leave with his fists clenched again, but suddenly saw a beautiful shadow floating in outside the courtyard, and his raised right foot couldn't help but fall down again, his expression was a little stunned, and the look in his eyes was very complicated.

The person who came wore a purple long skirt, the materials are exquisite, the workmanship is fine, noble and mysterious, the slightly slim long skirt will undoubtedly reveal the woman's plump figure, with the glamorous appearance, a smile and a smile revealed by the crowd of customs, straight to make people's hearts sway, can not be self-controlled.

This woman is naturally Zhang Rong, who had just finished asking for advice on the experience of giving birth to a child from Zheng's house, and she was full of joy and did not notice Zhao Ziming's existence until she got closer, and she was stunned and stunned.

"Teach, teacher, senior sister" Zhao Ziming was the first to wake up, and called out a little jerkyly.

"Ziming? What are you doing here? The smile on Zhang Rong's face was still a little stiff, and her voice trembled slightly, obviously because of Zhao Ziming's appearance, her heart was not calm. Zhang Rong had thought about the scene when she met her brothers and sisters again countless times, but she didn't expect that she would be in this palace.

"I was ordered by the sect to deliver a letter to Mr. Gao." Zhao Ziming looked at Zhang Rong carefully and said with concern: "Senior sister, are you doing well these days?" ”

Zhang Rong trembled slightly, her eyes were a little red, she turned her head away suddenly, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, now I don't have to worry about the affairs of the sect, I'm a lot quieter, and I'm a lot happier." ”

"That's good, that's good." The brothers and sisters who were close to each other are now speechless, Zhao Ziming has a thousand words in his heart, but he can't say the words when he comes to his mouth, and the atmosphere is a little stiff.

Seeing that Zhang Rong was silent, Zhao Ziming pouted Tian's dry lips, and then said: "Senior sister, as long as you are doing well, I will rest assured, I still have something, so I will leave, senior sister, take care!" ”

"Okay." Zhang Rong whispered, her eyes were a little confused, and she didn't look at Zhao Ziming.

Zhao Ziming sighed lowly, turned his head to take a deep look at the joy, and after greeting himself, he took a big stride and left from Zhang Rong's side, but his chic back was a little melancholy at this time.

Seeing Zhang Rong standing in place sluggishly, her eyes were hazy with tears, her expression was sad, and she felt pity in her heart. strode forward, gently took Zhang Rong in his arms, and whispered happily in her ear: "If you want to cry, cry out, I will be here with you!" ”

"Husband"

Zhang Rong wrapped her arms around Happy Happy's waist, and the tears accumulated in her eyes finally fell, surging like a river bursting its embankment, and the clothes on Happy Chest were wet in an instant.

She worked hard for the Lunatic Cult for more than ten years, and did not hesitate to roll her reputation in the red dust, but in the end, she was expelled from the school and sentenced to burning. What chilled her the most was that in order to be happy with the "Recipe of Eternal Life" in her hand, the Lunatic Cult actually despicably used her as bait. Zhang Rong could still tolerate severe punishment for violating religious rules, but she couldn't tolerate the Lunatic Cult using her like a commodity.

It was her home, and the Lunatics were her relatives, but they betrayed her, abandoned her, and even wanted to kill her.

In the past year, although Zhang Rong has broken off her relationship with the Moon Worship Sect on the surface and regained her calm, who knows how many midnight dreams she has dreamed back, crying and her heart aches. She could leave the Lunatic Cult, but how could all the memories of the Lunatic Cult in her mind be erased, how could it be so easy to let go of joy, anger, sorrow, grievances, and hatred?

Seeing the old man today, Zhang Rong couldn't suppress some grievances in her heart anymore, so she cried loudly in her happy and warm arms.

Wu Shun quietly retreated, leaving the quiet courtyard to the two who hugged each other. Happy and slender palm gently caressed Zhang Rong's slippery back, the movements were gentle and delicate, and the mouth was softly relieved, soothing her wounded heart with the affection of the pulse.

After a long time, Zhang Rong's crying gradually stopped, raised her head from her happy arms, and said a little shyly: "Husband, I'm sorry for worrying you!" ”

"Smack!"

Happy raised his hand and slapped Zhang Rong's upright buttocks, and the soft and elastic touch suddenly made Happy feel hot. Happy and angry, he glared at Zhang Rong, who was shocked and ashamed, and said with a red face: "I am your husband, and I don't say anything if I have grievances in my heart, I really should be beaten!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his palms happily again, Zhang Rong suddenly jumped a few steps away with a snort, and a pretty face with pear blossoms and rain was covered with redness, mature style, and even more tempting.

Happy suddenly felt that his lower abdomen was hot, and he wanted to rush forward to have a good life, but at this time, the sun was high, and he was so happy that he had to suppress the desire in his heart, and looked at Zhang Rong and said gently: "Let it pass in the past, now you have a husband and parents, you have to be happy, don't cry anymore!" ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Rong nodded vigorously, and a bright smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, relaxed and pure.

While enjoying the gentleness of happiness, the atmosphere in Yecheng was unprecedentedly tense. The day before yesterday, Gao Wei suddenly went crazy, and although Feng Xiaolian blocked the news in time, the news of Gao Wei's serious illness still spread. Since Gao Yanzong ascended the throne, Gao Wei's majesty has been worse day by day, everyone seems to feel that the end is coming, people's hearts are panicking, and the huge Yecheng is shaky, as if it is about to collapse.

On the eighth day of January, Gao Wei summoned hundreds of civil and military officials in Yecheng to discuss matters in the Jinluan Palace. The military officials below the hall stood quietly, and for some reason, they all felt unusually depressed and uneasy in their hearts.

"The emperor has arrived" With the eunuch's sharp long call, Gao Wei came out of the apse.

The courtiers immediately fell to the ground and shouted, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

"All the kings are alive." Cushman & Wakefield's voice was not loud, but it was cold. Everyone was in their hearts, and they looked at each other, and they all saw the solemnity and worry in each other's eyes. When he got up, Zhong Wenwu couldn't help but secretly look at Gao Wei.

Gao Wei was dressed in a neat dragon robe, and Gao Gao sat on the wide dragon chair, his face was very solemn. After a few days of rest, his body has improved a lot, but his face is still a little unhealthy pale, but his eyes are a lot sharper, revealing a faint coldness and madness. Rarely, Gao Wei did not bring the new queen Feng Xiaolian to attend today's court.

Everyone's hearts suddenly burst out, and the uneasiness in their hearts suddenly intensified.

"Zhongqing's family, at the beginning of the new year, I wonder if you can live well at home?" Cushman sat on the dragon chair with a golden sword, first glanced at the people at his feet, and then said loudly. His tone was very gentle, but there was an indescribable coldness in the ears of the hundred officials, which made their hearts beat for a while.

"With the blessing of Your Majesty, it is still fine." The crowd replied in unison.

"Alright?" Gao Wei raised his eyebrows and said, "King Guangning, tell me how you are well!" Why don't you tell you any interesting things to listen to with you, so that I can also enjoy them, I am very boring in this palace! Cushman laughed softly as he spoke.

Everyone's breath suddenly suffocated, and their eyes flashed with horror. In the eyes of everyone, Gao Wei's laughter was tantamount to a gust of wind, which made their scalps tingle and break out in a cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, the minister is guilty, please punish Your Majesty!" Gao Xiaoheng, the king of Guangning, stepped out and knelt down in the tunnel in fear.

Gao Wei frowned and said puzzledly: "What are you doing?" I just asked you to tell you some interesting things about the New Year, how did you confess your sin? Get up! ”

"Your Majesty, the minister doesn't dare!" Gao Xiaoheng didn't dare to get up. Cushman & Wakefield is obviously abnormal today, and Gao Xiaoheng can only behave more cautiously. Tianwei is not something that everyone can resist, and the slightest carelessness will lead to the fall of people's heads.

"Huh? It seems that you are really guilty, so tell me what sin you have committed! Gao Wei looked at Gao Xiaoheng condescendingly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"This" Gao Xiaoheng was speechless for a moment, he thought that Gao Wei wanted to beat himself, to directly admit his guilt, as long as the attitude was humble and sincere, Gao Wei's punishment could be lighter, who would have expected Gao Wei to say this, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.