Tie your hair, change your clothes, clean your face, incense, wrap your waist, and wear jade.

Zheng Xiu spent a cup of tea, and under the service of four skillful maids, he was dressed neatly.

Feng Bei looked at the eight hands of the four maids with different postures and who were proficient in blowing, playing and singing and touching up and down on Zheng Xiu, she calmly looked away and frowned slightly: "When you see an emperor, why do you need to be like this."

Fengbei has become Xie Luohe, Zheng Xiu has become Gongsun Mo, the two have lived in the cicada valley for ten years, and now back to reality, everything is different from Fengbei's impression.

Even though she already knew that Zheng Shan was Zheng Xiu, and Gongsun Mo was also Zheng Xiu, Fengbei still couldn't completely connect the bearded middle-aged husband in the valley with the richest man in front of him.

A sense of disconnection.

The chaotic time and space, and the experience of indistinguishable between virtual and real, gave Fengbei a thing called "sense of separation" in his heart.

Zheng Xiu knows very well, and Fengbei also knows very well that the estrangement between them will not be eliminated in a few words.

This is also one of the reasons why the two know each other well, have no secrets, and even have shared the same bed for ten years, but now they have not been able to completely pierce the thin layer of window paper when they return to reality.

If it weren't for Zheng Shan, if it weren't for the experience in the cannibal painting, Fengbei and Zheng Xiu belonged to two worlds, two parallel lines with their own paths, and would never intersect.

"After all, that's the Emperor."

Zheng Xiu didn't feel any apprehension or uneasiness in his heart, but only the relief of "it's finally here".

These days, the threshold of his Zheng family has almost been broken by big and small officials, they may have received some rumors, and now that the emperor is here, this may be the reason why the officials come to pull the relationship.

Walking out of the door, Qing 13 smoked dry cigarettes in front of the arch of the main courtyard.

He looked at Zheng Xiu.

Ji Hongrong sat on the wall with her legs crossed.

Their faces were gloomy.

As the saying goes, if you don't have anything to do, you can't go to the Three Treasures Palace, and the emperor's low-key private visit is not a good thing for them.

"People with secret departments are hidden around the Zheng Mansion."

Qing 13 said.

"It's okay, the emperor must have something important to do when he comes here to see me."

Qing Thirteen understood, hesitated for a few seconds, whistled a few times, and let the brothers who were secretly fighting with the secret department retreat.

On the roof, shadows flickered, flashing one after another.

The Brotherhood is elusive, and so is the Secret Ministry.

"Secret ...... Secret Factory."

Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered the "rivers and lakes" that were annihilated in history two hundred years ago, and remembered those chivalrous men with a free and easy temperament, and inexplicably felt a little melancholy and sighs.

Qing 13 stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Xiu's hand and gestured a few words between his palms.

Zheng Xiu nodded and walked towards the door.

Fengbei followed silently, followed a few steps, and Zheng Xiu had a black line: "Don't make trouble, it's not a conflict with the emperor, what are you going to do?" Did you make a move?"

Zheng Xiu's face stiffened: "This is outside."

The implication is that you have to listen to me from the outside.

In the room, you can do whatever you want.

"Meow!"

The chubby orange cat jumped out of the flowers on the side, jumped on Feng Bei's shoulder and stood up, his eyes wide, looking at Zheng Xiu.

"Look, Xiao Feng Meow thinks so too."

"Okay."

Although Fengbei wondered why the emperor suddenly visited, Zheng Xiu said here, Fengbei could only reluctantly agree.

One person and one cat watched Zheng Xiu walk away.

Zheng Xiu pushed open the heavy door of the house alone.

A canopy chariot was parked, and the coachman, dressed plainly and with bulging shoulders, had his legs on the horse's buttocks, and his head was bowed and he did not say a word. A beautiful maid in a goose-yellow dress stood quietly beside the chariot: "Please Hou Ye, enter the car for a while."

The street in front of the door was empty, presumably before the emperor went out on patrol, and made arrangements in advance.

"Loyal martyr Marquis Zheng Xiu, I have seen the saint."

Zheng Xiuchao hid behind the curtain of Wei Yangzun

Arch your hand.

Others he may remember Mohu, but he remembers the matter of "the loyal martyr does not need to kneel when he sees the emperor".

"Excuse me."

The maidservant opened the curtain for Zheng Xiu, and Zheng Xiu did not hesitate and got into the carriage.

Wei Yangzun was wearing a navy blue robe, holding a folding fan, and wearing a small hat inlaid with jade melon skin, sitting on the side of the carriage with a bold face, his eyes were bright and bright. This appearance made Zheng Xiu almost couldn't hold back his laughter - because this costume somehow reminded Zheng Xiu of a rich man who went out in disguise to collect wind and drink flowers.

"Marquis Zhonglie, how are you doing lately?"

Unexpectedly, the first thing Wei Yangzun said was to care about Zheng Xiu's body. Obviously, Zheng Xiu's "serious illness" a few days ago caused a stir in the city, and it fell into the ears of the emperor.

Zheng Xiu made a look of gratitude: "Thanks to the concern of the saint, the loyal martyr is grateful. Now, it's all right."

Wei Yangzun showed a rare humane smile, and reprimanded half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You, you don't need to pretend to grovel in front of me, your temperament is exactly the same as your father's, you eat soft and not hard. Besides, when your father was alive, he fought with me on the battlefield and had a lifelong friendship. Now that you and I are not in the court, you are my juniors, so there is no need to be too restrained."

Well?

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly burst. Is this playing the emotional card?

While pondering the emperor's thoughts, Zheng Xiu leaned back, leaned back on the soft lying back, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and said with a smile: "Then the loyal martyr Marquis will obey the holy decree."

The emperor said this at a high level, Zheng Xiu had to listen to him, and he couldn't be too restrained, so he changed his posture. But he can't be unrestrained, and he regards the power of the emperor as nothing, so he doesn't seem to take the emperor seriously.

Wei Yangzun saw that Zheng Xiu had only changed his movements slightly, so he guessed Zheng Xiu's careful thoughts, and scolded with a smile: "You little clever ghost."

The emperor seemed to be in a good mood.

But the more the emperor was like this, Zheng Xiu felt that things were not good.

Next, Wei Yangzun asked about Zheng Xiu's business as if he was really an elder who had come to visit relatives, and even talked about the drought and flood that occurred in the south not long ago due to heavy rains. Zheng Xiu immediately said that he would donate money for disaster relief, and he never frowned when it came to spending money.

"Very good."

The Emperor smiled and nodded. did not refuse the kindness of the richest man.

"Although you are rich in the world, you still have the people in your heart, which is rare and valuable. Your reputation has long been known to the whole world."

Zheng Xiu hurriedly added: "No, the Marquis of Zhonglie intends that the disaster relief money will be donated in the name of the saint."

"Yes."

The emperor nodded calmly again, unfazed.

The two of them were playing Tai Chi in the carriage, and it was painless. The emperor knew that this amount of money was not a matter for Zheng Xiu, and Zheng Xiu's heart was also open, and what he said earlier was not a matter at all.

After the disaster relief was finished, there was silence in the carriage for a while.

Neither the emperor nor the Marquis of Zhonglie spoke.

Zheng Xiu was waiting.

After being silent for a while, Wei Yangzun smiled and said, "What do you think of the night lord of the night?"

Here it comes!

Zheng Xiu's eyes shrank, the emperor actually came to visit for the matter of Ye Weiyang?

Did he know that he was fighting with Ye Weiyang?

Also, Fengbei and the monk entered the city, although they concealed the officers and soldiers, they may not be able to hide from Lao Wei.

Fengbei was chased and killed by Ye Weiyang outside, and the movement was so big that it was impossible to completely hide it.

It's just that how much does Lao Wei know?

Suddenly, Zheng Xiu's thoughts were racing, but there was a puzzled look on his face: "Night Lord? I have heard of it, but I have not seen it."

"Oh?"

The emperor's gaze froze, and his back was erected. At this moment, Wei Yangzun, who was still like Zheng Xiu's elder in front of him, once again became the emperor who held the power of countless lives and kills. The majesty of the emperor leaked a little, causing the air in the carriage to freeze suddenly, as if an invisible hand was pinching Zheng Xiu's neck.

"Mysterious."

emperor

When the king asks, there will be an answer. Zheng Xiu's previous sentence was not an answer, so the emperor let out a light "oh". It wasn't until Zheng Xiu answered the word "mysterious" that Wei Yangzun's straight back crest bent again and sat back on the cushion.

He closed his eyes and said in a calm tone, "Yes, mysterious. This man is always elusive, he always appears in front of me as a puppet, and I have not seen him in his true face for twenty years."

"I don't even know if he's alive or where he is now."

Zheng Xiu was silent.

Silence is golden at this point.

"But, it's because of him that Daqian has enjoyed peace for twenty years."

The Emperor sighed, reopened his eyes, and looked at Zheng Xiu: "The raven is dead, can it have anything to do with you?"

Zheng Xiu's brows jumped.

It's always coming.

This is not so much a question as a rhetorical question.

Zheng Xiu's hairs stood on end, and when he was thinking about how to answer, Lao Wei smiled and waved his hand: "I said, you are not a courtier, and I am not wearing a dragon robe now, so you don't need to be restrained. It makes no difference to me whether you answer this question or not, it's just one more question. If you don't answer, don't hesitate!"

Zheng Xiu's silence seemed to be an "answer". In the face of Zheng Xiu's silence, Wei Yangzun did not show the slightest displeasure, but chattered and talked more and more.

"Over the years, I've watched you make a fortune little by little."

"You use many novel means to accumulate wealth, but you know how to measure and take it in a proper way."

"There was once one of my cronies who told me in the middle of the night that your Zheng family's wealth had exceeded imagination, and he was afraid that I would not know about your small movements, and I was afraid that I would gradually fatten up your Menghu."

"I say, I have never been afraid of those who are greedy for money. Later, I sent him to the frontier."

"Later, I watched you co-opt the down-and-out masters and take them for your own use. You Zheng have a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and you are getting bigger and bigger. At this time, someone admonished, saying, "The Zheng family is a troubled tiger, and it should not be kept", hehe, in the end, I gave him a cup of poisonous wine, and promised his family ten generations of wealth, food and clothing."

Wei Yangzun used the calmest words to describe the "preference" for Zheng Xiu in the past few years, but it was only from the emperor's preference, not everyone was blessed and emaciated, just these two paragraphs, and countless lives were taken in.

Zheng Xiu looked at Wei Yangzun in surprise, he never knew these things. For a moment, he suspected that Wei Yangzun had fabricated these two things in order to play the emotional card, but he soon abandoned this stupid idea, and in his impression, Wei Yangzun was an emperor who disdained to play such a despicable trick to win people's hearts.

"I, appreciate your benevolence, your wisdom, and your proportion. When your father died on the battlefield, you were left alone, and I was uneasy. So I swore in my heart twenty years ago that even if you grow up to be a gentleman, I will find a way to make you the most arrogant and domineering child. But no one expected that in the end, you would become what your father wanted you to be."

Zheng Xiu didn't know what to say for a while.

Because, he vaguely sensed that when Wei Yangzun said this, the cause and effect were linked, and what he wanted him to do.

Every time Wei Yangzun met Zheng Xiu, he talked a lot. Zheng Xiu's deepest impression of Wei Yangzun was the "Three Questions of the Emperor" issued by the dying emperor in front of the prison camp in an unwilling tone before the drastic changes in the world line. Even after a hundred years, that incident is still vivid, and Zheng Xiu will never forget it.

Today's emperor, the dragon spirit and tiger, the majesty exuded between his words made Zheng Xiu, who had penetrated into the painter's door, vaguely feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

"The Night Lord is gone."

"But I never really believed in him."

"Twenty years ago, the Northern Barbarians invaded again, and he made great contributions to that long war. I thought the world was peaceful, but suddenly there were many strange forces in the world. It's still him, who takes the initiative to stand up and share my worries."

"You may ask, why do I use him yet when I don't believe him? And allow him to be independent of the six ministries?"

"Hehe, it's very simple, I use it

People, you don't need to believe, as long as you can use it, then you can use it."

"Recently, in the compromises presented in various places, there have been frequent tricks, but tonight Weiyang is like a plate of scattered sand."

"Word Eaters, Water Ghosts, Fox Fairies, Ghost Brides, Ten Thousand Empty Graves, Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night...... Do you know that these days it is ridiculous and pathetic to look at the demons that are full of twists and turns! It was as if I had heard the wails of the people in the north and south of the country, but I could not do anything about it."

"I vaguely sensed why the man had disappeared for no apparent reason." A second ago, Wei Yangzun was still as calm as water when he spoke, but suddenly, two lines of anger like substance burst out from his eyes, and the curtain that hung down shook violently and made a loud noise.

"He's back in the shadows, as if laughing at my powerlessness!"

"I can't live without him?"

"I can't miss him?"

"Am I not worthy to be the king of the Great Qianguo?"

"Am I not the true Son?"

Wei Yangzun asked four questions in a row for the last time, and it was not Zheng Xiu who asked, but himself. Every time he asked, the curtain flicked, and again, and the curtain flicked again. A small white hand reached out from the outside and gently tugged at the curtain.

"Please calm the wrath of the Holy One."

The maidservant said softly.

The anger in Wei Yangzun's eyes dissipated without a trace in an instant, and a surging smile resurfaced on his face, and he looked at Zheng Xiu deeply: "Someone has to do his business for me. Just for the sake of peace in the world."

"It's late at night, and I'm asleep. I need someone to take care of the world for me at night, to be the master of the night, the "king" of the night."

Zheng Xiu listened, and he understood that the "king" in Wei Yangzun's mouth naturally did not mean the "emperor" who was in conflict with him. It refers to the "prince" in the title of "king, duke, marquis, uncle, son, and male".

Zheng Xiu smiled wryly, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Wei Yangzun closed his eyes, waved his hand tiredly, and sighed lightly: "I'm old, people, I like to talk when I'm old. If you don't like to hear it, come back and say less. You have just recovered from a serious illness, and it is not advisable to stay outside for a long time, so go back."

Zheng Xiu stepped out of the carriage.

Wei Yangzun's hand suddenly stretched out from the curtain, and he pointed to the beautiful maidservant: "This girl, if you see it, let her serve you...... If you don't like it, do with it."

When the maid in the yellow dress heard this, her delicate body stiffened slightly, but she knelt down in front of Zheng Xiu without any complaints, raised her head, and tried to let Zheng Xiu see her appearance clearly, and her eyes were not shocked: "Slave Yin Qingqing, I have seen Master Hou. The slave and maid are still virgins, and I hope the marquis will not give up."

When speaking, Yin Qingqing's beautiful eyes could not hide the look of pleading.

Zheng Xiu's heart was mixed for a while, but he still happily threw his hand towards the chariot: "Into the eyes! Thank you, Holy Lord, for your reward!"

"Good! Go back to the palace!"

The coachman winked at Zheng Xiu with a smile: "If your father had half of you back then, why should you let the only son of the Zheng family pass it alone? Hahaha!"

The canopy chariot rode away from this place.

chatted with the emperor at home, and was given a woman, and it was a great joy to have a feast for a few days and worship the ancestors and repay their vows for someone else. But Zheng Xiu took Yin Qingqing back to Zheng's house, and when he closed the door, his face became bitter.

"You stand at the door, don't come in."

Zheng Xiu pointed to an open space next to the gate and said to Yin Qingqing.

Yin Qingqing's expression was calm, and she bowed: "Yes, master."

She quickly adapted to her new identity.

Hurriedly returning to the compound, a group of people were already waiting nervously.

As soon as Zheng Xiu came, Qing 13 and Fengbei took the lead to catch up, and Fengbei squatted on his head with a little phoenix meow.

Of course, Fengbei didn't see it, and asked the emperor bluntly why he came over.

"Go in and say."

Zheng Xiu only brought a few cronies inside, and as soon as she sat down, Jing Xuemei handed over a cup of hot tea with a cold face.

After glancing at Jing Xuemei, Zheng Xiu admired her cold and licky character.

"What the hell is he looking for you?"

Feng Bei vaguely heard some, but didn't hear it completely.

Zheng Xiu drank all the tea at the right temperature in one go, and then his expression recovered

Miscellaneous says:

"Old Wei Ta...... Want me to be the new Night Lord!

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