I have nothing but luck

The largest cloth and clothing store in Zhennan City welcomed a big customer today.

Piles of Wudi silk and Beidi brocades are laid out in front of the guests like a long dragon.

The fabric itself is as fine as flowing water, shining and pouring out, the brocade is gorgeous, and the silk is elegant and vivid.

The guest was also very talkative, he only picked the most expensive bright red material, and the only thing that was not talkative was the only request he made from the beginning to the end.

"It will be finished by tomorrow."

A tailor with a little experience and a little confidence in his craft must want to blow this customer's head off.

But with that statement came a whole bag of pearls.

No way, rich.

But the tailor blamed the wrong person.

What they should blame is not Xie Rongjiao, who was ruthless and unreasonable, who arbitrarily asked them to shorten the construction period to one day.

It was Jiang Jingxing who was hiding behind the scenes, and Xie Rongjiao was forced to come to the cloth shop in Zhennan City to buy new clothes.

The clothes worn by the Xie family's son are of course top-notch from the material to the workmanship, and even thoughtfully and generously attached with the rune magic circle, which is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and automatically removes dust.

It's a pity that no matter how tough the clothes are in the hands of the saint, it's just a little bit of excessive force and then a sound of cracking silk.

In just a few days from Haojing to Zhennan City, if the clothes that Xie Rongjiao brought were not torn with a big hole running through the whole clothes, or if they were not dirty, there were not two clothes left that could be worn.

Anyway, the two reasons are inseparable from the incident on the bed.

When Xie Rongjiao couldn't stand being tormented by Jiang Jingxing at night, he couldn't help saying two cruel words in a hoarse voice: "Do you still want your soul lamp, eh!"

There was a cry in his trembling voice, so Jiang Jingxing had no choice but to grab him tighter to stabilize Xie Rongjiao's subconscious struggle, and said with a low laugh, "Then don't do it. I would rather die under the peony flowers and be a Merry Ghost."

His awareness of devotion to love is very touching.

Xie Rongjiao's indifference of being favored, arrogant and fearless also made Xie Rongjiao want to hit someone very much.

But then his waist trembled violently, tears fell down uncontrollably, and the unrealistic idea of ​​beating someone had to be put aside for the time being.

He was forced to use money to bully the cloth tailor once.

In any case, the money is enough, and the person is handsome enough to make the reception lady smile like a flower, carefully note down his size, and ask attentively: "Does the other guest need to buy some clothes?"

Completely disregarding the mood of the tailor who collapsed into a roar behind.

Total oppression of labor.

Xie Rongjiao had no expression on his face, but said firmly, "No need."

The clothes surnamed Jiang are in good condition, and they haven't been torn by anyone, of course they don't have to.

Maybe it's time to do something with his clothes tonight.

Presumably, if Jiang Jingxing knew about Xie Rongjiao's idea, he would gladly offer his clothes for him to tear up.

"Okay, I have recorded all the sizes of the gentleman here, and when I come to pick them up tomorrow, I will be able to deliver all the clothes that the gentleman ordered."

The two of them had just been sent out of the cloth line by the maid bending over, when a sentence came from the opposite wine shop: "Hey man, you don't know, we saints from Kyushu like to tear things apart!"

Xie Rongjiao agreed with the elder brother who must have opened his eyes, and by the way cast a cold glance at Jiang Jingxing.

Jiang Jingxing accepted it calmly.

He boasted too much about himself, but few of them really listened to others talking about themselves, so he couldn't help but went to the restaurant out of curiosity to take a seat, and casually chatted with the brother who had just spoken: "Oh? Say, is there a basis for thinking?"

The brother who spoke was held up by him like this, and suddenly felt that someone really wanted to listen to what he said, so he was very face-to-face, and said vigorously: "I usually say something, and I don't exaggerate. Since I dare to say something here, It must be based on me."

Jiang Jingxing pondered over and over again, but he didn't find out from the things he did that he still likes to dismantle things. It's impossible for this brother to see his and Xie Rongjiao's bed with the eyes of the sky. "One school and one" has reservations.

Even so, he said politely: "Oh? Brother, why don't you talk?"

"It's not my exaggeration, it's something I've seen in the entire capital of Gaojing." The brother who spoke beamed with joy, "If the saint doesn't like to tear things down, why would he destroy the lookout of the Imperial Palace of Gaojing on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival? Gaotai? It’s obviously to do something meaningful, to celebrate the festive season.”

He was logical and well-organized, so that Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao were speechless.

They saw each other's tacit secret smiles in each other's eyes.

It was a very good and beautiful feeling.Only two people really know the specialness of the Mid-Autumn Festival fireworks, like the heart of a child who secretly hides candies from all the adults, full of beating joy.

Jiang Jingxing suppressed the corner of his upturned mouth, coughed lightly and said, "Why didn't the Zhou family provoke the saint to be unhappy?"

"You don't understand this!" The brother who spoke slapped his thigh, and the voice was crisp, "We all know the temperament of our Kyushu sages. If others wrong him and provoke him, it doesn't matter whether you are Emperor Zhou or not. Just kill the sword first, how can there be such a simple thing as demolishing one of your towers?"

It sounds very unreasonable, it is a standard chivalrous villain who breaks the ban with martial arts and relies on self-cultivation.

Jiang Jingxing just wanted to laugh and joke back, when Xie Rongjiao corrected his brother and said: "Emperor Huai fabricated a crime and killed the entire Jiang family. The saint killed him, it was not because of the arrogance of the saint, but because Emperor Huai deserved it."

Even a three-year-old child knows that the chatter in the streets and alleys, teahouses and wine shops is the most unreal, and all kinds of ghosts and snakes can be made up for you to muddle your face.

And some people clearly know that, even after seeing the whole process of how the rumors are produced, they are still willing to defend you word by word with eyebrows and eyes seriously.

That is really the true love that the ancestors burned high incense.

The brother who spoke did not want to get entangled with Xie Rongjiao on this matter, and returned to the original topic: "Like a few days ago, it was the Zhou family who really offended the saint, so the saint destroyed half of the palace in a fit of anger. Great array, killing Emperor Zhou, that is the real wrath of a saint, how can you simply demolish a tower?"

It sounds very unreasonable to push what the national teacher did to Jiang Jingxing.

After all, in the past, the monarchs and ministers turned against each other, how can it be so dramatic that two fathers and sons, both emperors, died at the same hand?

"Going forward a few days, when the saint was in Xihuang, didn't he also demolish the four walls of Xihuang Wangcheng? The demolition is good, and it is very gratifying, but this is not evidence-"

Xiongtai swore to the conclusion based on the detailed and credible sources: "The sage must really like to tear things apart!"

Xie Rongjiao suddenly smiled.

This is actually a portrayal of the lives of most common people.

Those big men in Kyushu know the vicissitudes of the situation above their palms, and the gunpowder and sword light are far away from them, so far away that they can't notice how terrifying the silent aftermath that can swallow thousands of living lives, so that they can be fearless and add fuel. Knead the Tianbian Fengyun cotton ball into the shape you want, and take advantage of the spare time when you don't have to go to work to add oil and vinegar to the wine shop to win the knowing smile of others.

Actually nothing bad.

It can be said to be just right.

Xie Rongjiao thought, this is the value of their existence as practitioners.

Jiang Jingxing was thoughtful: "I don't know if Xiongtai has thought about another possibility."

The brother who spoke said he was all ears: "Oh, I don't know something about this, please tell me, brother."

Jiang Jingxing took a sip of tea slowly, without rushing or panicking, whetted his appetite for talking, and he was relieved only when he first showed signs of scratching his ears and cheeks:

"I don't know if Xiongtai has noticed that from the two times of the Haojing Imperial Palace to the Western Wilderness King City, the saints are all accompanied by one person?"

After speaking, Xiongtai clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "Brother, are you talking about the eldest son of the Xie family?"

Jiang Jingxing nodded in agreement: "Yes, it is indeed that one."

The brother who spoke was successfully hooked by him with a small piece of fresh meat, and he asked out of curiosity: "I don't know what to teach you, but these three movements are all related to the eldest son of the Xie family?"

Jiang Jingxing pretended to be mysterious and smiled, only to arouse the curiosity of the talking brother: "This is a private matter of the sage, I dare not say more, that's all I have to say, I have a chance to see you again."

After finishing speaking, he flew away like every tall man with a white beard who stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech, leaving behind the speaking brother angrily cursed in his heart as a coward!

Little did he know that what made Jiang Jingxing cowardly was not talking about the saint's private affairs, but that the elder son of the Xie family he was talking about was staring at him calmly, ready to take out Zhenjiang Mountain at any time to give Jiang Jingxing soberness.

The efficiency of the cloth with real gold and silver bonuses is really reliable. When I went the next day, a large bag of clothes was neatly packed and folded, just waiting for Xie Rongjiao's presence.

Zhennan City got its name because of the same reason as Zhenxi City. After leaving the city gate, it was Nanman's territory.

It also happened to be where Princess Ruyang they wanted to visit.

Xie Rongjiao remembered the words of the national teacher, "Princess Ruyang is different from Ji Huang". In addition, even though this princess held the handle of Jiang Jingxing's deathbed, Soul Lamp has always been peaceful and never deliberately caused trouble, which already shows that she Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, he does not plan to use weapons, but treats it like a normal visit to a princess of the Zhou family and the queen of the Nanban.

He was so happy that he could not die. As soon as his thoughts reached the border of the Southern Man, he was hit mercilessly by reality.

The soldiers guarding the city were doing their business, and they didn't look at the certificates they handed over. They said coldly: "There is an order from the king. The recent period is special, and no outsiders from Kyushu are allowed to enter or leave."

Xie Rongjiao twitched his brows lightly, keenly savoring the strangeness in the guard's words.

He said that the person who sent the order was called "the king"

The Southern Barbarian King who has been evaded for a long time since the marriage of Princess Ruyang, exists in name only, and can basically be equated with a mascot decoration.

It is not Princess Ruyang who really holds the power of life and death in the Nanman, who is actually the lord of the Nanman, and who speaks out her orders.

A title can already prove many things.

Jiang Jingxing murmured: "The brother who spoke in the restaurant is not telling the truth."

"I really don't like taking things apart when I don't have to."

It's a pity that the current situation seems to be a last resort. This rumor may really intensify and become irresistible.