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 Wangye Gege, so she didn't know the difference in status. She giggled and ate happily with Jiang Fan. She also said that she had made a lot of money now and wanted to treat him to wonton noodles on the street corner.

Jiang Fan agreed and said 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 even said that she would add two braised eggs for him. This was incredible. You must know that this little girl is nicknamed Little Pixiu, and she is obsessed with money. It would be extremely difficult for 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: "Your Majesty is as noble as a heavenly being. I, the humble people, dare not, dare not."

Jiang Fan laughed heartily: "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. Come on, 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 and 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." After the two drank two glasses of wine, Jiang Fan praised.

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

"The old man once asked someone to bring the message, and he 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, and 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 understand the meaning of the song, and he is really smart." www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

"Oh? So, this song is like crying and telling, 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 smiled and filled up the wine: "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 your ancestor's southern Xinjiang accent coming from here?"

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 pursued 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 mixed with hundreds of ethnic groups. The most prosperous among them are undoubtedly the Miao, Kun, Li, He, and Gu ethnic groups.

Nine hundred years ago, during the unification of the Zhou Dynasty, 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 were the Miao. The Miao were the first to submit to the Zhou and were given the surname Zheng.

He was once the actual ruler of Southern Xinjiang, not only in charge of the Southern Xinjiang Navy, but also responsible for shipping.

The remaining four major tribes did not want to be controlled by the Zhou people, so they led the hundreds of tribes to divide into three parts. One, headed by the Li tribe, established the Demon Sect force, sitting on the mountains with a radius of millions of miles. The other two were Yikun and He.

The clan headed the establishment of a division

The Pheasant Yutang forces headed by the Kong family accounted for 80% of the eighty-eight villages. The third group, led by the Gu tribe, established the Gu God Sect and monopolized the twelve Dong forces. The remaining few tribes were quietly hiding in Shiwanda Mountain

, no longer born.

During the hundreds of years of changes, the Demon Sect established the Heavenly Demon Palace, and its power is still at its peak. The Pheasant Yutang was suppressed by the Xiang family, fell apart, and was not as good as 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 by the Xiang family from the Chinese ethnic group under the deliberate prompting of the Zhou Dynasty. However, the Zheng family, a thousand-year-old family, is not so easy to be destroyed. So far, although most of the ruling rights have been lost,

But he still controls the river and sea transportation in southern Xinjiang.

However, since the great turmoil fifty years ago, the suppression of the Zheng family has become more and more serious. In addition to the Xiang family, the Li demon sect has also targeted the Zheng family for some reason. The Tianmo Palace has 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 believed that the Zheng family had been loyal to the Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years, but was gradually seized of power.

The family originally originated from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the desire to destroy myself is obvious. Instead of doing this, it is better to merge with the Demon Sect and fight for hegemony in the southern border again.

At first, it was just a dispute of words, but as the situation intensified, the dispute escalated sharply. Eventually, the Zheng family was in civil strife. Six years ago, Zheng Hao, the head of the Zheng family who advocated submission to the King of Chu, was plotted by his younger brother Zheng Lin and was seriously injured and died. 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. And Zheng Lin 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 and slowly said, "Why did Mr. Feng tell this to me?"

Mr. Feng looked at Jiang Fan with a complicated expression: "Your Majesty...can I trust your Majesty?"

Jiang Fan smiled faintly: "Mr. Feng has already spoken, so where is the choice?"

Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "Your Majesty is very discerning. I really have no choice... In this case, I will explain it to you in detail."

He looked at the little Pixiu whose mouth was as stuffed as a squirrel, and said lovingly: "My lord, do you know what the name of little Pixiu is?"

While Jiang Fan was serving the little girl some food, he said, "Although I don't know her name, my surname should be... Zheng."

Mr. Feng's expression condensed: "Your Majesty... I guessed it after all."

Jiang Fandao: "It is rumored that Zheng Hao was killed in rebellion six years ago, and his wife Xie hanged herself. Only a pair of children were rescued by loyal subordinates and are living in the world. If my guess is correct..."

He raised his head and looked 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 prostrated himself, saying sadly: "Old Feng Yuanshan, please save my young master!"

When he knelt down, not only Jiang Fan was surprised, but also little Pixiu didn't understand why.

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