Zhu Tong's first reaction was: The little girl is deceiving people.

Of course, Ichi Yukimi felt Zhu Tong's thoughts, but she didn't blush at all:

"When I was thirteen, I went to England to study. Before leaving, my father handed me this jade plaque, saying that our ancestors were the sons of Emperor Hui of the Song Dynasty, who fled from Bianliang during the war in the Northern Song Dynasty, went to sea from Shandong to avoid the Jin soldiers, and later went to Japan. The father also said that the family has always tried to maintain tradition and try to keep the blood pure. As a result, however, the offspring have not been very prosperous. Three hundred years ago, a plague almost ceased to spread. A hundred years ago, our family insisted on doing business with China despite the government's maritime ban. The Kameyama clan of Japan became suspicious of us, and later wanted to marry our family and plot against the property of the Someiike family. My lord ended up marrying the daughter of a Chinese fisherman, which led to a tragedy. The Guishan clan bribed two of the four retainers of the family, and the lord was ruthless and destroyed the entire clan of the two retainers; Because that's why there was that hateful agreement later. In order to break that agreement, our family struggled for nearly a hundred years. Well, now I'm finally free. I'm glad sir. ”

"Zhao Xuemei." Zhu Tong muttered softly.

The name is so strange and so affectionate. Thinking that perhaps there was a royal princess in front of him, he was both proud and afraid.

Zhu Tong is now a little skeptical about the authenticity of the story about the family that Ichi Xuemei said, the jade plate does not represent anything, and history will never become the reality in front of us. Perhaps, it is just the result of the paranoia of a certain family senior? The tools that sustain family traditions by noble bloodline are, for the most part, more centripetal than the so-called faith.

For most of history, the position of the Han Chinese in Japan has been noble and substantial.

Regardless of the facts, anyway, Ichi Yukimi thinks that she has the blood of the emperor of the Song family in her body.

The little doubts that had been answered before, and Iike Yukimi was desperate to help him, not just for love or infatuation, but for some far-reaching reasons.

Unconsciously, Yukimi Iike's soft arms were already around his neck, and two red lips trembled and pasted on.

Her face was covered with red clouds, and two shallow dimples gathered shyly around her cherry red lips. The slightly green body twisted gently, the dress couldn't hide the wonderful curves, the smooth skin on the chest was snow-white and delicate, and the slender and long jade legs intentionally or unintentionally stirred with lust with gentle friction.

The hot blood rushed towards Zhu Tong Naojian, and the butterfly god danced feverishly, greedily swaying out of the group of ** encircling and suppressing the weak reason.

Yukimi Ichi felt the change in Zhu Tong, and trembled and untied her clothes and offered her carcass with virgin incense.

Zhu Tong hesitated for a long time, and found that his hand had been placed in an inappropriate position, and he was enjoying the warmth.

"Miss Yukimi, whether you are a princess or not, this is inappropriate. We all need to think long-term. ”

"Is there anything wrong with it, sir?" Yukimi Ichi was already emotional, and she was entangled.

"I'll take you out to sea." Long Xing pierced into her eyebrows, a little coolness to dispel the eager spring love.

The yacht sailed out of the dock again and stopped in the open sea.

Zhu Tong was still meditating on the upper deck, and Ichi Yukimi was sitting beside him, looking at him with joy.

On the lower floor, Hiroshi Kawanaka and Yang Hui sat together. None of them cultivated, but kept an eye on the movements above at all times.

A red sun jumped out of the sea level, Zhu Tong opened his eyes, and Ichi Yukimi fell asleep at his feet, covered with a thick blanket, like a kitten.

The sunlight moved slowly through the delicate skin of her face, showing the trajectory of time, and every fluff shone everywhere it passed.

For a while, Zhu Tong felt very lacking. Now, the original stagnant true qi in the body has signs of awakening, and the meridians from the middle to the dantian are the most seriously injured, and now they have penetrated.

He closed his eyes and examined himself for a moment, and suddenly there was a green air flow stored in the middle and the dantian. At a certain delicate moment, it seemed to sense an inexplicable traction, and the butterfly god had moved here, fused with the mysterious inner breath, and the wound here was inexplicably healed.

It's just that this kind of cultivation is fundamentally different from Peng Ma Gong, and the meridians elsewhere in the body are still lifeless. Zhu Tong knew that he was reluctant, and with this foundation, he was equivalent to recovering half of his ability to protect himself.

Zhu Tong took Jing Chi Xuemei's little hand and exerted it slightly, she opened her eyes and said with a smile: "Sir, you have the fragrance of flowers on you." ”

At about 10 o'clock, the yacht sailed back to the dock.

Ichi Yukimi held Zhu Tong's arm with a happy expression; For the next three days, all the time of this man belongs to her. Zhu Tong had already arranged an excursion by phone.

There are still a few reporters guarding the dock, and Zhu Tong makes no secret of his intimate relationship with Jingchi Yukimi, and even poses a few hot poses in front of them.

Breakfast is already ready in the dining room of the "Tokai Knight". Chen Yiyi and Matsui Heizhi went out early in the morning, and in the next three days, Matsui Heizhi and Xiang Lao will exchange views and reach a preliminary consensus on the future of Fuhua Shipbuilding.

"You're smart." Zhu Tong bit a ham and suddenly burst out.

"What?" Jing Chi Xuemei was happily drinking preserved egg porridge and turned her head to ask.

"I mean, did you plan it in the first place. First, use some shares to take back control of the family, then force Matsui Heishi out of the family, and when he is invested in Smith, ask Mrs. Wilson to buy Lehman's shares, and then you will spend a lot of money to buy Lord Hamilton's shares. You're going to drive the Matsui family to a dead end! ”

"Hehe, I can't hide it from Mr. Ichi Yukimi smiled slyly, which was a tacit acquiescence; "Why didn't Matsui think of it? He took a stake in MT Shipping behind my back, and he was ready to leave the family for a long time. He knew that it was impossible for me to marry him, and that the women of the Jingchi family could marry Japanese, and the men would marry women of Han descent. I'm a man of the Iike family now. I thought at the time that you can control Matsui-style life and death, and Matsui Heishi will compromise with you sooner or later, so the biggest beneficiary can only be you. However, Matsui Shiki also saw this, which is why he made that choice. Sir, although Matsui Heishi chooses to cooperate with me to support you now, it is because he wants to make a difference on the platform of Fuhua Shipbuilding. ”

"I don't like men." Zhu Tong was a little discouraged.

He thought he was shrewd enough, but he didn't expect that Ichi Yukimi and Matsui Heishi were more than one level better than him.

He once had eight points of belief that the poison bomb that almost killed him was from Yukimi Iike. The current situation is that because of that poison bomb, all the men of the Ichi family have been toyed with and caught in the hands of this little girl. She has just turned eighteen years old and has such scheming, in a few years, how many men will be played to death by her?

It seems that the old liar is right, money can make people crazy, it can turn fools into wise people, and it can also turn smart people into idiots.

At two o'clock in the afternoon on March 7, Zhu Tong and Jingchi Xuemei walked out of Zhengzhou Xinzheng Airport and immediately took a taxi to Kaifeng.

Xinzheng Airport is about 80 kilometers from Kaifeng, and Jingchi Xuemei set foot on this land for the first time, leaning on Zhu Tong's arms, greedily looking at the central Henan Plain outside the car window.

In March, the south of the Yangtze River is already peach and willow green, full of spring. The trees in Yuzhong are just beginning to bloom green.

Both sides of the road are lined with green wheat seedlings, and the northern countryside is not as numerous as the many waterways in the south of the Yangtze River, and the houses are more practical.

"This is Henan." Yukimi Iike sighed a little disappointed.

She haze the upper layer of water mist on the window glass and drew a Chinese character: Song.

Zhu Tong put a big question mark on the outside of "Song" with a circle.

At four o'clock, the taxi drove into the city of Kaifeng,

The ancient capital of Kaifeng cannot be compared with the bustling modern city of Shanghai, with narrow streets, old buildings, and the city in a layer of leaden gray.

Zhu Tong wanted to find a hotel first, but Jingchi Xuemei insisted on letting the driver drive to Longting.

At half past four, Jingchi Xuemei walked into the noon gate and was on the royal road in Longting Park, her eyes wide and her face full of excitement, completely immersed in the imaginary style of the Northern Song Dynasty.

The wide Pan and Yang Lakes are rippling with blue waves, the water surface is clean and transparent, and the nature is broad, which makes people's vision suddenly open; I couldn't help but immerse myself in the lake in front of me.

The shore of the lake is crooked, the fence is neat, the stone shore is refreshing, and the greenish willow branches are spitting out tender yellow buds. Looking around, you can barely see a tall, modern building. The water in the vicinity is wide, and all the important attractions are built by the water. And the water is so big, and the lake is so clear. It's hard to believe that there is such a vast water in the middle of a lead-gray city.

Ichi Yukimi jumped across the Jade Belt Bridge, climbed the seventy-two stone steps, and finally stood at the top of the Dragon Garden.

Looking back at the road traveled, the ancient capital of Bianliang has long since faded from the style of the former world capital. The former imperial courtyard has quietly become an ordinary garden full of tourists in the ravages of time.

Looking at it for a thousand years, the prosperity and prominence of 800 years ago have been baptized back and forth by the surging Yellow River, covered by layers of yellow sand, and quietly fell asleep, I don't know when I will wake up.

Although the name of the Dragon Pavilion is Pavilion, it is a magnificent hall of carved beams and paintings, heavy eaves, and mountains.

The glazed tile roof is splendid, and the vermilion gate is brilliant. The carved dragon stone pier of the main hall is said to be the throne of Zhao Kuangyin.

Walking into the main hall, you will be greeted by the statue of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty.

Jingchi Xuemei let go of the hand holding Zhu Tong, dressed with a solemn expression, knelt on the ground and bowed three times and nine bows in a very regular manner.

At this moment, there were many tourists around the Dragon Garden, and they looked at Jingchi Xuemei very rarely. In this hall, no one has knelt and kowtowed for a long time.

Zhu Tong felt funny, maybe what Jingchi Xuemei said was true, the world is impermanent, and it is not impossible that she does have the blood of the son of heaven of the Song family flowing in her body.

"Yukimi, why are you crying?" Zhu Tong pulled up Jingchi Xuemei, turned to the corner of the hall and whispered to persuade; "Do you think of those old things and feel a lot of emotion in your heart? If you were born 800 years earlier, the whole of Bianliang would be your family. These were all repaired later, and your old house is buried more than ten meters underground. ”

"Don't make fun of me, sir, I don't think about that at all. All I know is that I have returned to my former hometown and stood in front of my ancestors. It's a little sad. ”

Yukimi Ichi was so amused that she couldn't laugh or cry, but she refused to leave the hall again. Every detail consumes a lot of her time, and every sculpture makes her feel emotional. Zhu Tong bought a pair of embroidered "Qingming Riverside Picture" and said, "This is the original appearance of Tokyo." ”

Yukimi Ichi took it and looked at it twice, then threw it aside and said, "We have it at home." ”

"What's there?" Zhu Tong was startled; Could it be that the Ichi family has the original of this painting?

Yukimi Ichi no longer answered; Continue your search for ancient melancholy inside the main hall.

The original work of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is now in the Palace Museum in Beijing.

Since the Northern Song Dynasty was lost in the war, people have not known its true appearance for hundreds of years. On the eve of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the last emperor of China, Aixin Jueluo. Pu Yi was intercepted on his way to Japan, and now the original painting was found in a collection of rare treasures that he had brought with him.

Since that date, there has been much controversy about the authenticity of this authentic work. It wasn't until a calligraphy and painting appraiser found Zhang Zeduan's authentic handiwork by virtue of the age characteristics of a building in the painting that the controversy settled.

However, the voice of skepticism did not diminish because the painting did not have the seal of the author Zhang Zeduan, mainly according to an inscription of the Jin Man at the back of the painting.

If the Jingchi family is indeed the descendants of the Zhao family's royal family, it is not impossible to pay attention to the authentic work of "Qingming Riverside Map". The palace nobles, literati and artists of all dynasties have never stopped plundering and collecting the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival". The Iike family has always been low-key and wealthy, and their ties to China have been largely uninterrupted for hundreds of years.

Unconsciously, half of the sun has quietly set, and the water surface of the entire Yangjia West Lake has also turned into a pool of golden brilliance due to the afterglow of this reflection. The sun is quickly sinking into the horizon, the twilight is getting thicker, and the tourists have become sparse.

"Let's go, they're closing." Zhu Tong finally relented and pulled Jingchi Xuemei down the dragon court.

She also turned back step by step, reluctant to leave.

The silent night has just been immersed in the Dragon Garden, far away, the lights on the noon archway are suddenly bright, and the layers of lanterns spread over until the main hall, the Dragon Court is brilliant again, and this splendor makes the two lakes of Panyang brilliant. The solemn and solemn Dragon Pavilion Hall is brilliant, as if there is a huge court meeting held in it.

Jingchi Xuemei cheered, and pulled Zhu Tong to run up to the dragon court again. At this moment, it was like a world away, and Zhu Tong, like Jingchi Xuemei, suddenly had the illusion of "I don't know what year it is".

This delay is a lot of time. It wasn't until there were only the two of them left in the Dragon Court that Ichi Yukimi's stomach began to growl, and she reluctantly walked out.

Walking out of the noon gate, the noisy modern atmosphere comes to the pavement, the crowd is crowded and the cars come and go, and the inside and outside of the noon gate are like two worlds and two heavens. Looking back, the thousand-year-old picturesque country has been locked by the thick palace gate.

"Sir, how much do you think it will cost to buy the Dragon Court?"

"No one dares to sell it to you for as much as it costs." Zhu Tong had already thought that Jingchi Xuemei would have this year, and there were signs when he was in it just now.

"Not necessarily, nothing in the world is priceless. If I were to pay 10 billion dollars, would they be tempted? 20 billion, 30 billion......" Iike Yukimi imagined with happiness.

"Do you have that much money?"

"I can find a way to make it."

"Don't be stupid, it's a liar who promises you. If you want Dragon Garden, you must first buy the city. ”

"Surely, sir, I've finally found another target." Yukimi Iike has no intention of giving up at all.

Zhu Tong no longer persuades, persuasion is useless, this girl has set up a huge peak for herself as her life goal. In this way, people with ideals are happy.

They had lunch in Shanghai, and they were already hungry. Fortunately, there are a lot of local snacks on both sides of Yujie Avenue outside the noon gate, and outside, there is a lively night market. It is estimated that there are nearly 100 stalls, large and small, and the stall owners put up their own flags, shouting loudly in the local dialect, and working hard to attract customers.

Walking all the way, before he reached the corner of the street, Zhu Tong couldn't eat anything anymore.

Previously, he ate three skewers of roast mutton, two spicy sheep's trotters, a bowl of yellow stuffy fish, several soup dumplings, and a bowl of Bianjing soju; In addition, there are half a dish of fried jelly, half a piece of fried spring rolls, half a bowl of almond tea, and so on.

Ichi Yukimi also ate about the same thing, but she still looked unsatisfied, and she still had a bunch of paper bags in her hand, saying that she was going back for supper.

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