Wang Yijing has been in Xie'an Town for half a month, and he doesn't do anything every day, walking the streets and alleys like a street slicker, and anyone can talk about it, and say something rebellious.

"Hey, auntie, what do you think of King Wu?"

"If you look at it with your eyes, how else can you see it?"

"I'm asking you if you have any thoughts on what he's doing?"

"What the hell are you doing, young man?"

The old lady looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously, all the young men of his age in the town had been dragged to the palace to work, and he was as tired as his grandson all day, how could he have the strength to fix these vain things.

The strong men who can stumble everywhere under the noses of officers and soldiers are either those who eat military rations, or they have something to do with the one in the palace, no matter which one they are, they can't afford to be provoked by ordinary people.

Wang Yijing scratched his head, and said in his heart that this group of people is as if they are afraid of themselves, thinking about it, Lao Zheng is still the most temperamental.

Thinking of this, he walked into the restaurant next to him, bought food and drinks, and planned to visit the lame man.

Lao Zheng was like him when he was young, he was a Jianghu man, and he also had a tough nickname, called "Iron Leg Water Floating", it is said that he can tread water to cross the river, and he is a guard for the rich on weekdays.

In the most proud years, there was an endless stream of people looking for him to save his life, and the people on the road also gave face.

Many women came to marry this young man, he picked the best-looking Oiran in it, and gave birth to a daughter in the second year of marriage, and the gods envied him for a happy life.

Walking the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to fight and kill, after all, it is uneasy to live, Lao Zheng has a daughter, so he wants to retire, and plans to wash his hands after the last deal.

But this time he encountered a hard stubble, and he was broken a knee when he came up, and the man only took the life of the employer, but did not kill him, the rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes, because of the unfavorable work, he not only lost a leg, but also lost the net worth he had saved over the years.

The wife couldn't stand the hard life of a lame man, so she remarried a wealthy businessman, leaving her daughter to be raised by Lao Zheng Xin, who didn't want to just turn sixteen years old, and was looked down upon by King Wu and brought into the palace.

……

When Wang Yijing came to the dilapidated courtyard, a middle-aged man was sitting in the courtyard breaking buds, his long eyebrows reached the corners of his eyes, and he had a standard kind appearance, it was hard to imagine that he would be a famous Jianghu man when he was young.

The man raised his head when he heard the voice, and said with a smile:

"Sit down first, I'll finish this."

"You are the prince's father-in-law, and you have to do this work yourself?"

"The prince and father-in-law are not a thousand but eight hundred in Xie'an Town, and the people who ask for food on the street may be the royal family."

The man continued to keep his head down and busy with his own business, and after about a stick of incense, he got up and put the basket aside, limped into the back room, and when he came out again, he had two more pairs of chopsticks in his hand.

The two had a very tacit understanding, and they didn't talk too much when they ate and drank, until half a jar of wine went down, and the middle-aged man put down his chopsticks and said:

"Brother Wang, it's a pity that we met too late, otherwise I would have to marry my daughter to you."

"Lao Jia asked, Ling Qianjin doesn't look like you, right?"

"You also picked it, Yu'er followed her mother, otherwise how could she be favored by King Wu?"

At the mention of King Wu, the man was resentful again, and said with the strength of wine:

"It is said that rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, and King Wu not only eats it, but even pulls and vomits, making the whole Xi'an black smoke miasma.

Yu'er has not heard from her in the palace for half a year, and I have asked the relationship to inquire about it, and it seems that she is doing well. ”

Speaking of this, he sighed, "Actually, she is doing well, better than anything else." ”

Wang Yijing nodded, shook the empty wine jar, and asked casually:

"If you could see your daughter, what would you say to her?"

"I can't say anything big, I just hope that she eats and drinks well and doesn't get involved in harem battles."

After Lao Zheng finished speaking, the two fell silent, and after a long time, he remembered his doubts these days and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Wang, why don't you have to be dragged into a laborer at a young age, tell me the truth, are you a eunuch in the palace?"

“……”

The young man was speechless, Lao Zheng thought he had guessed correctly, and hurriedly said:

"Don't worry, I won't look down on you."

"The man with the handle is dignified, do you want to show it to you?"

"That's not necessary, I just finished eating, I'm afraid of nausea."

Wang Yijing pitied the other party at first, but now he was beaten up, and he lost the interest in eating, so he got up and said:

"Let's go first."

"Wait, I'll give you something."

The man took out a crumpled book from his bosom, put it on the table, and said:

"This is the cheat I practiced when I was young, and I don't need it now, so I'll give it to you."

"Ah, I'm afraid this gift is a bit big, right?"

"Don't pretend, aren't you looking for me just for it?"

"Don't talk about our friendship so vulgarly."

Wang Yijing said this, but he still stuffed the cheats into his arms, and his skills were not pressing, and now he had no cultivation, and he urgently needed a life-saving technique.

Of course, the premise is not to be shot in the knee like the other party, the one who injured Lao Zheng is a master of hidden weapons, it is said that it comes from the Tang Sect, which has long been defeated, and there are few such people in the entire dynasty, so they won't really run into it, right?

Out of the small courtyard, Wang Yijing said to himself as he walked:

"Did you hear what he just said?"

No one responded to him until he was halfway through, when a sigh suddenly sounded in his ears, and there was an extra person next to him.

"Thank you, Prince Wang."

The other party's voice was soft, but it was cold.

"Why don't you meet your father?"

"King Wu has decreed that whoever becomes a dead soldier is not allowed to have any more relatives."

Wang Yijing smiled and said:

"Either cut off the relationship with yourself, or he will break it for you, I really don't know whether to praise him or scold him."

At this time, he had already arrived at the market, and the young man had long since disappeared from his side, and he walked towards the inn, his face showing helplessness.

I accepted this gift.

……

A few days ago, the king of Wu found him and said that he had a big gift.

Wang Yijing thought it was a vulgar thing such as gold and silver, but he didn't want the other party to send a living person directly.

The girl's name is Zheng Yu, and she is a dead soldier carefully trained by King Wu, in addition to her skills, she is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

There was no merit, and Wang Yijing didn't think that a woman would not be able to sleep, so he naturally refused.

King Wu did not have a strong man's difficulty, but the princess mentioned it more, if he refused to accept it, this girl would be given to a half-hundred-year-old general, and the old fellow was older than the woman's father.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Yijing finally agreed.

King Wu does have some means to make a peasant woman a delicate killing weapon, and there are many dead soldiers like her.

Those who may not be so lucky, or given to the old man, or to the great eunuchs of the palace—in short, they are all powerful people.

Wang Yijing knew that King Wu would not give up on himself easily, and he might have to learn from Emperor Shu to visit the thatched house.

He still has self-knowledge, no matter how big his ability is, he can't be as big as Mr. Wolong, if he still gives his face after three visits, King Wu, who has always been gentle and showy, may turn his face.

Thinking of this, the young man touched his chest through his clothes and said to himself:

"Looks like I'm going to get on a thief ship."

…… (End of chapter)