Chu Susu expressed his meaning clearly and unambiguously.

Zheng Xiu understood.

Chu Susu couldn't figure out why Zheng Xiu insisted on going north.

The north is the base camp of Yeweiyang, and continuing to go north is tantamount to being the enemy of the entire Yeweiyang.

Her advice was to abandon the northbound journey and instead head west, to the desert.

Chu Susu thinks that he has expressed enough sincerity.

She even told the location of the broken building without the landlord's approval.

"The slave family hopes that Brother Zheng can consider this proposal, once the alien Fengbei falls into the hands of Ye Weiyang, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Zheng Xiu asked: "You really don't know why Ye Weiyang wants to attack Fengbei?" ”

When Chu Susu heard this, he was silent for a moment and said: "The slave family only knows that the alien Fengbei is closely related to Ye Weiyang's lifelong ambition. ”

"What ambition?"

Chu Susu shook his head vigorously and smiled bitterly: "Brother Zheng, didn't you think that the slave family was hiding and didn't say anything?" With such a big secret, how can a small person in the slave family know the inside story? ”

"Heh, you're not small." Zheng Xiu looked at Chu Susu meaningfully, and at the end of the words, Zheng Xiu saw Chu Susu stunned for a moment, then his face turned red and he took a sip, only to find that his words were slightly ambiguous, and added: "The implication of Zheng Mou's words is that you are one of the top ten leaders of the crippled building, and even you don't know the inside story, Zheng Mou is very curious, what is the reason for making you the enemy of Ye Weiyang." ”

Chu Susu lowered her eyebrows, trying not to let Zheng Xiu see the hatred hidden in her eyes, and laughed softly: "Brother Zheng, you don't want to know what Ye Weiyang did to us back then, even if Brother Zheng killed the slave family, the slave family doesn't want to recall the years like living in hell." ”

"It's getting late, let's get back on our way."

After almost resting, Zheng Xiuhuang woke up the flower monk like dust.

The latter rubbed his eyes in a daze: "It's dawn? ”

"It's time to go."

"Okay, the little monk knows."

Ruchen hurriedly got up and packed his luggage.

After extinguishing the fire and burying it, the three of them got back on their horses and continued along the mountain road by night.

When it comes to forking in the road.

Chu Susu stopped and asked meaningfully: "Brother Zheng, should we continue to the north, or...... Going the other way? ”

Ruchen looked at the two curiously, and his brows jumped.

Although he doesn't understand the affairs of men and women, Ruchen vaguely feels that between this macho man and beautiful woman...... There are stories.

When did it happen?

Ruchen scratched his bald head in confusion, puzzled.

Zheng Xiu took a deep breath, then laughed and said, "Continue north." ”

Hearing this, Chu Susu nodded lightly.

But his expression couldn't hide his disappointment.

……

The first day of February.

Imperial.

Even though the imperial city in February is still cold, you can look up and see the sky clear, and the dry trees are faintly bulging buds, as if spring is hidden under the depths of winter, which makes people look forward to the coming spring.

It was spring, the season of spring.

These ten days.

There are many people who have strange ways in secret.

There are ravens hovering over the imperial city, which belongs to the unique scenery of the capital city.

However, since more than ten days ago, the ravens in the imperial city have inexplicably decreased by ninety percent, which makes the people speechless and strange.

In the market, there are rumors spread from mouth to mouth.

"You don't know, March 3 is the Wei royal family's ancestor worship ceremony, and the heavenly lord can't get used to the black crows in the city, so he drove them away!"

"How can it! It must be the emperor's good luck that makes the crows dare not get involved in the big dry again, and they are all scared away! ”

The people only thought that the ravens were nesting in the city, and they didn't know the existence of "Night Weiyang".

Although the people have different opinions about the "crow migration", the people are probably more worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation, whether the crows can go, whether they can come, just talk about it, and they can't fill their stomachs, let alone become silver, and ten days later, the matter about "crow migration" will be replaced by other more interesting rumors, and it has become a topic of conversation among the people after dinner.

The words are divided into several ends.

Since the great writer Simon Bei received the funding of the Zheng family, it can be said that his talents are springing up, his inspiration is erupting, he is as productive as a sow, day and night, and has written several fiery books in a row.

He even accumulated the favor of a group of celebrities and princesses, and some people gave gold, silver and jewelry on the grounds that "Mr. is a wonderful pen and deserves this reward", and hinted that Simon wrote faster.

"It's hard!"

In an elegant pavilion in the east of the city, a middle-aged inkman with sparse hair on his head, a mustache, and a navy blue fur collar coat warmed a pot of hot wine, sat in the courtyard, and pondered for a long time.

The smell of wine permeated the courtyard, and the middle-aged inkman remained motionless.

He is now famous in the north, and some people privately call him "Ximen Wensheng".

Simon recently heard a piece of gossip.

It is a poignant story about the richest man in the Zheng family, Zheng Xiu, and Marquis Zheng, who met a Jiangnan woman Xia Yuhe ten years ago.

"The drizzle is hazy, Mirror Lake Yating."

"Twenty-eight years, green lotus paper umbrella."

"Poetic, everything is in plain sight!"

Simon closed his eyes, shaking his head and shaking his head, thinking that when the two heroes and heroines met, their eyebrows were affectionate and their hearts were moving.

Pictures were actively generated in Simon's mind.

It was a story of singing and crying, and it was a matter of regret.

He was a man of letters, and he wrote stories.

Just as Ximen Bei was about to put pen to paper to draft the draft, there was a knock on the door.

Simon was stunned, he obviously hung a sign at the door - "No Visitors Today".

As the saying goes, there are many people who are popular, he didn't feel it before he was red, but now that he is popular, he can finally deeply understand the troubles in it, which makes him love and hate.

Ximen Bei, who didn't want to pay attention to it, listened to the knock on the door rhythmically.

The other party obviously had no intention of leaving.

"Who's coming? Do you have an eye disease and have never seen the words left in front of the door? ”

Simon said in a sad voice.

"My son-in-law heard that Mr. Ximen Bei is erudite and talented, and he sent a thin gift, hoping that Mr. can appreciate his face."

"Xi refused to meet guests today!"

If you are poor, this door will be opened, and who will have trouble with money.

But a few days ago, the Zheng family's reward was enough, enough for Ximen to live in such an elegant and quiet courtyard, enough for him to have no worries about food and clothing for five years, and enough for him to marry a few more beautiful wives and concubines. Now Simon is sad, he regards money as dung, he has no interest in money, and he is dedicated to writing books.

Suddenly.

A figure crossed the high wall and landed in the courtyard, and a handsome young man, dressed in a white robe, stood in front of Simon with a smile on his face.

Ximen Bei looked at the other party's empty sleeves, where did he get the gift, and his face suddenly sank. But when I thought about it, the other party was actually in broad daylight, and climbed over the wall to enter, and he must have something to rely on. Thinking of this, Ximen Bei suppressed his anger, bowed his hand in return, and said calmly: "A literati who is ordinary in Xia, writing two or three things in his mind, is not worthy of praise!" Now that Your Excellency has seen and seen, there is no need for Bo Li, please go back! ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Simon hasn't accepted my son-in-law's small gift yet, and the little one doesn't dare to leave."

The handsome man took a few steps forward and stretched out his palm in front of Ximen Bei, his palm empty.

Ximen Bei looked at the other party's white palm, and couldn't help but sneer: "Xi and Your Excellency have no grievances, why do you treat Xi as a fool?" ”

The visitor smiled and shook his head: "My son-in-law's thin gift cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled, but as long as Mr. Simon speaks, this thin gift will appear in front of Mr. Simon. ”

"Whew! Boring pantomime. Simon sneered: "Promise." But your son-in-law can make Xi ask for a price? ”

"Done!"

The visitor stretched out his palm in front of Ximen Bei, and in Ximenbei's surprised gaze, the other party slowly straightened his hand holding the pen and motioned for Ximen Bei to write on his hand.

"Glory and wealth, high-ranking officials, gold, silver and jewelry, as long as Mr. Ximen Bei can do one thing for my son-in-law, although Mr. writes Mr.'s request in the hands of the servant, one day, he will definitely fulfill it."

Seeing that the visitor didn't seem to be joking, the smile on Ximen's face became a little heavier.

"Who is your son-in-law?"

The visitors' smiles grew brighter and wider.

"My son-in-law, surnamed Wei."

He smiled and pointed to his head.

……

……

It's night.

The detailed copywriting of "Ximen Bei was invited to the mansion by the eldest prince to narrate" was thick and fell into the hands of Qing Shisan.

"It's closer to March 3, and the undercurrent in the city is surging."

Qing 13 knew that the old man admired this great writer very much.

The lord gave a lot of tips to the great writer.

The great writer became popular because of this.

As for why the eldest prince would feast on Ximen Bei, the reason is about to come out.

It's just to use the influence of the great writer in the literary world to let him write some small essays about the great prince who touched people's hearts.

Throwing the thick copywriting into the stove and burning it to ashes, Qing Shisan leaned against the doorpost, silently smoking a dry cigarette, and listened to the laughter of women and men in the courtyard through the two walls.

"Come on, sir, you're chasing me!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Sir, sir! Bobo over there! ”

"Hee-hee! The lord didn't catch it! ”

in the courtyard.

The moonlight is pleasant.

"Zheng Xiu" is blindfolded with a pink silk cloth and is playing a game called "hide and seek" in the courtyard with four women with different characteristics.

The words are extraordinarily unrestrained and reverie.

There is a reward for catching hide and seek.

The reward is "Sir, do whatever you want".

Outside the Zheng family.

Figures dressed in black lay dormant on the roofs of their neighbors on all sides.

It's the night guards of the night.

They held their breath and secretly watched the Zheng family's movements.

The movement of "catching and seeking" inside was too big and too wavey, which made the night guards change their faces one after another.

Soon, "Marquis Zheng" grabbed a woman who was tall, had cold eyebrows, and wanted to refuse and welcome, and took her into his arms.

"Hey, hey, hey! Got you! This fragrance, but Bobo can't do it? ”

"Zheng Xiu" grabbed a woman, and without saying a word, he "poofed" the woman's face, and his lip prints were wet and shining in the moonlight.

"Sir, don't ......"

Bobo pushed Master Zheng away.

A man and four women played in the courtyard for a full hour before they returned to the main compartment breathlessly and closed the door.

After closing, it's another story.

The night guards who were in charge of monitoring the Zheng family, although they had no expression on their faces, they secretly gestured and flew up.

"Anyway, why do you want us to keep an eye on the Zheng family again?"

"Who knows? It's been more than ten days, and no one can stand it anymore!"

"Yes! It's so hated!"

"The life of the rich is so unpretentious! There's no fun at all!"

"Ahem! I think it's fun down......

"This surnamed Zheng is really good at playing......

"Shhhh Stop it! Keep an eye on it, let us keep an eye on the Zheng family's every move! Whoever enters or leaves the Zheng family must report it!"

"Yes!"

"Remember! We are only responsible for keeping an eye on it, and we must not trespass on the Zheng family, so as not to misunderstand the people of the 'Brotherhood'!"

"Once they found out, we went up to the roof and asked, and we said that there was a crime nearby, and we are here to investigate!"

……

Mr. Zheng's room.

A man and four women hugged each other with red faces and red ears, and entered the back of the room in waves.

"Zheng Xiu" started from the jaw and lifted a thin piece of human skin.

Under the human skin, there is Zheng Erniang's delicate and mature face.

Zheng Erniang pointed at Lily angrily and scolded: "Lily! How can you make the master's 'voice' sound...... Sound...... So ...... So ......"

She struggled to describe the "voice of Zheng Xiu" that Lily imitated in an appropriate word.

But after thinking about it, she couldn't think of any other appropriate words besides "Meng Lang".

Lily said helplessly: "No way, the thirteenth brother said that he had to pretend to be more realistic, and he must not let outsiders notice that the Zheng family was abnormal." ”

"Erniang doesn't have to worry, the more Lily pretends to be like this, the more people believe that the old man is drunk on flowers and playing tricks on the world. If you pretend to be an old man and read poetry and books in the garden all day long, whoever comes to see it will know that it is fake. ”

When Erniang heard the words, she always felt that it was not good to talk about the master like this, but she couldn't refute it for a while.

Jing Xuemei, who was kissed by "Erniang", has now regained her composure, she gently wiped the precious powder makeup on her face with a silk scarf, and said calmly: "That's right." The lord is now in a strange 'situation', but the thirteenth brother said that the lord had left an order ten days ago, so that we don't have to panic, everything is in the master's plan, let us wait and see what happens, and just keep the Zheng family. Erniang, you continue to make the master's business look like there are not too many ups and downs, let's pretend for a few more days and see what the master does next. ”

Zheng Erniang sighed: "...... That's all there is to it. ”

Pingping winked at Erniang, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Master, you should go to bed." ”

Zheng Erniang glanced at the vase in the corner.

She knew that there was a secret that held Zheng Xiu.

But the fourth girl said that she is not a person in the door, and it is not suitable to spy on the secrets of the master, which is also for the good of Erniang.

Erniang untied her clothes, lay on the bed that should have belonged to Zheng Xiu, smelled the faint manly smell on the quilt, put down the gauze tent, and closed her eyes.

"Let's go see the master."

The four women winked at each other.

Pingping saw that Erniang was lying on the bed, so she skillfully twisted the vase, opened the secret door, and entered the secret dungeon one after another.

The secret door opened silently, closed silently, and the four women locked it on the other side.

As soon as the door was locked, the expressions of the four women changed suddenly, full of worry.

They lit the oil road, and the oil lamps lit the dungeon red.

Zheng Xiu sat cross-legged in the depths of the dungeon.

He had been sitting for more than ten days.

Zheng Xiu at this moment, in the eyes of the four daughters, definitely does not belong to the scope of "normal".

It can't be reassuring.

No matter how Zheng Xiu left orders in advance, such a terrifying scene at the moment, it is difficult for them to connect with the "planned" in any way.

I saw that Zheng Xiu's skin was shriveled all over his body, and he had lost a full circle of weight compared with ten days ago. The black bulging veins covered his body like sashimi, and his face could hardly hide his pale and dull even under the firelight, his eye sockets were deep, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time.

If the old man walked out of the room in such a haggard manner, he would definitely leave even more outrageous bull gossip, saying that the dignified and loyal Marquis and the male son of the Zheng family were squeezed dry by the four foxes.

said so, but the fourth girl didn't have time to think about this joke at the moment.

"The old man has a black dirt on him again."

"What kind of evil sect is the master refining!"

Squeak hated and said, "The master must be sick!" The thirteenth brother knew it, but he didn't say it! ”

Pingping wondered, "What disease?" ”

"A disease called 'Fengbei'!"

“……”

The four girls took a closer look, and hurriedly went out to order someone to boil a bucket of hot water and wipe the body for the master.

"It's been thirteen days, and the master hasn't dripped!"

"Master, master, don't let anything happen to you!"