In a daze, Zhao Surou's nine-section whip had already attacked, and the long sword connected with the steel whip, making a crisp clanging sound.
Chen Ziqi pulled Amu and ran out, and said to a group of people outside the door: "Come on."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave." Wu Jian said with a dejected face.
"Don't talk." Tu Buxian punched him.
Chen Ziqi turned his head to look, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. On the road outside the Temple of Earth, there stood a total of twenty people holding long swords, wearing uniform light blue arrow sleeves.
"I am the second-generation disciple of the Lushan Sword Sect, a few of them are..." The young man headed forward and asked.
It turned out to be a member of the Lushan faction, Chen Ziqi closed his eyes and rolled his eyes.
Changjianmen belonged to the Lushan Sect. When they were bullied, they asked the boss to support them, so the Lushan Sect came to stand for Changjianmen. In this way, the swordsman who saved them just now should also be from the Lushan faction. If you stay here and wait for them to mediate, there shouldn't be any danger, but if Zhao Surou asks for Cheng Jiazhen, it will inevitably lead to another conflict.
People from the Suxin Sect seem to be very obsessed with Cheng Jiazhen. In order to prevent changes, it is better to get out early.
Thinking of this, Chen Ziqi put on a miserable face and said, "We are people from the capital, we came to Lucheng to join our relatives, and we didn't want to meet the aunt of the Suxin Sect, but they were detained and forbidden to leave. With the help of a blue-clothed knight, he was able to escape."
When the people from the Lushan faction heard the words, their hostility slightly decreased, and the leader took the unsheathed sword back. The junior brother beside him is still a little suspicious: "When did Su Xinzong start a business of robbing houses, why did they not allow you to leave?"
Chen Ziqi lowered her head, blushed, and said, "The aunt saw how beautiful my brothers were, and said she wanted to take me to Su Xinzong..."
"Ah..." The boys from the Lushan faction exclaimed in unison and took a closer look. Chen Ziqi looks like a jade tree facing the wind. Although the black eggs over there are a bit dark, the facial features are still very handsome.
Think of a group of unmarried old aunts in the Su Xin Sect...
For a time, everyone had great sympathy for Chen Ziqi and his party.
Chen Ziqi bowed their hands to them, and got on his horse. Hei Dan was injured, so Wu Jian drove the carriage that Chang E was riding in and quickly left the place. Going to Lucheng, worried that Su Xinzong's people would chase after him, so he directly changed his way to Jianyang.
"Senior brother, just let them go?" a younger Lushan disciple asked.
"Since the junior uncle let them go, there is no need to worry about it." The leading senior brother said.
"Senior brother, I still have a question," the junior brother endured for a moment but couldn't hold back, and said with a complicated expression, "If it's a robbery, what's going on with that bald guy?" Showing that dignified bald head, who would like it!
"Maybe... someone likes this..."
"Oh."
Chen Zimo suffered some internal injuries, but luckily it wasn't serious, so he leaned against the wall of the car to exercise silently to regulate his breathing.
"You unfilial son, you beast, that's how you repay my kindness of upbringing..." Cheng Jiazhen sat in the corner, staring at her and cursing. She thought that if she left the palace, she would be able to regain her freedom and rely on this "son" to live the life of a concubine in brocade clothes and jade food. Unexpectedly, Chen Zimo let her eat cold rice, drink cold water, and sleep in the luggage compartment along the way, looking at her like looking at a dead person. Instead, she made offerings to Chang E, who came from a poor and humble background, like a mother.
"What's this called, reciprocate it, how did you treat him when he was a child, and now he treats you the same way," Chang E nibbled melon seeds leisurely, "he didn't use wicker to beat you, he has done his best."
Interestingly, Cheng Jiazhen has always emphasized the grace of parenting, but never said that she is his mother.
At dusk, I finally arrived at Jianyang City. This is Chen Ziqi's fief, the place where he will live for a long time in the future.
There is no city defense at the gate of the city, and everyone can go in and out at will. Of course, there are very few people coming and going.
Chen Ziqi thought that his fief in a place far from the imperial power might be as chaotic as Jiuru Town. However, after stepping into the city gate, he didn't think so. The entire Jianyang City was bleak, there were almost no shops on the street, and it was impossible to make a mess.
After walking half a street, I saw two blacksmith shops.
"Old man, why is there no one in Jianyang?" Chen Ziqi asked the blacksmith who was standing in front of the door beating constantly.
"Go on," said the blacksmith, looking up at him. "Are you here to buy a sword?"
Chen Ziqi shook his head, and then walked forward, there are indeed more shops, but... they are all made of iron! There are no taverns, no brothels, just a shabby inn. Pedestrians on the road were all disfigured and numb.
Near Jianyang City are all the sects of the Sword League. Everyone is proud of practicing swords and hopes to enter the sect to practice martial arts one day. People who don't practice swords also go to the farms related to the sect to eat.
"The towns outside the sect's jurisdiction are probably like this," Chen Zimo leaned against the car door, clutching his chest and said, "Lucheng is also very poor."
The disadvantage of practicing martial arts in the whole country is that no one farms the fields, and the taxes cannot be collected year after year. The sects are getting richer and the royal family is getting poorer.
Fortunately, when Jianyang was going to be divided into a fief a year ago, the imperial court had already built a palace here, so that the group would not end up on the streets.
The plaque on the door reads "Prince Jane's House" in three gilded characters, and two stone lions stand on both sides, which is quite impressive. A servant was sweeping in front of the door. Seeing them, he was stunned for a moment, then threw down his broom and went in to report.
"My lord, my goddess!" He took the first step to clean up the blessings and blessings of the palace, and happily greeted him.
The palace was well organized, and all the utensils that were in the palace were brought. The maids could not take them out of the palace, so Fuyuan bought a few little maids locally. In addition, the court assigned twenty guards according to the rules, and the whole palace was quite lively.
"This city of Jianyang is very desolate. I searched for a long time before I found a place to sell vegetables in the outskirts. It was still a farm in Changjianmen, so it would be willing to sell some to us." Chen Ziqi replied again.
Now, Chenzi Qifeng opened the mansion, and he was the master. Therefore, the head of Fuyuan, who used to take orders from Chang'e, has also changed to Xiang Chenziqi to report back.
"You should see the governor first." Chen Zimo reminded. He has been operating in Lucheng for half a year, no one has taught him, and he has suffered a lot.
Jianyang City is under the control of the governor. In theory, as a vassal king, this land will be under his control in the future, and the governor will naturally become his subordinate.
"Go and send a post to the governor and tell him to come to the palace tomorrow to see the prince." Chen Ziqi said to Fu Yuan.
"Yes." Fuyuan took the order, wrote a post, pointed to a guard and sent it to Jianyang Mansion.
I thought that if I became a vassal king, I would be able to eat and drink without worry. Looking at this poor and white fief, Chen Ziqi began to worry again.
At the time of Taizong, the vassal kings had high martial arts skills and strong soldiers, and the small sects around them had to pay tribute to the vassal kings. And the small sects in his area are reluctant to sell him even a few cabbage...
The next day, the governor came to visit.
The governor's name is Zeng Shan, he is over forty years old, with the appearance of a scholar, and he was born in the dagger gate. It's funny, the reason why Jianyang is called Jianyang is because he is the intersection of two small swordsmen, one is called Changjianmen and the other is called short swordsmen. Both are under the jurisdiction of the Lushan Sword Sect, but due to their different cultivation concepts, they often fight by martial arts.
"Those houses on East Street were destroyed by them fighting in the city last year." Zeng Shan said with a drooping face.
"Then don't you care?" Chen Zi frowned.
"The rivers and lakes are all about the rivers and lakes, and the government only cares about the people's affairs." Zeng Shan smiled shamelessly, left the list of Jianyang people and field brochures, and left swayingly. For this fourteen-year-old prince, he didn't pay much attention to him.
A vassal king must have troops and horses to make people fear. Now, let alone soldiers and horses, it is a problem for Chen Ziqi to feed his twenty guards.
"Does he look down on me?" Chen Ziqi put his hands behind his back and looked at the back of the governor leaving.
"Yes." Wu Jian told the truth.
"..." Chen Ziqi slapped Wu Bubu's head and walked away angrily.
"Didn't you want me to say it?" Wu Bubu scratched his head.
"How many times have you said that, close your crow's mouth." Tu Buxian came over, put his fist on Wubu's head and turned around.
"Bun Gun, are you trying to make me as bald as you?" Wu Jian slapped Tu Buxian's hand away, angrily.
Chen Ziqi held the directory booklet and checked it carefully. In his fief, the population is quite large, but the annual taxes that can be collected are pitiful. Most of the people in the city are in the business of blacksmithing and selling swords, and the people outside the city...
The more he looked, the more headache, Chen Ziqi got up and went to Chen Zimo to ask for his experience.
"The second emperor's fief is near the Huangshan faction, the third's fief is around Yandang Mountain, and the fourth is in the Liuhe Sect..." Chen Zimo pointed to the map.
As long as the princes from good backgrounds, the fiefs they get are also near the sect where the mother family is located. If they take care of each other, they will soon become prosperous. At the very least, some experts in the sect will be sent to guard the king. As for these princes who have no foundation, they will be thrown into a place where birds don't shit and fend for themselves.
"You mean, you have to find a backer first?" Chen Ziqi grasped the point, the new vassal king has no strength, and if there is no protection from the big sect, it is very dangerous. Just like his current palace, for martial arts masters, it is simply a piece of paper.
Speaking of the backing, Dan Yi's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, why don't you go and beg Brother Feng Yuan to send more people to help him
"You can find my uncle..." Amu came out of the door and whispered.
"What uncle?" Chen Ziqi looked up at him.
"The day before yesterday, that blue-clothed swordsman," Amu hesitated for a moment, not sure, "I think he looks familiar..."
Amu has never been out of the palace since he was a child, where would he know anyone? After thinking about it, only his uncle would make him feel familiar.
Say uncle, uncle will come. Three days later, someone came to visit, and it was the blue-robed swordsman who rescued them at the Temple of Earth that day.
When Li Yuhan came to the door, Chen Ziqi hadn't woken up yet. Wu Jian knocked on the door outside: "My lord, the person from the Lushan faction is here. The subordinates have checked and this person is a closed disciple of the head of the Lushan faction, and his name is Li Yuhan."
Wu Jian's voice is not very pleasant, but because of his high internal strength, he is full of confidence, and it seems extremely noisy.
Chen Ziqi pulled up the quilt to cover his head and turned over.
"Hey!" A short bird chirping suddenly woke up the confused Chen Ziqi. He reached out and touched the quilt, and sure enough, he found something fluffy and warm. Catch it out and take a look, it is the little red bird that has not been seen for a long time.
"God chicken!" Chen Ziqi was surprised and happy, sitting up and holding the little red bird in his hands. Before Lan Jiangxue left the palace, he also asked, if he went to the fief, would the chicken be able to find him? How did you respond then
"You are the one chosen by the gods, no matter where you go, the gods can find you."
Chen Ziqi leaned over and touched his head with it. The little red bird didn't cooperate, but turned around and pointed his butt at him.
"You bastard... Huh?" Chen Ziqi was about to flick his ass, when he suddenly discovered that a red tail feather had grown out of that furry little butt.
Although it is only finger-length, it is very beautiful. The top of the tail feathers is a peacock-like feather, but it is light red, and there are neatly arranged fine hairs below it. The feathers are soft and will sway from side to side as the chick's butt shakes. When it's not moving, it will lift up in awe.
"Long tail feathers!" Chen Ziqi looked around curiously.
"Chirp!" The little red bird was very proud, walking back and forth on the quilt, showing its beautiful tail in different poses. Dad said that you should show your good-looking tail to the person you like, so that he will like yourself.
Outside the door, Wu Jian looked at the little snowflakes falling from the sky, and chatted with Tu Buxian: "It's already snowing, the visit to Xuandao should be over, and I don't know if the palace master will..."
Just as he was talking, Tu Buxian suddenly patted him.
"What are you beating me for?" Wu Kuai turned his head, saw that Chen Ziqi had come out, and was about to speak, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the red hairy head exposed at the front of his shirt, and couldn't help exclaiming, "Gah!"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Bird Attack: Come on, let me show you something good
Qiqi: What
Bird Attack: (lifts clothes) Look!
Qiqi: (covering his face) Oops, hooligan!
Bird Attack: How can you be a rogue just by looking at the tail (āvā)
Qiqi: Oh, it turned out to be looking at the tail =. =