Female Prime Minister, I seem to have heard of such a number one person in my impression...... I thought about it, and I was sure I hadn't heard it in history class. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ziche narrated like this, just like the storyteller in the teahouse in the past, and I was like a listener sitting down drinking tea and eating melon seeds, although time and space have been converted to modern times, but the things he said still made me very engrossed, and I forgot to drink the tea, I became a child who was anxious to know the end of the story, and I wanted to interrupt several times on the way, but I endured it.

There are a lot of questions in my stomach, especially curious about the flame paper, it turned out to be in ancient times, I don't know what ingredients are in it? I've watched a few magic shows before, and magicians have also used similar paper to create stage effects, so I have always felt that those things are the products of modern science, or they would be Harry Potter. Magic that appears and the like. If you want to make a car now, will he make it? And since Lijingmen is directly under the emperor, why do you need to go undercover? What about the undercover Jiang Qi and Liu Xunfeng? , and the soul transfer technique...... Wait, so many questions.

I finally couldn't help it, and asked all the questions in my heart, otherwise if I continued like this, I would only not understand, and the more I listened, the more panicked I became.

Ziche drank his Coke in one hand, and listened quietly to my endless questions. I don't know if he was so calm out of politeness, or if he didn't understand what I was asking again.

He raised his head and took the last sip, "Shangguan Wan'er and Empress Wu were originally incompatible, even if Shangguan was already one person above ten thousand people, he had to look up to people, and it was very common for Shangguan to have people in Lijingmen." He sighed and said, "Although Jiang Ji hasn't seen anyone else since that day, he didn't have a good time before."

"Did you see him?" I whispered.

Ziche spread his hands, and his tone was natural, "Uh-huh, you've seen it too, haven't you?"

"I've seen it?" When? Damn, why don't I remember myself?

I tilted my head to look at Ziche and tried to force him to give me an answer, but his eyes innocently rolled up and down to deliberately dodge my question.

As a last resort, I had to open my mind anew, looking for what I remembered, "Ah! The waist of Nuwa Cave! Is that him?"

I was reminded of the imprint on their waists, except for Feng Xin and Ziche. No wonder when I buried them, these two uncles waited and watched, and they didn't even want to use their feet to pull the meaning of the soil, it turned out that there was still this relationship.

I asked, "No, aren't there two of them?" Could it be that the other one is Liu Xunfeng?"

Ziche shook his head and replied affirmatively, "Impossible, the other is a woman's bones, even if it is not a woman, it should be a short man, in short, it does not match Liu Xunfeng's height."

"Woman...... Are you considering coming to modern life? Going to a medical school or becoming an extreme sports coach is very promising for anything, I think." I really recommend it.

The flight attendants came to collect the lunch boxes with their signboards and smiles, and there was another noise in the cabin. There are more people who eat and drink enough to go to the toilet naturally, and they have taken off their headphones and started to shuttle back and forth in the aisle.

I noticed that he wasn't used to talking when people were walking around, and even when he was in the restaurant, he would pause slightly when the waiter was a little closer to us or when there were customers coming in and out.

Even if those people don't care what we say.

And the screen version on the plane also shows that in more than half an hour, we are about to arrive at the destination, the car didn't say much, and I didn't ask, so I had to sneak a few glances at him with my spare eyes, only to see him take out his mobile phone and start typing, both hands left and right bows, two female fingers on the screen to point fast. Although I have long known that he can use both hands freely, I still admire him.

The lights in the cabin were dimmed, the captain began to broadcast, and the blue light of the mobile phone hit the face of the sub-car with a subtle feeling.

I drank the cup of warm green tea in my hand, and there was some tea sediment at the bottom of the cup, and my tongue was slag after drinking. Ziche is still typing, because of boredom, involuntarily eavesdropping on other people's speech, in fact, I don't particularly want to eavesdrop, but the language that I listen to will automatically reach the ear, which can't be controlled.

Sitting in the back row of us was an old Japanese couple, talking about their daughter who married in Hong Kong half a year ago, discussing with each other where to go during the five-day and four-night journey, and how to change the direct flight on the return trip. As I listened to the old couple chatting, I looked out the window, and in addition to the gray clouds, I could already faintly see a little bit of modern prosperity.

Some fantasies appeared in my mind, and I thought of a favorite Japanese mystery manga, and the content of one of them was also related to the complex of eating mermaid meat to live forever, and I began to recall some of the plots of that story......

「...... Sub-car ......"

"Huh?"

I was staring out the window, he was staring at his phone, and his eyes didn't make eye contact.

"I'm thinking...... Feng Xin's speculation may be correct." I leaned forward, rested my elbows on my knees and rested my chin on my lips, thinking as I spoke.

"How?" He replied to me, but his hand didn't stop, and he could still hear his fingers tapping on the screen.

"Do you know Japanese?" I asked.

He hesitated, "Japanese?"

"The language of Japan." I suddenly remembered that Japan was not called Japan before, and immediately explained, "A foreign language."

"Japan...... Oh, no. What's wrong?" Ziche replied as if he knew and as if he didn't know, his eyes still glued to his phone.

"I remember that there is a word called nagaiki in Japanese, which also only means immortality, but translated into Chinese, it directly speaks of longevity, to be honest, if you think about it, this word does not cover the meaning of immortality, so I think Feng Xin's guess may be correct." I put my thoughts out there without reservation.

The sound of keys in the rear suddenly stopped, and I looked back at him.

At this time, the lady spoke fluent Chinese and asked us to fasten the seat belt upright, and the plane was about to land.

Ziche looked at me and put his phone in front of me, "We have a deep understanding of this later."

I took a look, it turned out that his mobile phone typed on it and wrote the follow-up content of what he just said, first look at it is a few lines and feel strange, it is good to use what you say, and typing. But at the end, I only felt a dull pain in my stomach.

It's not that Ziche doesn't want to talk about it...... It's that he can't say it. At least that's what I think...... I erased the paragraph he wrote myself and returned the phone to him.

I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and adjusted my breathing. The reason why people need to eat is for the needs of living, but the reason why people live is not just for eating.

To live is for an attachment.

Me and Ziche are both.