Fish swimming around the world

The prince did not have anyone to wait on him while he was eating. Everyone knew that the prince was the best eater in the world and he liked to cook by himself, so of course he would not cause trouble.

After the meal was served, everyone left, leaving only the old erhu man playing music, while the little girl was dragged to the dining table by Jiang Fan to eat together.

The little girl was innocent and innocent. She only knew that he was called Wang Ye Gege. She didn't understand the difference in status. She giggled and ate happily with Jiang Fan. He also said that he had made a lot of money now and wanted to treat him to street corner wonton noodles.

Jiang Fan agreed, saying that this time he would treat him, and next time he would ask the little girl to treat him to at least two bowls.

The little girl agreed wholeheartedly and said she would add two braised eggs for him. This is incredible. You must know that this little girl is nicknamed Little Pixiu. She is obsessed with money. It would be impossible to get her to spend money.

The song ended quickly, and Jiang Fan greeted: "Mr. Feng, come and have a drink together."

The old man hurriedly said: "The prince is as noble as a heavenly being, but the humble people and the ordinary people don't dare, don't dare."

Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "Heaven is a bird, Mr. Feng, you were very comfortable back then, why are you so reserved today? You are not as good as our little Pixiu, hurry up, take a seat."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty is still so approachable, it doesn't matter, the old man is just presumptuous."

Jiang Fan rubbed the little girl's head: "Little Pixiu, go pour wine for grandpa."

The little girl happily picked up the jug and went to pour the wine. She also yelled for her grandfather to drink more, because she would invite the prince and brother to dinner later, and he would have to eat back.

The little guy made the two of them laugh heartily. Jiang Fan didn't know how long it had been since he had been so happy.

"Mr. Feng's Erhu skill combines the skills of the North and the South. It is truly superb." Jiang Fan praised after the two drank two glasses of wine.

At this moment, Mr. Feng was not at all as reserved as before. Instead, he looked at Jiang Fan with a smile.

"I once asked someone to bring me a message, and I wanted to invite the prince to listen to the southern erhu. I just played a song today. Is the prince satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard in the human world several times." Jiang Fan nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Feng chuckled and said, "Thank you for your praise. Your Majesty's witty words are like pearls. He can pick them up at your fingertips, which is really admirable."

Jiang Fan said: "This Nandi Erhu is indeed a little more tactful, but it also... has a more sad meaning, which makes me a little puzzled."

Mr. Feng's eyes were calm: "Your Majesty is able to interpret the music to your liking. He is really smart."

"Oh? So, this song is like crying and telling, and there must be some story in it?"

Jiang Fan asked curiously.

Mr. Feng brushed his beard slightly: "Your Majesty, would you like to hear it?"

Jiang Fan filled up the wine with a smile: "Quan is going to drink, Mr. Feng, please speak."

Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, his eyes seemed a little distant: "Your Majesty, does he know where my ancestors and grandson came from?"

Jiang Fan picked up the little Pixiu and said, "Is this where the southern Xinjiang accent of your ancestors and grandchildren must come from?"

Mr. Feng nodded and sighed softly: "To be honest, my grandfather and grandson are indeed from southern Xinjiang. They were refugees and traveled all the way across mountains and rivers to the north, just to avoid being chased by their enemies."

Jiang Fan's eyes moved slightly, but he did not interrupt.

Mr. Feng said slowly: "Your Majesty, you should know that Southern Xinjiang is a mixture of hundreds of ethnic groups, and the most prosperous among them are undoubtedly the five ethnic groups of Miao, Kun, Li, He, and Gu.

Nine hundred years ago, when the Zhou Dynasty was unified, Emperor Taizu of Zhou sent a large army to southern Xinjiang. From then on, the Chinese took over and were the strongest. Under the Chinese ethnic group, there is the Miao ethnic group. The Miao people were the first to submit to the Zhou Dynasty and were given the surname Zheng. They were the actual rulers of southern Xinjiang for a time. They not only took charge of the navy in southern Xinjiang, but also took on the important task of shipping.

The remaining four major clans did not want to be controlled by the Zhou people, so they led the hundreds of clans to divide into three parts. One of them, headed by the Li clan, established the Demon Sect, which encompassed mountains within a million miles. Second, the Kun and He tribes established the Pheasant Yutang force headed by the Sikong family, which occupied 80% of the eighty-eight villages. Third, headed by the Gu clan, the Gu God Sect was established to monopolize the Twelve Dong forces. The few remaining tribes quietly hid in the Shiwan Mountains and never appeared again.

Over the course of hundreds of years, the Demon Sect established the Heavenly Demon Palace and its power remained at its peak. Pheasant Yutang was suppressed by the Xiang family, fell apart, and was worse than before. The Twelve Dongs have been hidden deep in the Shiwan Mountains and continue to this day.

However, the Zheng family, the strongest Miao ethnic group, was gradually replaced in power by the Xiang family from the Chinese ethnic group, under Zhou's deliberate prompting. However, the Zheng family, a thousand-year-old clan, is not so easily destroyed. So far, although most of the ruling rights have been lost, they are still in charge of the river and sea transportation in southern Xinjiang.

However, since the great turmoil fifty years ago, the Zheng family has been suppressed more and more severely. In addition to the Xiang family, the Li demon sect has also targeted the Zheng family for some reason. The Demon Palace repeatedly invaded, causing the Zheng family to become increasingly weak.

Under high pressure from the outside world, different voices emerged within the Zheng family. Some people advocated complete submission to the King of Chu and the continuation of the clan. Others believe that the Zheng family has been loyal to the Great Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years, but has been gradually seized of power. The Xiang family originally originated from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and their desire to destroy themselves is obvious. Instead of doing this, it is better to merge with the Demon Sect. As one, fight for hegemony in southern Xinjiang again.

Initially, it was just a war of words, but as the situation intensified, the dispute escalated dramatically. Eventually, the Zheng family was in civil strife. Six years ago, Zheng Hao, the head of the Zheng family who advocated surrender to the King of Chu, was plotted by his younger brother Zheng Lin and died of serious injuries. On his deathbed, he entrusted the secrets of the Zheng family to an old servant and died out of hatred. From then on, the Zheng family came under the rule of Zheng Lin. Zheng Lin, on the other hand, directly waved the flag and fell to the Demon Sect. "

Speaking of this, he seemed to be sighing, showing a deep sense of sadness.

Jiang Fan digested this information for a while and slowly said, "Why did Mr. Feng tell this to me?"

Old Feng looked at Jiang Fan with a complicated expression: "Your Highness... Can I trust you?"

Jiang Fan smiled faintly: "Old Feng has already spoken, where else can I choose?"

Old Feng was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "Your Highness has a keen eye, and I really have no choice... In this case, I will explain it to you in detail."

He looked at the little Pixiu with its mouth stuffed like a squirrel, and said lovingly: "Your Highness, do you know what the little Pixiu's name is?"

Jiang Fan said while picking up food for the little girl: "Although I don't know the name, the surname should be... Zheng . "

Mr. Feng's expression froze: "Your Highness... you finally guessed it."

Jiang Fan said: "It is rumored that Zheng Hao was killed for treason six years ago, and his wife Xie committed suicide. Only a pair of children were rescued by loyal subordinates and wandered around. If my guess is correct..."

He looked up at Mr. Feng: "You are the old servant I just mentioned, and this... is the little princess of the Zheng family, Zheng Siyi."

Mr. Feng suddenly stood up and bowed, saying sadly: "I am Feng Yuanshan, please save my young master!"

When he knelt, not only Jiang Fan was surprised, but also the little Pixiu was confused.

"Mr. Feng, please stand up quickly!" Jiang Fan said hurriedly.

"Your Highness, my young master has no way out. Please promise me that I will die for you——"