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It's useless to say more, Qing Xigong still went to court as usual, and cough medicine was boiled in the medicine room every day.

Anyway, there wasn't much to do, so Zisang just went back to his old job, got into the servant's room, held a fan there, stared at a can of medicine for two or three hours.

The eunuchs and maids in the next room were also terrified. Where had they seen such a man with golden branches and jade leaves, he sat in the earthen pot of oil and salt.

The stewards all came to beg Jibai to persuade him, and every time he returned to Shijun to sit here, no one dared to do things properly.

Jibai was holding Daxue by his side, and said in a dilemma: "For things like decocting medicine, let these eunuchs and maids come, it's not very fun."

"How come, isn't this fun? Look at how new this can is, and the fire is bright."

When I was decocting medicine in the mountains for the first time, where there was a pot, I had to steam the medicine in a big iron pot.

So Jibai couldn't persuade Shijun, so he could only shrug his shoulders at those stewards. He didn't understand why Shijun liked to do such things.

Fortunately, after a few times like this, everyone found that Shijun has nothing to be afraid of, except that he likes to knock you upright when you bend too low.

Sometimes I will reward you with an ingot when I hear you talking unruly, so the whole servant room is very lively.

Qing Xigong's temperament has also become particularly good these few days, and his cough has not been so severe. When he returned to the palace, he gave his granddaughter a decoction, and he was very happy.

"All the stewards in the palace said that this soup was made by Shijun himself. It seems that there are quite a few people who know it."

That is, so he sat in the hall, imitating the posture of a storyteller, and opened his mouth to tell a story about the past.

It is said that there is a mute in the mountains, who found a pair of daughters and raised them by his side.

They talked about the happy days of the people in the mountains, and they talked about things about the small family yard, and the misfortunes always disappeared.

After hearing this, Duke Qing Xi said, "Mute is a good man. In fact, it is a good reward to give her a pair of daughters."

Yes.

But if it weren't for my son Sang and Bai Yunmo, maybe he wouldn't be disabled or injured and eventually die.

However, Zisang didn't tell these stories. Telling the stories before others, hiding those pains, is much gentler.

"Grandpa Wang."

"Ah."

Every time he called back to Shijun, Lord Qing Xi answered with a smile, and the old men around him smiled at each other knowingly. It was rare for Wang You to be very happy for such a few days.

"The reason why you asked me to come back was because you really wanted to hand over the world to Zisang?"

"Why didn't you ask in those days?"

"We weren't close to you back then, but now, the more I look at it, the more I feel that my grandpa Wang is so suave and graceful, that he dares to say anything."

"Haha, few people like to hear that."

Smiling, he calmed down and said seriously: "Mr. Qingyang seldom made mistakes in his words, so he put some thought into it, thinking that it would be much better if he could recover Gongyijin's past than falling into the hands of thieves."

"The thief is talking about Fang Zhonghou?"

"The lineage of the emperor, whoever leaves the lineage, naturally there will be many disputes."

"How to say it."

Duke Xi of Qing came to see Zisang with a smile. Let's talk about how someone who is used to teasing him becomes so eager to learn.

I just want to ask you one question: "Although the widow was able to ride horses all over the world and was famous all over the world, now or even a random eunuch around him can't beat him. Why are all the courtiers respectful every day and dare not come and kill the widow to stand on their own? Where is the king?"

Zisang thought for a while, for example, Fang Zhonghou could obviously take the current order of Duke Qingxi and make himself king, but he didn't dare: "Because Zhou Zai protects the king."

Shaking his head: "It means that Zhou Zai is more powerful than the widows, why can't Zhou Zai be the king?"

That's right, there are many people in the world who are more powerful than the king.

"What does the widow rely on? It is the blood and responsibility on his body.

If someone who didn't have the king's blood sat in this position, everyone in the world would not accept it.

Once the king falls, Zhang San will come to sit down, Li Si will not accept it, and Zhao Wu will not accept it, so it will be chaotic. If another dynasty is to be reappeared, it will be another hundred years of rotation, and those who suffer are often Speaking of sentient beings.

In fact, this blood is nothing special, it cannot live forever, and it is also red, but people in the world are willing to recognize it, so you will be pushed to a higher place.

Keming? "

"The appointment is clear."

In fact, after much deliberation, the fault always lies in all living beings, the truth always lies in all living beings, and the troubles and hatreds are only in the individual.

Counting the days, Duke Qingxi heard the horn bells ringing louder and louder outside the palace eaves, and said, "The day after tomorrow will be the autumn hunt, let Zhou Zai follow you."

So Zhouzai came the next day and brought Zisang clothes.

Seeing that he was not polite, Zisang also felt that it was somewhat interesting, as a general of a country, he did not observe etiquette.

Rare, so he asked him: "The general sees me, why don't you be polite."

A pair of eyes on that face showed a little disdain: "A man's ambition is in the world, Zhou Zai only salutes virtuous rulers and treacherous ministers, or virtuous people."

Hey, this sounds a bit interesting, Li Zhixian Jun, understandable, what about the other one?

"Why do you salute the traitor?"

"Hide the gate of life in front of treacherous ministers, and only by not revealing your vitals can you protect yourself."

Even if he holds the military power in the world, he still has to guard against the mouths of treacherous officials in the court. It is never weapons that kill people, but people's hearts that are difficult to guard.

"That is to say, I can't be considered a virtuous person, nor can I be considered a traitor? What am I?"

Zisang touched the delivered clothes with his hands, the texture was a little stiff, not like ordinary cloth.

"You are irrelevant."

Zhou Zai's voice was calm, his face remained unchanged, and his body stood up straight.

It turned out to be like this, and he said it well. I really want to reward him.

Zhou Zai pointed to those clothes again: "Try it on."

So he turned around again and went outside to wait.

The palace people hurriedly gathered around to straighten the clothes for Zisang to put on. From the inside to the outside, layer by layer, it was more than half the weight of ordinary clothes, and the shoulders were a little heavy.

The palace people saw that it was a suit of armor, only thinner and softer than that of ordinary soldiers, covered with a layer of fine iron scales, when the person moved slightly, many fragments of cold light would be produced.

According to this body, the palace man combed her hair in a bun again, tied it on the top of her head, and put a piece of armor on the side, just put it on and it became a whole body.

Also deserve a pair of hard leather boots.

Looking in the mirror, the original pink color has disappeared, the whole body is cold and blue, only the eyes around the helmet are exposed, and the chin is also covered by the clip.

Unable to recognize himself, Zisang smiled, not knowing what Zhou Zai meant.

Pacing out, the weight on her body made her unable to walk slowly as usual, she could only keep her waist straight to support the outfit.

Zhou Zai turned around and looked at it, the light and shadow fluctuated in his originally fixed eyes: "It seems to be just right."

"Isn't it tailor-made for me?"

Zhou Zai chuckled: "How can such a precious armor be made all at once?"

"That is?"

"It should have belonged to Princess Ji Li."

This is interesting, it is indeed just right, exactly, but what does a majestic princess wear this thing for.

"Did the king give it to me?"

"It has always been in my mansion, and I decided to bring it."

"What's the reason?"

"Someone has to wear it, and it will come in handy for autumn hunting in two days."

"I mean, how could the princess's armor be kept in your mansion."

Zhou Zai's cheeks tightened, and his brows moved accordingly: "My sister entrusted Princess Ji Li to make such a suit in private, and I didn't have time to send it off."

Before sending it off in time, the queen passed away, and after so many years, this body reappeared in the world.

Sure enough, the Queen has some connection with Ji Li.

After walking a few steps on the same spot, I still felt that something was wrong and I couldn't stand firmly. Zhou Zai said: "The left side of this armor is lighter, and the right side is heavier, so you will feel a little wobbly when you walk now."

That's right, there was always a feeling of being one-sided, Zisang didn't understand, and when he was about to ask, Feng Zhouzai waved his hand and another palace servant brought up a long sword.

The body of the sword is as wide as five fingers, with square engravings engraved on it. It is shorter than ordinary swords, and even has a different shape.

Zhou Zai took the sword and walked up a few steps, and buckled Zisang on the sword belt with his own hands: "Only two swords in the armor can be decent and upright."

As a result, Zisang really felt that his body was more balanced, and subconsciously put his hands on the sword, thinking of that guy Nanwu.

It turns out that the feeling of holding the sword is like this, there is no special reason, as if holding something in the hand.

So Zisang drew the sword out to have a look.

The handle of the sword is very short, and the body of the sword is very bright, but she noticed that there is no blood groove on the sword, and there is no point of the sword, like a broken sword.

This sword cannot kill, and it is not very convenient to swing it.

Holding the sword and looking at it, Zisang asked, "Is this also given to Ji Li by the Queen?"

"No."

"Just wear something that looks good?"

"No."

After putting the sword back into its sheath, Zhou Zai said, "This is Wang Lie's sword."

There is a public in the world, he is a king, and his name is Lie, and Nanliang was the founding of the country.

So Zisang drew out the sword again, the blade was of the same color, without notches, and without a point.

"Use this sword to fight the mountains and rivers, and make them flat in all directions?"

That skill is not so good.

Zhou Zai said calmly, "No, use this sword to secure the country."

Looking at the sword again, I didn't see anything special.

Zhou Zai guessed that this young Shijun would not understand the deep meaning of it, so he just said: "The sword is given to you by the king, which means that you are traveling on behalf of the royal family. Naturally, you have to take out something worthy of your status."

But no matter how bad it is, Zisang also knew what it meant to wear the king's sword: "This is the sword of the emperor."

It can only be worn by a king or His Highness, and it is obviously not a powerful sword, but it has a deep meaning.

Zhou Zai took the sword, and with a flash of light, the sword slashed across Zisang's chest. When he heard the mail armor and the blade connect, everyone around him exclaimed.

Zisang's body also felt cold, his mind was full of all kinds of distant things.