Chapter 101 101 Fainted with Angry
The prosperity of Lingzhou made Zhuo Zhengchu lose his mind for a moment. He and the people who came to discuss things with him stood in the state government office in a daze.
Because they had just been scolded by the people.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? You don't even know to keep to the right. That bullock cart almost hit you."
"That's right, you're not very smart. You don't even know how to read the license plate. If you get hurt, who will be held responsible?"
The people were still chattering, "What are you looking at? We are doing this for your own good."
"That's right, you're not a local, are you? You're so ungrateful."
The military advisor's apprentice was so frightened that cold sweats streamed down his face, fearing his lord would uncontrollably draw his sword and splatter blood all over his body. He quickly nodded and bowed, then whispered to Zhuo Zhengchu, "My lord, you must not reveal your true identity. Calm down!"
Zhuo Zhengchu took a deep breath. He had been in power for many years now. How could he bear being scolded in public by an ordinary citizen?
Finally, people from the provincial government came to greet them and asked them why they came a day early, as the fastest they could arrive would be tomorrow.
The military advisor gave an awkward smile. How could he say his lord was simply impatient to move on? "Ah... this route is smoother, smoother."
The cows were almost exhausted to death.
The people in the provincial government office were busy registering their names one by one before they planned to give them a place to live.
The military advisor's apprentice knew what Zhuo Zhengchu was most concerned about, so he tentatively asked, "Would it be possible for us to meet the county lady as a token of our respect?"
The yamen runners waved their hands, saying that the county lady was too busy to receive him for such a small matter, and that the Minister of Commerce would have to come to discuss matters tomorrow.
Zhuo Zhengchu's face darkened slightly.
The military advisor's apprentice immediately pulled him away and said, "Don't worry, my lord. Let's find another opportunity."
Arriving at the so-called inn, the check-in procedures were incredibly cumbersome, requiring documents from the provincial government and identification. The smiling but resolute woman at the front desk examined the room number for a long time before handing it to the young apprentice. "Foreign guests, your room is on the second floor. Please."
Zhuo Zhengchu was lost in thought until he was already in the room. He only came back to his senses when he sat on the bed. All the fatigue from the journey in the past few days turned into a trance.
For some reason, the closer he got to Lingzhou, the more uneasy he felt.
Because he had to rush on the road, he had not slept well these past few days. Zhuo Zhengchu was about to take off his shoes when he accidentally saw a thin booklet dropped under the bed.
There were a few big words written on the cover: "The Years I Was Long Aotian"
Zhuo Zhengchu scoffed, "What the hell, what does Long Aotian mean?"
Although he said he was disgusted, he still picked it up with an upright body and opened the first page.
But as soon as he opened the first page, he was deeply attracted and found resonance.
Because in the first chapter, Long Aotian's entire family died.
This is so similar to his experience!
Zhuo Zhengchu couldn't help but think back to the time when his entire family was ransacked and beheaded, and the hatred in his heart surged up again.
He must make the royal family pay the price!
Zhuo Zhengchu viciously opened the second chapter. Long Aotian's entire family had died inexplicably, leaving him furious, desperate, and desperate. He was determined to find his enemy, and so he embarked on the path of cultivation.
Zhuo Zhengchu was watching with great interest when there was a sudden knock on the door.
The military advisor's apprentice outside the door said in a very low voice, "Sir, are you asleep?"
The young apprentice was very helpless. Just now, the lady at the front desk received a complaint from the previous guest, saying that he had dropped a booklet in the room.
The previous guest was named Luo Jiu, a fan of storytelling novels.
He had been to Lingzhou several times and found life here very comfortable and conducive to his storytelling, no, here it is called a novel. So Luo Jiu stayed in this room for a few days, and he felt that inspiration was constantly emerging.
Especially the three words "Long Aotian" are simply a perfect choice.
Zhuo Zhengchu opened the door with the booklet in his hand.
Luo Jiuyi wanted to snatch it away, "This is my novel!"
Thinking of the purpose of this trip and that nothing could happen, he could only suppress the impulse. Here, he couldn't even protect a broken book!
He almost gritted his teeth and handed the booklet over very slowly and reluctantly, his eyes staring at Luo Jiu's hand as if he was cutting flesh.
Luo Jiu tucked the booklet into his arms like a treasure, muttering, "Luckily I found it."
The book is gone, but who is Long Aotian's enemy? Is it the sanctimonious senior brother? Or the vicious junior sister?
Question marks were swirling wildly in his mind, disturbing him and making him restless. His mind was full of blood feud and the shadow of Long Aotian, and he managed to survive until dawn.
On the day of the negotiations, Zhuo Zhengchu, who hadn't slept all night, sat at the bottom with dark circles under his eyes, forcing himself to stay awake. Fatigue washed over him like a tide, making his temples throb.
The military advisor's apprentice noticed that he looked unwell, and his dark circles were frighteningly dark.
"My Lord, you are sleepy. Just close your eyes and rest for a while. We will take care of the negotiation site."
Zhuo Zhengchu nodded.
Just after I closed my eyes for a while, I heard many footsteps and the voices of men and women.
But this voice seems familiar.
Is it his illusion?
Why does it sound so much like Miaomiao’s voice?
Zhuo Zhengchu opened his eyes in confusion, and saw a girl standing sideways to him, speaking to one of his officials in a very polite tone.
Zhuo Zhengchu's eyes almost popped out.
If this isn't Mo Jinglian, then who else could it be?!
Then his gaze moved to the side, and he saw a tall man looking at Mo Jinglian quietly, with deep affection in his eyes almost overflowing.
There was no way he would forget that face.
If that isn’t his former good brother and general Yin Sheng, then who else could it be?
Zhuo Zhengchu once thought it was an illusion caused by lack of sleep. He tried closing his eyes and opening them again, but the scene in front of him remained unchanged.
So, everything was just a coincidence now. Mo Jinglian and Yin Sheng both came to Xihe Road, and Yin Sheng even fell in love with Mo Jinglian? Zhuo Zhengchu absolutely didn't believe it!
Zhuo Zhengchu really couldn't accept that his former good brother fell in love with his first wife!
Why did it have to be these two people, the ones he had been trying to find countless times since his memories awakened?!
Before Zhuo Zhengchu could catch his breath, he saw a very beautiful woman standing beside him, holding a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil, seemingly writing something.
When he saw Zhong Shu's face clearly, Zhuo Zhengchu felt a surge of rage at being fooled and humiliation that he could no longer suppress, and it suddenly rushed up his throat.
This was the girl he had sent people to look for. Among all the confidantes he had met in his previous life, she was the most talented in writing.
Why here too?
What on earth is this Xihe Road? Who on earth is Lin Si?!
Zhuo Zhengchu's body shook violently. He gripped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, trying to support his shaky body, but he felt dizzy and his eyes went dark, and he passed out.
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