The carriage stopped at the foot of the drunken wind building.

The regent walked in front, the swordsmith followed him, and Zheng Fan and Chen Daxia were in the end.

Uncle Zheng's mind is full of absurdity now,

I came out with a hum yesterday, but I didn't sleep very comfortably, and I'm going back today?

Uncle Zheng can now choose "no",

But saying "no" to the white-robed man was actually the biggest offense to him;

He is the regent, he is the "emperor", he is the monarch, he is a gentleman, and he is a constitution.

Moreover, from the position of the character of "Su Mingzhe", he has no reason to say "no" at this time.

Because he was originally sent by the master to give gifts and attend the princess's wedding banquet at the same time.

If you refuse, the character will inevitably collapse, and then cause a more extreme reaction.

Out of the corner of his eye, Uncle Zheng glanced at Chen Daxia standing beside him,

Chen Daxia still owes himself favors,

Uncle Zheng believes that if Chen Daxia is asked to use his sword against the regent at this time, Chen Daxia will not hesitate and will directly use his sword.

Because the regent is not a dry person, but a Chu person.

Even if the situation at this time is Qianchu and anti-Yan,

But if you really want to do that, it's boundless.

Others can talk as a fart, but Chen Daxia keeps his promise all his life.

So, he can draw a sword.

The problem, however, is that the swordsmith is right next to the regent.

Uncle Zheng had seen the horror of the Sword Saint at the beginning, even if the Sword Maker couldn't make it to the realm of the Sword Saint in front of the Snow Customs, but even if it was equivalent to the previous Sword Saint, it was definitely not something that Chen Daxia could compete with.

Even if you tie yourself up and count it together, it's the same.

Although there have always been rumors on the rivers and lakes that the swordsmith is actually a parallel import, and it is true that he can make swords, but he is actually not good at swordsmanship, but he is only blown into the position of the four great swordsmen, and at the same time, it is also because the four major countries should be one for each country, so he has to be pulled to make up the number.

Uncle Zheng once asked Yu Huaping about this matter, but Yu Huaping's answer was very simple: I don't know.

And then

Yu Huaping pointed to the broth in front of him,

Road:

"A cook who can make good food, you say he can't eat it?"

And

Is the swordsmith a parallel import, and what is the probability that it is a parallel import? Twenty percent? Thirty percent? Or is it seven, eight, ninety?

These, for Uncle Zheng, are of little significance.

Because what Uncle Zheng needs to face is only zero and one.

He knows kung fu,

He doesn't know kung fu;

Correspondingly, it is dead and alive, and there is no such thing as a seventy percent probability that the sword-maker will know kung fu and then Uncle Zheng will die seventy percent.

To put it another way,

If Uncle Zheng is the real loyal minister of Dayan, the real Tian Wujing second, and he can do anything for the future of Dayan, then Uncle Zheng may go directly to fight with Chen Daxia, and there is nothing to think about.

As soon as the regent died, the state of Chu, which had just been reunited from the rebellion of the prince, was likely to fall apart again, and the temptation was too great.

But Uncle Zheng is a person who puts his life first, and his emotional tendency can be placed on Yan Guo's side, but he will never put his own life on the same line.

The face is calm,

But my mind has been thinking about these things that I don't have,

The footsteps have been steadily followed,

The carriage was not very large, but it was spacious, and the regent and swordsmith had already gotten into it.

Zheng Fan had a sudden feeling at this time, glanced at Chen Daxia who was standing beside him, and then turned over into the carriage and sat in.

The regent sat in the middle position, the swordsmith sat on one side, and Zheng Fan and Chen Daxia sat on one side.

The one who drove the car was an old man, with white beard and white hair, Zheng Fan also noticed him when he got in the car, how to say it, this old man looked like a sweeping monk.

Where is the real driver of the car, with no stains on his nails and pantyhose as good as new?

And, outside this carriage, there must be many real masters escorting.

Uncle Zheng sat there in a posture of resignation;

alas

I don't know how Ah Ming will react when he finds out that he is missing again.

Xu was because of Yao Zizhan's poem, which made the nature of the regent very good, and he couldn't help but say to Zheng Fan:

"Mr. Su has been with Master Yao for a few years, but do you have a masterpiece that you can take out to solve the lack of travel with us?"

Well?

Uncle Zheng can see that the external image of this regent can be described as ruthless and decisive, and when he cleans up his brothers, it can be said that the wind sweeps away the leaves, but inside, he has a deep plot.

"The younger generation is clumsy, I'm really embarrassed to take it out and pollute the ears of the seniors."

The regent waved his hand and said, "It's okay, recite the product, it's like Yan people like heavy mouths, dry people like sweet, I Chu people like fresh, I always feel that there is no dish that everyone really likes, but as long as it is a dish, there will always be a group of people who like it that meets their taste." ”

"Then, the younger generation will be ugly."

The regent sat upright, showing respect.

The swordsmith curled his long hair with his fingers, but his gaze fell on Zheng Fan, obviously waiting.

Chen Daxia didn't understand poetry and songs, so he continued to sit there with a straight face.

In fact, Chen Daxia was panicked;

Because he knew Zheng Fan's identity, he was not the sick son he escorted all the way from Qianguo, but a general.

Chen Daxia has not read "Zheng Zi's Art of War", but simply thinks that it is normal for a general to write a book of war, just as a swordsman uses a sword.

Chen Daxia was worried that Zheng Fan couldn't hold back, and then he was also thinking about what to do.

Zheng Fan pursed his lips and exhaled,

Chanting:

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing...

……

Jiahe is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car, step through the sky and break the mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Yannu blood.

To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, towards the sky! ”

After memorizing a poem,

Uncle Zheng silently closed his eyes,

He thought that this poem was enough to pass the test, and in terms of meteorology, it was more magnificent than Yao Zizhan's previous capital governor's hunting words.

Poetry and the Taoist are the art of rhetoric, and the avenue is the presentation of the ravines in the chest.

For example, Yue Wumu's words and Taizu's words may not be too delicate and exquisite in the use of words, but in terms of weather and pattern, they are really at a glance at the mountains.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Uncle Zheng, he is just a copy;

However, what made Uncle Zheng more satisfied was that he was able to quickly change several places in Manjianghong to cater to the current situation, which can be described as extremely witty and timely.

After a long time, the regent let out a long sigh, slapped his palm on his knee, and then solemnly bowed his hand to Zheng Fan.

Uncle Zheng immediately returned the gift,

Because he was sitting in the carriage, it was impossible to stand up, and he was a little cramped, but Uncle Zheng's face was still just the right amount of shyness and shyness.

The swordsmith also leaned back slightly, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and shouted to the old man who was driving the carriage outside:

"Wine!"

The old man who drove the car untied the wine gourd on his waist and threw it in directly.

The wine gourd flew in, with great speed, but the swordsmith had no intention of catching it.

Chen Daxia didn't say he wanted to drink, so he didn't answer.

And then

The wine gourd smashed directly into the regent who was sitting in the first seat.

subsequently

A scene that shocked Zheng Fan appeared,

I saw that with a wave of the regent's fingertips, a wave of energy surged out, hit the wine gourd, and the wine gourd spun in the air, and finally landed firmly in the hands of the regent.

"........." Uncle Zheng.

I, your uncle!

Uncle Zheng is now a six-rank martial artist, to be honest, it is really not low, as soon as he takes off his official uniform and goes to the rivers and lakes, he can also win over a gang to come out, find a small town, and open a martial arts hall to accept apprentices.

The six-pin martial artist may be in the battle array, which means that it is gone, and it can't even splash any waves, but in the rivers and lakes or small places, when catching the right fight and fighting heads-up, it is enough to have a card.

But Uncle Zheng knows that don't look at just a wine gourd, but he can't do it so freely.

I was still planning in my heart if I could give it a go,

The result is good,

Just counted the sword-maker, but he never thought that this regent of Great Chu was also a martial artist himself, and he didn't know what grade, but he was definitely higher than himself.

Generally speaking, it is rare to have the kind of existence where you sit high and cultivate at the same time, after all, people's energy is limited.

Therefore, among the four major swordsmen, Li Liangshen is the chief soldier in the army, and the other three, the sword-makers are from a family, but they don't really care about mundane affairs, and the Sword Saint and Baili Sword are purely from the rivers and lakes.

However, nothing is absolute, such as the Marquis of Jingnan, who has reached the peak of his personal force, and is also a very powerful minister, holding heavy troops, and using soldiers like a god.

Therefore, it makes no sense that if you Da Yan can produce a Tian Wujing, he Da Chu cannot produce a regent.

And the children of the royal family or the children of the family, if they are really talented since childhood, and at the same time, they are willing to be ruthless to themselves and endure hardships to cultivate, and they will definitely have a much advantage over ordinary people in climbing to the height of cultivation in the future.

Uncle Zheng sighed slightly in his heart,

Right now

He completely let go of the idea of stealing chickens in a desperate fight.

And here, whether it is the regent or the swordmaker, they are all immersed in the artistic conception of the previous Uncle Zheng's song "Man Jianghong" and cannot extricate themselves.

The Lord Regent pulled out the stopper, took a sip of his wine, and handed it to the swordsmith on the side.

The swordsmith took it and took a sip as well.

The regent looked at Zheng Fan and said with emotion: "Daqian, it is really a place where culture gathers, Master Yao has accepted a good apprentice, a good apprentice!" ”

The swordsmith also said:

"Zhuangzhi is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Yannu blood; Tsk, this face, this spirit, this pattern, admiration, admiration, this poem, can be said to be a real battlefield smoke. ”

The regent nodded and asked, "Jiahe, it was written when the Yan people went south to Qianguo, right?" ”

"Yes, at that time, the younger generation was in the capital, and the horseshoe of the Yan people once came to my Daqian capital, and the younger generation couldn't sleep at night, and only hated himself for being useless scholars.

Therefore, I hope that in the future, the military and the people of our country can work hard and succeed in the Northern Expedition at an early date. ”

"Heroic indeed."

The regent sighed, obviously, he thought of the state of Chu.

Both the Qianguo and the Chu State have one thing in common in recent years, that is, they have both eaten deflated in front of the Yan people.

The Qianguo was beaten all the way to the capital by the Yan cavalry, and the Chu people left the corpses of 40,000 Qingluan soldiers under the Yupan City, as well as a pillar state.

Therefore, this poem is really appropriate for the occasion, so that the Chu people will also have a sense of substitution.

The regent spoke: "I hope that I, the Chu people and the Qianren, can work hard and defeat the arrogance of the Yan people as soon as possible." ”

Uncle Zheng immediately answered: "This is exactly what my senior cadres and officials want, it is also what the family teachers want, it is also the wish of the younger generations, and it is also the wish of my great cadres and the people of Dachu."

The Yan people are reckless, do not know how to educate, do not understand etiquette, it is really a country of sven scum, and the great cadres and Chus are all countries of etiquette, how can they be bullied by birds and beasts for a long time?

My generation, we should be strong! ”

"Mr. Su's words won my heart, come, drink together!"

The regent was obviously very pleased with Zheng Fan.

Scholars, you don't know soldiers, after all, since Great Xia, that kind of Confucian handsomeness, the entire East adds up to only a few.

As a reader, it is already my duty to be able to express my pride with poetry and inspire blood with lyrics.

Uncle Zheng took the wine gourd from the swordsmith, and he was not embarrassed to wipe the gourd's mouth, so he took a big sip directly.

The wine is very mellow, but the degree is not high, Uncle Zheng drank the wine, wiped his mouth, and shouted:

"Happy!"

The regent smiled "hehe" and said: "It's us who are happy, with Mr. Su Xiao's poem to accompany the wine, this journey is not lonely." ”

"You're serious."

Then there was silence in the carriage.

On the one hand, the regent is still quietly reminiscing about the full river red, and on the other hand, it may be that he is getting closer and closer to the other garden, and in his heart, other thoughts are gradually increasing.

This made Uncle Zheng feel at ease, he was really afraid that the regent would continue to talk to him, you must know that he was just an impostor, and if he really wanted to talk about homely things, he would definitely have to leak the bottom.

Carriage rocking,

It's getting closer and closer to the garden,

Uncle Zheng suddenly felt that he was going in and out too often, and it was really like visiting a kiln, so he went today, rested for a night, and thought about going the next day.

But when there were only four or five miles left from the other garden, Uncle Zheng suddenly thought of something that instantly made him nervous.

I have been in and out of the garden as the shopkeeper of the Fan family's bead shop.

The Qu family offerings in the inner courtyard of the garden have also seen their own,

Now I will go back with another identity,

Isn't it going to be exposed?

As soon as I thought of this,

Uncle Zheng immediately lost the mind to settle down before, and began to sit on pins and needles.

The swordsmith continues to drink,

As if he had caught a glimpse of Uncle Zheng's gaffe, he asked:

"Mr. Su is sweating?"

Zheng Fan immediately said:

"It's really a junior...... It's hard to drink. ”

"Huh." When the swordsmith heard this, he just smiled and continued to drink.

……

At this time, in the royal annex, a group of royal forbidden troops entered and took over the defense of the inner circle.

Whether it was the Qingluan army of the Qu clan or the private soldiers of the slave family, in front of the forbidden army of the imperial family, there was no resistance, and they obediently gave up their defense positions.

Subsequently, there was a team of phoenix nest guards who went straight into the inner courtyard, and the Qu worshippers, who had been guarding the safety of the inner courtyard, saw this, and they also left consciously without saying much.

Immediately afterwards, all the eunuchs and palace maids in the inner courtyard were also cleared out, and in the entire inner courtyard, only the four princesses and a eunuch in the inner courtyard were left, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Gonggong.

Zhao Cheng was still a little stunned at first, and he couldn't figure out what was going on, he had never seen such a complete change of defense.

After all, he was still the leader of the beggar gang in the mediocre city last month, although he was ruthless and tenacious, but the cultivation of the pattern was not something that could be completed in a day or two, so he didn't guess what this scene meant.

Instead, it's the princess,

In the face of this situation,

Just sitting silently in front of the dresser in the dormitory,

There were no palace maids around, so she began to dress up herself.

Look at yourself in the mirror,

She suddenly felt a little strange.

Of course

She knows who's coming,

he

It's really here.

……

The regent's carriage had not been inspected since it entered the Imperial Palace, and the Imperial Forbidden Army had already taken control of the key points, so the carriage was able to enter the inner courtyard and stop in the inner courtyard.

After Zhao Cheng saw this carriage coming in with such fanfare,

I still didn't guess which way the fairy came, but I knew that it must be a big man.

The common people of this era are not so sensitive to the matter of the private interview of the Son of Heaven, and there are not so many drama books to popularize, so Zhao Cheng didn't expect that stubble to be considered normal.

Zhao Gonggong knelt in front of the carriage, trembling.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted,

The first to come out,

It's the regent,

He looked at the closed door of the dormitory, sighed, walked past Zhao Cheng, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Chen Daxia and the swordsmith also came down, and the last one to come down was Uncle Zheng, who was not strong enough to drink and at the same time the stone in his heart was temporarily put down.

Call......

OK

was cleared,

Otherwise, I'm really playing off.

I've been dancing on the tip of a knife for a while, and sooner or later I'm going to have a heart attack.

At this time, Chen Daxia took the initiative to walk up to the swordsmith and said:

"Sir, can you give me advice?"

Chen Daxia is a simple man, of course, it is normal for him to do this kind of thing.

The swordsmith was a little surprised at first, but he also nodded with a smile, motioned for Chen Daxia to go to the other side with him, and said at the same time:

"Don't dare to teach me, come, show me your sword, dance a little more, I can help you see if your sword is used and you don't need to refine and change it."

"Thank you, sir."

After speaking, Chen Daxia followed the swordsmith to the other side, and when he left, Chen Daxia still winked at Zheng Fan.

Uncle Zheng was puzzled by this look,

I really want to understand Chen Daxia's "look at my eyes and act", which is really beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

After being stunned for a long time, Zheng Fan came to his senses, guessing whether Chen Daxia meant that he helped him lead away the swordsmith, and the rest, he could do whatever he wanted?

Perhaps, in Chen Daxia's opinion, it was he who accidentally pitted Zheng Fan, the Yanren uncle, into this Chu people's nest, so he thought hard about it now, and finally thought of a way.

But Uncle Zheng has long given up the use of force,

The coachman also went out after driving the carriage in, so now there is only Uncle Zheng alone by the carriage and a grandfather Zhao who has been kneeling there all the time and has not dared to lift his head.

Uncle Zheng licked his lips, reached out and kicked Zhao Cheng's leg,

Road:

"Pour me a glass of water."

"Yes, yes, huh?"

Zhao Cheng suddenly felt that this voice was so familiar,

When I got up, I couldn't help but take the opportunity to raise my head and look at the person in front of me.

into the eye,

It's Zheng Fan with a smile on his face,

Zhao Cheng's whole person was first a static,

Then his legs kicked, and the whole person fell to the ground with a strong buttocks.

Exclaimed:

"Mother!"

Fortunately, Zheng Fan's eyes were cold, and Zhao Cheng immediately stopped his voice, did not make a louder movement, and immediately got up to pour tea.

Before leaving,

couldn't help but glance at Uncle Zheng very sadly,

This horse master doesn't come to the princess as often as you do!

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