man sanctified in death row vest

Chu Susu expressed her meaning clearly and clearly.

Zheng Xiu understood.

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

The north is Ye Weiyang's base camp, continuing to go north is tantamount to making enemies of Ye Weiyang as a whole.

Her suggestion is to abandon the north and turn west to the desert.

Chu Susu thought that she had expressed enough sincerity.

She even revealed the location of the incomplete building without the consent of the landlord.

"I hope Brother Zheng can consider this proposal. Once Feng Bei falls into Ye Weiyang's hands, the consequences will be disastrous."

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

Chu Susu was silent for a moment when she heard the words, and said: "I only know that Feng Bei, a stranger, is closely related to Ye Weiyang's lifelong ambition."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ximen hasn't accepted my young master's gift yet, so you don't dare to leave."

"[-] Years, Green Lotus Paper Umbrella."

After closing the door, it's another story.

Even less reassuring.

They lit the oil pipeline, and the oil lamps illuminated the dungeon bright red.

……

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

Although he doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, Ruchen vaguely feels that there is a story between this macho man and beautiful woman.

Visitors smile more and more.

"Master, sir! Bobo is over there!"

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

In an elegant small pavilion in the east of the city, a middle-aged scholar with thinning hair, a mustache, and a fur coat with a navy blue fur collar warmed a pot of hot wine and sat in the courtyard, meditating with a pen. It hasn't been downloaded for a long time.

The visitor stretched out his palm in front of Ximen Bei. Under Ximen Bei's surprised gaze, the visitor slowly straightened his hand holding the pen, signaling Ximen Bei to write on his hand.

Zheng Xiu's skin was shriveled, and compared to ten days ago, he had lost a whole circle of weight.Black bulging blood vessels, like a sashimi, covered his whole body, and even under the firelight, his face was pale and dull, with sunken eye sockets, and cold sweat broke out from time to time on his forehead.

into the night.

The words are divided into several heads.

It's nothing more than taking advantage of the great writer's influence in the literary world to let him write some touching essays about the great prince.

If the master walks out of the room with such a haggard attitude, he will definitely leave even more outrageous rumors, saying that the dignified Marquis, the man of the Zheng family, was squeezed dry by the four fox spirits.

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

Soon "Marquis Zheng" caught a tall, slender woman playing the flute with cold and arrogant features, who was about to refuse but still welcome, and hugged her into her arms.

"Master, don't..."

Pingping wondered, "What disease?"

The moonlight is pleasant.

Ximen was stunned for a moment, he obviously hung a sign at the door - "No visitors today".

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

Ruchen scratched his bald head in bewilderment, puzzled.

In Master Zheng's room.

"Who is your son?"

Figures in black were dormant and silent on the roofs of the neighbors.

Even though the imperial city in February is still cold, you can look up to see the clear sky, and the buds are faintly bulging on the dry and bare tree branches, as if the spring is hidden under the deep winter, which makes people full of expectations for the coming spring.

At the fork in the road.

The other party obviously had no intention of leaving.

……

The detailed copy of "Ximen Bei was invited by the eldest prince to the mansion for a narration" fell into the hands of Qing Shisan in a thick volume.

"My son, his surname is Wei."

The great writer became popular because of this.

After resting almost, Zheng Xiuhuang woke up Monk Ruchen.

Chu Susu shook her head vigorously, and smiled wryly: "Brother Zheng thought that the Nu family was hiding it? How can such a big secret be known by a mere little man in the Nu family?"

Pingping winked at Erniang, and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Master, it's time for you to go to bed."

"Poetic and picturesque, everything is in words!"

"Master, Master, Zhizhi is over here!"

A man and four women embraced each other with red faces, and entered the back of the room carelessly.

The visitor smiled and shook his head: "My young master's gift cannot be seen, touched, heard or smelled, but as long as Mr. Ximen opens his mouth, this gift will appear in front of Mr. Ximen. Sir, what is this gift? "

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

She falters for an appropriate word to describe the "Jung Soo's voice" that Lily imitates.

He has even accumulated the favor of a group of famous ladies, ladies and princesses. Every day, some people give gold, silver and jewelry to him on the grounds that "Mr.

Outside the Zheng family.

Ruchen looked at the two curiously, and frowned.

There are quite a few common people secretly thinking that it is strange.

Ximen looked sadly at the white palm of the other party, and couldn't help but sneered: "Ximou has no grievances with you, why do you treat Ximou as a fool?"

in the courtyard.

"Er Niang, don't worry. The more Meng Lang Lili pretends to be, the more people will believe that the old man is drunk in the flowers all day long, playing tricks on the world. If you pretend to be the old man and spend all day studying poetry and books in the garden, whoever comes to take a look, We all know it's fake."

……

Ximen sad recently heard a gossip.

Zheng Erniang pointed at Lily angrily and scolded: "Lily! How can you make Master's 'voice' sound...it sounds...so...so...so..."

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

"Xi Mou refuses to receive visitors today!"

"Prosperity and wealth, high official salary, gold, silver and jewellery, as long as Mr. Ximenbei can do something for my son, even if Mr. writes Mr.'s request on the slave's hand, one day, it will be fulfilled."

Lili said helplessly: "I can't help it. Brother Thirteen said that we should pretend to be more realistic. We must not let outsiders notice that there is something strange about the Zheng family."

The night guards who were in charge of monitoring the Zheng family, although they had no expression on their faces, secretly made gestures.

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

"What ambition?"

The movement of "catch and hide and seek" inside was too loud, causing the night guards to change their faces.

It's ten days.

Imperial City.

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

"Difficult!"

"What kind of evil method is the master practicing!"

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

"How can it be! It must be the great luck of the emperor, so that the crows dare not get involved in the big work, and scare them all away!"

Ximen Bei closed her eyes, while shaking her head, imagining how the two protagonists would look at each other and pant when they met.

It was a touching and regrettable story.

As for why the First Prince entertained Ximen Bei, the reason is ready to come out.

But there was a look of disappointment on his face.

They held their breath and watched the movement of the Zheng family secretly.

The four girls gave each other a wink.

The smell of wine filled the courtyard, and the middle-aged poet remained motionless.

"Shh! Stop talking! Keep an eye on it, the superiors told us to keep an eye on every move of the Zheng family! No matter who enters or exits the Zheng family, it must be reported!"

"Come on, master, come and chase me!"

"Remember! We are only responsible for tracking, we must not trespass into Zheng's house, lest the 'Brotherhood' people misunderstand!"

"Okay, little monk understands."

Zheng Xiuxiu sat cross-legged deep in the dungeon.

Chu Susu nodded and lowered her eyebrows, trying not to let Zheng Xiu see the hatred hidden in her eyes, and said with a soft smile: "Brother Zheng, you don't want to know what Ye Weiyang did to me back then, even if Brother Zheng beat the slave to death , I don’t want to recall those years that seemed to be living in hell.”

She knew that Zheng Xiu's secret was hidden there.

However, since more than ten days ago, the number of ravens in the imperial city has inexplicably decreased by [-]%, which made the common people startled and wondered secretly.

A figure leaped over the high wall and landed in the yard. A handsome young man in a white robe stood in front of Ximen Bei with his arms folded and a smile on his face.

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

Qing Shisan knew that the master admired this great writer.

Er Niang was at a loss for words, and always felt that it was not good to say such a thing about the master, but she couldn't refute it for a while.

Ruchen hurriedly got up and packed his luggage.

That is spring, the season when all things spring.

"There are black and dirty things on the master again."

There are rewards for catch and seek.

He smiled and pointed his finger.

"Excuse me, who is the visitor? Do you suffer from eye disease, have you never seen the writing on the front door?"

"The closer it is to March [-]rd, the undercurrent is raging in the city."

When did it happen?

"time to go."

"Let's go see the master."

Jing Xuemei, who was kissed by "Second Niang", has now regained her composure. She gently wiped off the expensive powder makeup on her face with a silk scarf, and said calmly: "It's just right. The master is now in a weird 'situation', But Brother Thirteen said, the master left an order ten days ago, so we don’t have to panic, everything is in the master’s plan, let’s just wait and see what happens, and just stick to the Zheng family. Erniang, you continue to let the master’s business see It doesn't look like much ups and downs, let's pretend for a few more days and see what the master does next."

Erniang took off her clothes and lay on the bed that should belong to Zheng Xiu, smelling the faint manly smell on the quilt, put down the gauze curtain, and closed her eyes.

He is a literati, and what he writes is a story.

"My young master heard that Mr. Ximenbei is very knowledgeable and talented, so he specially sent me a small gift. I hope Mr. Ximen can appreciate it."

The reward is "whatever you want, sir".

"Zheng Xiu" grabbed a woman, and without saying a word "booed" her face, the wet lips glistened under the moonlight.

Bobo pushed Master Zheng away.

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

But the fourth daughter said that she is not a member of the sect, and it is not suitable to spy on the master's secrets. This is also for the good of the second mother.

"Oh, you are not young." Zheng Xiu looked at Chu Susu meaningfully and said. At the end of the sentence, Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment when he saw Chu Susu's face turned red, and then spat lightly, only to realize that his words were slightly ambiguous. He said: "The implication of Zheng's words is that you are one of the top ten incomplete buildings, and even you don't know the inside story. Zheng is very curious, what is the reason why you are against Ye Weiyang."

He is Mr. Ximen Bei who is now well-known in the north, and some people privately call him "Ximen Wensheng".

Zheng Erniang sighed: "...that's the only way to go."

A man and four women played in the courtyard for a full hour before returning to the main room out of breath and closing the door tightly.

Just when Ximenbei was about to write and draft a manuscript, there was a knock on the door.

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

"Ahem! I think it's more interesting..."

"Who knows? It's been more than ten days, and no one can bear to stare at it any longer!"

But a few days ago, the Zheng family had given enough rewards, enough for Ximen Bei to live in such a quiet courtyard, enough for him to live comfortably in underwear for five years, enough for him to marry a few more beautiful wives and beautiful concubines.Now Ximen is sad and regards money as dung. He has no interest in money and concentrates on writing books.

"Drizzle is hazy, Jinghu Yating."

"Zheng Xiu" started to lift from the lower jaw, lifting off a thin piece of human skin.

The words are extraordinarily bold and unrestrained, which makes people daydream.

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

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

Seeing that the visitor didn't seem to be joking, the smile on Ximen's sad face became a bit more serious.

One picture after another was actively generated in Ximen Bei's mind.

Ever since the great writer Ximenbei received funding from the Zheng family, he has been full of creativity, inspiration, prolific like a sow, nonstop day and night, and has written several fiery books in succession.

Regardless of Zheng Xiu's instructions in advance, it is difficult for them to connect with the "planning" in such a horrific scene.

Zhizhi said bitterly: "Master must be sick! The thirteenth brother knew it well, but he didn't say anything!"

Hearing this, Chu Susu nodded slightly.

The ravens hovering over the imperial city belong to the unique scenery of the capital city of Dagan.

The master rewarded the great writer a lot.

After extinguishing the fire and burying it, the three mounted their horses again and continued walking along the mountain road in the dark.

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

"Hey hey hey! I caught you! This scent, but Bobo can't do it?"

"Hey! A boring charade." Ximen sneered sadly: "Promise. But can your young master make Xi Mou ask for sky-high prices?"

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

Throwing the thick copy into the stove and burning it to ashes, Qing Shisan leaned against the doorpost, silently smoking a dry cigarette, and listened to the Meng Lang melody laughter of women and men coming from the courtyard through two walls.

Chu Susu stopped, and asked meaningfully: "Brother Zheng, should we continue to go north, or... go another way?"

Ximen said sadly to the outside.

"It turns out that the life of the rich is so simple and unpretentious! There is no fun at all!"

"You guys don't know, March [-]rd is the grand ancestor worship ceremony of the Wei family. God couldn't understand the black crows in the city, so he drove them away!"

"Hee hee! Master didn't catch it!"

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

suddenly.

"This guy surnamed Zheng really knows how to play..."

There are rumors spread by word of mouth among the people in the market.

Zheng Erniang glanced at the vase in the corner.

The first day of February.

"Yeah! It's so hated!"

Although there are different opinions among the people about the "crow migration", the common people are more worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation. Whether the crows will go or come, it's fine to talk, but they can't fill their stomachs, let alone turn them into silver. "This incident was replaced by another more interesting rumor, and became the topic of conversation among the common people after dinner.

"to make!"

Ximen sadly looked at the other party's empty sleeves, where did the gift come from, and his face suddenly sank.But when I thought about it, the other party had actually climbed over the wall and entered in broad daylight, so he must have something to rely on.Thinking of this, Ximen suppressed his anger, cupped his hands in return, and said calmly: "I am an ordinary literati who writes two or three things in his mind, which is not worthy of praise! Now that you have seen and seen it, there is no need for a small gift, please go back! "

He has been sitting for more than ten days.

It's Ye Weiyang's night guards.

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

……

"Yes!"

That's what I said, but the four girls have no time to think about this joke at the moment.

"A disease called 'Fengbei'!"

"..."

The four girls approached and took a look, and hurriedly went out and ordered someone to boil a bucket of hot water and wipe the master's body.

"It's been thirteen days, and the master hasn't had a single drop of water!"

"My lord, my lord, don't let anything happen to you!"