Huan Zicheng was looking at the news that came, with his usual indifferent expression on his face, and after reading it, he handed one of the notes to the dumb slave.

The dumb slave took the note and glanced at it, and a sudden surprise appeared on his face.

He stared at the note several times, Fang raised his head and looked at Huan Zicheng in disbelief: "This matter...... Can you be sure?"

Huan Zicheng nodded lightly: "I have long suspected it, but now that the news from the green ghost has come, it can be confirmed." At this point, he said no more, but took out a pen and paper from under the partition.

The dumb slave immediately knew what he was going to do, so he stepped forward to sharpen the ink for him, Huan Zicheng took the pen and dipped the ink, picked out a piece of white cocoon paper, wrote a few words on it, and pushed it in front of the dumb slave.

The dumb slave lowered his eyes, and his eyes showed more surprise, and he raised his head and asked, "Has Lang Jun already laid his back hand?"

In the depths of Huan Zicheng's cold eyes, a trace of ridicule crossed it: "In the eyes of others, my Huan clan is already so unbearable, almost like a market, any cat and dog can enter and exit." If I don't have a follow-up move, won't I be ashamed of my adversary?"

When he said this, there was a rare emotion in his tone, which was a kind of composure and determination, and a little vague pride.

The dumb slave was stunned for a while, then he sighed, his face darkened, and whispered, "Madam...... It was a great joy. ”

"It's just empty joy, it's not worth mentioning. Huan Zicheng said, his voice became extremely cold, as if what he was talking about at this time was not his biological mother, but a stranger, "If this matter continues, I am afraid that my mother will not have a chance to rejoice in the future, and my Huan clan will not be able to escape the disaster of destruction." ”

The dumb slave raised his head in horror, and after being stunned for a moment, he finally lost his emotions and said solemnly: "The lord is right, my woman is kind." ”

"It's okay, it's just human nature. Huan Zicheng said, without a little blame or complaint on his face.

How could he blame others?

He is a monster who has died once and then come back to life, and there is only one person in this world who can resonate with him.

Shaking his head gently, shaking off these meaningless thoughts, Huan Zicheng looked at the dumb slave and said, "What I asked the dumb uncle to collect, is it still there?"

Hearing this, the dumb slave's expression suddenly became extremely complicated, and after a moment of silence, he took out a flat brocade box from his bosom and handed it to him.

Huan Zicheng took the brocade box and opened the lid, but saw a page of folded paper there, the color of the paper was already yellow, it looked thin and brittle, and it was a few years old at a glance.

"It's good, it's very old. He nodded in satisfaction, and did not move, still staring at the old paper.

Although it is folded, because the page is thin and brittle, the page is a little transparent, and you can vaguely see that there is a picture painted behind the page, in which the girl has a delicate face, next to her is a scorching peach blossom, and there is a strange color of the blue seal next to it.

The dumb slave whispered, "This is brewed by Xiao Ning himself." He'd always liked it, and by his own terms, it was true. ”

Huan Zicheng nodded slightly, the corners of his lips moved, and there was a feeling of emotion on his face: "In front of the dumb uncle, Ning Zong has also become Xiao Ning." ”

The dumb slave smiled innocently: "He is several generations shorter than me, so he is naturally Xiao Ning." ”

At that moment, the tone of his voice was too plain to believe, the Xiao Ning he was talking about was Ning Zong, one of the eight great masters of the Huan clan.

"Uncle Dumb is mighty. Huan Zicheng seemed to be in a good mood, and actually made a joke, even though he covered the brocade box, he still returned it to the dumb slave, and said self-deprecatingly: "It's safer to keep it there than me." Good life collection, I have a great use. ”

The dumb slave solemnly replied yes, and put the brocade box away again.

Huan Zicheng stared at the white cocoon paper, his face turned cold again, and asked, "It's urgent, but I forgot to ask, is there a whereabouts of the Fire Phoenix Seal?"

"Eyebrows have been found. The dumb slave whispered, picked up the pen beside him, soaked it in thick ink, and wrote a few words in the blank space of the cocoon paper.

Huan Zicheng's gaze moved slowly with his pen, the expression on his face was very calm, and when the dumb slave finished writing, he bowed his head slightly: "As I expected, my move can be regarded as correct." ”

The dumb slave was also full of emotion, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the fire phoenix seal would be involved in these things, if it weren't for the lord to send someone to Zhao State, I'm afraid we won't be able to find out this news." ”

Huan Zicheng sat expressionlessly against the window, as if he was in a trance, and after a long time, Fang said softly: "I still have some doubts about this matter, and it lies in my father." He turned his head to look at the dumb slave, with a rare suspicion on his face: "Father should know about this matter, but why did he ......?"

Why did he never say a word in his previous life, until he was about to be executed, he was silent?

Why?

How much does Huan Daofei know about the Fire Phoenix Seal and the former owner of the Fire Phoenix Seal, and why did he hide it until he died?

The sunlight spread out of the window and fell on Huan Zicheng's face, his eyes changing in light and shadow, elusive.

At this time, the dumb slave opened his mouth again, but his voice was a little worried: "What is the situation in Dadu?"

If Huan Ziyu's purpose was to slow them down, then he might have acted accordingly in Dadu, so the dumb slave would ask like this.

Huan Zicheng sighed, handed him another note, and said indifferently: "It's not a big deal, my father is seeking a plan for the fourth brother's promotion, and the purple ghost has sent some news from the palace." The rest is just a chore. ”

The dumb slave took the note, but he didn't read it for a while, but asked with some surprise: "Ah Zi is back?"

Huan Zicheng nodded indifferently: "I'm back early." She is now in the palace. ”

The dumb slave didn't look surprised, and after a "hmm" sound, he lowered his eyes and looked at the note, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "There is really nothing big in the capital, so I am relieved." After a pause, he frowned and said, "How could Ah Zi even report the matter of the victory? ”

Hearing this, Huan Zicheng's face quickly crossed a trace of emotion, but his voice was still cold: "All things in the palace can also affect the court, and when I have time, I will inform the dumb uncle of the details." ”

The dumb slave was stunned when he heard this, his face suddenly became solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "The lord sent Ah Zi to sneak into the imperial city, but is there something wrong?"

Huan Zicheng didn't deny it, and nodded calmly: "There is indeed something, and it is still a big deal." After a pause, he took up his pen and wrote a few words on the white cocoon paper, and handed them to the dumb slave.