Born short-lived

Since Zhou Zirong was banned from the palace, he read books, practiced knives, ate and slept every day from morning to night.Luo Chi was in no hurry, he was so anxious that his mouth was full of anger, as if his general was not confined to his home but went directly to a prison.

The man was sitting in the front yard of the palace, he would sigh every couple of times, it was unlucky no matter how he heard it.When Zhou Zirong went to the front hall to pour a glass of water, he could hear him sighing. The more he heard it, the more he had a headache. He felt that he might be leaking air, so he finally couldn't bear it and sent him to buy supper.

Luo Chi said with a sad face: "General, why don't you come to His Majesty's lifting of the ban...you say..."

Zhou Zirong forced a smile: "It's not a bad thing... Look, it's midnight now, aren't you hungry? Help me see if there are still buns for sale at the street corner."

Luo Chi raised his bitter face, and sighed heavily again.

"Don't go, I've brought it." An extremely low voice sounded from the outer wall of the palace, Zhou Zirong was slightly startled, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar black figure lying on the wall of his house.

A man dressed in black, with a basket of steamed buns in his hand, rolled over from the wall and said, "I knew you liked this, and Huajing can still swallow these pastries."

Zhou Zirong frowned, but he didn't seem surprised, he just said: "Didn't I say, try to come here as little as possible during this time, you are a prince, try to avoid suspicion..."

"Hey, that's all right, all right, don't get cheap and act like a good boy." Dong Sheng waved his hands nonchalantly, and handed the steamed bun to Luo Chi casually, "They didn't even know it was me."

As Dong Sheng spoke, he tugged at his face covered with blood; "How is it, Aunt Zhou?"

Zhou Zirong shook his head helplessly, and said to Luo Chi, "Take it to the kitchen and let the cook heat it up."

Luo Chi let out a hesitation, and looked at them both hesitantly, as if he wanted to ask something else, but Zhou Zirong gave him a stare, so he had to leave in a hurry.

Zhou Zirong led Dong Sheng into the front hall, and handed him a carved huanghuali chair: "What do you want me to do?"

Dong Sheng sat down unceremoniously: "Have you heard about Panyang?"

Zhou Zirong nodded, went to the table to pick up the teapot and cup, and poured a cup of hot tea for Dong Sheng: "I heard, has the imperial court made any arrangements?... Let's drink some water first, here, be careful."

Dong Sheng took the small firewood-fired porcelain cup from him, Zhou Zirong only poured [-]% of the tea, the rim of the cup was not hot, Dong Sheng took it over with two fingers: "The emperor I haven't said it yet, but I think it should have something to do with you."

"Oh?" Zhou Zirong raised his eyebrows and smiled, pulled up a chair and sat down, "Your Majesty thinks of me?"

Dong Sheng put down the cup in his hand, half-jokingly said: "Yo, are you still angry?"

Having been with Zhou Zirong for so many years, Dong Sheng rarely sees this person angry, and even if he is angry, it is hard to see it on the face, but when he talks to people close to him, he will be a little bit prickly.

Zhou Zirong shook his head: "How dare you? Tell me, what's going on?"

Dong Sheng swallowed his tea and exhaled comfortably: "Well, this tea is not bad, did it come from Donghai?... A few days ago, I asked someone to keep an eye on the cabinet. Didn't the emperor want to send someone to Panyang? Let’s go, the candidate hasn’t been announced yet.”

The implication is obvious, that is, Zhou Zirong may be on the list of envoys.In fact, it would not be surprising if it was true. Zhou Zirong was stationed in the East China Sea and had to deal with Panyang all year round. Now that Panyang has changed, it would be no harm for him to go and have a look.

The most important thing is that at this juncture, the farther Zhou Zirong is from Huajing, the better.

"My old lady still protects you very much." Dong Sheng blinked at him treacherously, "When you come back, the rumors are almost over."

There was no joy on Zhou Zirong's face, he was silent for a while, and frowned, "What about you?"

Dong Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled dryly, then slowly put down the cup again: "You can go with peace of mind, I don't need you to worry about me here."

Dong Sheng knew what he was worried about. Those people who sprayed him in the hall definitely did not appear out of thin air. After Zhou Zirong left, those people would probably become even more arrogant.

"They still don't dare to do anything to me," Dong Sheng smiled, "It's you, Panyang's situation is unknown now, when the old man was in power, he would pretend to be friendly with us, but now it's not necessarily the case. If there is a difference, you should withdraw immediately."

Zhou Zirong thought about it for a while, intentionally or unintentionally staggered Dong Sheng's words, and asked instead: "What's going on in Nanjiang?"

It has been more than half a month since Zhou Zirong was banned. If the situation in southern Xinjiang has been settled, then the weather is warmer now, and the land can already be dug and started.

But Dong Sheng shook his head: "Not yet, the plague has not been suppressed, and the construction aid team is desperately unwilling to start work."

Zhou Zirong didn't react after hearing this, it seemed to be expected, he thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, there is no way, it's up to Aldan to figure out a way."

Dong Sheng was noncommittal, and only said: "No matter what, this bone in Nanjiang must be gnawed down."

Dong Sheng continued: "Southern Xinjiang Nanyang has great prospects, and those old men don't know whether they really can't see it or are pretending to be stupid. If Nanyang's business channels are opened up, it will not only be a matter of making money and making friends with Slan."

"The assembly of white crystal psychic power is very expensive, not every factory can afford it, and some of them are still in the era when everyone worked happily together decades ago. Now our labor wages are getting higher and higher, and their costs It’s almost catching up with the selling price, the profit is not enough, and the turnover can’t be turned over. It’s only now that I want to follow up with Daliu, but I have no money.” Dong Sheng shrugged, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, mourning his misfortune and angering him, “One Two are okay, so let them go, the response is so slow, they deserve to close down. But the problem is that there are too many, you know? Too many. But if they can open factories in Sri Lanka, these factories can survive."

Zhou Zirong: "And then?"

"There are so many homeless people in Sri Lanka, Aldan can't find a way to resettle them, so we will give him a chance." Dong Sheng said, "Not only can we give our factory time to turn around, but it can also tie up most of Sri Lanka. Labor, we can afford to lose those factories, but they can't afford to lose so many jobs."

"Of course, these are still incidental," Dong Sheng said solemnly, "Slan's business roads are opened up, and when it starts to make a lot of money, we can expand the business roads to the entire Nanyang. The commercial roads of the West are connected, and a commercial road runs through the north and south of the Eastern Continent, and we happen to be in the middle."

This means that all trades on this business route cannot be decoupled from Hua Xu.It's not just the few Jizi's money that affects Hua Xu's strong financial resources. The result of this is that the interests of the entire Eastern Continent will be condensed into a rope by Hua Xu, and no one can do without others.

"What do we lack the most?"

Zhou Zirong smiled and said, "What do you want to say, ally?"

Dong Sheng smiled and snapped his fingers: "Yes."

Now that Huaxu's power in the Four-Party Federation is growing, he will inevitably be suppressed by the big bully, but if so many countries are tied to him, big Ling has to think twice before making a move.

Zhou Zirong was silent for a while, still very shameless, and poured a basin of cold water cautiously: "But you have to think clearly, this is not easy."

Dong Sheng nodded: "I know, no matter how difficult it is, I have to chew it down."

Not only is it necessary to open up relations between countries, but this thing is a black hole, and it is uncertain how much money will be thrown into it-South Seas are different from Western Oceans, and there is inevitably mud that cannot support the wall.

Zhou Zirong smiled, glanced at his cold tea, took it over and poured it silently, and then poured him a cup of hot one: "It's good that you can understand, you can't do this, and you can't do it." People can do it."

"Go back after drinking this cup, it's too late and inappropriate."

"Okay," Dong Sheng gulped down a whole glass like drinking water, "You make some snacks yourself."

This man was a monkey, he came in over the wall and went out over the wall.As soon as he left, Luo Chi came looking for him with the steamed buns that had just been heated, and the meaty smell of the buns filled the entire front hall.

With one still stuffed in Luo Chi's mouth, he said falteringly, "Oh, you're talking about Gangjun, let's have a taste... Eh? Your Highness?"

He took off the steamed stuffed bun that he had bitten off most of the side, and belatedly said, "Why did you just come and leave now?"

Zhou Zirong stood at the entrance of the front hall and looked towards the courtyard wall for a while, then strolled back: "It's not good if he stays for a long time and is seen by others."

Zhou Zirong sat on the wooden chair where Dongsheng was sitting just now, picked up the cup he used and held it in his hand, turning it around for a while. There was still some residual warmth along the mouth, and he couldn't tell it was tea. The temperature is the temperature of the population.

Luo Chi handed him the buns on the plate: "Try it, it tastes really good."

But Zhou Zirong only glanced at it, and calmly held the cup in his sleeve, and stood up: "You eat, I'm going back to sleep."

Luo Chi was stunned for a moment, looked at the big plate of meat buns, and suddenly became frowning: "No, General, didn't you just say you want supper? I can't finish it all by myself."

Zhou Zirong left without looking back: "Then feed it to the dogs."

Luo Chi's face became even more bitter, he thought to himself that the dog was in the East China Sea, where did the dog come from in the palace in Huajing?

Luo Chi picked up another steamed stuffed bun, and said to himself, "Eating all of this will kill me..."

But after saying this, he realized that something was wrong... This general, probably did it on purpose, right?

Zhou Zirong walked into the corridor leading to the wing room in the backyard by himself, and then nervously took out the cup to look at it.When his fingertips touched the edge again, the last trace of warmth that had not dissipated seemed to penetrate his fingertips like an electric current, and Zhou Zirong couldn't help trembling slightly.

What am I thinking...

Zhou Zirong reprimanded himself in such annoyance, but tentatively moved the cup slowly to the tip of his nose.

A subtle sense of shame spread in his heart, and he sniffed the mouth of the cup awkwardly.

A faint but clear warm smell drifted into his nose like a gossamer. It was a scent wrapped in tea and belonged to that person's body.

General Zhou, who has always been calm, suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning.

What am I doing?outrageous!

It's been so many years, so many years, why is it now...

Zhou Zirong felt a headache.

He said to himself, no, you can't touch him anymore.

He hesitated for a while whether to go back to the front hall and put the cup back, or just smash it to pieces.

"Don't be crazy..." He thought dejectedly, but still clutched the cup and went back to the room.