Brocade without a knife

The night in northern Xinjiang was bone-chillingly cold, and He Zhen snuggled up quietly at the head of Lu Zhengming's bed with a hand stove in his hand, occasionally tranced for a moment, and most of the time he looked down at Lu Zhengming's face.

There was no joy, anger, or worry on his face, as if he was simply checking to see if the people around him were still angry.

Anyone can see that there is something wrong with Hezhen's state, but almost no one dares to say anything more. An angry Hezhen is not scary, but what is scary is Hezhen who is as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

The door was kicked open abruptly, and the old admiral gloomily looked at He Zhen, who was still unmoved, and said "get out" without a good voice, and flung his sleeves away.

He Zhen lowered his head and took another look at Lu Zhengming. Ruyu's face didn't show any waves, and he got up and got out of bed. After walking two steps, he turned around and covered Lu Zhengming's quilt thoughtfully.

The bluestone road in the house was badly damaged, and Hesi's boots stepped on it without making a sound.

When he got closer, the old factory owner seemed to feel something and turned his head back, his creased face trembled, and he mocked: "You are promising enough, you have tossed yourself more like a ghost than a ghost in just one day."

He Zhen hugged the hand stove tightly, as if absorbing the only warmth from it, turned his dark eyes to the old factory owner, and asked softly, "Did you move the hand?"

The old factory owner was not surprised at all when he asked this question, and the sarcasm on his face became even stronger: "Do you think your godfather is worthy of making such a big circle to kill your little love?" When we arrived, he was more excited and talked a little more tonight, as if he would not stop piercing He Zhen's dead appearance, and the singer said in a tone of voice, "Seeing you acting out love is more disgusting than Jin Jian?"

He Zhen didn't mind his cynicism, and nodded as if he was okay.

The old factory owner was really pissed off by his calmness this time, he took two steps closer, and raised his eyes that were almost blocked by drooping wrinkles, making people shudder: "What, I want to say that I did it, Do you still want to take revenge on your godfather for that little bastard?"

There was no extra emotion on He Zhen's pale face, he just shook his head calmly: "No." He paused for a moment, and said lightly, "Although I didn't tell him clearly, he did help Xiao Xun a lot before. I'm sorry about the matter between me and Dongchang. If you did it, treat him as paying off the debt with his life. When he recovers," He Zhen's voice became lower and lower, and finally became inaudible, "I'll take him Walk."

The old factory owner was furious, if he was thinking that the person in front of him was of the blood of the late emperor, he almost wanted to kill this unworthy thing, he smiled angrily: "Okay, okay, the cub I have raised for 20 years is bleeding. The blood of the late emperor bears the heavy burden of a country. Now, when the wind and rain are turbulent, and internal and external troubles are in turmoil, he is willing to die and live for a man, and even go far away! If I had known today, why would I go to such lengths to save your dog's life!"

He Zhen exhaled a breath of white air lightly, scattered in the icy wind, as if exhaling all the depression accumulated in his chest, and suddenly smiled: "Godfather, you can just talk to others about this kind of thing." He breathed a sigh of relief, with a somewhat casual look on his face, "Let's stop plotting against each other. You didn't tell the truth the night you came to Xinghua Village. I'm not only the late emperor's hidden son, but I should have other identities. He thought for a while and said, "It's from my mother's side, I guess."

The old factory owner's face changed in shock, and he stared at He Zhen: "What did you find?"

The four guardians of Dongchang are now said to be Hezhen's people, but it is better to say that they still obey the orders of the old factory owner.

Hezhen's every move is under the eyes of the old man. Although many actions after he took over the East Factory did not please the old admiral, the old admiral remained silent and did not interfere in any way.

Dongchang is just a stepping stone for He Zhen, and it will be his knife when he ascends to that position and becomes the emperor of the entire Dayan.

A knife must obey its master, its usefulness can only be determined by its master.

Whether to kill people without blood, or to cut grass and roots, to exterminate families and ransack homes all depend on He Zhen's thought.

But now Hezhen knows some things that he shouldn't know under his nose, which makes the old admiral suddenly feel a kind of fear that he doesn't want to admit since he reunited with this godson, and there is also a kind of feeling that "the child has finally grown up". Weirdly comforting.

He Zhen stroked the stove, raised his eyes that had been drooping slightly, and showed a faint smile. He shook his head: "I didn't check anything, but I still seem to have some childhood memories." Said loudly, "My mother is from Jin, right? Jin and Dayan are separated by an inland sea, and I vaguely remember that I came from the other side of the sea."

The face of the old admiral became more and more serious with his words, but it also proved from the side that He Zhen's memory is true. His expression was very complicated, but he finally admitted: "It is true. Back then, your mother couldn't help herself. Protecting you Zhou Quan can only send you to Dayan. Although in my opinion, she also sent you to death, but at least you survived."

He Zhen: "I survived at that time, but I almost died not long ago." He looked at the old admiral with a bit of confusion and speculation on his face, "I still feel that I am very sick. A sign. Until I met that old Taoist priest Nayin..."

The old admiral looked angry: "I knew it! I knew it! There must be the handwriting of that old man Nayin, otherwise..."

He Zhen: "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be able to survive that time."

The old admiral snorted, he was walking back and forth in the courtyard like an angry trapped animal: "Fuck your mother! You are born to be a phoenix, you should have this fate in your life! Have you never heard of it? You have survived that calamity, and you have the blood of dragon and phoenix. You will be free from disease and disaster, and live a long life. It’s just that brazen old thing Nayin, who pretends to be a ghost while you are sick, and you are still grateful to him??? It’s ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

He Zhen: "..."

The old admiral was panting heavily and stared at him.

He Zhen touched the tip of his nose: "No, godfather, I thought that I was the seed left by the late emperor, which is already bizarre enough, but now you suddenly tell me, what kind of shit is on my shoulders..." He said incredulously, "I It's a man!"

As soon as this remark came out, both of them glanced at He Zhen at the same time.

He Zhen: "..."

The old admiral: "..."

He Zhen's face was gloomy: "I'm not a real eunuch, I have some at least!"

All right, the real eunuch, the old admiral, is too lazy to bother with this bastard about this kind of bullshit. He impatiently danced his saliva: "You know what! The so-called phoenix life is the blood of your mother's family, your mother She was born in an ancient family in the state of Jin, and the ancestors of this family came from an ancient Wu family.

Before meeting Nayin, He Zhen never believed in the theory of strange power and chaos.Therefore, although He Zhen thinks what his godfather said is ridiculous, he still believes it somewhat in his heart.

Besides, he does have a phoenix born with him.

The old admiral seemed to see through He Zhen's dubiousness under the silence, and snorted coldly: "Your mother is also considered a noble daughter in the Jin country, you can let people know if you want."

He Zhen rubbed his forehead: "Godfather, tell me what else you are hiding from me. I believe you even if you say that I am the reincarnation of a god."

Even the bullshit phoenix has appeared, is it still far from the reincarnation of the gods?

He Zhen paused: "If you want me to have an honorable name on the throne, then forget about doing these things. Aren't all emperors reincarnated from real dragons? I've never heard of a phoenix on the throne."

The old admiral: "..."

Realizing that He Zhen is not interested in his mother and the past of the late emperor at all, the admiral's original plan of showing emotion and reasoning was awkwardly stuck there and was no longer needed.He thought for a while, and found that he could no longer grasp the thoughts of his godson, and finally he was impatient and furious: "I said you boy will not be soft and hard, what are you going to do if you are invulnerable?! Don't tell me that you want to fight with me!" That little Jin Yiwei retreated to the mountains and forests, and didn’t ask such nonsense about worldly affairs, if you dare to say a word, tomorrow and today are the memorial day for your little lover!"

"This..." He Zhen really had this kind of thought, but it was just a thought, no matter whether he is the son of the first emperor or not, but now that Dayan is in a situation where the country is about to die at any time, He Zhen can't get over it And retreat.He is gone, the country is broken, how can he find a safe place to retreat?

He Zhen raised his head, met his godfather's old but still sharp eyes, and smiled suddenly: "Although I never thought of myself as a son of a dragon, but godfather handed over Dongchang to me. I still have it. If it wasn't for my sudden illness, I wouldn't let Xiao Xun take advantage of it. I will clean up the mess I left behind."

Before he finished speaking, a knock on the door suddenly sounded in the quiet deserted house.The knocks on the door were neither fast nor slow, one after another, and then stopped after three knocks, as if politely waiting for the master to answer the door.

The old admiral was startled, and looked back at the place where the voice came from, then looked back at He Zhen, narrowing his eyes: "Who is it?"

"Guests from King Ning." He Zhen looked at Lu Zhengming's sleeping room, "It's impossible for King Ning to not know about the turmoil we caused in northern Xinjiang. We must have been stared at by him since we left the town. Come on, since there are more than one pair of eyes staring at us, why don't we take the initiative to find a backer, so as not to become the target of public criticism."

As He Zhen spoke, he said to the outside world: "Go and ask Mr. to come in."

The old admiral's eyes flickered twice, but he didn't say anything.

Soon Zhao Jingzhong led someone in, and the unexpected visitor was not a man, but a woman wearing a fence.

The woman's face was hidden under the veil. Although it was hazy, she could tell that she was a beauty. She saluted Hesi respectfully, blessed the old admiral lightly, and then faced Hezhen again, and took out a A bamboo tube with the width of your thumb, bowing your head and offering it with both hands.

From the beginning to the end, the woman didn't say a word.