In this storm that almost caused a disaster, everyone had an agenda.

The candlestick is Fengbei.

The person who edited the pictures was the "painter".

The three princes are seeking the legitimate throne.

I don’t know what the incomplete building is for.

This messy drama finally disappeared because of Lao Wei's decision.

But Zheng Xiu happened to kill the crow farmer and put out Zhu's eyes, so Zhu had to retreat and Ye Weiyang existed in name only.

The threads are peeled off, and there are layers of connections. This makes Zheng Xiu wonder whether the outcome of all this is also part of Zhu's arrangement?

"When did I become so paranoid?"

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Xiu laughed to himself.

It seems that Zhu, who has lived for thousands of years, and the secrets Zheng Xiu learned from Gongsun Mo's memory, brought him too much pressure.

Finally, Zheng Xiu solemnly said to Qing: "Keep an eye on Wei Chen."

Qing Shisan took the order and left.

A few more days passed like this.

Zheng Xiu was a little uncomfortable with the monk leaving.

It seems that he has been staying with the monk all these years.

From time to time, he entered the prison of his mind and checked the route of the "Bald Inn" on the prison of his heart.

Zheng Xiu would always enter the prison of his mind when he was bored, and from time to time he would study the [Painter]'s weird things, and from time to time poke the face of "Fengbei Station" to study her scale, and from time to time poke the bald head of the Bald Head Station to pass the time.

time.

After escaping from the cannibal painting, Feng Bei was alone and homeless - in her words, her home was destroyed by someone unknown, so she could only live in Zheng's house temporarily, hoping that Zheng Xiu would take her in.

Whenever he saw Feng Bei talking angrily about who had done something wrong to her family, Zheng Xiu would try his best to keep a straight face, for fear that he might not be able to hold back his laughter.

Feng Bei vaguely sensed that this matter seemed to be related to her sweetheart, and even suspected that Zheng Xiu had done it deliberately and carelessly, but she could not find a reason for Zheng Xiu to smash her house to pieces for no reason, so she had to give up.

Yin Qingqing, that is, the woman sent by the emperor. After arriving at the Zheng family, Zheng Xiu arranged for Feng Bei to be a personal maid. This was a matter of killing two birds with one stone, but Feng Bei was not used to getting along with other people.

There was no communication at all with Yin Qingqing. In addition, Yin Qingqing seemed to know how scary Feng Bei was, and acted cautiously in front of Feng Bei, unable to hide the fear in his heart. This kind of body language that regarded Feng Bei as a "monster" was obviously

He unintentionally touched Feng Bei's sore spot, so most of the time, Feng Bei would not take Yin Qingqing with him.

Yin Qingqing was effectively placed under house arrest in Fengbei's room and was not allowed to go out all day long.

After a few days of leisure, Zheng Xiu knew that he was under a lot of pressure, so he decided to listen to a little song to relieve the pressure.

Lying in the hall, Zheng Xiu clapped his hands and ordered to go down. Not long after, Zhizhi, Pingping, Lily, and Bobo came to Zheng Xiu wearing luxurious clothes and looking calm.

A simple maid brought hot tea.

After a while, Yin Qingqing came here with a calm face, wearing a thin shirt and a red bellyband looming.

Zheng Xiu looked at Zhizhi, he knew that this girl had the worst temper, and he did not let Yin Qingqing dress like this. Sure enough, Zhizhi smiled mischievously, and then asked in a soft and soft tone: "Master, what do you want?

What music are you listening to?"

"It's okay, you can sing whatever you want. Qingqing dances."

"okay!"

Zhizhi agreed repeatedly, his fingers glowed with white light, and he plucked a few crisp notes on the strings like lightning, ding-ding-dong-dong.

In an instant, except for Yin Qingqing, the other three women's faces turned red. Pingping, who was about to play along, fell motionless with her fingers on the Ji Qin.

Zheng Xiu, who was drinking tea, squirted out and almost sprayed on Yin Qingqing.

This is the tune of "Eighteen Touches".

"Just the song about the reunion dinner."

Zheng Xiu knew that if he didn't order a song, Zhizhi and the others might actually dare to sing "Eighteen Touches" in broad daylight for fun, so he quickly ordered it.

"There are always one or two trends in the world..."

Zheng, Qin, Xiao, Qu, and [Orchid], each of the four girls showed off their talents. The melodious music floated out of the hall and echoed throughout Zheng's house.

During the music, Yin Qingqing, who was supposed to be responsible for the dance, remained motionless, lowered her head and remained silent.

Zheng Xiu frowned.

Yin Qingqing bit her lower lip: "I don't know how to do this."

"come over."

Zheng Xiu squinted his eyes and raised his fingers at Yin Qingqing.

Yin Qingqing came to Zheng Xiu obediently.

This was the first time in so many days that Zheng Xiu took a serious look at Yin Qingqing's appearance. Ever since Old Wei forced Yin Qingqing to Zheng Xiu, Zheng Xiu had almost forgotten her in the corner. After looking carefully, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but

Surprisingly, I didn't look carefully at her clothes during the heavy rain that night. In fact, Yin Qingqing's appearance was even better than that of the four maids who played, played, and sang.

Her slim and plump figure exuded a mature charm against the backdrop of tulle and a bellyband. Her delicate collarbones were curved just right, and a string of small bone chains hung around her fair neck. What Zheng Xiu cared about the most were her eyes.

There was no youthfulness in her eyes at her age, but instead there was a calmness and indifference as if she had seen through the world.

"Pinch your legs."

Yin Qingqing knelt down and kneaded Zheng Xiu's thighs tightly and loosely.

"Tell the Emperor that I agree."

Yin Qingqing trembled slightly and kneaded her hands for a moment, but she still nodded and agreed: "I understand, Master."

"If you want to leave, I can't keep you here."

"Qingqing can't go back."

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, listened to the music, and enjoyed Yin Qingqing's service. Zheng Xiu was not surprised when he heard the reply.

"Are you originally from the Secret Service?"

Yin Qingqing replied calmly: "Master Zheng is wise. Before I came to the Zheng family, I was indeed a member of the Secret Service."

"The Emperor is really willing to give up."

"Your Majesty has always admired the Marquis."

She secretly changed the title of "Master" to "Master Hou". If you taste it carefully, it has a different artistic conception.

"Now that Zheng is here, stay peacefully."

"Yes, sir."

Zheng Xiu asked one question after another.

The four girls were playing and singing outside.

"How old are you?"

Yin Qingqing was silent and sighed softly: "Master, do you really want to know?"

"explain."

Zheng Xiu's tone condensed.

"This slave girl is thirty-five this year."

The music stopped suddenly.

"What?" Pingping was stunned: "Impossible."

Zheng Xiu opened his eyes and looked at Yin Qingqing carefully. She looked like she was in her early twenties.

Yin Qingqing stood up in front of Zheng Xiu and turned her back, causing the gauze on her smooth shoulders to slip off.

In front of Zheng Xiu, her bellyband was half untied. She covered her front with a calm face, and the curves of her back were completely exposed to Zheng Xiu. In the cover of the bellyband, two twisted words were particularly conspicuous - "Jiyou".
Chapter completed!