Zheng Xiu saw that Jun Bu was not smiling, and immediately reprimanded with a straight face: "Stop!" Let go of that miracle doctor! ”

Jun Bu smiled and said aggrievedly: "Back to the boss, this is practicing thaumaturgy." ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

"You see, this old miracle doctor is a child when he is injured, we can't waste our kung fu, right? It's not what you always say, if you do our business, if you don't go against the current, you will retreat, we must work diligently, strive to improve the business level, and strive to make the disaster prevention bureau bigger and stronger. ”

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Zheng Xiu was stunned, this is indeed what he said at the regular meeting of the Disaster Prevention Bureau.

But you can only listen to what the leader says, and you don't laugh and listen to it ten out of ten, do you want to rebel? Do you want to mix in the workplace?

"Murder! Murder! King Scarlet, save the old man! The old man will one day die at the hands of this dog! ”

The old doctor was wailing.

"Not next time."

Zheng Xiu persuaded.

This kind of behavior of finding other people to gather wool without a little principle for the sake of promotion.

The Red King can be understood.

How can you increase your experience?

The Red King was not at ease, and told again: "Pay attention to safety, don't make trouble." ”

"Okay!" Jun Bu smiled and responded happily, and threw all five flying knives out with a whoosh.

Five throwing knives narrowly brushed against the old doctor's face and nailed into the wall.

At the end, Jun Bu was still smiling, and took out a black cloth to cover his eyes.

It seems that I am addicted to practice.

Zheng Xiu couldn't stand it anymore and rescued the old miracle doctor.

The old divine doctor immediately expressed his loyalty to the Red King with gratitude, saying that no matter what tricky cases there were in the bureau in the future, he would definitely attend. He would rather not raise his salary and cancel all his vacations, and the old doctor has only one small condition - that is, he will never team up with Jun Buxiao in the future.

Seeing that the old doctor was very energetic, Zheng Xiu was also relieved. After putting down the pension, Zheng Xiu walked out of the hospital.

"Can't a healer heal himself? Could this be his limitation? ”

When he went out, Zheng Xiu pondered Situ Yong's "restrictions" on the [Doctor]. As we all know, rules are a necessary condition for promotion, but restrictions are not necessarily. It's just "limiting" this thing, which can amplify thaumaturgy to the maximum extent possible.

It's like Zheng Xiu's [Surprise Cage], shake and shake, he can't control what moves he makes, but after all, it's a big move, just throw it out.

The "random" limit results in an infinite thaumaturgical amplification.

Gu Qiutang was much more injured than Situ Yong at that time, and Zheng Xiu's own hand, he knew it. But Gu Qiutang was able to get out of bed and jump around after lying down for a few days, while Situ Yong himself was injured like this, but he could only slowly endure the injury, except for "restrictions", there was no other reason to explain.

"It's funny."

Later, Zheng Xiu heard that Situ Yong added an article to his "three incurable" rules, which became four incurables. The new rule is: the drama is not cured.

In the past year, since Zheng Xiu became a [prisoner], he has seen all kinds of people and door rules, and he has long been surprised by this.

"Before you know it, another year."

The sun has turned west, and the golden light is brilliant. Riding in the carriage, listening to the sound of kicking and trampling horses' hooves, the mediocre crowd was bustling on the streets, blowing a cool breeze, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but sigh.

A year ago, in the autumn, he was imprisoned and inexplicably glimpsed the Prisoner's Doorway, and his life was very different from that day on.

He wondered more than once whether he would still be living in ignorance of the world and still be the unpretentious richest man if he had not been imprisoned.

in the carriage.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, sank his mind, and entered the prison of his heart in an instant.

The five fingers are opened, and the table seems to condense the microcosm of the world, and the stations are moving slowly on the table vividly.

One in and one out, Zheng Xiu killed time.

"Infernal Purgatory seems to have become a 'folklore', and it is getting more and more stable."

Although Zheng Xiu has become the shopkeeper, the Brotherhood does not arrange other tasks on weekdays, and they will randomly select lucky ones on the fifteenth day of every month and invite them to Infernal Purgatory.

The lucky one's experience in Infernal Purgatory will be spread by word of mouth, which will not only allow the bad guys to turn over their ways, but also stabilize the legend of "Infernal Purgatory", which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Zheng Xiu didn't need to accept the work of the Brotherhood, he only needed to try to step into his heart from time to time outside, and he could see the effect.

"Sir, it's here."

In Zheng Xiu's contemplation, Qing Shisan's cynical and frivolous tone interrupted Zheng Xiu's thoughts.

"You," Zheng Xiu raised his eyes and stepped out of the carriage, he looked at the cigarette stick pinned to Qing Shisan's waist, and suddenly remembered that Qing Shisan didn't seem to smoke for a while recently, so he asked, "Quit smoking?" ”

"Quit smoking, that's impossible." Qing 13 reluctantly touched the cigarette stick on his waist, rubbed it a few times in his hand, and said helplessly: "That broken door can't be opened, so I can only think about it, take some other way, and embarrass myself." ”

Qing 13 smiled and said: "This little cigarette can only be smoked twice when it should be smoked, and when it should not be smoked, it can be held." ”

Zheng Xiu was amused when he heard it: "Don't hold back your troubles." ”

Qing 13 shook his head: "Hey! is the so-called putting everything to death and then living, if I don't hold something out, how can I have the face to stay in the Zheng family! Master, you don't know that there are so many strangers in the Zheng family now, and we are ordinary people, but it is getting more and more difficult to mix. ”

As he spoke, Qing Thirteen Dynasty Zheng Xiu showed a look of "you understand" and blinked.

In the end, he was afraid that Zheng Xiu would not understand, so he blinked again.

Zheng Xiu understood, this thing should have known that the four girls had become "strangers", so he said "there are more and more aliens".

Zheng Xiu actually wanted to tell Qing Thirteen that you have always been the treasure of this king, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be a little numb and easy to misunderstand, so he stepped forward and patted Qing Thirteen on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Qing Batch, ......"

Qing Thirteen: "Huh? ”

"It's not all a good thing to be an alien, if you want to be a stranger, this king will find you a suitable one later."

Qing 13 listened to it, grinned, hehe didn't respond.

He was joking when Zheng Xiu was kidding.

This stranger is not a cabbage sold on the street, how can it be said that there is one?

It's just that Zheng Xiu wasn't actually joking.

Before and after this candle, the tricks of [Painter] and [Orchid] had already been sent to Zheng Xiu.

Continue to confront the candle, Zheng Xiu suspects that there may still be.

Candle has lived in the world for a thousand years, unfathomable, Zheng Xiu doesn't know what cards he has in his hand, maybe there are other tricks.

Brush it a few more times, Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] is the natural enemy of the "tricks", if nothing else, his tricks will only increase.

Qing 13 set up the carriage properly and returned to the Red King's Mansion with the master.

On both sides of the crooked corridor, the lotus pond is deserted.

"Yes,"

Qing 13 suddenly told Zheng Xiu something.

"Master, Erniang's side, you might have to go and have a look."

Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this: "Erniang? What's wrong? ”

Qing 13 habitually took out the cigarette stick and stuffed it into his mouth, and then stiffened his movements, remembering his consciousness, he flattened his mouth and inserted the cigarette stick back into his waist. He smacked his lips and said helplessly: "It's just a matter of the daytime, Erniang received a letter, and after reading the letter, Erniang didn't even have the heart to check the accounts, and returned to the house with a sad face." ”

"What's in the letter?"

Zheng Xiu asked curiously.

Qing 13 feigned anger: "Master, do you think Qing Pi is the kind of person who sneaks into other people's letters?" ”

"Huh?"

Qing 13 lowered his head: "Coincidentally, this time, I really didn't see it." ”

Zheng Xiu nodded: "Cheng, I'll ask in person later." ”

"By the way, master, there is one more thing, maybe it has nothing to do with you, but the subordinates think that the master should be on the top."

When Zheng Xian was about to go to Erniang's room to greet one or two, Qing Thirteen kept him again.

Qing 13 sneakily walked to Zheng Xiu's side, and said in a low voice: "Not long ago, an envoy from the northern kingdom was stopped at the border pass. It is said that they were ordered by the Northern Barbarian Wolf King to enter the Great Dry to negotiate peace. It is said that the emperor has issued a document to let the envoys pass, and sent a team of elite Shenwu troops to march north and escort them south. If there are no accidents, you will arrive in the capital around mid-October. ”

Qing 13 bit the accent on the word "escort".

Zheng Xiu frowned when he heard this, and after a while, Zheng Xiu waved his hand to send Qing Pi away: "It's hard work, I know." ”

Qing Shisan smiled and left, swishing into the shadows and disappearing.

Qing 13 is right, this matter really has nothing to do with Zheng Xiu. Diplomatic affairs with neighboring countries belong to the work of the "Ministry of Rites". He, the Red King, is now only in charge of the Disaster Prevention Bureau, and the six ministries are not under his control, and he is too lazy to take care of them.

The reason why Keqing 13 told Zheng Xiu about this matter is nothing more than because Zheng Xiu is also a prince above 10,000 people under one person, you say it doesn't matter, it can't be completely irrelevant. Qing 13 was worried that Zheng Xiu didn't know anything about this matter, and he was afraid that there would really be a fire on his body at that time, and he was not prepared to suffer a big loss.

Zheng Xiu, the newly promoted prince with a different surname, is now in the limelight, and it is impossible to say that it is not popular in the court. It's just that now Zheng Xiu is valued by the emperor and has replaced the position of the former night lord, and there are countless strange people under him, and no one dares to make a stumbling block for the Red King at such a time.

Even the most arrogant and domineering second prince has been honestly coiled these days, and there is no movement.

The war 20 years ago was fought for many years, which greatly damaged the vitality of the Great Qian, and made Zheng Xiu an orphan. Two hundred years ago, he united with the 36 countries of the Western Regions, wanting to give the big cadres a trick to draw salary, but unexpectedly, they were blocked by the knights and Xie Yunliu outside the Cicada Valley.

The Northern Barbarians have always been called "wolves in the wilderness", referred to as "Steppenwolves", living in tribal groups, in the history of the founding of the Great Qian's country for hundreds of years, this is the first time that the Beiban sent envoys to negotiate peace, no matter what the final result is, this is a "big event" that can be recorded in history.

Zheng Xiu thought about it again, and Wei Yangzun asked Yan Jiji to design and improve the "siege equipment", which made Zheng Xiu have a bad premonition.

"The grass and trees are all soldiers, and they are about to explode."

After a few turns of thought, Zheng Xiu's face became a little more dignified. The peace talks of the "envoys from the north" seem to be an important turning point in the relations between the two countries. Wei Yangzun seemed to have known about this for a long time and was actively making preparations.

If the "peace talks" are not concluded, there may be another war.

Country, country, country has home. Zheng Xiu has always believed in this.

Unless he becomes the emperor himself, the glory and wealth of the Zheng family today are based on the premise of "stable social order". Once the two countries go to war and the war spreads, at that time, any gold, silver, jewelry, famous paintings and antiques will be worthless, and people will be like ants and their lives will be like grass mustard, and Zheng Xiu does not want to see this situation happen.

Zheng Xiu, who was preoccupied, walked to Erniang's boudoir, and the paper window revealed a dim light shadow.

Zheng Xiu stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Erniang, have you ever slept?"

For a moment, the candle flame inside flickered, and there was no response.

Zheng Xiu knocked a few more times.

Boom!

All of a sudden, the house became frighteningly brightly lit. Erniang's exclamation came out, and when Zheng Xiu heard it, it was obvious that Erniang had accidentally knocked over the lampstand, and the fire was blazing, and it was about to go off!

With a "bang", Zheng Xiu kicked the door open and rushed in. There were many people outside the house, and several brothers on duty were about to step forward to put out the fire, but they saw that the Red King was faster than them, and they all looked at each other on the ground in the dark, and whispered with a whistle:

"The master went in to put out the fire!"

"Can the master put out the fire?"

"Yo ho? And the fire that the master can't put out? ”

"Then let's ......"

"Do you dare to enter?"

"I don't dare, do you dare?"

"Let Brother Qing go? He was not afraid of being scolded. ”

"Makes sense! Let's watch first, you hurry up and inform Brother Qing! ”

Zheng Xiu listened to the whistles outside the house, crying and laughing, and said in his heart, you fucking forgot that this king can understand the secret whistle, right? Suddenly, he replied slightly, and slashed through the night sky.

"Don't blow it! No need to call it Qingpi! ”

Inside the house.

Erniang was wearing a thin silk dress, and her red belly pocket was clearly defined under the light. The solid wood tables and chairs in the center of the room were stained with oil, and the fire burned down the oil path to the legs. Erniang hurriedly didn't notice Zheng Xiu's intrusion, and hurriedly greeted the fire with a small embroidered fan.

"Stupid! The wind is rising and the fire is rising! ”

Erniang was so anxious that tears poured out, and Erniang, who has always been graceful and luxurious, rarely showed such a panicked look. Zheng Xiu took out a pen with his backhand, bit his finger to perform a spell, and habitually drew a cake ...... No, a big "blood bell", pushing away Erniang, Zheng Xiu's palm pressed, the "bell-shaped" lid suppressed the fire, and the room suddenly became pitch black.

Soon the fire was extinguished, and after Zheng Xiu dispersed the "blood bell", the tables and chairs were only one layer darker, and they did not burn to the ground. But there was a black ember on the table, Zheng Xiu stepped forward and twisted a corner, and found that it was the remains of the envelope, and his two fingers turned into ash and fell from his fingertips.

Zheng Xiu sighed lightly and closed the door. He blew a few whistles, waited quietly for a while, and when he opened the door again, there was a basin on the ground outside the house, with a brand-new lampstand on it, and a torch of fire.

In the Red King's Mansion, what Zheng Xiu asked people to do can be said to be fully dispatched, faster than the speed of Zheng's coachman, and it was done in the blink of an eye.

The lights are lit again, and the house is lit again. Zheng Xiu noticed that the tears on Erniang's face had not disappeared, and at this moment, like a child who had done something wrong, she sat on the edge of the bed with the corners of her clothes twisted, her head bowed and she was silent.

"Xiu'er, I'm ......"

Erniang called Zheng Xiu's nickname.

Zheng Xiu sat down beside Erniang and gently hugged Zheng Erniang's thin shoulders.

"We have been sisters and brothers for many years, and I never ask about the Zheng family, but you never hide it from me."

Zheng Xiu said calmly:

"Not long ago, when Qing 13 told me that you had a sad face, what should I be, but when I look at it tonight, my brother and I will guess for no reason and be upset."

"It's not Zheng's business, it's your private business."

"But in the past, you worked hard for this insignificant family business, how can you have the leisure to take care of personal affairs?"

"On the way, I thought, what made my good second mother, and frowned like an old lady."

Zheng Xiu smiled and stretched out his fingers to gently smooth the knot in Erniang's eyebrows.

Erniang looked slightly stunned, and the bean-sized tears fell down.

"Let me guess then,"

Zheng Xiu said with a smile: "Our Zheng family doesn't have to worry about anything, your good brother has become the Red King, it is smooth sailing, the power is overwhelming, and the wealth is rivaled by the country." ”

"The ...... that can make Erniang so anxious"

"Could it be,"

"Something to do with your background?"

(End of chapter)