Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 343
Hedong Road, Bingzhou, Yangcheng, Chengnan Inn.

Behind the inn, the stables.

Zhao Wujiang is wearing a bamboo mask, with two knives on his waist, feeding the horse.

The horse has been running for a day without a good rest, and is enjoying the concentrated feed at the moment, humming and humming, with a happy face.

Under the dim oil lamp in the stable, more than a dozen figures are slowly approaching. Their postures and movements are a little stiff, but their movements are silent, without showing the slightest breath.

Zhao Wujiang caressed the head of the bay red horse, combed its bangs, suddenly several cold lights flashed by, and the wind of the knife whizzed towards him.

He paused the hand that was stroking the horse's head, and his whole body was like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, swaying invisible ripples, and dozens of figures flew out, hitting the surrounding mud walls, and the horses in the stable were startled and neighing in panic.

These dozens of figures didn't make a sound, they seemed to have no pain, straightened up, and swung their knives to embrace Zhao Wujiang.

"Leave me alone, you go first." Zhao Wujiang touched the horse's head and said softly. The horse looked at its owner with big eyes in surprise. For some reason, it pulled the rein with its head, signaling to put the rope out of the way first. Let's untie it on the stake.

Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and grabbed it, and a figure rushing up was sucked into his hand. He looked sideways, his star eyebrows raised immediately, and he murmured in doubt: "Puppet of the living dead?"

What he saw was a pale yellow face, and he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in cultivation, or the slightest breath of life.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed the puppet lightly, and the puppet was pushed away by him, and then its body exploded into blood foam.

Above the tower, two dark shadows leaned on the railing to look at the stables of the inn, where Zhao Wujiang was smashing the flesh and blood puppets that rushed up one after another.

"How? Can you see through his current cultivation?"

"Hard to say."

"Seven years ago, I found out that his cultivation base was declining and his life energy was passing away. We thought he would hide in Chang'an for the rest of his life. I didn't expect to come to Bingzhou, and I don't know if he has recovered."

"So what if it recovers or not? Time has passed and circumstances have changed. He is no longer the same as before, and we are no longer the same as before. He is nothing to be afraid of."

Upstairs in Yangcheng, two black shadows were talking eloquently. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, they could feel the dignity from their figures.

"It's nothing to be afraid of, so why don't you try it?"

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A slightly shorter figure was choked, and he snorted coldly:
"You are making others ambitious."

Another figure leaned on the railing, only heard a chuckle, and then said with emotion:
"Although Zhao Wujiang is hateful, he can still be regarded as a respectable person. Brother Li, you are only hateful."

"It's all on the same rope. Could it be that you want to learn from that chaotic child, and you want to be a good person?"

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Chengnan Inn, Stables.

Zhao Wujiang only kept one puppet body intact, and the heads of the other puppets were shattered by him. He licked the corners of his mouth, wiped off the blood that was slightly seeping out of his body from the corners of his mouth, squatted down, and began to inspect the puppet's body .

After continuous investigation, he found that the lungs and stomach of the puppet's body had traces of drug infection. He thought that this puppet of the living dead was controlled by a unique drug.

Infected into the lungs, the qi and blood flow smoothly after death, and one can pass through luck, and run the martial arts qi mechanism like a living person. What kind of medicinal material, or a combination of medicinal materials, could this be?

He slowly got up, untied the horse tied to the stake, patted the horse, and then led the horse out of the inn. The world in his eyes was covered with a layer of gray and white, and then he looked at the tower, where There are two figures who seem to be watching him.

East of Chang'an City, Xingyi Square, Xiaoyao Palace.

The palace was brightly lit, and tables were filled with tables for banquets. The guests had a good time, pushing glasses and changing glasses.

Li Xiao, the king of Xiaoyao, sat on a high position. He was a handsome middle-aged man without a crown, his hair was loose on his chest and behind his head, and his posture was free and easy.

On the wall behind him, there is a picture of Lao Tzu riding westward on a green bull, signed in three large characters - Yan Liben.

At this moment, Li Xiao's face was pink and dizzy from wine, he lightly tapped the table with his fingers, and the servants of the palace slowly walked into the hall with a small cart.

On the trolley are yellow-orange oranges, plump and lustrous.

"This is a tribute orange from Lingnan. It has been snowing every year for these years, and this tribute orange is getting sweeter every year." Li Xiao shook his wine glass, beckoning the servants to distribute the tribute oranges.

When everyone received the tribute oranges, they all congratulated the prince with smiles. Although the tribute oranges are food, they are comparable to gold in Chang'an City.

The annual production of tribute oranges in Lingnan is not much, the sky is high and the road is far away, and it will be damaged a lot when transported to Chang'an City. In addition, there are many high-ranking officials and nobles in Chang'an City who are in demand. Those who can really eat tribute oranges Very few.

The charcoal basin in the main hall is burning, and the carbon in Liuzhou is smokeless. At this moment, the red color is emitting heat, driving away the coldness of the main hall.

Li Xiao's cheeks were flushed, as if he was drunk, he said suddenly:
"It's getting colder every day, don't you feel it?"

Everyone was speechless, Zhao Xiaoyin ate the feast slowly, his mother and father taught him not to eat or sleep, and the crown prince Li Zhong was absent-minded, eating and eating, as if he was chewing wax.

Seeing no one making a sound, Li Xiao got up shaking, and took out an orange from his bosom. Compared with the Lingnan Tribute orange, this orange was a few circles thinner, and it was not a yellow orange, but half green and half light. orange.

"The ones in this king's hands are green and yellow that you don't usually see easily." Li Xiao chuckled, "It's said that the oranges are in the south and the oranges are in the north. Guess what, in my king's hands, is it an orange or a trifoliate orange?
The person who guessed it, this king, make him a promise! "

The people below were noisy, and their faces were full of joy. A minister was about to stand up and speak, but was grabbed by his colleagues, and shook his head slightly with his eyes beckoning.

Although there were a lot of discussions, for a while, no one got up and guessed about Nanju Beizhi.

Li Xiao smiled casually, as if he was not surprised by the appearance of this scene, he just looked at Di Renjie who was drinking, and shook his figure:
"Come on, Di Renjie, guess first."

Everyone was taken aback, and the discussion stopped.

Zhao Xiaoyin has been taught by Wu Meiniang and Zhao Wujiang since he was a child. One is the empress of the Tang Dynasty with great power, and the other is a world celebrity who is familiar with ancient history. Although he is still young, he has already guessed the intention of Xiaoyao Wang Li Xiao.

At this moment, he looked curiously and naively at Di Renjie who stood up beside him, and the eyes of the uncle and nephew met without stopping.

Di Renjie was not in a hurry to guess, but first drank a glass of wine by himself, then filled it up, and walked slowly towards Li Xiao who was on the high seat:
"My lord, if the southern orange is the northern orange, I will know once I taste it."

"You, Di Renjie, solve cases like a god and solve the prison cases that have been squeezed by Dali Temple for many years. Could it be that at this moment, you can't even distinguish a small orange?"

With sharp eyes, Li Xiao said with a slight smile.

"Then I guess it's Nanju." Di Renjie stepped forward quickly, snatched the blue-yellow orange with a youthful air from Li Xiao's hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and the light yellow juice flowed horizontally, raging in his mouth , unusually sour.

But he didn't change his face, and said in a deep voice: "Sweet! It's Nanju!"

Southern orange and northern trifoliate have different names, and the environment between the north and the south is very different. The south is warm and humid, and oranges grow well, while the north is cold and dry, and the oranges grown are sour and inedible.

Li Xiao sneered, but did not get angry, and asked instead: "Then why, it looks green and yellow? Is it because the winter snow is getting heavier and the weather is getting colder?"

Prince Li Zhong's complexion changed, he kept talking, drinking and eating, most of the dignitaries and nobles below did not dare to speak.

The discussion is about South Orange and North Orange, but in fact it is the world, South Orange is a sign of prosperity that everyone sees, and North Orange is the misery of the world that everyone cannot see.

"The sky is clear and the air is clear, the sun is just right!" Di Renjie's eyes were as sharp as a sword, sweeping across the crowd, he said in a hoarse voice:
"The sky shines on the orange grove, but how many oranges are there in the world? There are always one or two oranges that the sky doesn't reach.

In a good year of auspicious snow, the ground is covered with winter snow, there is always soil that cannot be covered, and there are always Chen Ru ticks that freeze to death under the winter snow. "

The audience was silent, and no one dared to respond in the slightest. After all, Di Renjie made his words clear, and Lang Lang Tianguang was involved.

Li Xiao sat back on the high seat, untied the lid of the wine lord, took a big drink in his arms, his body was smelled of alcohol all of a sudden, he wiped his long gown wet with alcohol, his eyes were blurred, and he said cruelly:

"Could it be that the sky is not bright enough to shine, or that the winter snow is too cold?
Could it be that women are not enough?"

"My lord, you're drunk!" Di Renjie roared angrily, interrupting Li Xiao's continuation, and then he gave the housekeeper a hard look:
"Li Youliu, what are you doing in a daze?"

(End of this chapter)