"Watt! Your name is Ming Zhaoxia? Are you the only daughter of the former Baowen Pavilion who is waiting to make Ming Yuzao?"
Zhao Si stared at Jin Yunu, no, it should be called Ming Zhaoxia now, and asked in disbelief.
"Yes. My father was demoted to Huizhou for resettlement because he wrote a letter showing the cruelty of the new law. My parents lived in a thatched cottage at the foot of Luofu Mountain for more than ten years. In the first year of Shaosheng's reign, Mr. Dongpo settled in Huizhou and met my father. The two of them originally
We are good friends, and now we are from Tianya Lunluo, so the two families are well connected."
"In the second year of Shaosheng, my father fell ill and died, and my mother also passed away. Before leaving, I entrusted the slave family to Mr. Dongpo. In the fourth year of Shaosheng, Mr. Dongpo was demoted to Zhanzhou. Life and death are uncertain in the end of the world. Dongpo
The master didn't want to take the slave family there, so he thought about it and sighed. There is no one in the world who can be trusted."
"Just at that time, Your Highness wrote to Mr. Dongpo, who was very relieved. The gentleman said that in the world, there are many icings on the cake, but there are few people who can help in times of trouble. I am afraid that only the Thirteenth Prince in the world can be entrusted to him. I wrote a letter and gave instructions to the two old men.
Servant, I sent my family to Kaifeng Mansion with the intention of entrusting my family to His Highness."
Zhao Si's eyes widened and he blurted out, "Then why don't you come to me directly?"
"When the slave family arrived at Kaifeng City after all the hard work, it happened that you left the palace to open a palace and marry your noble daughter." Ming Zhaoxia looked at Zhao Si, biting her lip gently, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.
Zhao seemed to understand somewhat. Sometimes a woman's thoughts are difficult to predict with common sense.
"So in a fit of rage, you threw yourself into my favorite place, Bai Fan Tower, and what happened next... Sigh, I thought you were attracted by my great beauty and peerless temperament, but I didn't expect..."
Ming Zhaoxia smiled and lightly tapped Zhao Si's forehead with her finger, "The Nu family likes your shameless and impetuous look."
Zhao Si laughed, hugged Ming Zhaoxia, and held her tightly in his arms.
The two of them were chest to chest and could feel each other's heartbeat.
"Thirteenth Prince." Ming Zhaoxia said softly, as softly as a beauty murmuring in her sleep.
"Um."
"The slave family will follow you."
"No problem, you are always by my side."
"That's not what I meant. I want to go out with you to do something."
Zhao Si was suddenly startled, looked at Ming Zhaoxia's face, and asked in confusion.
"Why?"
"The princess comes from a famous family and is virtuous and generous. The slave family cannot compare with her, but they don't want to be like a canary." Ming Zhaoxia's eyes were like the sparkling lake water under the morning glow, full of infinite vitality and arrogance.
"Follow me out to do errands. What can you do if you are so delicate?"
Ming Zhaoxia snorted, walked straight to the table where the sword was placed, pulled out a long sword with a clang, glared at Zhao Si, walked to the open space, and started dancing.
Suddenly he flew suddenly, suddenly he was quick and suddenly slowed down. All he could see was the light of the sword was like snow, and the silhouette was like flying.
Suddenly it is like a fallen falcon pounce on a rabbit, suddenly it is like a flying swan circling around; suddenly it is like a night bird throwing itself into the forest, suddenly it is like a solitary crane strolling.
One moment, "the waist is curled up and the sleeves are about to fly"; the other moment, "swallows are rising against the eaves, reflecting the snow like flowers flying".
In the front, it still looks like "the graceful wind is flying back, and Lihua's sleeves are raised like jade"; in the back, it is violent, "it comes like thunder and withdraws its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea."
Zhao seemed to be dazzled by what he saw, and was amazed again and again.
After a moment, Ming Zhaoxia sheathed her sword and stood calmly in the court. She raised her head slightly and looked at Zhao Si proudly.
"The swordsmanship of the slave family was personally taught by Ruoxu, the Taoist priest of the Immortality Temple in Luofu Mountain. It is called "Yue Nu Sword". It is not that the slave family is boasting. In a narrow room, such as this pavilion room, what kind of king insect can shoot an arrow high?
The slave family poked several holes in their bodies in a matter of ten breaths."
The Yue Girl Sword? I also know how to use the Overlord Spear! The Overlord Spear can kill you until you lose your armor!
Yes, back in Baifanlou, Ming Zhaoxia took the pseudonym Jinyunu. In addition to her beauty, she was famous in Kaifeng City for her sword dancing.
Others thought it was just a show, but they didn't expect it to be a real skill.
Zhao Si stepped forward, hugged Ming Zhaoxia again, and said meaningfully: "You should really hate having a daughter's body."
The bright morning glow raises its swan-like long neck and turns to the south, somewhat gloomy.
"At the beginning, Taoist Master Ruoxu said that the slave family has the talent to learn swordsmanship and wanted to accept him as a disciple, but my mother refused to let him. He said that for a girl's family, it would be better to learn some writing and calligraphy. But my father insisted on letting the slave family learn."
"He touched the head of the slave family and exclaimed. Nowadays, all the members of the imperial court are fighting against the dissenters and are killing them all. The foundation of the civil governance of the country and the dynasty has been corrupted, and it has turned into a life-and-death party struggle. The time of great chaos is not far away. The slave family learns some fencing skills.
It’s somewhat self-protective.”
Confusing opinions.
Zhao Si was stunned.
Ming Zhaoxia continued, "In the fourth year of Shaosheng's reign, Mr. Dongpo went to Zhanzhou and said goodbye to the slave family. He took the slave family's hand and said with a forced smile, 'I am the Dan'er clan, and I am a parasite in Western Shuzhou.'" Thirteenth Lang
, can you hear the desolation in it? Can you hear that this is what Mr. Dongpo said, who wrote 'The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone...'
Thinking about Su Shi's life experience, Zhao Si couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.
Perhaps there is no room for an idealist in the political arena. Or perhaps Su Shi's splendid and troubled life corresponds to the Northern Song Dynasty in history.
"Mr. Dongpo said to the slave family, I know that you are talented, intelligent and have lofty ambitions, but you are just limited to being a daughter. Remember, time and destiny, you and I are just duckweeds in this great tide. Try to live and live well.
Live."
Having said this, Ming Zhaoxia raised her head and looked at Zhao Si, "In the past, the slave family thought that you were chivalrous and righteous, but you were too reckless and straightforward. But these days, your words and deeds are very different from those in the past. Perhaps you are different from those romantic talents who seem to care about beauty and beauty.
I really know the slave family’s thoughts.”
Her delicate fingers gently touched Zhao Xi's face, and her voice was as soft as snowflakes falling on plum blossoms.
"The slave family remembers that Mr. Dongpo said that from the words in the letter, it can be seen that you are either a sincere person or a traitor who is as wise as a fool. Thirteenth Lang, what kind of person do you think you are?"
Zhao Si used both hands to hold Ming Zhaoxia tightly in his arms, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"You are an official of the slave family." Ming Zhaoxia twisted her body and hummed a sweet voice from her nose.
Zhao Si laughed loudly.
"Okay, from now on you will be my personal bodyguard, Mr. Asaka, who will protect you day and night."
Zhao Si's words made Ming Zhaoxia feel ashamed and angry. She blushed, panted, stared, gritted her teeth, and pursed her mouth. She couldn't say anything nice.
...
"Your Highness, the manpower has been selected," Cen Meng reported.
"Zizai Lang is very efficient in his work."
Zhao Si chuckled, and Cen Meng also grinned.
In fact, Cen Meng has a decent appearance, but no matter whether he is smiling or sad, his eyebrows are wrinkled. If he frowns too long and too deeply, there will be a deep slit between them, like Erlang Shen's third eye.
"Mengzi, Fanzi, you also know the situation. Something was stolen from Brother Twelve's house, and there is suspicion of a thief. Now I volunteer to find this guy, but he is hiding somewhere in Kaifeng City. Mengzi
, but you have to lead the way."
Cen Meng said solemnly: "Yes!" This chapter has been completed!