After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"Zheng Zhen is well."

Before going down the mountain, Zheng Wan went to the Deacon's Hall to change his identity card.

Yucheng is no longer a small circle. Instead, it is replaced by a three-petal clear Jacaranda flower. This flower is a long-lost peculiar flower in the Xuancang Realm. It is rumored that when the flower reaches seven petals, a clear Jacaranda flower will fall in the whole world. rain--

However, no one has seen it.

Zheng Wan changed the jade plaque, received the monthly law and two pieces of martial arts disciple clothes to leave, but was stopped by the deacon:

"The real person wait a minute, there are still some things that have not been handed over to the real person."

He took out the black storage bag from under the cabinet and pushed it mysteriously, Zheng Wan took it strangely, and his soul sense probed it out, and found that it contained a black gown and a middle-level primordial stone.

"this is……"

Zheng Wan reluctantly glanced at the deacon's Rong Chang face, white and clean, not ugly, but...when she gets rid of Gu in the future, she wants to choose a waiter, this person is still far from the standard.

To think of a less hurtful excuse to reject him.

But listened to the deacon:

"A real person will still enjoy the monthly rule of the Black Iron Order of the Armed Forces in the future, don't forget to take it."

"..."

Zheng Wan coughed, reached out his hand to take the storage bag, thought about it, and asked:

"What's the monthly rule for Great Secretary?"

"Ten upper-level primordial stones."

"……Oh."

Zheng Yu felt a little sour, no, she was so sour.

......Desperately drawing a month's talisman, not as good as the fixed salary received by others.

"How long will it take for Jiabing to be promoted to Chief Secretary?"

"Mr. Zheng, this... the little one doesn’t know, but if it’s the merits, the first soldiers will go up, there are team soldiers, the siege, and the seventh rank, before they can reach the big secretary. As far as the little one knows, now the twelve main cities , And only then issued three major secretary orders, one of which is the true monarch of the Guixu faction, Liwei."

The deacon looked at Zheng Zhenren, who was still happily, suddenly resembling an eggplant beaten by frost:

"Zheng... real person?"

Zheng Zhenren waved his hand:

"It's okay, goodbye."

She went out and went to the mission hall to take a look. Seeing that there was nothing suitable, she simply took an errand mission and went down the mountain.

The guard of Changlu Academy had known her a long time ago, and when Zheng Wan came over, he came over to greet her:

"Fairy came to visit Mr. Zheng again?"

The old guard hasn’t seen a monk like this fairy. Once other monks have cultivated immortals, they don’t pay much attention to mortal matters, let alone visit them in two days and three days.

"Mr. Zheng is still in class."

He said.

After Zheng Wan listened, he turned his steps and went to the back of the academy. A-niang really embroidered flowers in the yard. The middle-aged woman she hired next to her was holding her child and coaxing, "Shan Shan laughed."

A Niang turned her head:

"Shan Shan smiled, I knew you were here."

"Aniang..." Zheng Wan put down the rose sugar cake he bought on the road, and got tired of his mother before saying, "How are you doing?"

"Your mother-in-law is delicious and sleepy here, what's wrong?"

The mountains and mountains danced and danced, and even his head was coming to Zheng Wan. He still uttered "Hohoho". Wang shook his head: "This kid doesn't know what's going on. He's very close to you. What we accompany every day has become a foil."

Zheng Yu went over, and the baby in the swaddle made a circle again because of the delicious food and drink. When she saw her coming, he giggled and stretched out his hand to catch her.

"The madam is right, when the fairy comes, this mountain doesn't want us anymore."

The middle-aged lady helped to make fun.

Zheng Yu looked at his slick eyes thoughtfully, only to feel that these eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere, maybe they were more suave and enlightened.

I just think about it, but I can't figure it out.

She teased for a while:

"Did you name it?"

"You said, Aye, how about taking the word ‘foolish’?"

"Yu? Zheng Yu?"

Xiaomingshan Mountain.

Reminiscent of this child's birth, it is a good name, Zheng Wan nodded: "Very good."

The door was pushed open from outside, and Zheng Zhai strode in. His work of preaching and teaching has made him very radiant recently. He laughed:

"Aye, I took it, can it be good?"

"Tell the chef to make more, ah, and osmanthus cakes, Tanggu cakes, teriyaki chicken..." Zheng Zhai asked for a list of dishes, "Do you think it's enough?"

"enough."

Zheng Wan stayed late in the academy and left reluctantly. When the appointment time was short, she went to the house where she used to rent, and after about the same time, she changed into a black gown and sat down. The buggy cart went around to the west gate.

At the end of the day, except for certain places where the song was played every night, the entire Fengwu City had fallen into a deep sleep.

The west city gate is even more closed, and in the silence, the small department stands in the night. It is adjacent to the city wall. Two palace lanterns in front of the gate are faint. When the wind blows, the steps under the corridor are printed with phantoms, like teeth and claws. Beast.

Zheng Wanlue stood there before raising his feet up the steps.

"Buckle—"

The door opened from the inside.

A thin old man opened the door from the inside. His face was long and narrow, and his eyes were thin and narrow. When he lifted his eyelids to look at people, he had a meanness and arrogance. His voice was rough, as if he had been severely injured:

"who?"

Zheng Wan showed him a black iron order.

"I'm here to see the great secretary."

"Please come in."

The old man's eyes touched the Black Iron Ling, and he was taken aback for a moment, before the expression that turned away thousands of miles away like snow, he arched:

"It turned out to be the Order of the Black Iron, please come in, please come in."

Zheng Wan saw his cultivation in the late stage of Zhiwei Realm, and his heart was speechless. Every doorkeeper was Zhiwei Realm, and he didn't know...Where is the sacred person in charge of other Black Iron Orders.

She silently followed the old man, walked around a very narrow and dark corridor, a hidden door, and arrived in front of a door.

The gate made of thousand-year-old mysterious iron is engraved with a complicated pattern of tangled branches on the edge, which has a heavy and vicissitudes of life at first glance.

The old man stopped and bowed his head:

"Arrived."

He lightly tapped the gilt bronze hanging ring beside the door, and the ringing sound spread far away in a very strange rhythm, and the door opened with a click.

"Order, please."

The old man took a step back, he couldn't afford it, and his attitude was respectful.

Zheng Wan was touched by the solemn atmosphere and raised his foot to enter the door. Unexpectedly, this is an extremely wide room, which seems to be superimposed on the technique of space.

Directly facing the door, is a long case leaning against the window, behind the case is a storage compartment connected to the roof on the whole side, next to it is a floor-to-ceiling copper carving pot, and on the other side is an eight floor-to-ceiling enamel screen separating a small room for rest. Place.

A light is like a bean, and the candlelight is faint.

Zheng Wan looked at the figure writing the crazy book after the long case, and blessed his body:

"The Great Secretary."

Da Shiqing raised her head, but it was not the person she was thinking of. This person had a round face, round eyes and round arms. He was so naive. Seeing her, he smiled and said:

"But the new envoy from Yuqingmen?"

"Yes."

Not Cui Wang.

Zheng Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the two of them have some past. It would be fine if they were colleagues, running under the hands of people to do things, no matter how they think, it is not so happy.

"Good, good."

The round-faced monk hurriedly nodded and shook his head, "Lingshi Zheng made a mistake. This monarch is not the Great Secretary, but the one used by the Great Secretary. He usually handles mundane matters for him here... Retreat, you won’t be out for a short time."

"……Oh."

Zheng Wan became unhappy again, thinking to himself, after that person leaves the customs, he solves the Gu by himself. It would be better if this department can come or not.

Staying with God's son makes her mentally unbalanced easily.

"On the first day of the new commander, he will come to the department to report, and he usually has nothing to do, but when the city lord is recruited, he will try his best to do something for the people in each city..."

Zheng Yu understood that the higher the responsibilities of this officer were the mortal guards, and the lower armored soldiers like her were the quick arrests of the prefects.

Do trivial things, as well as protect the city.

The former relied on self-consciousness and went to the city lord’s mansion to receive tasks, exchange points for vital stones and contributions; the latter was a forced recruitment by the city lord, for example, there was a catastrophe that needed to be resisted.

"understood?"

"understood."

"Then come here to sign your name, press a bet, and you will be one of our dark iron orders from now on."

Zheng Wanyiyan drew circles on the parchment, and when the words fell, the parchment burned out of thin air, and a golden pattern was printed on the center of her eyebrows, and they rose to the sky—

"The contract is completed, the person who executes the order shall not do anything to harm Xuan Cang for life, otherwise, he will be hit by five thunders."

The round-faced monk was solemn, and Zheng Wan bowed his head and said yes.

"Okay, let's go."

Zheng Yu didn't move, she withdrew the black iron order: "Can you ask Zhenjun to go to Yuzhen Building for me as a security guard, and be a...runner?"

"Paralling hall?" The round-faced monk thought he was listening. "What did Zheng Lingshi say, to be the hall of Yuzhen Building?"

"Yes," Zheng Wan said with a smile, "it's just going to the hall."

If she goes by herself, she is afraid that Yuzhen Lou will not accept it.

"……Oh."

The round-faced monk scratched his cheeks. He glanced at the back of the screen concealedly, "This matter...it's not difficult to say, Zheng Lingshi waits a bit."

Xiaopang dialed his hand on the long case, took out a piece of Futi paper, swiped a big pen, wrote in a hurry, pressed the red chapter in the upper right corner and handed it out:

"Zheng Lingshi took this thing to Yuzhen Tower and found a shopkeeper named Bai, and he knew how to do it."

"Thank you."

Zheng Wan glanced at the gold lacquer seal on the Futi paper, carefully put it in the storage bracelet, and said goodbye.

The curly figure of the woman disappeared behind the door. The round-faced monk wiped her forehead and hurriedly got off the long case. After walking to the screen, there stood a black-clothed monk by the window. His brows were lacquered and his skin was jade. Soaked in the moonlight through the window, there was actually a kind of paleness of Nong Li.

"she left."

"Yes."

The round-faced monk glanced at it, but he didn't dare to look again.

"What did you say?"

The round face was taken aback for a moment, didn't you hear everything in your heart?

After all, I didn't dare to raise objections, so I had to repeat what had happened just now, and then listened to the cold voice in front of me: "It was actually going to be a running hall."

The round face was stunned, he... just heard this smile?

It's just that the laughter was too faint, scattered into the thick night, as if it were fake.

Round face couldn't help but look up, but he was stunned. He never forgot this moment before and after.

The man stood in the thick moonlight, with a slight smile on his lips, as if in the quiet night there was a quiet, cold and silent flower, and even the slight smile was mixed with indescribable sadness. color.

"Great Secretary, you..."

"My lord goes out for a walk," Cui Wang nodded, "I'm bothering you to keep it secret for my lord about going out."

He lifted his foot out of the door, turned the secret door, stepped through the corridor, and went out along the road when he came. The thin old man collapsed and said, "Da Siqing walk slowly."

The door opened.

Cui Wang stood slightly on the steps, the sky was like a canvas with splashes of ink, and the stars were like dots. He retracted his gaze and walked away.

When walking around the corner of the long road, Cui Wang stopped suddenly and sighed:

"Come out."

In the shadows under the eaves, a figure curled up out of her, wrapped her in a black gown, as if the night was enchanting, Cui Wang lowered his eyes as he watched the person walk in step by step.

"Meet again, Li Wei... True Monarch."

Zheng Wan smiled charmingly, "Isn't it retreat?"

"How do you know that I am there?"

"I didn't know it at first." Zheng Yu said with a smile, "but the one who works for the true monarch can't hide his home."

"It's not a cover up."

Cui Wang lowered his eyes, and the bleak moonlight fell on his slender eyelashes. Zheng Yu thought to himself, this man's skin is really top-notch, and she is actually not at all disadvantaged.

"I thought that the true monarch was in retreat. It turned out to be a lie."

She was smiling and authentic.

"It's closed."

Cui Wang suddenly raised his eyes and said, "However, if the Secretary suddenly called for an urgent matter, I left the customs."

"By accident, I accidentally ran into you."