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Chapter 288 If Zheng Haoran is Still Alive (Ask for a monthly ticket!)
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.

This smile is intriguing.

In the eyes of others, there is a kind of "default".

The "March of Hundred Ghosts" can be investigated, even though few people in the Disaster Prevention Bureau know about it.

Huo Huo and Shen Shizong didn't understand, how could there be such a coincidence in the world, the Scarlet King had already arranged people on the only way they had to go north.

But only one person is arranged, what's the use?
Zheng Xiu stared at the ancient map and laughed aloud, trying to get this matter out of the way.

But in his mind, he was thinking over and over again about the conditions for the "March of Hundred Ghosts" to appear.

The full moon, heavy snow, Zheng's military flag, that mountain, the battle 20 years ago...

"General Huo, do you know the route my father marched northward more than [-] years ago?"

"Hey! How can I not know this?"

Huo Huo sneered.

Zheng Xiu's breath was stagnant: "Please tell General Huo the truth."

Huo Huo was taken aback when he heard the words, frowned, and wondered: "What's the use of knowing this?"

Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed: "Perhaps, next year when my father's memorial day is held, this king will be lucky enough to follow my father's old marching route and pay homage along the way, so as to tell my father's spirit in heaven."

When Shen Shizong heard it, his eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He turned his head aside and secretly wiped his tears: "General Zheng, if he knows it, he will have no regrets!"

Huo Huo and Shen Shizong were originally Zheng Haoran's fanboys, and Zheng Xiu's words were all about this, and the atmosphere was heightened to this point. Huo Huo pointed to the map in a deep voice: "Back then, General Zheng went south to Haoran Pass, passing through Linshi Corridor, turn west..."

He was so familiar with Zheng Haoran's marching route back then, he told all the places on the map.

Zheng Xiu secretly remembered it in his heart.

This is just an episode of tonight's discussion.

Huo Huo then asked everyone, the terrain of that canyon is dangerous, if Mao enters rashly, once he is ambushed, he will be rubbed back and forth like dumpling stuffing, which is very dangerous.

But when Zheng Xiu asked "who" would be ambushed, Huo Huo was worried and didn't answer.

"Then let General Huo Huo decide."

After some discussion, several people expressed their opinions, and finally Zheng Xiu kicked the ball back to Huo Huo.

Several people left separately, Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya looked at Zheng Xiu.

The orange cat silently took out a small pink quilt from Qing Shisan's package, and raised it to signal, as if to say: Ben is going to sleep, hurry up.

Surprised by such a humane action, the monk touched his head and called out evildoers.

Pei Gaoya also called out my wife.

Only Qing Shisan was not surprised by this.

Qing Shisan took off the cigarette rod at his waist, looked into Zheng Xiu's eyes, pointed to one of the directions through the tent, silently made a gesture of wiping his neck, and squinted his eyes, as if asking for Zheng Xiu's opinion.

Everyone in the tent understood Qing Shisan's actions.

Qing Shisan refers to the tent where the barbarians huddled together.

Pei Gaoya slapped his head, dissatisfied that Qing Shisan wrapped up a tent in one breath, and pointed in another direction, which was Princess Yue Linglong's tent.He asked cautiously: "Ahem, the ancients said to plan for the rainy day or something, I go to the other side?"

"Guilty."

The monk couldn't bear it, clasped his hands together, and couldn't see.

Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "There is no rush."

The energy that Pei Gaoya had just mentioned suddenly weakened again.

Since he had to work and his wife was not around, he couldn't help feeling aggrieved that he was full of energy but had nowhere to use it.

After the monk, Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya left.

The orange cat happily pressed the little pink quilt under its body and rolled it, and it rolled into the corner of the tent wrapped in the quilt like a spring roll, and fell asleep warmly.

Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu fell asleep next to each other in thick quilts, hugging each other lightly.

The tent was dim, and the two breathed one after another.

After a while, Feng Bei found a comfortable position, and curled up into Zheng Xiu's arms, his nostrils flaring, smelling the familiar smell on Zheng Xiu's body contentedly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you doubting that the so-called Hundred Ghosts Marching? Is it the remnant soul of the Zheng family army more than 20 years ago?"

"You..." The agitated Zheng Xiu opened his mouth to say a word, but it was difficult to blame Fengbei for "overhearing". He smiled helplessly, nodded, and gently shaved the back of Fengbei's neck with the stubble of his chin. The delicate skin said in a whispering tone: "I'd rather believe it than believe it, no matter what the truth of the matter is, since I know that the March of Hundred Ghosts is related to the word 'Zheng', I will never sit idly by." Ignore it. I don’t believe there is such a coincidence in the incident, there is no other possibility except what you said.”

Fengbei's neck was itchy from Zheng Xiuxin's beard stubble, itching here and there.Slightly twisting in Zheng Xiu's arms, Feng Bei patted Zheng Xiu's cheek, and said with trembling voice, "Don't make trouble~"

Zheng Xiu didn't dare to move anymore.

Feng Bei turned around, and the two faced each other under the blanket.

In the darkness, Fengbei's eyes were shining brightly, blinking like stars in the sky.

"If your father was still alive, what would you do?"

"The dead cannot be resurrected."

"What if?"

Zheng Xiu smiled. Hearing this, he thought seriously for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "I will tell him the stories that happened these days."

"I'll tell him that I know you and the monk."

"I'll tell him that this king is promising now. As a prince, he is under one person and above tens of thousands."

"I'll tell him that even if his son didn't choose to join the army back then, he can make the Zheng family's name famous all over the world today."

"I will tell him that now the whole world regards him as a hero, and his name will last forever."

Zheng Xiu's voice paused, and as he spoke, he slowly pressed his cheek against Feng Bei's face, feeling the familiar warmth, and whispered in a warm voice:

"I will tell him that I entered a painting with you."

"The world in the painting is hard to distinguish between the real and the real, and I made friends with martial arts heroes and heroes from 200 years ago."

"I will tell him that Xie Yunliu is heroic, Chu Chengfeng's ambition is in the world, Xiao Buping likes women, Bai Xiaosheng was originally a fat man, and the man who assassinated the faint emperor Wei Jingdi 200 years ago was facial paralyzed; I will brag to him that I I went back to 200 years ago, and together with the heroes of the martial arts, I blocked tens of thousands of Western Region coalition forces and defended the land of Dagan."

"I will tell him that I lived in seclusion with you in Sun Cicada Valley for ten years and lived a life of indifference to the world."

"I'll tell him that you've even thought of our child's name."

"I will tell him that I raised a cat in the painting, and when I came back, the cat became abnormal."

The sleeping orange cat suddenly raised its head: Meow?
Fengbei chuckled.

Finally, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and buried himself in his wife's arms.

Fengbei hugged him tightly.

"I will tell him personally that now his baby is living the way he wants."

……

Silent all night.

There is a saying that you think about it every day and dream at night.

He had a dream.

He dreamed of his father, his face was blurred, he was smiling like a fool, and his mother was gentle and graceful.

He dreamed that Zheng's house was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the red satin was like fire.

He dreamed that Erniang laughed and cried.

He dreamed that he was leading an exquisite bride, laughing like a bell under the red cover.

The two got married, with festive candles in the bridal chamber, and he impatiently lifted off the bride's red hijab.

Under the red hijab was Yue Linglong's face.

"Fuck!"

Zheng Xiu woke up early in the morning with one leg on his body.

Turning around and seeing that it was Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu secretly heaved a sigh of relief after repeatedly confirming.

"Sure enough, dreams and reality are the opposite."

Coincidentally, it's the exact opposite.

In the early morning, just after dawn, more than [-] people packed up their tents, pots and pans, and started on the road again.

Yue Linglong, who had been the bride in her dream all night, didn't know it yet, she watched Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei walk out of the tent without avoiding suspicion, with a calm expression and shallow waves in her heart.

No one regarded her as the Red King's bride.

Even herself.

It's just a deal.

She was just trying to be who her father wanted her to be, to fulfill his wish, that's all.

Yue Linglong sighed softly in her heart, she thought that the Scarlet King would let her go today, but before going on the road, Zheng Xiu still pointed at his horse in front of the barbarians and ordered: "Come up."

Yue Linglong "obediently" tightened her cloak, hid her skin in the shadows, and rode on the same horse with the Red King, moving forward on the rugged road.

After passing Haoran Pass, enter the wasteland.

There is no road in the wasteland, or in other words, as long as you can walk, there is a road.

Huo Huo rode a horse and walked side by side with the Red King, neither hurrying nor slowing down.

From time to time, he would point to a scene and say with emotion that the mountain top was also covered with snow when they passed by during the war.

Or when they passed a ravine, Huo Huo said that when they ran out of water, they dug out ice cubes from the ravine, melted them in a pot, and boiled some dried meat to eat.

like now.

In addition to dried meat, some creatures can occasionally be hunted in the snow field.

From time to time, a ferret can be caught. The meat is firm and fragrant, which can be called an extra meal on snow.

If you are lucky, you will encounter a pack of wolves and attack with the whole army, and you will be able to manage it for a few days.

If you are unlucky and tigers and wolves can't touch it, Pei Gaoya will dig while walking. From time to time, you can dig out a few big hibernating snakes, the thickness of four fingers. Cook a few pots of soup and sprinkle some pepper, which is also a big deal.

A few days later, on the marching route, as shown on the map, a dry river bed lay in front of 200 people.

The river bed is nearly three feet deep, and a thin layer of ice is formed on it. The deep and shallow snow accumulations on the ice reflect colorful light and shadows in the sun.

"I can't get off this horse!"

Whether it is Huo Huo, Shen Shizong, or the people brought by Zheng Xiu, they are all mediocre, and they can jump from a height of three feet with their eyes closed.

But their horses are worrisome. The river bed runs from east to west, winding across hundreds of miles, and there are nearly two months away from Bagnamo Mountain in front of them.If there is heavy snow or famine in the snow field, there are not enough people to be buried.

Huo Huo was the first to dismount from his horse, and jumped down, and there was a thud on the river bed.

dong dong dong dong!

As soon as it went down, Huo Huo raised his foot and chopped wildly.

"Bottom out! Strong enough!"

Huo Huo returned his voice.

"How do you usually live?"

Zheng Xiu smiled and asked Yue Linglong in his arms.

Yue Linglong replied truthfully: "From January to March every year, the source of this river is frozen and cut off without exception. If you want to cross the river, firstly, before the winter completely enters; And crossing. Or...abandoning the horse and walking."

Zheng Xiu was thoughtful.

Huo Huo quickly climbed up the edge of the river bed nimbly, and climbed up easily after a few breaths.

"It's not easy! You can't stay here for a few months."

"Let me do it."

Zheng Xiu turned over and dismounted, and there was a clear sound of bones moving under the long sleeves. With a shake of the robe, a strangely shaped paintbrush appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand.

Huo Huo and Shen Shizong were puzzled when they saw Zheng Xiu take out a strange thing that looked like a pen but not a pen.

Zheng Xiu bit his finger, used blood as ink, and leaned over to draw a delicate bridge at his feet.

Huo Huo stared straight at him, and Zheng Xiu even took the time to paint green mountains and flowing water on the small bridge as a decoration, which is very delicate.

"My lord, are you...?"

Shen Shizong's hand is very healthy, he wanted to reach out to touch the small bridge on the ground in bewilderment, only to see Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, turned his pen, in front of two hundred soldiers, a stream of blood was like a long river, flowing along Zheng Xiu The stroke of the pen was pulled up from the ground and extended to the river bed.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu's pen came true, and a beautiful red bridge appeared in front of everyone, stretching obliquely towards the river bed.

Huo Huo, Shen Shizong, the two hundred soldiers, barbarians, and Grandpa Samba all showed expressions of astonishment.

Yue Linglong's eyes lighted up slightly, and under the shadows, she opened her mouth slightly, also inexplicably amazed.

Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya laughed and hummed a ditty, they had already guessed that the master had gone through many tricks, and it was not a big deal to reveal at 01:30.

The monk praised: "Brother's painting skills have not diminished in the past."

He subconsciously refers to those years in the picture scroll. As soon as he finished speaking, the monk applauded and laughed happily like a child: "It's so beautiful! Big brother's paintings are so beautiful!"

"Great!"

After being startled for a while, Huo Huo finally saw the legendary Scarlet King performing thaumaturgy. Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

The rest of the soldiers were speechless for a moment. In many people's perception, "wealth" is the thaumaturgy of the Red King. It is enough to be rich and powerful, so what else is needed.

Never expected that the Red King would have such a hand.

"It's amazing!"

Shen Shizong walked up the bridge carefully, feeling the firmness of the bridge, touching here and there, and he even knelt down to dig the green mountains and flowing water on the bridge piers, admiring.

"Are you a 'painter'?"

When Zheng Xiu mounted his horse again and everyone crossed the bridge in an orderly manner and stepped into the river bed, Yue Linglong couldn't help asking.

"Ok?"

Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows, his face turned cold, and his tone was calm and prestige.

"It's Yue Linglong who is being abrupt."

After Yue Linglong finished speaking, she shut up and didn't talk about it.

About half an hour later, a group of people walked slowly on the river bed along the previous formation.

The river bed was covered with ice, and the road surface was extremely slippery, which was different from ordinary frozen soil.The big dry horseshoes were walking on the ice, and several horses almost fell down. Huo Huo ordered everyone to lead the horses to prevent the horses from being injured and affecting the subsequent journey.

There was a lot of snow scattered here and there on the river bed.

The envoy Samba, who walked tremblingly with the savages, didn't care at first.But after walking for a while, Samba frowned first, looking around, as if remembering something.

"Princess! Princess! Princess!"

Samba stepped on the ice and walked towards Yue Linglong and Zheng Xiu, shouting something.

At this moment, the snow around everyone squirmed, and silently condensed into "human figures".

call out!
The snow that was supposed to be soft turned into a deadly machete in an instant, slashing at the necks of Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, Shen Shizong, Huo Huo, Qing Shisan and others.

(End of this chapter)