I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

Zhao Xin, the dog day, must die!

Zhengzhou is also very vengeful after being badly hurt several times.

Yu Jurong squinted his eyes slightly, narrow and charming eyes, and looked at Zhengzhou. Suddenly, Yu Jurong asked: "Young Master Zheng, is he really the only son of the traitor of the Song Dynasty, the most notorious dandy in Tokyo?"

Are you questioning my blood relationship?

"You can ask my father about this, maybe it will be more reliable." Zheng Zhou tapped on the armrest of the recliner, trying to change his position, to see more clearly.

"Mr. Zheng, forgive me for being abrupt, but your image is a bit different from the legends. I thought that the descendants of adulterers, even if they are dudes, would not hate Da Song deeply. I didn't expect you to be so disrespectful."

For a moment, Zhengzhou couldn't tell whether Yu Juirong was praising him or teasing him.

"Oh, why don't you recognize your relatives? This world is neither Song nor Chu, but the people, and the great Intanaxionell will definitely come true, you won't understand." Zhengzhou felt chest The red scarf on the front is more colorful.

"Mr. Zheng, what are you talking about?" Yu Juirong asked in confusion.

Zheng Zhou waved his hand and responded: "It's nothing, you asked too much, Mo Jie sent her out of the house."

"By the way, I get up early in the morning. I spend most of my time at Xiangfu in the morning. I eat in the garden at noon. When I'm not in Huajie Liuxiang in the afternoon, I enjoy flowers by the lake. In the evening, I go back to the residence for dinner. I never go out at night. Don't forget."

When Yu Tired didn't know why, Zheng Zhou got off the reclining chair and walked into the house.

He has said enough.

If Twelve Nights Red Moon couldn't kill herself like this, she would be more or less useless.

Mo Jie did as he did, and after sending Yu Jurong out of the mansion, he rushed to Zhengzhou's room: "Master, I think what you said just now was a bit too hasty."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Mo Jie was very excited: "How can you tell the assassins of Twelve Nights Red Moon about your whereabouts? This way, it will be easier for them to attack."

"Don't think that they only have the means of disguised assassination. The means of poisoned wine and poisoned arrows are all carried forward in the hands of Twelve Nights Red Moon."

Who cares about these?

Zheng Zhou turned around and asked, "Based on what you've seen, how high is the probability that I will be assassinated by them?"

Mo Jie intended to frighten Zhengzhou, so he made up a casual way: "At least [-]%, [-]% is also possible."

Zhengzhou laughed when he heard the words: "Is there such a good thing? I'm going to have a few more drinks tonight."

Chapter 42

Mo Jie had just left not long ago.

Another uninvited visitor came to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The housekeeper said at the door: "Master, the young princess wants to see you."

Zhao Juer?

Thinking of Zhao Ju'er's stupid incident that day, Zhengzhou said annoyedly: "Just say that I am not in the prime minister's mansion, and just deal with it casually. Do you still have to ask me about such a trivial matter?"

"That... in fact, she's already here."

Zhengzhou had no choice but to push open the door. Under the sun, Zhao Ju'er smiled brightly, her skin was creamy, and her gaze was shining brightly.

Against the backdrop of the warm sun, there was some reflection.

Natural milky white skin is quite rare.

Hey, it's a pity that I didn't come up with a good name.

Calling Zhao Dulian is better than Zhao Juer.

"Young Master Zheng, don't come here without any problems." Zhao Ju'er smiled straightforwardly, and her demeanor was well-known in the palace.

Zheng Zhou frowned and asked, "What are you doing here? Don't you think you've caused me enough trouble?"

Zhao Ju'er thought that Zhengzhou was talking about the attack, so she hurriedly argued: "My lord, those people are all here for you, not me."

"Today, I made a special trip to Xiangfu to ask you to do me a favor."

Zheng Zhou: "I'm just an ordinary person. I'm afraid I can't help you with this job. Please come back, young princess."

Just kidding, wouldn't it be nice to stay at home and wait for death?

Why leave?

Just when Zhengzhou was about to close the door, Zhao Ju'er sighed and said: "Hey, it's true, this matter is too dangerous, even a disciple of the Immortal Sect is at risk of death, Mr. Zheng should choose to be wise and protect his life."

Dangerous?

die?

Zhengzhou grasped the key points keenly, stopped in his footsteps, turned his back and said, "Come in and talk."

"Okay." Zhao Ju'er smiled sweetly.

Before coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion, she went to the Imperial College, and this method was taught to her by Wang Wenzheng.

Zhao Juer didn't believe it at the time.

Now it looks really useful.

Mr. Zheng is really a special person.

After entering Zhengzhou's bedroom, Zhao Ju'er took food wrapped in oil paper from her buckskin pouch, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zheng, I made these with my own hands. Try it and see how it tastes?"

Zhao Ju'er opened the greased paper familiarly, Zhengzhou looked at it for a long time, and asked uncertainly, "Is this roasted pigeon?"

Zhao Ju'er said angrily: "This is the fish-flavored shredded pork that I learned from the imperial chef in the palace. It's just that the appearance is a bit bad, but the taste must be great."

This dark solid thing is really fish-flavored shredded pork?

You won't die if you eat it, right?

Zhao Juer took the ivory chopsticks wrapped in fine cowhide and handed them to Zheng Zhou: "Mr. Zheng, try it, it will be amazing."

Zhengzhou caught the chopsticks, holding the joyful mentality that he would die if he ate them, and picked up the chopsticks.

Good guy.

This fish-flavored shredded pork is quite unique.

When one chopstick goes down, the whole plate rises.