Thirty-three years of Zun'an.

January 1.

The imperial court did not say that it was a holiday today, and the civil and military officials were on time and early.

The emperor issued a decree in the early dynasty to grant amnesty to the world, and all kinds of taxes were exempted from 10%.

In the admiration of the hundred officials singing the praises of virtue, the emperor ended the early dynasty and retreated into the background.

A new year, a new look, nothing happened last night.

The fact that Yiren Fengbei was not only invited to participate in the Zheng family reunion banquet, but also stayed overnight at the Zheng family, spread quietly in the night like wings.

It was supposed to be a big deal, but many night guards pondered it, and when they thought about it, it seemed that it was not a big deal.

Not for the first time.

When Zheng Xiu woke up, he found himself lying in his room, sleeping alone.

I don't know who is so sensible, I changed him into a new warm pajamas, Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyebrows and woke up, Zheng Erniang brought a bowl of hot and sour fish head tofu soup soon after, and the soup noodles were sprinkled with verdant green onions, which could refresh and sober up.

"Master, you don't look very good, didn't you sleep well?"

Zheng Erniang asked softly.

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I had nightmares, and I woke up in a daze a few times in the middle of the night." ”

"Nightmares?" Zheng Erniang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked: "But are you still worried about Princess Yurun's case?" ”

"It's not."

Zheng Xiu denied it, and drank the sobering fish soup while hiding a little weirdness on his face.

He fell asleep inexplicably last night while listening to the chorus of four.

Zheng Xiu had a dream: the beginning of the dream was still good, the boy and Fengbei were galloping on horses on the vast prairie, running to a valley with birds and flowers.

Fengbei led the horse, the young man sat behind Fengbei, and the pony rode the big horse. And then as I walked, the dream went in a strange direction.

The young man smiled and said, "Sister Fengbei, I want to hug you like this and chase you all the way to the edge of the sky." ”

Feng Bei smiled faintly: "Feng Bei is naturally willing in every way, but Feng Bei is worried about ......"

Boy: "Don't worry, let's enjoy this moment, it's a good opportunity to buy a lot of money!" ”

Feng Bei suddenly looked back at the young man: "I like you." ”

The boy replied: "Ah, this! Coincidental! I also...... No! I like you better! ”

Feng Bei shook his head stubbornly: "No, I'm more!" ”

The young child's heart rose and he was not convinced: "I am more!" ”

Fengbei: "You can't be more than me, I'm full!" ”

The boy scoffed: "If you're full, then I'm overflowing!" ”

People behave strangely in dreams, but they can't control it.

When Zheng Xiu dreamed of this, he felt that he was about to be scared awake.

But Fengbei suddenly pulled the horse rope and stopped the horse.

If the front is a romance drama, the second half becomes a thriller.

The distant hills gradually turned into dust and scattered, revealing the gray abyss behind them.

Feng Bei looked at the young man, his eyes were cold, his long black hair was flying without wind, and he said angrily: "Who are you?" ”

She took off her gloves and scratched at the boy's face.

Zheng Xiu found that he had changed back to "Master Zheng".

The angry Feng Bei slapped himself into ashes.

Feng Bei in Master Zheng's dream woke up with a slap, and woke up in a cold sweat.

"Are you sick?"

Zheng Erniang noticed that the old man was wet and wet with sweat, and she suddenly approached Zheng Xiu's face and pasted it with her forehead.

When she was a child, Erniang checked Zheng Xiu's body temperature like this.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with it before, but now that the two were close, the smell of lilacs came to my face.

"It didn't burn."

Zheng Erniang was relieved, and asked people to quickly boil buckets of hot water to bathe and change clothes for the master.

While bathing, Zheng Xiu pressed his conscience hard, thinking about how he could have such a shameless dream last night.

It stands to reason that there is a day to think...... No, Zheng Xiu doesn't believe in thinking about anything. He thought carefully about the plot in the dream, slapped his thigh sharply, and understood.

Changing into a white velvet collar brocade robe, Zheng Xiu was handsome, stepped out of the main room, and went straight to the study on the side.

Last month, he copied a basket of works with the help of Zheng Wei's vest.

Among them, because the works of the great writer Ximen Bei rose very quickly, Zheng Xiu copied a lot.

rummaging in the basket with a strange face, Zheng Xiu turned out a book of "Wild Wolf".

The book tells the story of a woman who ran away from home because of her husband's anger, and encountered wolves in the vast grassland, but was saved by a wild man and fell in love with the wild man.

The savage and the woman rode on horseback, and uttered a line of unrestrained profligacy.

The later outcome is still regrettable, and the woman later found out that she was pregnant, so she went home and gave birth to the child. Later, the woman did not give up the wild man in the wilderness, and secretly ran to the wilderness, and gave birth to a child named "wolf" with the wild man, and in the end, the wild man took the child into the mountains alone in order to fulfill the woman's family.

silently re-read "Wild Wolf", Zheng Xiu had the illusion that his conscience was polluted.

Shocked by the great writer Simon Bei's literary power, and even more shocked by the story's rebellion, Zheng Xiu also understood the origin of his nightmare. Now Zheng Xiu probably knows that this thaumaturgist can have some kind of connection with each other under certain circumstances. Zheng Xiu called this situation "wool picking".

This kind of law made Zheng Xiu feel that the system of Doorway Thaumaturgy was quite strange, not so much a way to step into the transcendental, but more like an uncontrollable infectious disease.

Early morning.

After bathing and changing clothes, Zheng Xiu was refreshed and left last night's nightmare behind.

Early in the morning, many people came to greet the lord, and said with a smile, "The lord is rich, the lord is auspicious."

Brotherhood, Maid, Squeaky Bobo, Pinkie, Lily, Cook, Xi'er, and more.

They knew that the lord had always been generous, and Zheng Erniang naturally knew the customs of the Zheng family, so she had already prepared a stack of silver tickets, and the lord liked to wrap them in red envelopes and send them out. He said that giving money like this made him particularly arrogant. It is also a pleasure for rich people to spend money once in a while.

After scattering thousands of taels of silver red envelopes according to the custom, Zheng Xiu offered incense to the dead ghost father and his ancestors on the ancestral hall, praying for the blessing of the ancestors.

It took Zheng Xiu nearly an hour to walk down such a custom.

On the way back from the ancestral hall, he accidentally ran into Fengbei, Zheng Xiu just wanted to take out the red envelope in his arms, and the last scene of the nightmare resurfaced in front of him, making Zheng Xiu feel a little weak inexplicably. So Zheng Xiu took out the hand that was in his arms.

Fengbei is still dressed in black, with cloud sleeves and moon patterns, and long hair covering his right eye.

She was looking left and right in the courtyard, Zheng Xiu didn't see it well, it was too late to cut the trumpet at this time, the two were about to meet in the corridor, Zheng Xiu stepped forward.

"Miss Fengbei, did you sleep soundly last night?"

"Marquis Zheng has a heart." Feng Bei replied indifferently, and then really asked, "May I ask Zheng ...... What about Zheng Xi? ”

Feng Bei's left eye was full of regret.

I don't know what she regrets.

Between Fengbei and Zheng Xiu, there is also a certain information gap about the identity of "Zheng Evil".

Fengbei knew that Zheng Evil was Zheng Shan's son, but she thought that Zheng Xiu didn't know that Zheng Evil was Zheng Shan's son, and she thought that Zheng Evil had deceived Zheng Xiu, making Zheng Xiu think that Zheng Evil was his Zheng Xiu's son.

To put it simply, in one word: generational chaos.

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu understood in seconds, and he was relieved. Fengbei actually knows how to cover up for Zheng Wei, and there is progress.

Zheng Xiu casually said nonsense, saying that the child had a night of trouble last night and has not woken up yet.

Fengbei immediately asked the boy where he slept and wanted to find it.

Where did Zheng Xiu dare to let Fengbei go to find it, so he warmly invited Fengbei to breakfast.

Fengbei thought about it, and it seemed that she had a reunion banquet at Zheng's house last night, which made her have a better impression of the character of the richest man Zheng Xiu, and it was inconvenient to refuse, so she reluctantly agreed.

Passing by the hall, Zheng Xiu saw the orange cat Xiaofeng, and wanted to tease it a few times, but Zheng Xiu's approach scared the orange cat a lot, but Zheng Xiu was in front of it, it just rubbed its eyes as if it couldn't see anything, hiding in the corner and shivering. Zheng Xiu glanced back at Fengbei and was silent, this Fengbei frightened the kitten.

On the reunion table, three or two pastries were accompanied by delicate gruel. Zheng Erniang and other family members were already waiting here, and bowed down to invite the lord and the Fengbei girl to sit down.

During the meal, Zheng Xiu used the identity of "Master Zheng" to pretend to be inadvertently and asked about the case of Princess Yurun.

Fengbei drank porridge for a moment, looked at Zheng Xiu calmly, and after a moment of silence, said: "The matter of Princess Yurun has actually been ascertained, and it is not a thaumaturgist who committed the crime. ”

Zheng Xiu forgot to ask before, but now it is the first time he has heard Fengbei talk about this case, and he is a little surprised: "Miss Fengbei is so sure?" ”

Fengbei was silent.

"If you have any concerns, don't say anything."

"Nope." Feng Bei pulled his left sideburns behind his ears: "The assailant simply broke Princess Yurun's neck, if I didn't guess wrong, it was the people in the palace who did it." ”