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Zhu Tong's first reaction was: The little girl is lying.
Of course Jingchi Xuemei felt Zhu Tong's thoughts, but she didn't blush at all:
"When I was thirteen years old, I went to England to study. Before I left, my father gave me this jade plaque and said that our ancestor was once the son of Emperor Hui of the Song Dynasty. He fled from Bianliang during the war in the Northern Song Dynasty to avoid the Jin soldiers.
He went to sea in Shandong and later fled to Japan. My father also said that the family
The family has always tried its best to maintain traditions and keep the bloodline pure. However, as a result, the descendants have never been very prosperous. Three hundred years ago, the spread was almost stopped due to a plague. A hundred years ago, our family ignored the government's
Maritime ban, persistence and China
Doing business with the country. The Japanese Kameyama clan began to doubt us. Later, they wanted to marry my family and tried to take advantage of the Someiike family's property. My husband eventually married the daughter of a Chinese fisherman, which caused a tragedy. The Kameyama clan bought it.
Four families
Two of the ministers, the master was ruthless and destroyed the whole family of those two retainers; because of this, the hateful agreement was made. In order to terminate the agreement, our family struggled for nearly a hundred years. Now we are fine, and we are finally free.
.Sir, I’m happy.”
"Zhao Xuemei." Zhu Tong muttered softly.
This name is so strange, yet so kind. Thinking that the person in front of me might be a royal princess, I feel proud and scared at the same time.
Zhu Tong now has some doubts about the authenticity of the stories about the family told by Jingchi Xuemei. The jade plaque cannot represent anything, and history will never become the reality in front of him. Perhaps it is just the result of the paranoia of a certain family predecessor.
?Tools for maintaining family tradition through noble blood, most of the time, have more centripetal force than so-called faith.
For most of the history, the status of the Han people in Japan has been noble and meaningful.
No matter what the facts are, Jingchi Xuemei believes that she has the blood of the Song Dynasty emperors flowing in her body.
The previous doubts have been answered, and Xuemi Iike will help him at all costs, not just for love or infatuation, but for such a profound reason to some extent.
Before he knew it, Jingchi Xuemei's soft arms had wrapped around his neck, and her two red lips tremblingly pressed against him.
Her face was covered with red clouds, and her two shallow dimples gathered shyly around her cherry-red lips. Her slightly green body twisted slightly, her dress could not hide her beautiful curves, and the smooth skin on her chest was white, tender and smooth.
The most part of the body is exposed, intentionally or unintentionally, the slender and long jade legs are arousing desire with gentle friction.
The hot blood rushed towards Zhu Tong's brain, and the Butterfly God danced feverishly, greedily swaying out waves of passion to surround the weak reason.
Jingchi Xuemei felt the change in Zhu Tong, tremblingly untied her clothes and presented her body with the incense of virginity.
Zhu Tong hesitated for a long time and found that his hand was in an inappropriate position and was enjoying the warmth.
"Miss Xuemei, whether you are a princess or not, this is inappropriate. We need to consider the long term."
"Sir, is something wrong?" Jingchi Xuemei was already emotional and came over.
"I'll take you out to sea." The dragon star pierced her eyebrows, and a bit of coolness eliminated the eager love of spring.
The yacht sailed out of the dock again and stopped in the open sea.
Zhu Tong was still meditating on the upper deck, and Jingchi Xuemei was sitting next to him, looking at him happily.
On the lower floor, Kawazaka Hong and Yang Hui were sitting together. Neither of them was practicing, but they were always paying attention to the movements above.
A red sun jumped out from the sea level. Zhu Tong opened his eyes and found Jingchi Xuemei sleeping soundly at his feet, covered with a thick blanket, like a kitten.
The sunlight moved slowly between the delicate skin of her face, showing the trajectory of time. Everywhere it passed, every fuzz was shining.
For a period of time, Zhu Tong felt extremely lacking. Now, he realized that the stagnant Qi in his body was showing signs of awakening. The meridian from Tanzhong to Dantian was the most seriously injured, and now it was connected.
He closed his eyes and examined himself for a moment, and it suddenly dawned on him. Green air currents were stored in his tanzhong and dantian. At a subtle moment, he seemed to sense an inexplicable pull. The Butterfly God had moved here and merged with that mysterious inner energy.
, the injury here healed inexplicably.
However, this kind of cultivation is fundamentally different from Peng Ma Gong. The meridians elsewhere in the body are still lifeless. Zhu Tong knows that he can't force it. With this foundation, he has recovered half of his ability to protect himself.
Zhu Tong took Jingchi Xuemei's little hand and exerted a little force. She opened her eyes and said with a smile: "Sir, you smell like flowers."
At about ten o'clock, the yacht sailed back to the dock.
Jingchi Xuemei held Zhu Tong's arm and looked happy; in the next three days, all this man's time would belong to her alone. Zhu Tong had already arranged a short trip over the phone.
Several reporters were still guarding the pier. Zhu Tong made no secret of his intimate relationship with Jingchi Xuemei, and even made some hot poses in front of them.
Breakfast has been prepared in the dining room of the "East China Sea Knight". Chen Yiyi and Matsui Heizhi went out early in the morning. In the next three days, Matsui Heizhi will exchange views with Xiang Lao and reach a preliminary consensus on the future of Fuhua Shipbuilding.
"You are very smart." Zhu Tong suddenly said while biting a ham.
"What?" Jingchi Xuemei was happily drinking preserved egg porridge, and turned to ask.
"I mean, did you have a plan from the beginning? First, use some shares to regain control of the family, and then force Matsui Hirashi out of the family. After he invests in Smith, ask Mrs. Wilson to acquire Lehman's shares.
, if you spend a lot of money to buy Lord Hamilton's shares again, you will drive the Matsui family to a dead end!"
"Hehe, I can't hide it from you, sir." Yukimi Ichi smiled slyly, acquiescing; "Why didn't Heishi Matsui think of it? He bought a stake in MTK Shipping Company behind my back and was already ready to leave the family.
He knows that it is impossible for me to marry him. Women from the Jingchi family can marry Japanese, and men marry women with Han ancestry. Now I am Jingchi.
A man from the Chi family. I thought at the time that you could control Matsui Shiki's life and death, and Matsui Heishi would have to compromise with you sooner or later, so the biggest beneficiary could only be you. However, Matsui Shiki also saw this, so he
That's why I made that choice. Sir, although Matsui Heishi chooses to cooperate with me and support you now, it's because he wants to make a difference on the platform of Fuhua Shipbuilding."
"I don't like men." Zhu Tong was a little discouraged.
He thought he was already shrewd enough, but he didn't expect that Iike Yukimi and Matsui Hiroshi were more than one level better than him at playing.
He once believed that the poisonous bomb that almost killed him came from Jingchi Xuemei. The current situation is that because of that poisonous bomb, all the men in the Jingchi family have been manipulated by this little girl.
中. She has just turned eighteen and is so scheming. In a few years, how many men will be played to death by her?
It seems that the old liar is right, money can make people crazy, it can turn fools into wise men, and it can also turn smart people into idiots.
At two o'clock in the afternoon on March 7, Zhu Tong and Jingchi Xuemei walked out of Zhengzhou Xinzheng Airport and immediately took a taxi to Kaifeng.
Xinzheng Airport is about 80 kilometers away from Kaifeng. Jingchi Xuemei set foot on this land for the first time. She leaned on Zhu Tong's arms and stared greedily at the plains of central Henan outside the car window.
In March, the south of the Yangtze River is already full of pink and willows, and it is full of spring. The trees in Henan have just begun to bloom green.
There are green wheat seedlings on both sides of the road. The northern countryside does not have as many waterways as the south of the Yangtze River, and the houses are more practical.
"This is Henan." Jingchi Xuemei sighed a little disappointedly.
She sprayed water mist on the car window and drew a Chinese character: Song.
Zhu Tong used a circle to put a big question mark outside "Song".
At about four o'clock, the taxi drove into Kaifeng city.
The ancient capital of Kaifeng cannot be compared with the bustling modern city of Shanghai. The streets are narrow and the buildings are old, and the city is covered in a layer of leaden gray.
Zhu Tong wanted to find a hotel first, but Jingchi Xuemei insisted on letting the driver drive to Longting.
At half past four, Jingchi Xuemei walked into the Meridian Gate and found herself on the royal road of Longting Park. Her eyes widened with excitement, and she was completely immersed in the imaginary Northern Song Dynasty style.
The wide Panyang Er Lake has rippling blue waves, the water surface is clean and transparent, and naturally wide, making people's vision suddenly clear; they can't help but immerse themselves in the light and color of the lake in front of them.
The winding fence on the lakeshore is clean and tidy, the stone shore is refreshing, and the green willow branches are spitting out bright yellow buds. Looking around, you can hardly see a tall modern-style building. The nearby water surface is wide, and all important scenic spots are built along the water.
The water surface is so large and the lake water is so clear. It is hard to believe that there is such a vast water surface in the leaden gray city.
Jingchi Xuemei jumped across the Yudai Bridge, climbed the seventy-two stone steps, and finally stood at the top of the Dragon Court.
Looking back on the road we have traveled, we can see that the ancient capital of Bianliang has long since faded away from its former demeanor as the capital of the world. The former imperial courtyard has quietly turned into an ordinary garden filled with tourists amid the ravages of time.
Looking at it for a thousand years, the prosperity and prominence of eight hundred years ago have been washed back and forth by the surging Yellow River, covered by layers of yellow sand, and have fallen asleep quietly. I don’t know when I will have the opportunity to wake up.
Although the Dragon Pavilion is called a pavilion, it is actually a majestic palace with carved beams and painted pillars and double eaves resting on the mountain.
The glazed tile roof is resplendent, and the vermilion door's copper nails shine brightly. The large stone pier with carved dragons in the main hall is said to be Zhao Kuangyin's throne.
Entering the main hall, you are faced with the statue of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin.
Jingchi Xuemei let go of Zhu Tong's hand, straightened her clothes and looked solemn, knelt down on the ground and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times in a polite manner.
At this moment, there were many tourists around Longting, and they looked at Jingchi Xuemei with curiosity. In this hall, no one had knelt down and kowtowed for a long time.
Zhu Tong felt funny. Maybe what Jingchi Xuemei said was true. Things are unpredictable, and it was not impossible that she did have the blood of the Emperor of the Song family flowing through her body.
"Xuemei, why are you crying?" Zhu Tong pulled up Jingchi Xuemei and turned to the corner of the hall to persuade him in a low voice; "Do you think of those old events and how much emotion do you feel in your heart? If you had been born eight hundred years earlier,
The entire Bianliang belongs to your family. These were all built later, and your old house is buried more than ten meters underground."
"Sir, don't make fun of me. I didn't think about that at all. I only know that I returned to my hometown and stood in front of my ancestors. It's a bit sad."
Jingchi Xuemei was so amused that she couldn't laugh or cry, but she never wanted to leave the hall. Every detail cost her a lot of time, and every sculpture made her sigh with emotion throughout her life. Zhu Tong bought a pair of Bian embroidery "
"Along the River During Qingming Festival", said: "This is the original appearance of Tokyo."
Jingchi Xuemei took it and looked at it twice, then threw it aside and said, "We have it at home."
"What's there?" Zhu Tong was startled; does the Jingchi family have the original copy of this painting?
Jingchi Xuemei did not answer any more; she continued to search for ancient sadness in the hall.
The original "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is now in the collection of the Palace Museum in Beijing.
Since "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was lost in the flames of war in the Northern Song Dynasty, people have remained ignorant of its true appearance for hundreds of years. On the eve of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, China's last emperor Aisin Gioro Puyi fled to Japan.
It was intercepted on the way, and now this authentic painting was found among a batch of rare treasures he carried with him.
From that day on, there has always been a lot of controversy about the authenticity of this authentic painting. It was not until a calligraphy and painting appraisal expert found Zhang Zeduan's authentic painting based on the period characteristics of a building in the painting that the controversy was settled.
However, the voice of suspicion has not been reduced because this painting does not have the seal of the author Zhang Zeduan, which is mainly based on an inscription by the Jin man behind the painting.
If the Jingchi family is indeed the descendant of the Zhao family, it is not impossible to purchase the authentic copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". Royal nobles and literati of all dynasties have never stopped plundering and collecting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"
The Jingchi family has always been low-key and wealthy, and its connection with China has been basically uninterrupted for hundreds of years.
Before I knew it, the sun had quietly set halfway down, and the entire Yangjia West Lake water surface turned into a pool of golden glory due to the reflected afterglow. The setting sun quickly sank into the horizon, the twilight became thicker, and the number of tourists became sparse.
"Let's go, they're about to close." Zhu Tong finally made up his mind and pulled Jingchi Xuemei down the Longting.
She turned back every step of the way, reluctant to leave.
The silent night had just entered the Dragon Court. In the distance, the lights on the Meridian Archway suddenly brightened, and layers of lanterns spread to the main hall. The Dragon Court was once again brilliant, and this glory made both Pan and Yang lakes shine. The solemn Dragon
The main hall of the pavilion was brightly lit, as if a grand court meeting was being held inside.
Jingchi Xuemei cheered and pulled Zhu Tongzhong and ran up to Longting. This moment seemed like a world away, and Zhu Tong, like Jingchi Xuemei, suddenly had the illusion of "I don't know what year it is today".
This delay lasted quite a while. It wasn't until there were only the two of them left in the Long Courtyard that Jingchi Xuemei's stomach began to growl, that she reluctantly walked out.
When you walk out of the Meridian Gate, you will be greeted by the noisy modern atmosphere, crowded with people and cars, and the inside and outside of the Meridian Gate seem like two worlds. Looking back, the thousand-year-old picturesque scenery has been locked up by the thick palace gate.
"Sir, how much do you think it will cost to buy Longting?"
"No one dares to sell it to you no matter how much money you have." Zhu Tong had already thought that Jingchi Xuemei would be like this, and there were already signs of it when he was inside.
"That's not necessarily true. Nothing in the world is priceless. If I offer 10 billion US dollars, will they be tempted? 20 billion, 30 billion..." Xuemei Jingchi thought happily.
"Do you have that many dollars?"
"I can find a way to make money."
"Don't be stupid, the person who promised you must be a liar. If you want Longting, you must first buy this city."
"It's definitely possible, sir, I finally found another target." Xuemi Jingchi had no intention of giving up.
Zhu Tong stopped trying to persuade her, but it was of no use. This girl had set up an unreachable peak for herself as her goal in life. No matter this, people with ideals are happy.
They had lunch in Shanghai, and they were already so hungry that their hearts were in their bellies. Fortunately, there were many local snacks on both sides of Yujie Avenue outside the Meridian Gate, and outside, there was a lively night market. Large and small
There are estimated to be nearly a hundred stalls, and the stall owners put up their own flags, shout in local dialects, and work hard to attract customers.
After walking all the way, Zhu Tong couldn't eat anything anymore before he reached the street corner.
Before that, he had eaten three skewers of roasted mutton, two spicy lamb trotters, a bowl of yellow stuffed fish, several soup dumplings, and a bowl of Bianjing shochu; in addition, he had half a plate of fried jelly, half a piece of fried spring rolls, and half a bowl of almonds.
Tea, etc. etc.
Xuemi Jingchi also ate roughly the same thing, but she still looked like she was still unsatisfied. She was still holding a pile of paper bags in her hand, saying she was going back for a midnight snack.