Zhao Ji got up and grabbed my sleeve violently, and shouted softly: "Ah Shi, whether you recognize me or not, you are my daughter!" ”

A ......

His "Ah Shi" made me burst into tears when I heard it, and I never knew that my name would have such a sad taste when it came out of his mouth.

"Since Handan Jun knows my name, don't you know what 'pickup' is? I am the child that General Wu Feng picked up from the fire, why do you say that you are my father! Have you ever raised me? Have you beaten me, scolded me, taught me? You haven't even given me a name! I yelled and shook off Zhao Ji's hand.

"I have, your brother's name is Quinoa, your name is ......"

"Don't tell me!"

Zhao Ji's face froze in my roar, he probably didn't think that my daughter would actually deny him, and instead of kneeling at his feet and crying and calling him Daddy, he stood in front of him with a cold eyebrow and shouted at him.

"I didn't raise you. Wu Feng raised you very well, and Cai Mo taught you very well, so you should know that the person you should hate today is not me. Zhao Ji stared at my eyes, and his originally excited voice cooled down little by little.

"I know who I should hate. But what about you, what have you done to me? Linzi of Qi and Shangqiu of Song State, in order to take revenge on the Zhao family, you pushed me to death again and again. When you gave advice to Chen Heng, did you think that I was your daughter? If I die in the country of Qi, I deserve to die, that is, I am not qualified to be the daughter of your Handan Jun and be born and die for you, right? Today, you pretended to make me this meal 'Zigui', what is your idea in your heart! ”

Zhao Ji listened to my words, and his phoenix eyes were full of anger: "Your father is so unbearable in your heart? In this world, only he, Zhao Wuxian, is worthy of your birth and death for him? You've disappointed me so much, and you've disappointed your mother too much! ”

"Don't mention my mother!" I lowered my head, and the nails of my ten fingers pinched deep into my palm, "Handanjun, more than ten years ago, Lu Guogong Yining built a secret room for the Zhi clan to hold people who take blood medicine. This medicine man may be Ah Quinoa, if you can find him, you and I will talk about who disappointed Ah Niang! ”

"Quinoa ......"

"Yes, quinoa. Handan-kun thought he was dead, right? So all these years, you have been hiding in Qi State with peace of mind, hiding behind Chen Heng. But my aunt believes that he is still alive, and I believe that he is still alive. If the medicine man is really a brother, think about how many years he has been looking forward to you, and how many times he called you Daddy when he was taken for blood and meat! Are you worthy to be our Daddy? You don't deserve it at all! I wiped the tears from my face, turned and walked out the door.

Tears were in his eyes, his feet staggered, and before he rushed out of the gate, the man bumped into two people headlong.

One Zhu Yiqing, the Zhu Yi was knocked to the ground by me, and shouted happily at the Tsing Yi: "Hey, Chen Ye, it's my girl!" ”

Zhao Ji came to the Jin Kingdom, and Chen Pan also came to the Jin Kingdom. Zhao Ying is sick, the Marquis of Jin is dying, and anyone can come to this Xinjiang City.

Zhao Ji came secretly, but what was Chen Pan entering Jiang for at this time?

I was still speculating about the purpose of Chen Pan's entry into Jiang, but Zhi Yao had already sent someone to invite me to a banquet, and the banquet was hosted by Chen Pan, the son of the Chen family of Qi State.

As the sun sets, the crows sweep the sky, and the babbling carriage stops under the waiting gaze of the Zhifu family.

I stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the tall gate of the mansion under the silver-red twilight. These two black-lacquered gates are like the gates of yellow springs to me, and when I step in, my body will naturally be half cold. Fear comes from the heart, and I want to overcome it, but I can't overcome it at all.

Zhao Ying has gradually lost control of the Jin dynasty after the First World War, and the Zhi clan is encroaching on the power that originally belonged to the Zhao family from top to bottom. The sun of the Zhao family has set, and Zhiyao is only one step away from the clouds. And being remembered and calculated by people like Zhiyao, walking on thin ice is no longer enough to describe my current predicament.

Lao Zai couldn't see the fear in my heart, and he led me all the way across the long bridge, through the hall, to the place where I first met Zhiyao, the strange light room embedded with bronze mirrors.

The old man came into the room to pass for me, and I stood in the corridor with my hands down.

A green bamboo curtain.

Outside the curtain, the night is low, and the sky is gone; Inside the curtain, it is as bright as day, and the music is noisy.

Through the gap in the bamboo curtain, I couldn't see the figure on the table clearly, only saw four bronze tree-shaped lamps more than one zhang high in the center of the feast, the lamp base was not decorated, and the lamp plate was cast with a bronze hunter, and the hunter seemed to be chasing the beast fleeing for his life in the lamp oil with a sharp sword. The beast raised its head**, and the tongue of fire in its mouth jumped. On the wall, among the bronze mirrors, there are also hundreds of tongues of fire constantly swallowing.

Through the bamboo shadows, the shadow of the sword, the shadow of the beast, and the shadow of the fire kept changing in front of me. The firelight flickered, as if a fire beast would leap out of the wall at any moment, dragging the people in the room into the mirror to eat clean.

"Sorcerer, the head of the house is invited." Lao Zai lifted the bamboo curtain and looked at me with a smile.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the brightly lit purgatory.

Through the eyes of the crowd, through the flying feathers in the hands of the Maiko, at this moment, the master of the feast tonight was sitting on the brocade and whispering something to his son, and when he saw me coming, he raised his hand and stopped the music.

"Wuchen is late, please forgive Yaqing." I stepped forward and raised my hand to confess.

Zhi Yao sat on his silk mat with a red brocade phoenix pattern and did not speak, only struck the neck of the phoenix bird on the silk mat with his white gray index finger, and I stood with my hands raised and bowed in the eyes of everyone. I have avoided him like a fire for the past two years, and seven times out of ten I have not come to his summons. Today is coming, I'm afraid it's sad to pass the first level.

"Why did the wizard come today? Can't think of any new excuse to refuse my father's invitation again? Zhi Yao didn't speak, it was Zhi Yan beside him who spoke, and the young duck-like voice was dull and hoarse, which sounded quite harsh.

"Little witch is terrified! It was inconvenient to enter the house before, but it was really burdened by official business. He was ordered to make Qin half a year old, and now there is a southern suburb ceremony (1) ......"

"All right—the sorcerer is too late to be in trouble, and what are you talking so much about! Is it to completely ruin our interest? Zhiyao coldly interrupted me.

"Wizard, it's really a disappointment." Zhiyan looked at me with a wine bottle, looking like he was going to watch a good show.

"Hahaha, where will it be fun. Zhiqing didn't know that when he was scorching hot, when he saw a son like an icy man like a sorcerer, and then listened to him say a few cold words, it was really interesting and interesting! In the midst of embarrassment, a clear and slightly delicate voice suddenly sounded. I tilted my head slightly, and it was Chen Pan who was wearing a vermilion silk robe who spoke, and he sat behind a long case on the lower right side of Zhiyao with a smile, hooking a stunning musician in his hand, and behind him sat a group of Qi ministers who nodded in agreement. When he saw me turn to look at him, he blinked his left eye and gave me a wink.

Zhi Yao's eyes turned between me and Chen Pan, and said with a smile: "Chen Shizi is really drunk without drinking!" I, the Jinren Divine Son, am not a fan of the Yongmen Street of your Qi Kingdom. ”

"Hahaha, the sorcerer's jade bones are natural, and he looks like a god and a man. It's really abrupt, and I hope the sorcerer will forgive his sins! Chen Pan took the trouble to attend and salute me, and I turned around and returned the salute.

Seeing this, Zhi Yan was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhi Yao.

"Sorcerers, take a seat!" Zhi Yao said.

"Xie Yaqing."

"Let's have fun!" Zhiyan, with a tense face, doubled his hands, and the musicians at the foot of the east wall began to play the confusing music of the distant Dongyi again.

In the glare of the light, the last person I wanted to see at the moment sat with his head bowed, and beside him was the last empty seat at the feast tonight.

I froze, unable to move my feet. The boring, inquiring, and playful eyes at the banquet were all on me again. Luckily, fortunately he didn't look at me.

"Wizard, please take a seat." The maid set up the utensils and urged in a low voice.

I walked around the long case to him, and there was no familiar smell that made me miss and fear, and the pungent smell of wine came to my face with the heavy breathing of the person next to me.

Did he drink? Half in the bag? Zhi Yao is here, Chen Pan is here, how could he get drunk on such an occasion?

No, don't care, even if he's drunk now, he has nothing to do with me.

I thought with a sore and painful heart, and reached for the ear cup on the table, complaining that the somtender had filled the wine too much, and with a shake of my hand, I spilled most of it. The liquor snaked down the lines on the table and flowed towards him. I panicked, and hurriedly got up to wipe it, the back of my cold hand touched my hot fingers, he didn't move, and I was like a fire. The hand finally returned, but the eyes unconsciously looked at him. This look fell into a pair of eyes red by the smell of wine.

The owner of the eye looked at me with a frown, and my heart suddenly struck, and I hurriedly turned my head again.

The musicians swayed their bodies, and the beautiful Maiko danced in front of me with their emerald drums. I stared at Maiko's dancôme-covered fingers, and all I could hear was a heavy snort and a cough in my chest. Oh my God, how much alcohol did he drink, and how did he even get the bridge of his nose red?

The gaze of the people next to me made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles, and I felt that it was wrong to put my hands on the desk and hang down at my sides. At this time, a teenage maid walked towards me with a chicken blood jade chessboard that was congealed like blood and frozen like fat. Twelve black and white jade chess pieces and six ivory carved boqi (1) are exactly the six chess pieces that nobles love to play when they fight wine and money.

"Sorcerer, the head of the house invites you to play a game." The little maid held the chessboard and said respectfully.

"Six games?" I pinched an ivory carved basket and glanced at it, and the swordsman head behind him was already anxious to pounce: "Wizard—" He pressed my hand with a look of horror.

"Ah Shou!" Wuxian opened his mouth, and the swordsman's mouth immediately closed halfway open.

What's wrong? I asked the swordsman with a look.

The head wrinkled his face, and it was difficult to open his mouth.