surnamed Wang

Wang Yijing has been in Xi'an Town for half a month. Every day he stops doing business and walks around the streets like a streetwalker. He can chat with anyone he catches and always says some treacherous things.

"Hey, aunt, what do you think of King Wu?"

"Just look with your eyes, how else can you see?"

"I'm asking if you have any thoughts on what he did?"

"Young man, what do you do?"

The old lady looked at the young man in front of her suspiciously. All the young men of his age in the town were dragged to work in the palace. They were as tired as their grandchildren all day long. How could they have the energy to deal with such frivolous things.

The strong men who can wander around under the eyes of the officers and soldiers are either those who eat military rations or have a relationship with someone in the palace. No matter which of them, they ordinary people cannot afford to offend them.

Wang Yijing scratched his head and said to himself that these people seemed to be afraid of him. After thinking about it, Lao Zheng still had the best temper.

Thinking of this, he walked into a nearby restaurant, bought wine and food, and planned to pay a visit to the lame man.

When Lao Zheng was young, he was a charlatan just like him. He also had a tough nickname, "Iron Legged Water Floater". It was said that he could cross rivers by walking on water and work as a guard for rich people on weekdays.

In the most prosperous years, there was an endless stream of people looking for him to save their lives, and the Taoist priests also gave him face. I heard that if he was on the water, he would usually not cause trouble.

Many women came here to marry this young hero, and he chose the most beautiful oiran among them. He gave birth to a daughter in the second year after getting married, and she lived a happy life that even gods would envy.

Traveling in the world, it is inevitable to fight and kill, and after all, there is no peace. After Lao Zheng had a daughter, he wanted to retire, and planned to wash his hands in the golden basin after completing the last transaction.

But this time, he encountered a tough situation, and one of his knees was smashed when he came up. The man only took the life of his employer, but did not kill him. There are rules in the world. Because he did not do things well, he not only lost one leg, but also lost his leg for many years. All the wealth he had saved was lost.

The wife couldn't bear to live a hard life with a cripple, so she remarried to a wealthy businessman, leaving her daughter to be raised by Old Zheng. Unexpectedly, when she turned 16, she was spotted by the King of Wu and brought into the palace.

……

When Wang Yijing came to the dilapidated courtyard, a rickety middle-aged man was sitting in the yard breaking corns. His long eyebrows reached the corners of his eyes, and he had a standard kind look. It was hard to imagine that he would have been a famous person in the world when he was young.

The man raised his head when he heard the voice and said with an honest smile:

"Sit down first, I'll finish this."

"You are the prince's father-in-law, so you still have to do this work yourself?"

"The prince's father-in-law has not one thousand but eight hundred in Xi'an Town. The people begging for food on the street may all be relatives of the emperor."

The man continued to keep his head down and busy with his own affairs. After about one stick of incense, he stood up, put the basket aside, and limped into the back room. When he came out again, he had two pairs of bowls and chopsticks in his hands.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and they didn't talk too much while eating and drinking. After half a jar of wine was consumed, the middle-aged man put down his chopsticks and said:

"Brother Wang, it's a pity that we met too late, otherwise I would have to marry my daughter to you."

"Excuse me, do you think Ling Qianjin looks nothing like you?"

"You still picked her, and Yu'er followed her mother. Otherwise, how could she be favored by King Wu?"

At the mention of King Wu, the man felt resentful again and said with the help of wine:
"It is said that rabbits don't eat grass near their nests. King Wu not only ate it, but also vomited and vomited, making the whole Xi'an a mess.

There has been no news about Yu'er for half a year since she entered the palace. I asked my connections and found out that she seems to be doing well. "

Speaking of this, he sighed, "Actually, she is living a good life, better than anything else."

Wang Yijing nodded, shook the empty wine jar, and asked casually:
"If you could see your daughter, what would you like to say to her?"

"I can't tell you any big reasons. I just hope she eats and drinks well and doesn't get involved in harem fights."

After Lao Zheng finished speaking, the two fell into silence. After a long time, he remembered his doubts these days and asked in a low voice:
"Brother Wang, why don't you be dragged into labor at such a young age? Tell me the truth, are you a eunuch in the palace?"

"..."

The young man was speechless. Old Zheng thought he had guessed correctly and hurriedly said:
"Don't worry, I won't look down on you."

"I'm an upright man with a handle. Would you like to take it out for you to see?" "That's not necessary. I just finished eating and I'm afraid I'll feel nauseous."

Wang Yijing felt pity for the other party at first, but now he was so angry that he lost interest in eating. He stood up and said:
"I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute, I'll give you something."

The man took out a crumpled book from his arms, placed it on the table and said:
"This is a secret that I practiced when I was young. I don't need it now. I'll give it to you."

"Ah, I'm afraid this gift is a bit big, isn't it?"

"Stop pretending, isn't that why you came to me?"

"Don't make our friendship so vulgar."

Wang Yijing said this, but still stuffed the secret book into his arms. He had many skills but was not overwhelmed. Now that he had lost his cultivation, he urgently needed a life-saving skill.

Of course, the premise is that you don't get hit by an arrow in the knee like the other party. The person who injured Lao Zheng was a master of hidden weapons. It is said that he came from the Tang Sect, which was defeated long ago. There are not many such people in the entire dynasty, so he won't really encounter him, right?

After leaving the courtyard, Wang Yijing murmured to himself as he walked:

"Did you hear everything he said just now?"

No one responded to him until halfway there, a sigh suddenly sounded in his ears, and an extra person appeared out of thin air beside him.

"Thank you, Prince."

The other party's voice was soft, but cold.

"Why don't you meet your father?"

"King Wu has an order that anyone who becomes a dead soldier is not allowed to have any relatives."

Wang Yijing said with a half-smile:

"Either you cut off the relationship yourself, or he cuts it off for you. I really don't know whether to praise him or scold him."

By this time, they had arrived at the market, and there was no sign of the young man beside him. He walked towards the inn, with helplessness on his face.

I have accepted this gift.

……

A few days ago, King Wu found him and said he had a great gift for him.

Wang Yijing originally thought it was gold and silver, but he didn't want the other party to just give it to a living person.

The girl's name was Zheng Yu, and she was a soldier carefully trained by King Wu. In addition to her extraordinary skills, she was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

No reward for no merit, Wang Yijing didn't miss women and couldn't sleep at the thought, so he naturally refused.

King Wu did not force anyone to do anything, but the princess did mention it. If he refused to accept it, the girl would most likely be given to a half-century-old general, who was older than the girl's father.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Yijing finally agreed.

King Wu does have some tricks that can turn a peasant girl into an exquisite murder weapon. I imagine there are many dead warriors like her.

Those may not be so lucky, and may be given to old men, or to eunuchs in the palace - in short, they are all powerful people.

Wang Yijing knew that King Wu would not give up on him easily, and he might have to imitate Emperor Shu and visit the thatched cottage three times.

He still knows himself. No matter how powerful he is, he is still not as powerful as Mr. Wolong. If he still shows shamelessness after looking at him three times, King Wu, who has always shown gentleness to others, might turn against him.

Thinking of this, the young man touched the secret book on his chest through his clothes and said to himself:
"Looks like he's about to board a pirate ship."

... (end of this chapter)