A round of red sun rose on the sea, and Feng Bao held a big knife in his hand, like a door god guarding in front of Cai Jiufeng's door.

When Ah Bao came in with breakfast, he saw this scene.

Cai Jiufeng had a good night's sleep, yesterday's blood gourd, at least let him sleep well, this night, the feeling that was sometimes like a blazing flame, sometimes like a cold ice did not appear, he knew that this kind of good sleep was less and less for him, so little that he could count it with one hand.

"Who's out there now? That silly boy yesterday?" Cai Jiufeng asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's the stunned young man named Feng Baozhu." Ah Bao put breakfast on the table and served Cai Jiufeng for dinner.

The legendary Cai Jiufeng Jinshan Yinhai, with a group of slaves, is inexhaustible in delicacies.

But Cai Jiufeng in reality, as early as forty years ago, could only be a vegetarian, and only Ah Bao could serve him closely.

Except for Bao, Cai Jiufeng would not consume the food and water handed by any of the others.

Cai Jiufeng looked at Ah Bao with gentle eyes: "Ah Bao, you have been with me for fifty years, right?"

Po smiled and looked at him with reverence, "It's fifty-two years, ten months and nine days."

Cai Jiufeng nodded: "Ah Bao, I still remember, at that time, you were dark and thin, little man, you said to me, as long as I reward you with a mouthful of food, you will give me your life, I gave you a bowl of rice, a pot of water, and you have followed me for fifty-two years, Ah Bao, young people nowadays, there are not many people who keep their promises like you."

Po's expression was even more respectful: "This is Po's blessing."

Cai Jiufeng sighed: "I still remember when I asked you, what's your last name?" You said you don't have a surname, so I said, how can there be no one with a surname in this world, you said you really don't, you were thrown away as soon as you were born, you followed the old man to grow up to seven or eight years old, the old man died, you were in the pile of flowers, you were beaten by them, bullied by them, the food you finally got was robbed by them, you were about to starve to death, alas, you see, fifty-two years, I actually remember."

Po lowered his head, tears of chaos rolling down his old cheeks.

Fifty-two years ago, neither he nor any of him could have imagined that this life would end like this.

Cai Jiufeng sighed again and said to Bao, "Go and call that stupid boy outside."

Ah Bao turned around and went out, and soon, he walked in with Feng Baozhu.

Cai Jiufeng narrowed his old eyes, which had long been dizzy, and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

Although he praised this person yesterday, but in front of the eleventh master, he actually didn't look at it carefully, old eleven, it was a jackal.

"What's your name?" Cai Jiufeng asked.

"Feng keep." The youth replied.

"I'm talking about your real name." Cai Jiufeng's voice was gentle.

The young man raised his head, his eyes were like cold stars, and said again, "Feng Bao."

Cai Jiufeng shook his head with a smile, his eyes were gentle, like all old people of this age: "That is, the old eleven, who has never seen the world, will treat you as Feng Bao, you are a soldier, and the official rank is not low, then the little emperor in the capital is really willing to use his blood, and he actually sent someone like you to be an undercover agent, just to deal with a person who is about to die."

Feng Bao's expression was cold: "I am ordered by the Eleventh Master to protect the general."

Cai Jiufeng smiled again: "Eleven, eleven, good, good, okay, you can go out."

Feng Baozhu gave him a deep look, turned around and walked out.

The heavy wooden door closed again, and Po asked, "General, why didn't you dispose of this person?"

Cai Jiufeng smiled slightly: "Old Eleven wants to be the one who has the last laugh, then I will leave Feng Bao to him and let him laugh enough."

Ah Bao didn't ask any more, except for the life and death of himself and his own flesh and blood, the general did not miss anything.

Since the general wants to use the eleventh master, then he must leave another one for the eleventh master.

This Feng keeps, it seems to be very suitable.

Beijing, Minghui Zheng

I'm listening to Deng Ce's latest situation.

Since those people confirmed that Brother Zao'er was lost, it was as if the world had suddenly evaporated, not only Fengtai, but even the capital was evacuated cleanly.

"Sister-in-law, it may be okay to go back to Beijing now." Deng Ce said that he always felt uncomfortable letting his sister-in-law and eldest nephew live in such a humble place, and the first thing Huo Boss did when he came back was to give him a big bidou.

"You said it was possible, but what if we go back and those people pop up again? I can't be left without a husband and a son." Minghui said.

Deng Ce thought to himself, what do you mean by having no husband, who said that Boss Huo is gone, and it is impossible for someone like Boss Huo to be gone.

"By the way, don't talk about us, what's going on in the palace?"

These days, Minghui is so idle that she can't help but worry about the emperor in the palace.

Thinking that she is a grass people, she has to worry about the emperor's affairs, isn't she idle and panicked, what else can she do?

"Miyazai? Banzai is still sick, and the Tai Hospital works three shifts, staying by Banzai's side."

When Deng Ce said this, he suddenly felt a little strange: "Sister-in-law, when did you also care about government affairs?"

"It's not that I care, I just don't want Huo Yu to find out when he comes back that he has nowhere to be an official, and my brother and I are still counting on him to raise him." Minghui looked helpless.

Deng Ce was also helpless, Boss Huo's little money, until he bought a few incense sticks for a few times, it was all spent, sister-in-law and eldest nephew, do they still need him to feed?

"That's it, Deng Ce, think of a way to let me go to the palace." Minghui said very easily, as if she said, not to enter the palace, but to go to the vegetable garden.

Deng Ce was stunned, his mouth wide open, and he didn't know how to respond.

Minghui lowered her voice: "It's that particularly unpalatable steamed bun shop, isn't it possible to go straight to the emperor's bedroom from there?" You can find a way for me to enter the palace from there."

It took Deng Ce a long time to come back to his senses, the bun shop can go straight to the emperor's bedroom, oh my God, is this something that his little five-rank military general can know?

"Sister-in-law...... Sister-in-law...... I don't dare, I'm afraid......" Deng Ce didn't exaggerate, he was extremely scared.

"You dare, you can!" Minghui looked at him expectantly.

Deng Ce was terrified, he went to see Ji Mian when he returned to the capital, but he didn't expect Ji Mian to agree and let Deng Ce assist Minghui into the palace.

The next day, a donkey cart drove into the capital, and a family of five was crowded on the small donkey cart, a gray-haired old woman, a woman in her thirties, two granddaughters named Zhaodi and Laidi at first glance, and another white and fat, but obviously not very favored little granddaughter, as for the name of the little granddaughter, nine times out of ten it is called Changdi.

In the old woman's abuse, the poor daughter-in-law hugged Changdi, followed by Zhao Di and Laidi, into a dilapidated alley, they were the residents who had just been replaced, the dilapidated house that had been killed was finally rented out.