Thirty-two years of Zun'an.

December 25.

The lazy sunlight is difficult to drive away the cold, and the winter cold is steep.

To celebrate the New Year, lanterns are hung in front of every house.

There are ignorant children wearing new clothes and running happily in the alleys and streets.

Recently, many people have noticed that the atmosphere in the city is strange.

First of all, in the tea house Accord, the storytellers who used to talk about the swords and swords on the rivers and lakes gradually talked about the story of General Zheng Haoran - "3,000 troops killed the barbarians", "General Zheng bravely saved the Son of Heaven and heroically crossed the Fenjian River", "General Zheng fought the barbarians with ten thousand people", "Haoran sang and broke the barbarians for thousands of miles", and the tea guests applauded, as if in the story of the storyteller, they saw the loyal martyrs of the past.

Heaven and earth reopened.

In the usual nights, the prostitutes came in high spirits and had other plans.

But when they stepped inside, it was no longer the evocative ribbon and colorful shoes, but a battle flag dyed red, and the word "Zheng" was written on the battle flag.

The decoration of the shop has also been transformed into a pair of tattered armor.

"The wolf smoke rises and the mountains look north,"

"The dragon flag rolls the horse and hisses the sword qi like frost,"

"The heart is like the water of the Yellow River,"

"Who can resist in twenty years,"

"Hatred is mad and the knife is heading,"

"How many siblings are buried in their bones......"

The passionate playing and playing, combined with Lily's mesmerizing singing voice, made all the prostitutes who stepped into heaven and earth feel as if they had gone to the wrong place. In a blink of an eye, they seemed to be on the battlefield thousands of miles away, feeling the horn of General Zheng and the Northern Shenwu Army echoing on the beam twenty years ago.

In the song "Zheng Zhong Serves the Country", when a generation of singer Lili and others sang together to "When the horseshoe goes south to look north", a group of literati and rioters wept one after another, crying and crying, both guilty and enthusiastic.

For a time, no one in the imperial city was any longer prostituting, and they poured into heaven and earth, not for anything else, just to listen to a passionate song "Zheng Zhong Serves the Country".

On the streets, the actors are using vivid opera to play the scene of General Zheng bidding farewell to the imperial city with tears, going north with guns, and bravely breaking the barbarian army.

The allusions that have gradually been forgotten by the world, and the heroic tragedies that have been forgotten in the era of peace, have been remembered and remembered again.

Unconsciously, in just a few days, the whole city was once again singing the praises of Zheng Haoran's tragedy, and singing about Zheng Haoran's deep relationship with the emperor.

Some storytellers cried and sang: "General Zheng, General Zheng, you were born in Daqian, it is for God's blessing!" ”

It seems that overnight, Zheng Haoran, who has passed away for 20 years, has been reborn in the mouths of the people and killed the second time in the northern conquest!

Talking about Zheng Haoran, it is naturally inseparable from Zheng Haoran's only son, Zheng Xiu.

There is a kind of rhetoric that quietly breeds among the people.

How many roads Zheng Xiu has built over the years.

How much silver was donated.

How many victims have been relieved.

How many people have been comforted.

Let how many people settle down and take root here.

How many once barren families are now full of children and grandchildren.

In the era of peace, the soul of the Zheng family was not there, and Zheng Xiu did not join the army or become an official in the court, but they found that the influence of the Zheng family on the people, Zheng Haoran's arrogance, did not disappear because of this!

"Then Master Zheng is good-hearted, the old guy in my family smashed his hand in the blacksmith, the old man didn't say a word, and carried a box of silver for the old guy to rest."

"Princess Yurun? Hey! I don't believe that old man can kill! The old Zheng family has been loyal to Daqian for generations, and the old Zheng family has never had a wicked person! ”

"Don't say it, that Master Zheng, he looks like General Zheng, with the bones of Lao Zheng, and the blood of the old Zheng family, I grew up watching Master Zheng grow up, and my heart is good."

Chef Xiangmanlou He picked up the new knife and sneered at others: "Master Zheng killed? laughed to death, last year, Mr. Zheng's chickens, chickens, ducks and ducks were killed by my Lao He himself, and he said that he didn't like to see blood. Master Zheng still felt sorry for Lao He, and without saying a word, he rewarded me with a hundred taels of silver! Who dares to say that Master Zheng is not a good person, my Lao He chopped him to death with a knife! ”

December 29.

The sunset slanted in the west, reflecting the horizon red, as if it was stained with a layer of blood.

The thick clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, pressing towards the imperial city, and the goose feather snow fell, covering the sky for a long time.

"No matter what era it is, public opinion is a very terrible force, because this represents 'public opinion'! I, Zheng, just lit up three or two sparks, and in a blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran's name is like a prairie fire, eliminating this cold winter snow! ”

Zheng Xiu was in Wangtian Prison, even if he didn't enter the people, he could feel as if the atmosphere of the whole city was undergoing silent changes under the influence of his Zheng family's scroll.

"Daddy, Daddy, I really have to obey you now, even if you die, you can bless my Zheng family in the dark." Zheng Xiu didn't know whether he was emotional or envious of his dead father, and muttered: "You let me, how can I be willing to throw away this ancestral golden signboard, how can I be willing to disgrace your loyal soul?" ”

"Unfilial sons can't bring you back to life, but at least, you can make your name remembered by the people again in this day and age!"

"Let them remember that today's peaceful and prosperous world has your share of credit!"

"If you don't be arrogant, I'm afraid you will forget, my Zheng Xiu has the proud blood of the Zheng family in my body?"

Close your eyes and enter the heart prison.

Zheng Xiu sat on the white bone chair, on the table, and the eyes of the three small avatars were closed.

The child's eyebrows are pregnant, the eyebrows are innocent, and the evil spirit is hidden.

Mengnan is tall and majestic, with the illusion of green mountains and green waters behind him, and he is a little smart and handsome.

The third incarnation is an old man with snow-white hair, dressed in a snow-white robe, carrying his hands behind his back, like a feather fairy outside the world, mysterious and unpredictable.

Zheng Xiu first moved his finger to the old man, but hesitated at the last moment.

Maybe it's not time to use the king bomb.

Finally.

The Mengnan painter opened his eyes, and a whirlpool was formed in the depths of the post station [Fengbei's home], the black door opened and closed, and Zheng Shan stepped into it.

Lonely peaks and cliffs, bare mountain tops.

The clouds are shrouded in mist, and the top of the mountain is like a layer of snow-white mats.

In the center of the "mat", Fengbei is still as always, adding firewood to the bonfire and waiting quietly.

The snow was heavy tonight, and Xiaofeng's body was thin and couldn't stand it, so she curled up in the temporary cat nest early to keep warm.

The wooden barrel in the house is thin in moisture, and the stove in the house is blazing, leaving three points of heating treasure space for the cats.

A mournful birdsong broke the silence, and Fengbei got up, ready to greet the boy.

The ink-colored wings flowed like knives, tearing open the snow curtain, and the mighty tall man slowly landed on the roof.

Fengbei was stunned, and was stunned in place like a sculpture.

Zheng Xiu used the incarnation of "Zheng Shan" this time.

For Fengbei, Zheng Shan is already a figure who lived twenty years ago.

But for Zheng Xiu, it was only a short month since Zheng Shan and Fengbei said goodbye last time.

The magic of traveling through time and space, the mystery of ghosts, who can tell?

Fengbei's reaction Zheng Xiu saw it in his eyes, and as expected, Zheng Xiu retracted his wings, stretched out his fangs a little, and said with a smile: "What about my son?" ”

Fengbei was stupid in place as if he had been robbed of his soul.

It wasn't until Zheng Xiu asked for the second time that she slowly shook her head.

"My son said, come here, you can find him, that stinky boy!" Zheng Xiu scolded himself in the tone of an old father, while explaining: "The old man never expected that his son was born and met the old man twenty years ago. ”

Fengbei still looked at Zheng Shan standing on the roof stupidly, without saying a word, his mouth opened slightly, and he let the wind rage.

Why is Fengbei's reaction a little strange?

Zheng Xiu originally thought that Fengbei would be moved to tears, calling why the benefactor was young and represented, where he had gone all these years, and so on.

He also specially prepared a statement to explain why his appearance has not changed in the past 20 years.

So far...... Don't seem to be needed?

"Ahem, since that stinky boy hasn't come yet, I'll be here to see you as an old man."

Zheng Xiu coughed dryly, looked at the stupid Fengbei, and said the theme of tonight: "Twenty years ago, the old man rescued you from that dangerous situation, and he did it easily, and there was nothing else to do. But now there is one thing, I need to ask you to go for the old man, my stupid son is not sensible, if this matter is handed over to him, I am afraid that it will ruin a good thing. ”

Feng Bei still had the same expression, and nodded blankly.

"Do you know Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the Imperial City?"

Feng Bei's eyes never left "Zheng Shan" for a moment, and he still nodded.

Zheng Xiu laughed loudly: "Then it's easy to do!" Old man, please escort my brother in robe all the way early tomorrow morning! Just escort him from Wangtian Prison to Zheng's house! Would you like to? ”

Feng Bei lowered his head, not knowing what to think, and then said in a low voice: "Feng Bei is willing." ”

"Well, thank you! From now on, you and the old man will not owe each other! ”

After speaking, Zheng Xiu hurriedly jumped down the mountain, ready to escape.

"Seniors stay!"

In an instant, the terrifying wind pressure blew the falling wind and snow back to the sky, only to see Feng Bei's right hand clenched, the lines of his right eye spread to the whole body, and the shadow behind him was like a towering mountain.

"Seniors stay! Seniors stay! ”

Feng Bei clenched the illusory long knife, and as soon as he swung it halfway, he froze.

I grass, feeling the terrible pressure behind me, the rich ghost snake was like substance, Zheng Xiu was so frightened that he quickly canceled the [iQue], turned into green smoke and disappeared in front of Fengbei.

Only then did he discover one thing, it turned out that Fengbei didn't use the ultimate move when he was angry, and it turned out that he couldn't help but use the ultimate move when he was emotional!

"Zheng Shan" disappeared in the same way as 20 years ago, the only difference is that Zheng Shan's clothes are well dressed today.

Looking at Zheng Shan's disappearance in mid-air, the wind and snow that were blown into the air fell again, and everything returned to calm.

Feng Bei stood in place.

After some time, the boy scratched his head and flew up to the top of the mountain from below.

"Uh...... My dad is gone? ”

When Feng Bei heard this, he turned his head reluctantly, and looked at the innocent young man with his left eye indifferently.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Goo Dong.

Feng Bei's eyes were strange.

Shouldn't it be discovered?

Fengbei is not a person who likes to ponder problems.

Sure enough, Feng Bei breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that Zheng Shan's predecessors are still alive." ”

"Of course, if my father is alive or not, can I lie to you?"

"Let's get started."

Feng Bei smiled and clenched his fists, and walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step.

Fengbei seems to be particularly happy today.

She was extra energetic from the start.

As soon as he came, the experience of Zheng Xiu's various skills increased.

Bang la blah.

The bonfire extinguished itself without wind, leaving only sporadic fires.

The idea is good.

But Zheng Xiu inexplicably felt a chill in his back.

He had a hunch that Fengbei would be tonight.

There will be a little bit of reluctance.