Chapter 92: Zheng Qiuhe

Ziyun calendar December 31, 1228, early morning.
Chuxiu Inn.
One of the best rooms in the courtyard, the teenager in a white dress sat in front of the stone table in the courtyard, the fingers on the table tapped on the table, and the eyes were slightly ethereal.
"Unconsciously... I have been back for more than a year."
On December 12, 1227, Zhou Donghuang returned from an accident after the millennium, and embarked on a journey to change his destiny.
Over the past year or so, a lot of things have happened. So far, Zhou Donghuang still has a feeling like a dream.
It’s just that it’s not a dream.
"It’s been more than eight months since I left Yunfeng County... I don’t know, how are they and my sister?"
When I think of Lin Biao, I think of Yunxiao, Zhou Donghuang’s eyes, a timely appearance of a touch of color, "In the beginning, they should bring them together."
At the beginning, the reason why I didn’t bring Lin Biao and Yunxiao together came because he didn’t know that he could get into the gas gathering in such a short period of time, and even gather together!
After all, in a place like Chuwangcheng, if there is not enough strength and the family is around, he will not let go.
After a moment of indulgence, Zhou Donghuang left the room and entered the room. He wrote a letter and handed it to Afu’s hand. "Afu, you are looking for a station to find the messenger who will drive the road with blood and blood." The letter was sent back to Yunfeng County as soon as possible and sent to Lu Qinghu, the owner of the Lujia family."
"Yes, young master."
Afu took the letter and left.
In Chuwang City, there are some relatively large stations, and a group of messengers who traveled with blood and horses.
Of course, the charges for such messengers are also extremely expensive.
However, that little money, Zhou Donghuang, who is sitting on 20 million and two silver, is not lacking at all.
"After today, this world, I am also an adult."
After sitting back at the stone table, I thought that today is the last day of the 1228 year of the Ziyun calendar. Zhou Donghuang smiled lightly.
In Ziyunxing, 18 years old is considered an adult.
Under the age of 18, for teenagers and girls, once they enter the age of 18, they officially entered the ranks of youth.
"Dr. Zhou!"
Shortly after Afu’s departure, Ren Jiapei came to the door.
Is it purple? Today is the day when our younger generation’s children are gathering, I am coming to see you.

Today's Ren Jiapei, wearing a dress is not as casual as usual, dressed as a lady like Yang Zizhen's usual style, so that Zhou Donghuang looked uncomfortable.
"Jia Pei sister."
Ren Jiapei’s voice is not small, the voice just fell, Yang Ziyan has heard the sound, and walked out of the door at the right time.
Today's Yang Ziyan, wearing a white dress with a snow-like dress, another set of white gauze on the upper body, coupled with her white skin, looks holy.
Coupled with the face of Yang Ziyan, this long skirt, set off her like a holy saint, high above, can not be embarrassed.
"Wow--"
Seeing the dress of Yang Ziyan, Ren Jiapei’s eyes are shining.
Sister Zi Zi, you dress up today, it’s really beautiful.

"And, it fits your temperament."
"The original color is yours, even if you dress casually, today's party is enough to smash the group... You are not giving the family a living."
Between Ren Jiapei’s words, it seems to have completely forgotten that she is also one of the family members who participated in today’s gathering.
Yang Ziyan's temperament, slightly cold, with this white dress, looks even more cold.
Usually, in front of outsiders, Yang Ziyan's words are rare, not even talking. Only in front of Zhou Donghuang, is it like a girl next door.
"And... it’s a good match with Zhou’s big white.

Ren Jiapei said as he looked at Zhou Donghuang and smiled.
When I heard Ren Jiapei's words, Yang Ziyan's face floated with two blushes, and the beautiful appearance of the people, so that people could not wait to rush forward to take her into the arms and kiss him.
"Dr. Zhou, I am here... look good?"
Yang Ziyan looked at Zhou Donghuang and combed the white dress on his body. Some asked awkwardly.
Today, she dresses up like this, not for the sake of others, mainly to see the teenagers in front of me.
The woman is pleasing to her own content, and she is talking about Yang Ziyan.
"Well, look good."
Zhou Donghuang smiled and nodded.
The girl’s mind, he will not see it again?
However, so far, his feelings for the girl are more like brothers and sisters, and have never touched the string in the heart.
The last time he went out, he wanted to explain his feelings to the girl, but not only did he start from it, but gradually shelved it.
"When this party comes back, when I am alone, I will make it clear with this girl... lest she get deeper and deeper."
Zhou Donghuang sighed, he knew that some words, it is difficult to open, but also have to speak.
However, the current Zhou Donghuang, but does not know:
The girl, already deep, can even be said to be unable to extricate herself...
"Go."
In order to avoid misunderstanding of the girl, Zhou Donghuang quickly recovered the gaze that fell on the girl, and left the seat, said to Ren Jiapei.
Zhou Donghuang deliberately evaded the gaze, the girl naturally noticed that the corner of the mouth could not help but a bitter smile.
However, soon, her gaze became very firm.
"Good! Let's go!"
Although Ren Jiapei was very embarrassed, but now she also saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and quickly responded, then went to the girl, took the girl's hand and took the lead out of the yard.
Zhou Donghuang followed the two women, and they were white, and the snow was floating.
......
In the king city of Chu, there are many wealthy families, such as the Yang family where Yang Ziyan was before, but the giant family at the bottom.
It is the home of Ren Jiapei. Although there are three large-scale six-mart martial arts monks sitting in the town, they can only be regarded as a middle-class family. Because the top giants generally have a number of gathering Qiqiu martial arts monks.
It is the best family of the giants, and at least one of the seven martial arts monks in the town.
The gatherings of the younger generations of the family of the giants will be held once a year, and will be initiated by the descendants of the top generations of the top kings in the Chu King City, taking turns in several of their residences.
This year, the party that hosted this gathering was the top giant family Guardian.
Weijia, as the top family of wealthy families, is far from the home of the Yang family and the house of the family of the wealthy family. Even if it is more than the house of the Shijia family, it is not much better.
"Miss Ren."
After Ren Jiapei presented the invitation at the gate of the Weijia House, he took Zhou Donghuang and Yang Ziwei into the room.
And a few people guarding the gate at the gate of the Weijia House, until the three entered the door, their eyes were still on the beautiful girl wearing a holy white dress.
"This... seems to be the Yang Ziyan who was expelled from the Yang family by the Yang family?"
"I don't think it's a man who is seen by the big family of Shijia Dajia. It's really beautiful and suffocating... When she grows up, I don't think there is a woman in the city of Chu."
"The lady is also very beautiful, and the two stand together, it is just a pair of bright sister flowers."
"The white boy behind them, handsome, temperament... I don't know which family is the child?"
"Since I didn't show the invitation, I don't want to come to the family of the wealthy family, at least not the children of the family."
......
A few of the guardians next to the children, between the words, but they recognized Yang Ziyan, as for Zhou Donghuang, they are raw faces for them, very strange.
However, today's party, each of the great family members who come to the party, can bring up to two people. Therefore, even if Yang Ziyan is not a child of the wealthy family, Zhou Donghuang did not show the invitation, and they did not say anything.
"Miss Ren, please, please."
After entering the Weijia Mansion, someone led the way to the place where the party was held, in the spacious backyard of the Weijia Mansion.
Zhou Donghuang followed the two women into the backyard and saw at a glance that there were neat tables in the backyard filled with all kinds of food and drink, like the buffet of the earth.
"Hey? Isn't this Miss Ren?"
When Zhou Donghuang had just arrived, there was a girl in a green dress, and she walked up with a donkey and looked at Miss Ren. "Miss Ren, I heard that after you took Yang Ziyan, you were tired. Renjia lost a lot of business with Shijia."
The appearance of the green skirt girl is pretty good, but it is far worse than Ren Jiapei and Yang Ziyan. Now, when I come up, I will chatter and have a potential for shrewing women.
Zhou Donghuang just noticed that this girl who is obviously deliberately ignoring Yang Ziyan’s green skirt, once they showed up, once looked at Yang Ziyan’s eyes.
"Zheng Qiuhe."
Ren Jiapei looked at the girl in the green skirt and sneered: "If I remember correctly, the sister of Zizi sent a lot of rouge gouache to you, and also helped you a lot?"
"Before the sister of Zi Yan was expelled from the Yang family, you were amiable to her sister. After she was expelled from the Yang family, you decided to shut her out."
"You are such a ungrateful villain, I am a servant who disdains to be with you...get away!!"
The green skirt girl, named ‘Zheng Qiuhe’, is the third lady of the Zheng family.
"Zheng Jia?"
Zhou Donghuang faintly glanced at Zheng Qiuhe, and he remembered very clearly that when Yang Ziyan was expelled from the Yang family, the first one to go was the Zheng family.
I want to come, I am going to find this Zheng Qiuhe.
Zheng Jia, like the Yang family, is just a giant family at the bottom.
For this reason, seeing Ren Jiapei so strong, Zheng Qiuhe's face became very ugly at the same time, but did not dare to stop the road of Jia Pei, let it aside.
Ren Jia, more than their Zheng Jiaqiang.
"Miss Miss, this lady is so arrogant, sooner or later she will be liquidated by the stone master. You don't need to be angry with her."
Zheng Qiu’s beggars comforted her.
"Hey! I am waiting to see the day when Jiapei is unlucky."
Zheng Qiu's eyes stared at the back of Ren Jiapei, and said with hate.