Chi Chun found that the boxes and baskets that went to the south of the Yangtze River were all long-shaped, which seemed to be used to hold knives, as well as the book baskets, which should be loaded with knives, and the bamboo baskets divided into small compartments.

In short, it's all about the knife, or rather, about the knifeman.

"He hasn't been to Gangnam, he likes knives...... I thought I'd bring it back for him...... This kind of thing, don't fake slaves. Zhao Xiche rubbed his sore wrist and was annoyed, "I've been soaking in the stacks of books for a while, checking what things are good in Jiangnan, which shop's knives are famous, and which martial arts hall's knife score is eye-catching." I've never been to Jiangnan, I don't know, and I can't believe it when I ask the minions. I can only check it myself little by little, and I have been deleting and modifying it for more than a month, and now it is gone...... It's all to blame for not hiding it. ”

Chi Chun's heart was hot and cold, and he always felt that he was up and down: "King Xiaoxian seems to be ...... to his son Isn't it, Ah Wei is very concerned? ”

Zhao Xiche was silent. Just when Chi Chun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the young man's next sentence made her heart jump again-

"Isn't Miss Wei very attentive to Ah Wei?"

Chi Chun's pupils shrank, and cool air rose from the heart of his feet.

Nearby, she stared at the young man who was no taller than her, and the pair of dark glazed pupils, stirring the shimmer of broken gold in the May sun, locked her.

How did King Xian of the Western Zhou know his real name?

Even if Liu Hui is clear about her origin, but the two had an agreement back then, the vicissitudes of the past have turned into ashes, and only the slave Chi Chun survives in the imperial palace, Liu Hui is impossible, and there is no need to shout out.

Although it was not a very serious crime, after all, the past was empty like a dream, and Chi Chun was still out of breath for a moment, shook off the shell of the monarch and minister, and looked directly at Zhao Xiche.

"Isn't that easy?" Zhao Xiche shrugged, with the usual hippie smile, "You kneel around all day, every time you get up, you will definitely smooth the folds on your skirt...... It will be the cloth which I am used to wearing not having pleats. Besides, you have a Jinyang accent, embroidered chrysanthemums, and there is only one famous family in Jinyang with chrysanthemum as the family emblem, Wei Chi. ”

After a pause, Zhao Xiche was very unconcerned: "Is it difficult?" ”

Chi Chun blinked. The little virtuous king who went to the house all day to uncover the tiles had such insight, and he was not inconspicuous, if he hadn't bumped into it today, she would have thought that he only saw the words of the mandarin duck butterfly in his eyes.

It was Chi Chun's gaze that was more solemn than the young man's gaze, and there was a vague jealousy: "If the slave maid says yes, what should the little virtuous king do?" ”

Zhao Xiche yawned: "Are you annoyed?" I don't have the heart to care about you! The Western Zhou Dynasty and Kyushu are peaceful, rich in products, and there are too many delicious and fun to count, so why should I care about a group of remnants who have long been lost in history? ”

Chi Chun was stunned. This sentence is even more worrying than the one who just exposed her surname Wei Chi. A fierce man stabbed him in the heart.

Yes, the wheel of time has been crushed, the newcomer has been singing and dancing, and the old man has long been a drop of ink from the historian's pen.

"Yes...... The slave lost her temper. Your Highness forgives your sins. Chi Chun knelt down and slammed his head on the gold brick floor, feeling cold.

Zhao Xiche didn't call her up. seems to be lazy, and if he spits out words in a hurry, he is like a golden thunder exploding on the top of Chi Chun's brain-

"I remember that Wei Chi's family and General Dongzhou had a marriage contract...... Does Aunt Chi Chun remember? ”

Chi Chun's palms were tired of a layer of sweat. She knelt and didn't look up, for a long time, and gritted her teeth: "How dare you forget the words of the matchmaker of your parents." ”

After a pause, Chi Chun moistened his dry throat and added meaningfully: "King Xiaoxian is so attentive to the general, I don't know if it is the sympathy of the monarch and the ministers or other thoughts." ”

The corners of Zhao Xiche's lips hooked, obviously a brilliant and clean arc, but the pupils were as black as an abyss: "Wei Chi's elders have died, and the matchmaker's mourning emperor is also cold." My aunt is still holding on, I'm afraid it's out of selfishness. ”

Chi Chun raised his head suddenly, his pale face locked on the young man, and he paused word by word: "What does this mean by King Xiaoxian?" ”

"Meaning...... The same is true of this king. ”

Zhao Xiche left a word, and then walked out of the hall, leaving Chi Chun alone, and the shadow stretched by the sunset was unstable.

It was as if she had met the eighteen-year-old prince for the first time. Because at that moment, the cold air from beside her made her scalp tingle.

Yes, in order to ask for the knife for the general, this young man responded to the emperor's conditions, and he stretched out his hand to open his mouth from Xiaoyi, and he forcibly carried a sword and walked into the wind platform.

Like a hungry wolf out of the circle, more than 100 captives were released.

In the end, only the boy came out.

Chi Chun had mixed feelings in his heart. There are smart people and stupid people in the imperial palace, and they all stared at the young man to go up to the house to reveal the tiles, but they forgot that under this innocent skin, he had long been a qualified king of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

End of May. The summer rain is pouring, pouring half of the sun in Shengjing and half of the sky is cloudy, pots of ice come out of the cellar and send it to the imperial palace, and the streets and alleys are full of mung bean soup.

A romantic affair, but it made the hot imperial capital more and more popular.

The daughter of the Marquis of Pyeongchang had an affair with the great rebel Xue Gaoyan. The Shen family was banned from the ancestral hall, because the Hou Ye wanted to cover it, not to recuperate.

From the moment this truth was revealed, it was spread clearly, and no one could believe it, even when the two had a private meeting, the location was Yushan, and the details were complete, and the Pingchang Marquis Mansion wanted to call for injustice.

Privately teaching and receiving is a great crime of disobedience to the norms of the Western Zhou Dynasty, not to mention the famous family that happened in the boudoir Fan as a meal, and the great rebellion of the party members in the south was tied to the other end.

Imperial Palace. The Imperial Bedchamber. All the palace doors were closed tightly, the heat burned like a steamer, the palace people were screened out, and the surroundings were so quiet that even the cicadas did not dare to squeak.

Dead silence, depressing, closed, the atmosphere in the hall is strange, and the Yulin Guard, who is secretly surrounded by a circle, does not hide the cold light of the dagger tip.

Shen Yin swallowed her saliva and grunted, even if she had thought about it, her heart was beating panicked at the moment.

Shen Gui knelt in front, next to him was Shen Yu, the top soft couch leaned on Zhao Yin, who was still sick, Liu Hui was blushing, and Zhao Xixing was standing behind him, twisting his eyebrows.

There were only six men in the temple. Except for Yu Linwei, who was waiting for the opportunity, all the daggers were unsheathed.

"Tell me what's going on." Zhao Yin spit out a sentence, and his face, which was already sickly, was very gloomy.

Shen Gui bowed three times and bowed nine times, made a big salute, and knelt down with a body that was more than half a hundred years old, his knees were unstable, and he almost stumbled, but he couldn't wait for his whole body to fall to the ground, and the sound shook the beams of the house.

"Your Majesty forgive your sins! The minister deserves death, and he dare not refute it! I just ask Your Majesty to be gracious, remember the merits of the founding of the country in the old minister, and don't harm the two unfilial sons!! Even if the minister goes to the ninefold hell, he will also pray for His Majesty!! ”

Zhao Yin did not respond. His eyes drifted to Shen Yin: "Tell me, what's going on." ”

Shen Yingang wanted to argue, but touched Shen Gui's gaze, old, tired, frightened, choked the boss's tears, the white hair on her sideburns was sticky into a strand, her heart suddenly ached, and her head hit the ground heavily.

"Courtier...... Plead guilty. ”