Qi Yuanxiu · Self-cultivation

"They scolded me."

"You can't beat them either."

"If you can't beat them, bite them! If you can't bite them, I'll stare them with my eyes! I'll stare them to death!" The temperament of vengeance has been deeply planted in Xiaojuzi's heart since she was a child.

"What did they call you?"

"Hmph!" The kid raised his head proudly, and ran all the way back to the swinging home.

"Here, I brought it for you," He Min stuffed the snack into the kid's hand.

"what is this?"

"It's delicious," He Min rubbed the little ghost's messy hair. This child is considered pitiful. He learned from his parents that this child was a proton sent by his family. Those older children bullied him for this reason. The dim sum suddenly started to sob, and He Min comforted him: "If someone bullies you again, just tell me..."

He Min was introduced by the King of Jin when he was 11 years old, and became the then eight-year-old Mr. Wuchang, who is now Ji Xiu's staff.

After the age of 11, Hemin stopped living at home. It was not until Jixiu inherited the throne two years ago that he moved from the Jinyang Palace back to Xijiaomin Lane. Xijiaomin Lane is a lodging place specially prepared for officials. distance.

Tachibana Mingzhi at this time is no longer the poor little boy he was when he was a child. He is vicious and will reply to those who bully him with the dirtiest words. He calculates that the people around him have long been far away from him. Life is far more difficult than the life of a normal child. Life has taught this orange family to grow up in the cruelest way.

He lives on the fringes, with a kind nature, no one likes him, and his heart is full of inferiority complex and helplessness.He is afraid of loneliness, yearns for warmth, and hopes to get this rare charity from others—caring.But because he was afraid of being hurt, he put on a mask again and again. This mask is so thick, but so vulnerable.

Ju Mingzhi certainly wouldn’t recognize Brother Min who was 18 years ago. More than ten years ago, I heard from the nanny next door that the son of He family was brought back to the mansion by the old King Jin and would never return to this slum, little Ah Zhi Cried all night.When I saw this He Min again, he had already become a well-known aide to the King of Jinyang.Ju Mingzhi knew that the old brother Min no longer belonged to him.Then there is the exchange of fasting, one back and one, no one owes anyone.

In this story, everyone is a loser.

Ji Xiu definitely knew about the proton of the Ju family, but he didn't know the details of He Min and the proton. Min has been silent about this.

Ju Mingzhi still lives in Prince Consort Lane. After the old servant passed away, he didn’t arrange a new one for him. After He Min became a servant, Ji Xiu assigned him Xijiaomin Lane, which was closer to the palace, and summoned him. will be there.So the family moved back to the countryside, and the next door was always vacant.An alley was deserted and dark, with few lights.

As soon as Ju Mingzhi pushed the door open, he saw a person standing inside the door.

Young Master Ju said: "The majestic Prince Jin broke into a famous house privately, and if it spreads, he is not afraid of being laughed at by others."

"A joke is better than no one laughs," Ji Xiu said, "Mr. Orange is safe."

"Is there anything good or bad? I'm just a storyteller, so naturally I'm not as expensive as Wang Ye Jingui."

"After such a long time, you have grown up a lot, and your mouth has become more vicious."

"Compared with the prince's heart, I am willing to bow down."

"Ah," Ji Xiu agreed with his statement, but he didn't mind, and changed the topic: "I think that as a prince, I can't compare with He Minhe after all."

Tachibana Mingzhi put down the object in his hand, "What do you want to say?"

"The head of the Ju family, Ben Wang, hasn't come to visit since he took office. I'm really ashamed, and I'm sorry to the Ju family. Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll see you sometime." Ji Xiu walked slowly to the door. Funny, no wonder you have so many fans."

Ju Mingzhi didn't say a word, and watched the Lord of Hell's departure.

Ji Xiu is a terrifying person, cold to the bone, icy to the heart, snakes are much warmer than this person.This is the second time he has come into contact with Ji Xiu. The first time was at the funeral of the old King Jin. The rumored new prince has a solemn face, with a mature and stable face that does not match his age. He is not at all what a teenager should be. Some expressions are terrifying.Compared with the kind and honest old prince, he doesn't like this new prince from the bottom of his heart.I haven't seen him for a few years, but this Prince Jinyang is logically unfathomable. He has a hunch that this kind of visit will not be the last time. That annoying prince who admires the prince definitely has a purpose in his studies.

Shan Xuechen lay on the bed for seven days before he could get out of bed.

This Mr. Bai didn't dare to wander around in the mansion, so he locked the area to the east courtyard - there was a big pond over there, although it was untended and very ugly, but writing poems in front of this pond, Yiyi Love is still possible.

What Shan Xuechen didn't know was that this place used to be the place where the old concubine worshiped the Buddha. It was in a desolate place surrounded by Taihu Lake stones, but the pool was clean. Presumably it was running water. It connected to the river below. It didn't matter if he walked around. When I saw a person, that person was only wearing a jacket, with loose hair, and his back was turned to him.

Shan Xuechen's stink of making good friends came back again.

"Brother take the liberty."

The man was motionless.

Unexpectedly, the door was shut down, and Shan Xuechen was embarrassed to go.Jinyang Palace is really as weird as this prince, when the weather is not good enough to come out in single clothes, not to mention, this is Jinyang which is located in the north.

Shan Xuechen has a strong talent in making friends, and he has a thick skin, and he said unyieldingly: "My humble Baichan, may I ask your surname?"

The man didn't move.

He must be dead. Thinking of this, Shan Xuechen got goosebumps all over his body, but he continued with a stern expression: "Sir, you should put on your clothes, this palace is sparsely populated, I'm afraid there will be no one in the back if it freezes." In charge, Prince Jinyang is a very small person, and he won’t ask for medicine when he’s sick.”

The man was as motionless as a statue.

Shan Xuechen made fun of himself, "Then...then I'll take my leave!"

After Shan Xuechen walked away, the man opened his eyes.

Ji Xiu didn't go to the front hall today. Today is the day of meditation. After buttoning up the last button, he hid the dagger at his waist in his wide cuff, and raised his hand. There were dozens of scabbed wounds on his wrist. , Yinyin revealing red, obviously drawn recently, this problem is more and more.

Prince Jinyang is a very small person.

Is that person mentally ill?Ji Xiu couldn't help thinking.Long-winded and naive, why is he not afraid that I will kill him.He regretted a little, why didn't he kill him just now.

When Shan Xuechen entered the house, Wang Jian happened to be going out.

"Wang Daoist."

"Well, have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"Oh," Wang Jian obviously didn't want to invite him to dinner, so he prepared to go out after a word of coping.Turning around suddenly, he seemed to think of something:

"Let's go, Pindao will take you to have a massage."

"Ah... oh... uh..."

"Ah what? Tsk, let you go!"

Wang Jian took Shan Xuechen to Lailai Zhai.

The city layout of Jinyang is quite ancient, and it pays attention to the unity of man and nature. In Jinyang City, there are 25 streets interlaced from east to west, north and south, which divide the city into [-] squares, which correspond to the [-] gods. One hundred and eight stars.Thirteen houses are arranged in the north and south, which symbolizes the leap in a year.

Aside from Jinyang's harsh climate, the city's geographical location is good. The terrain is dominated by plains, and the overall terrain decreases from northwest to southeast. Outside the city, to the northwest is the famous Langshan Mountain, and there are a few hilly areas in the central and eastern parts.Jinyang Palace is located in the middle of the city, facing south, with Xichuan running through the city.

Most of the East City where the palace is located are the residences of nobles and dignitaries. Therefore, in the city, "treasures from all directions are accumulated", and the West City is mostly the residences of ordinary people. It is the main industrial and commercial area and the center of economic activities in Jinyang City. Moisturizing Jinyang from west to east, West City also has the famous Fire Temple and Earth Palace, as well as the largest gathering in the city.

Wang Jian took him to the West Market.

Near the city gate, there was a bustling group of people, those people were squatting on a small horse, with their hands in their sleeves, they were all quietly listening to the gentleman on the stage.The gentleman on the stage was very young, still childish, with a pointed face, but a pair of light brown eyes, wearing a square scarf on his head, and a plain shirt, but his eyes revealed a hint of cunning.

"...The weather in March, everything is revived, Qinchuan green willows are lined up for eight hundred miles, and the scenery is picturesque. At this time, along the avenue came a

personal.This person looks really different. He is about eight feet tall, with sloping shoulders and two big crane legs.

Purple goat liver, small eyes, hooked nose, water chestnut mouth.The most conspicuous and special thing is that there are two white eyebrows!

Big teeth, black teeth roots, the corners of the eyes are drooping, and the corners of the mouth are upturned. If you don't pay attention, you look like a hanged ghost.This person,

He wears a soft-bottomed hexagonal scarf on his head, pulls three-pointed arrowroot leaves upside down on the top beam door, and puts green pompoms on his temples. He wears blue all over his body.

Hanging soap, wearing a Wufusi Luan belt around the waist, wearing a gold silk big ring sword under the left rib, and holding a paper folding fan in his hand..."

It tells the story of the white-browed hero, which is really wonderful.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!" Then there was a snap of Xingmu.The crowd began to disperse sparsely.

Bravo!Shan Xuechen's eyes were filled with gold stars!This is much more exciting than just reading those popular novels!This man is a talent!

In the thinking of Mr. Shan, there is no one in the world who cannot be friends with. For those strange people, it is absolutely necessary to make friends.Therefore, when Ju Mingzhi closed the store, this presumptuous guest appeared in front of him with a bow.

Wang Jian was very pleased.

"Come back tomorrow, today is over."

Shan Xuechen said: "This bow is for Mr."

Tangerine Mingzhi thought that he had encountered another stubborn [-], rolled his eyes in his heart, but said politely on his face: "Accept."

"Can you tell me a little bit, sir?"

"No need!" This man is really a two hundred and five!

"My surname is Bai and my name is Baichan."

"Idiot?" Mingzhi Tachibana was suddenly amused.

"Bai Chan," was teased, but Shan Xuechen still replied respectfully.

"You're with him, right?" Mingzhi Tachibana pointed to Daoist Wang who was pretending to be dozing off from the beginning to the end.

"Uh...you can say the same."

"Hmph!" Tachibana snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then I'll take my leave, thank you for your support!" Then he left without looking back, leaving Shan Xuechen with a confused look on his face.

It wasn't the first day that Wang Jian came here. That person was Shun Auto Repair, but the reason for coming here was nothing more than thinking, let Wei Auto Repair do things, you really don't know what to do, why should you do things for him?He stole my elder brother Min, what else is he thinking?

Shan Xuechen felt as if he had been splashed with cold water.

By coincidence, Wang Jian woke up, stretched his waist, let out a breath, as if nothing had happened, and patted Shan Xuechen on the shoulder: "Go, I'll take you to have a massage."

Along the way, Shan Xuechen didn't say a word.

Wang Jian knew what he was thinking. When he went to the west building on the moon, there were hawkers pushing carts selling wontons on the street. The two sat at a stall and ordered two bowls of wontons.

"Come on, Xiaobai, let's eat first."

Shan Xuechen sat far away from him.

"Cooking fragrant rice in another house, Xun Xin does not come in..." The Taoist pretended to be relaxed and hummed a song, wheezing, and after a while, the bottom of a bowl of chaos was seen.

Shan Xuechen remained motionless.

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it," Wang Jian stretched out his hand to take the bowl in front of Shan Xuechen.Puffing, puffing, and after a while, our Taoist Wang let out a contented belch, which made the girl who sells flower silk in front of me roll her eyes.

"Then let's go back, ah."

Shan Xuechen couldn't get up.

Wang Jian thought to himself, well, this has consumed me.You said that you were bullied like that by the King of Jinyang before, and you didn't see you wasting time with him, so you just got into trouble with my great benefactor because of a storyteller. Isn't this pure white-eyed wolf and heartless.

"Angry?" Wang Jian said with a smile, "Isn't it just a storyteller? He doesn't want to give him face. It's not worth being angry for this kind of person. Is Xiaobai hungry? Do you want me to order you a bowl of noodles?"

Shan Xuechen finally straightened up, and strode forward.

"Oh, Xiaobai! The money hasn't been paid yet! Wait for me..."

Shan Xuechen did not speak to the priest for three days.

Wang Jian finally understood why Mr. Shan was so angry.For Mr. Shan, making friends is the most important thing in life, especially for talented people, he can't wait to be brothers born from the same mother's womb, hey, that's the virtue!It deserves to be sold by others!

Shen Xuechen felt that the storyteller ignored him because of Wang Jian, and it would have been fine if he had said he didn't know Wang Jian at that time.

So Wang Jian went to Prince Consort Lane for the last time.

"why is it you again?"

"not welcome?"

"Well, you have self-knowledge."

Wang Jian stretched out his hand and wiped the table with his fingertips, "There is a lot of dust, it seems that the servants didn't clean it properly."

There were only two old people serving the proton of the Ju family. Those two old people had passed away for many years. Ji Xiu pretended not to know, so he didn't send a new servant to the proton.

"The parents of the Ju family are really eloquent," Wang Jian continued, "It's a pity that this tongue is buried in the bookstall."

"Master Wang is flattering you."

"Don't flatter me, don't flatter me, Mr. Ju, have you ever considered defecting to Jinyang Mansion?"

"No."

"Tsk."

"He De and He Neng can get into the eyes of Jinyang Mansion."

"That's right, a good guy like He Min almost knelt down to you and you refused to forgive him. It seems that this bad boy's reputation is not in vain."

"What does it have to do with him?"

"Old Daoist, I also sincerely invite you to come out of the mountain, otherwise I won't have half a month to come here. Anyway, Mr. Orange probably refuses, but there are some things I think I should tell you. Ji Xiu didn't Let me tell you, it was Jinyang who rescued Shizhong's family back then, and He Min planned to give his life to Jinyang. He has his ambitions and his destiny. Ji Xiu is too shady. Be ruthless, follow Ji Xiu, I can't guarantee what will happen to me in the future, and naturally I can't guarantee what will happen to the adults in the matter."

"If you want to protect him, the only way is to enter Jinyang Mansion and use your strength to manage the development of the matter, so that you can negotiate with Ji Xiu in the future."

"Why should I protect him?!"

"A dead duck with a stubborn mouth, haha! I've said everything I should say and shouldn't say, think about it for yourself, I'll be waiting for you at Prince Jin's Mansion anytime."

When Wang Jian walked out of Prince Consort Lane, the night was already dark, and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. Something was about to change.

In the soldier's room in the outer city, Deputy General Su Hong knelt in front of Ji Xiu, without saying a word.

"Vice General Su, the man has gold under his knees, so he doesn't need to kneel every time."

Su Hong was also promoted to lieutenant general a few months ago. At twenty and seven, Su Hong was born with the face of a general, resolute, courageous and loyal.

"The subordinates are weak!" Su Hong wished he could die in battle at this time, he was ashamed of the great trust he had given to the prince, he really felt ashamed.

"What silly things?" Ji Xiu smiled, "Just try your best, and I just let you try it at that time. Besides, doing that kind of thing is not what a soldier should do."

How could Ji Xiu not know this?In war, what we fight is money. When the old King Jin was here, he paid attention to inaction. Even if this Jinyang mansion has become an empty shelf, even if he saves every province, it is a drop in the ocean. The military supplies are too large, and the military salary and food can only last until the next year. At the end of the month, if you are in arrears for a long time, you may mutiny.

Su Hong was trembling all over and could not speak.

"You'd better get up, if someone sees you, you should say that I'm mean to my subordinates."

"As for the money, I'll ask Tai Rongxiang to give you some more. What I asked you to do, you can do as usual. Those old men in the army, first follow along—"

"But they!" When Su Hong thought of the hard work of the soldiers while these old men were having a good time, he became very angry.The military power is in the hands of the general Bo Fengping, and the right general Bo Fengting is a member of the old school.

"Don't worry about it—" Ji Xiudao, "General Zhu and Counselor Lei are clearly my people, and those old things know it too. You are my people, and they don't know."

"It's much easier for you to do those things for me. I hope you can avoid it when it comes to public opinion."

"Yes!"

"The twelfth lunar month festival is coming soon. If there is any plan, I will let the hidden guard inform you. For the rest of the time, stay put."

"Yes."

When he heard the news that Ju Mingzhi had moved into Jinwang's mansion, Shan Xuechen was so excited that he didn't even bother to button his clothes, and ran to the east courtyard with a pair of shoes on.

Just entering the East Courtyard, the speed was too fast and bumped into a person. Just as Shan Xuechen wanted to apologize, the person turned his head slowly.

Ji Xiu rolled his eyes sullenly, why is it him again!

This man is really annoying!Not to mention the stupidity of the head, it feels like the wolf has taken away the heart and eyes!Such a person is alive and kicking in front of your eyes, but he can't be killed!

The order becomes bad for the whole person.

The two confronted each other like this, completely ignoring the bad weather.

"Yo, you two, where did you sing this?"

Just after bargaining with Ji Xiu, Ju Mingzhi appeared shaking his cattail fan. Because of his excitement, Shan Xuechen ran over with his bare feet, disheveled hair and no outerwear. He was really embarrassed.

Shan Xuechen was so frightened by Ji Xiu at first, and then ashamed by Ju Mingzhi, and suddenly realized his state, it was too rude!Immediately, his face seemed to have opened a dyeing workshop, red, yellow and so on, it was wonderful!Stamping his feet, he hurriedly turned around.

"How do you thank me?"

"Why should I thank you?"

"I'll help you get rid of that young man in white," Ju Mingzhi said while looking at Shan Xuechen who fled in a panic.

"and then?"

"You don't like him."

Ji Xiu smiled.

"Hehe, King Jinyang is famous for his diligent and thrifty family management. He never does business at a loss. This time he was afraid of inviting me here, so he didn't plan to let me go back. As for me, although I am on the sword now, I haven't died yet."

Ji Xiu looked indifferent.

"King Jinyang, let's make a deal," Tangerine Mingzhi immediately put away the indecency on his face, and knelt straight at Ji Xiu's feet.

"I know you are not a gentleman, but I still kneel down to you, I am not a gentleman, you are not me, you may never know the pain of being sold around, no one around you can rely on, what I can only rely on myself. When my parents died, I was pushed to Jinyang as a hostage by the gang of beasts in the clan. At that time, no one helped me, and those servants bullied me. I lived like a mouse , but at that time, I met He Min, he protected me, prevented those wild children from bullying me, and taught me to read and write. At that time... I was really happy, but I know that brother Min has his own ambition The burden, Jinyang's kindness to his family is as great as a mountain, and he will spare his life to protect this place."

"I also know that you are not a good person. You have never treated anyone sincerely. You are using others. Because He Min has received the kindness of the old prince, he is also willing to be used."

"It's his job."

"No! This is not his duty. You want too much! Your ambition is too great! He Min will follow you, and sooner or later one day the fuel will run out."

"It's his job, too."

"Duty? Are some people born to be used by others?"

"Little furry child."

Ju Mingzhi consciously made a mistake, so he apologized: "My lord, please forgive me. I am a storyteller. If I read too many legendary stories, I will naturally become vulgar. My lord, you must know that He Min is more important than my life to me. A heavy person, he is dead, there is nothing in this world worthy of my nostalgia. Maybe you don't care about the life of a humble proton, but people are born by parents, and the Ju family sent me to Jinyang back then , Although I don’t care about it, but it’s the face of the Ju family, if I die in the middle of it for no reason, the reason for the Ju family’s rebellion against Jinyang may be logical.”

These words are impeccable, that is, those gangs and muddleheaded people in the imperial court did not speak well like this storyteller.

"I don't ask much, I just ask you to let me think about He Min's future, and don't do everything so deadly."

Ji Xiu smiled, "Do you think I must need you?"

"The king of Jinyang has always recognized profits but not people. You have sent that fortune teller to my place to lobby for so long. You have already calculated such a good deal in the morning."

"Do you know what I want?" Ji Xiu lowered his voice.

"I will definitely win the Tachibana House," Tachibana Mingzhi said calmly, as if it was just a story.

Ji Xiu narrowed his eyes, this storyteller is really good, and this deal is too cost-effective, everyone has their own things that they must not do, maybe this is fate, everyone has their own story, don't I want anyone to understand me, the years go by quietly, leaving a trail of rain.

So Lai Lai Zhai has a new boss.

The storyteller was changed in Lailaizhai, and the boatmen and Kuding were different for this reason, but soon the family discovered that the storyteller had another skill besides storytelling—fortune-telling.

This gentleman has also gathered a lot of new popularity, so when Wang Jianlei returned to the palace with smoke coming from his throat, he didn't want to say a word. In the past few days, a new person has been added to the backyard. Shan Xuechen has paid homage to him several times. , but obviously that person is not easy to get along with, Mr. Shan came back from the backyard with a long face every day.

During this period, He Min ran there three times a day, running faster than meeting his own mother.On the road, he nodded his head and greeted him. Wang Jian could only smile wryly at this. He killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred. It was his own idea to let Ju Mingzhi come over. It is miserable to merge with that living hell king to discuss and calculate.

"The way of heaven is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric," Wang Jian said with Xingmu in one hand and the bell in the other.

"A new story begins."

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