The lamp in his hand was held high.

Taiwei looked at the clearing.

The same rockery, the same wild grass, everything is not much different from what she remembers. That winter, he crouched there, looking her in the eye and talking to her...... She finally remembered.

It was one of the few fond memories between their father and daughter.

Every inch of detail seems to be worth savoring.

Taiwei carried the lamp and walked towards the rockery step by step.

In the dimness, the sound of her breathing became heavy little by little. One lap, two laps...... She carefully turned the land around.

Why did he leave her this sentence?

Is it just solace?

No way, they are not such father and daughter.

Not in the past, and not now.

Taiwei stood beside the rockery, panting for breath.

The icy air poured into the throat like a strong liquor.

She lowered her head, suddenly frozen. The cold wind blew, and the hair flew, and Tai Wei bent down sharply and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground.

Loose dirt slipped through the fingers and fell back to the ground like rain.

She was stunned, then fell to her knees and dug up the earth with her bare hands.

Sure enough, it was loose.

The soil on this land is fresher than what it looks around.

Even if it is compacted, it is still looser than the one on the side.

Taiwei used ten fingers together, digging desperately. The mud got into the cracks of her nails, dirty and painful, but she looked like an unconscious dummy, with a blank face and a cruel focus.

It's too slow!

The progress of digging with bare hands is too slow!

She finally stopped and grabbed the crowss glass lamp beside her.

With a "snap", the lights shattered and the fire went out, and the world went completely dark.

Taiwei fumbled and grabbed one of the largest pieces.

- You should find a shovel.

A voice spoke in her head.

But consciousness and flesh split her into two people at this moment.

The moonlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled coldly, and the dark world in front of Taiwei gradually revealed its original appearance.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems like a moment, and it seems like a thousand years have passed.

The action of digging too little paused.

Beneath the fingertips, is a hard piece of stuff.

Angular, boxy.

She dug up a box.

A box dug up from her memories by her father's instructions, mud and blood, but fluttering. What's in the box?

Taiwei didn't know.

She didn't even feel like she wanted to know.

But even so, she still took it into her arms with all her might.

She trembled and tried to get up from the ground. But the box in her arms was like a boulder pressing on her soul, making her unable to get up.

Reason slowly returned to the mind.

With one free hand, she sat down on the ground and swept the floating dirt back into the hole.

One handful or two, and finally filled.

Everything seems to be back to the way it was before.

Taiwei gritted her teeth, got up from the ground in an ugly posture, and stumbled back to Jixiangyuan. She didn't care if anyone saw her, or what these people were doing. All she knew was that after tonight, the world would be turned upside down, and her life would never return to what she had hoped for.

Taiwei returned the same way and entered the bedroom.

Light the lights and close the windows.

She placed the box gently on the bed.

It's dirty.

Dirty box.

She's dirty.

Taiwei reached out to the dirt left on the duster, but left a trail of blood. The epithelia of the finger belly was opened, and I don't know when it was cut.

Blood seeped out and coagulated on it.

Taiwei didn't feel the pain.

She bent down and grabbed the lock on the box. The most common style, opening it is not a matter of effort.

There was a "click", and the lock box was opened.

At the bottom of the box, a piece of parchment lay quietly.

A piece of paper that the national teacher wants to scratch his heart and lungs -

He was willing to trade anyone's life for this piece of paper, but all he got was a star map that no one could see.

The brightly lit National Teacher's Mansion did not bring him any inspiration.

He sat at his desk for half a night, but still failed to solve the mystery hidden in this picture. The ruined village had asked him to send someone to dig three feet into the ground and rummage through it, and he had to suspect that this star map might be the map he was looking for.

Jiao Xuan stared at the drawings under the lamp, and his eyes hurt until he saw it.

If so, he'll have to figure out how to crack it.

But no, not at all!

Jiao Xuan closed his eyes suddenly.

Where exactly did things start wrong?

He opened his eyes, grabbed the drawings, looked left and right, and suddenly raised his voice to call someone in. He had always thought that the map was hidden in that Zhuangzi, but what if it wasn't like that at all?

Jiao Xuan asked people to immediately find the layout plan of Buyezhuang.

"Be quick!"

His voice was like a bell, and his eyes were shining.

"It must be fast!"

His patience had run out.

But few people returned, but they were empty-handed.

Jiao Xuan's face sank in an instant.

The people who came knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness with their voices. I don't know if the layout plan was originally gone, or if it disappeared later, in short, there is no trace of it now, and most of it cannot be found.

Jiao Xuan stood up from the chair, looked at the night sky outside the door from afar, and gently spit out two words from his mouth-

"Killed. ”

Waste can only be used to bury flowers and fertilizer, and it does not deserve to live to gasp.

He strode towards the door, and since he couldn't find the picture, he went there himself and watched the people draw it!

But it was freezing outside the door, and the night was like ink, and when he reached the door, he was stopped.

Xue Huaijian stood under the night sky, and said calmly: "It's not appropriate for you to go out now." ”

Jiao Xuan's face did not change: "It doesn't matter. ”

The people of the Restoration Army have already lost a lot of damage for the sake of the map and Qi Yuanzhang, and it is absolutely impossible for them to assassinate him again tonight.

Jiao Xuan crossed his adopted son and continued to walk out.

The night fell behind him and merged with Xue Huaijian.

Under the darkness, a young handsome young man was no different from an old man with a wrinkled age.

A moment later, Jiao Xuan got into his huge carriage.

The wood was wrapped in iron and stone, and it was extremely heavy.

With such a car, ordinary weapons can't hurt him.

The horses that pull the carts are also tall and strong.

As soon as Jiao Xuanfang sat down, he was about to let people go, but before the words came out, the horse's hooves in front of him did not move, but he heard the sound of hurried hooves.

So the curtain was lifted, and he got out of the car again.

"What's going on?"

He looked at Xue Huaijian.

Xue Huaijian's face was gloomy: "Buyezhuang has gone to the water." ”

Jiao Xuan's breath stagnated.

If you don't get on fire in the morning and don't fire in the evening, it burns at this time.

"What's going on?" he asked, repeating himself.

Xue Huaijian suddenly felt interested, lowered his eyes and said: "I don't know when the fire started from the edge, but when I found it, the fire was already big." ”

Jiao Xuan seemed to have been drained of his spiritual qi by an invisible giant hand.

He leaned against the wall of the car and muttered, "Oh no...... Oops......"

The third map must have fallen into the hands of the Restoration Army.

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