man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 263 March of Hundred Ghosts (2 in 1)

The common people still miss the beauty of the heaven and the earth. Now, after the plaque of "Disaster Prevention Bureau" is hung on that magnificent attic, the gate is deserted and deserted.

At first, the people in the city were full of curiosity about the business of the new department of the "Disaster Prevention Bureau", let alone the department under the command of the Red King, who is under the leadership of one person and more than tens of thousands.

It's just that the Disaster Prevention Bureau mostly works in other places, and the process of handling cases is not widely announced. Over time, the popularity of the Disaster Prevention Bureau faded after dinner, and it fell into the hot search.

What the common people talked about was not the establishment of the Disaster Prevention Bureau, but the legendary history of King Chi's fortune.

From being an orphan of the Zheng family, starting an independent business, and becoming the richest man, step by step, he has become the current Red Prince.

Zheng Xiu travels in luxury cars from time to time, ostentatiously passing through the market, showing his face at the Disaster Prevention Bureau after the sun is high, going through the motions, and leisurely leaving get off work at afternoon tea.

He doesn't need to go to court every day like civil and military officials. Occasionally, the Red King can't help but sigh with emotion. After claiming to be the Red King and sitting in this position, he has become more and more salty. The richest man who leaves early.People, they will always unknowingly live in the appearance they hate the most.

Auspicious workshops sent back news that the first batch of "siege equipment" had been secretly delivered and delivered to the Ministry of War.In fact, the emperor seemed to have no intention of hiding this matter from the Scarlet King.

Just last month, the Lord of Dagan had a secret conversation with the Red King, who was in the limelight in the court, and no one knew about it.

The canopy carriage stopped in front of the Red Palace, and the driver was still the casually dressed military general who looked like a retired old spy.

Zheng Xiu burned incense, took a bath, changed his clothes, put on the crown, and wore the jade pendant which symbolizes the Red King around his waist. Surrounded by a group of red-faced family members, he stepped out of the Red King's mansion and walked towards the carriage.

The general coachman seemed to think he was familiar with Zheng Xiu, and secretly gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up, with the word "sensible" written in his eyes.

As the saying goes, what clothes do you wear when you meet someone? Every time Zheng Xiu meets the emperor, he will dress up to meet him, which is very ceremonial.

"Junior Zheng Xiu has met Uncle Huo."

Zheng Xiu politely saluted the coachman.

In terms of status, Zheng Xiugui is the Red King, so he should hold his head high and use his chin to meet people, but he would lose the Red King's face by bowing his knees.But it's different when it comes to seniority.Zheng Xiu had inquired that General Huo had fought against the barbarians 20 years ago, and his meritorious service was not as good as that of his father, but if his meritorious service was made into a medal, he would not be able to hang on a few clothes.

In terms of seniority, it is reasonable for Zheng Xiu to call him "Uncle Huo".

The coachman reclined on the seat in a casual posture. Hearing that his back was straight, a gleam of appreciation and surprise flashed in his eyes, and he secretly sighed that the only seedling of the old Zheng family was exquisite and watertight, and he deserved to be named king with a different surname.

"Hey!" Uncle Huo grinned, without saying a word, and pouted towards the carriage.

Zheng Xiu stepped into the carriage, and Wei Yangzun sat upright in the carriage, his sharp eyes were like two light bulbs, scratching Zheng Xiu's skin sorely.When Zheng Xiu entered, Wei Yangzun's eyes softened a little, and he smiled slightly:
"Your Zheng's workshop, hehe, not bad."

Zheng Xiu knew at that time that he was talking about the siege equipment, and suddenly he turned his head and replied ambiguously: "My lord Mizan, they are all poor craftsmen, and they are only familiar with their hands."

When Wei Yangzun heard it, he couldn't help laughing and cursing: "You really think I'm blind, can't see that Yan Jiji has gone so deep in the 'skillful hands'?" : "It's a pity, under my command, the skilled craftsmen of the Ministry of War are all full of wine bags and rice buckets! There are three thousand diners, and none of them can stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Jiji!"

Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "This is unintentional planting of willows, Liu Chengyin. The minister's unintentional actions back then made the artisans under his command set strict rules, accepting my Zheng's money to do my Zheng's affairs, and the more money he collected The more they do, the more secure they are. Although they can accept other people's money, they can do it, but the rules restrict it, and if they don't do it steadily, they may retreat three hundred miles. Sooner."

After a pause, Zheng Xiu said cautiously: "Even though there are many skilled craftsmen in Jixiang Workshop, they are just doing small things, the output is low, and they can't get on the stage."

Outside the carriage, Huo Chefu's breathing was slightly stagnant.

Wei Yangzun waved his hands nonchalantly, and said with a smile, "Interesting. But since Yan Jiji has already made it, those wastes from the Ministry of War should be able to follow suit and imitate it to nine out of ten."

Zheng Xiuxiu wanted to flatter him by saying "The Ministry of War is awesome" and praise Old Wei, but after thinking about it later, he decided to let it go, silence is golden.

Later, Lao Wei spent a little time asking about the operation of the Disaster Prevention Bureau in a casual manner. He seemed concerned, but Zheng Xiu could see that Lao Wei's mind was not on the Disaster Prevention Bureau.

When getting out of the car, Uncle Huo gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up with admiration.Zheng Xiu smiled wryly back, which is not a compliment.

Every time I talked with Lao Wei in private, it was like going to war in the battlefield, every word was meticulous, the sharp edge was hidden, and I was very tired.

Zheng Xiu asked Yan Jiji to secretly build a tunnel with a rail car, connecting the dungeon of the Chiwang Mansion and the Disaster Prevention Bureau. You don’t need to shake it yourself. Now Jixiang Workshop is digging intensively and is expected to be completed in September.

In the final analysis, if Yan Jiji unscrupulously used thaumaturgy to kill him, it would be over in a few days.It's just that Zheng Xiu didn't want people to know that his people were digging indiscriminately underground in the imperial city, so he kept a low profile and dug a little every day until the work was completed.

In addition to the dungeon leading to the Disaster Prevention Bureau, Zheng Xiu had already opened the tunnel to enter the underground secret room of the palace.

He knew that there was a gap left by Gongsun Mo in the underground of the palace a hundred years ago when he opened Ever Darkness. Although he would not run there without incident, there were still many doubts there, and he would never be wrong.

late September.

Gu Qiutang, who was far north of Dagan and near the national border, sent back a secret letter with Chang Shihua.

Long before Zheng Xiu went to Lu Town, Gu Qiutang had already set out to handle the case.

After a long journey, Gu Qiutang finally got news.

The cause of the incident was that some people reported to the police that in the northern wilderness, they saw a "hundred ghosts marching" in the middle of the night, a group of ragged soldiers marching on the wilderness.

This incident was very popular in the local area, Zheng Xiu was very concerned about it, and sent Gu Qiutang to investigate.

Zheng Xiu subdued Gu Qiutang in one breath a few months ago in Gu Qiutang's secluded valley.

"you sure?"

"My lord, I'm sure."

Gu Qiutang said that he squatted in the ice and snow for a month and searched hundreds of miles on foot, but he did not see what the people called "the march of a hundred ghosts".

Looking at the mirror image, the formerly magnificent swordsman now has a miserable appearance with unkempt hair and frost and snow on his hair. Zhi Zhi, who is secretly making trouble at the desk, can't help being happy.

The dirty Fudao is holding the knife in the picture, blowing the cold wind, motionless except for his lips.

"Don't make trouble."

Zheng Xiu groaned and glanced to the side.

Gu Qiutang was taken aback for a moment: "Don't make trouble?"

He didn't make trouble!

"I didn't say anything about you." Zheng Xiu turned his head aside and glared, "Go make tea!"

Zhizhi opened his mouth, gestured his hands that were as smooth as suet and shining white, and said in a colloquial way: I want to cultivate myself.

"Fix your sister."

Gu Qiutang was even more stunned: "Whose sister is Xiu?"

Although Zhizhi is usually unrestrained, he knew that Zheng Xiu was here to be tough, so he pursed his mouth and went to make tea with a bit of resentment.

After Zhizhi went out, Zheng Xiu wiped off his cold sweat and asked Gu Qiutang to squat for another month to have a look.

Gu Qiutang was not very happy at first, he had been walking in the vast snowfield for more than a month, and he didn't see even a single ghost.

It wasn't until the witty Chi Wang reminded Gu Qiutang that he was enlightened and realized instantly.

"I have always said that your practice of not moving the knife is wrong. You have always only moved the knife but moved your heart, and your body is still moving but your spirit is swishing. This time is the organization's test for you. Your Majesty attaches great importance to your mission, and all the 'pillars' in the Bureau are looking forward to your performance."

"In fact, you can choose a place with a good view, camp and cultivate your mind, look down, remain motionless, survive the wind and snow, survive the hunger and cold, survive the distraction, survive the cold winter of October, when your heart endures As solid as a rock, thaumaturgy can be accomplished by itself."

"If it doesn't work by then, it means your heart is not hard enough, it is still moving."

Gu Qiutang suddenly realized when he heard it, and turned off Chang Shihui thoughtfully.

Although he thought about what the Red King said afterward, it felt a little wrong. There were only a few pillars in the game, and there was a mascot. Who would expect his performance?
It's just that what the Red King said was indeed reasonable, and being maimed and maimed by the Red King in the valley back then completely destroyed Gu Qiutang's usual self-esteem and pride, and he began to ponder whether there was really a problem with his rules and restrictions.

After comforting Gu Qiutang, Zheng Xiu once again struggled with the flood of orchids at home.

Since the four golden flowers became "four in one", it seems that a certain switch has been turned on, and it has become more and more flowery, which makes Zheng Xiu a little unbearable.It is obviously a serious practice, but it has to be done like anything else.

It's just that every time Zheng Xiu thinks about it, he can't help feeling a bit heartbroken and regretful towards himself.If he had paid more attention, had been more vigilant, or had chopped up the orchid monster, he would not have had to encounter these terrible things.

The orchids set a new rule, Konggu Youlan, just for him.If they don't follow this rule, it will be difficult for them to advance in the doorway in this life.

Zheng Xiu can't bother others.

Just as he was thinking, Zhizhi pushed the door open again and entered, holding a basin of water and a towel in his hand.

"Didn't I let you make tea?"

The prince scowled.

Hearing Zhizhi, he was immediately at a loss, and said weakly: "Your servant thinks..."

She thought the prince was speaking in secret words.

"That's all. Where's Fengbei?"

"Madam is teasing the cat in the back garden."

Zhizhi had figured it out a long time ago, and with a flick of his heel, the embroidered shoes nimbly closed the door.

As he spoke, Zhizhi rolled up the towel and stuffed it into the master's mouth, so as not to keep the master from moaning.

"Whoo~"

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes as if being tortured.

"Let the slaves wash the prince's hair."

In the next second, the white and flawless orchids were in full bloom in the room, and the fragrance was overflowing. Squeaky rubbed his hands, and the white light flashed, and his expression instantly became icy and pure, like a pure and flawless orchid.

Daily practice.

At the same time, in the Scarlet Prince's mansion, there were three beautiful figures lying on the bed doing nothing, writhing uneasily.

People are twisting, and the realm is rising.

The practice of orchids is so simple and joyful.

"Oh, humans."

The orange cat, who was basking in the sun in the yard and gnawing on fried fish cakes happily in Feng Bei's arms, suddenly rolled his eyes, revealing a complicated expression.

Time to October.

On both sides of the avenue, the golden leaves permeate the autumn coolness.

On the canal, the falling waterline is full of water snails. Many barefooted children, not afraid of the cold water, playfully carry baskets by the river bank, pulling the water snails off the river bank one by one.

Ever since Zheng Xiu became the Red Queen, officials in the court, Chinese, military officials, and rich merchants in the city have almost lined up to give money. Zheng Erniang calculated the harvest at the end of each month, but found that since the "Heaven and Earth" was transformed into a "Disaster Prevention Bureau", Not only did Zheng's running water not decrease, but it was steadily increasing.

The dividends paid by chambers of commerce in various regions last quarter broke new highs.

As more and more money was being held in Zheng's bank, Zheng Erniang also had a headache.Although at the feet of the emperor, no one would dare to rob the prince's silver, but the increasing amount of money means that more people need to be allocated to take care of it.

What a headache.

But to Erniang's relief, since Zheng Xiu became the prince, all the matchmakers who came to the door to talk about matchmaking have disappeared.This is all because there are very few families who can match up with the Red King's Mansion. Although Zheng Erniang is the adopted daughter of the Zheng family, but with Zheng Xiu's status as the prince, Zheng Erniang's status will naturally rise, and the matchmaker will not be embarrassed to introduce Zheng Erniang some crooked melons. Cracking dates is boring.

The roots of the ears are clean.

A fraternity brother performed in his true colors, returned to his identity as a coachman, and traveled with his second mother.Erniang is going to Xiangmanlou today to get the account book, and hand out last month's monthly money by the way.

"Excuse me, is this sister Zheng Erniang?"

When Zheng Erniang got off the bus, a barefoot child about six or seven years old came timidly from the alley and handed a letter to the coachman: "An aunt asked me to give this letter to my sister."

Zheng's coachman's eyes flashed, he took it with a smile, and returned a small piece of silver by the way.

The messenger boy ran away happily.

This incident also taught him an important lesson in life: serving the Red King means being rich.

The coachman put the letter under his nose and sniffed it vigilantly, then tore it open casually, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual, he handed the letter inside to Erniang.

Zheng Erniang opened the letter suspiciously and looked at it. The next second, she saw Erniang trembling all over, covering her mouth in disbelief, and was speechless for a while.

That afternoon, when Zheng Erniang went out to pick up the account book, Zheng Xiu was also outside.

He came to the old genius doctor's clinic to visit the old genius doctor.

After hearing about Lu Zhen, the old genius doctor was seriously injured and lay on the bed for more than a month, moaning and screaming.

It was only afterward that Zheng Xiu found out what Jun Buxiao had done, and also learned of the treacherous and changeable ways of the "actor".

Parking the carriage at the entrance of the hospital, Zheng Xiu carried a heavy amount of silver and went in to visit.

Approaching the medical hall, Zheng Xiu saw Jun Buxiao dressed like a servant, wearing a "crying face" mask, guarding a row of fires, squatting on the ground and whistling into the furnace. fire.

"Yo! An opera singer!" Zheng Xiu greeted Jun Buxiao with a smile, and asked, "Where's the old genius doctor?"

"Hee hee hee! It's inside!"

Jun Buxiao's mask is crying and laughing, he is a strange person.

Avoiding Jun Buxiao, approaching the inner room.I saw that the old genius doctor's limbs were fixed with splints, and he was standing by the wall in a large font.The whole person followed the execution ground and waited to beheaded.

He looks like a target.

The side is full of throwing knives.

Hearing footsteps, the old genius doctor scolded inside:

"Goofy singer! Let me down quickly! You are killing people! Killing people!"

"Someone! Help!"

The old miracle doctor cursed and cursed.

Zheng Xiuxiu wondered what this strange scene was all about.

Jun Buxiao walked in biting the fruit, and threw out the freshly peeled knife with a whoosh, precisely passed the old genius doctor's ear, and inserted it into the wall, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed.

The old genius doctor was silent for a moment, not daring to move.

"The Red King is here to visit you!"

Jun Buxiao was very happy, and took out five throwing knives with his backhand, holding them firmly with one hand.

(End of this chapter)