This is the first time that the blind Wuzhu has laughed, or rather, this is the first time that the sixteen-year-old Fan Xian has seen his Wuzhu uncle smile, just at the moment when he mentioned his mother.

The blind man does not look old when he is exposed outside the black cloth, but he is always extremely cold, and he rarely shows an expression of emotion, and it is even more difficult to see descriptions such as horror, sadness, and sadness.

Not even more smiling.

So when he remembered the past when he and his young lady first arrived in Qingguo Kyoto, and pulled the corners of his lips upturned, he looked a little rusty and awkward. But even so, people who never seem to laugh occasionally show tenderness, but they are like a beautiful snow lotus suddenly blooming in the ice on the cliff that has not melted for thousands of years.

Incomparably gentle, incomparably beautiful.

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It was not easy to wake up from the trance, Wuzhu had already returned to normal, and replied lightly: "There are not many people who know that Miss is called Ye Qingmei, and those idle people next to her just call her Miss, but the name Ye Qingmei, even now, wants to come...... It is also famous in Kyoto. ”

"Really?" Fan Xian's eyes widened, he felt that Wuzhu's words were a little inconsistent, since there were not many people who knew that his mother's name was Ye Qingmei, why was the name Ye Qingmei quite famous? The reason why he thought like this was because he didn't know that on the stone plaque at the entrance of the Supervision Academy, there was a golden word, and that inscription.

"Tell me about my father. Fan Xian's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I only promised to talk about the young lady. ”

"Well, you're slippery, Wuzhu-san. ”

"Before you were born, I had a serious illness and forgot a lot of things. ”

Fan Xian covered his mouth and smiled: "Uncle is even more reliant than me...... Well, forget it, let's talk about something else...... I...... What does that mother look like?"

Wuzhu thought for a moment and said, "It's beautiful." ”

Although his voice did not mix too many complicated emotions, Fan Xian always thought that when he said these three words, Wuzhu seemed very sincere. He smiled and rubbed his hands slightly, and sighed, "It turned out to be a very beautiful girl." ”

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Although Wuzhu's level of storytelling is extremely low, from the simple words, Fan Xian can also feel how colorful the story of the woman itself should have been in Kyoto back then. He had a strong urge in his heart to go to Kyoto, and he must go to Kyoto.

Wuzhu made a gesture and motioned for Fan Xian to stand up and walk with him.

Fan Xian stood up with some curiosity, walked to the end of the room, and watched Wuzhu gently press on the stone wall a few times, and a slight sound suddenly came out of the wall, and then separated from it, revealing a secret room inside!

Fan Xian was surprised and followed Wuzhu in. There was nothing in the secret room, a thin layer of dust lay on the floor, and a box was placed in the corner very casually.

Because there is nothing to be seen in the secret room except for this chest, it is very conspicuous. It is a black leather case, about the length of an adult's arm, not very wide, so it looks relatively slender.

"No one knows, before Miss and I went to Kyoto, we stayed in Lanzhou for a while, and this box was left by Miss, I will help you keep it until now, and you will keep it yourself in the future. ”

Fan Xian's heart moved slightly, he stepped forward, brushed the dust off the black leather box with his hand, looked at the mouth of the box, and found that it was a brass-like lid that covered the lock.

He was very curious about what his mother had left for him, but after rummaging through it for a long time, he found that the lid could not be twisted, and the box could not be opened at all.

"No keys. Wuzhu saw that he was busy and reminded.

Fan Xian hung his head and said, "If you don't say it earlier, what's the use of giving me a box that can't be opened." ”

"Before I brought you to Shanzhou, because I needed to convince some people that you were dead, the key was left there. ”

Fan Xian thought that this kind of bridge was inevitably too old, raised his eyebrows, took out the slender dagger that he never left from the scabbard on the side of his calf, and aimed it at the top of the suitcase to see where it was easy to start.

"Don't try it, this box is a lot sturdier than you think. ”

I could hear that Uncle Wuzhu was very opposed to his violent opening, Fan Xian stopped his movements with a smile, took back the dagger, patted the box, shook his head and sighed: "Maybe there are hundreds of thousands of taels of silver tickets in it, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Then he lifted the box and tried the weight, and found that it was quite heavy, and his curiosity inevitably weighed a little more.

"Where's the key?"

"Kyoto. ”

Again, a very broad answer.

Wuzhu turned around and prepared to walk out of the secret room. Seeing that he didn't notice himself, Fan Xian, who was immortal in the thief's heart, rolled his eyes twice, his right elbow bent slightly, and his palm was imprinted directly above the box. This palm contains all his skills, full of domineering, and falling through the wind.

A muffled "bang" echoed in the secret room, stirring up dust in the sky and obscuring most of the light of the oil lamp.

Wuzhu's figure turned around coldly and looked at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was staring at his palm in a daze at this time, and there was no trace left on the black box except for a little dust.

It seems that if you want to open this mysterious box, you must go to Kyoto.

Fan Xian thought so silently, planning about when he would be able to leave Shanzhou, and his father, who wanted to come to Kyoto, should not always let him stay at the beach to "retire".

At this time, he didn't know that the person sent by Count Sinan to pick him up was already on the way.

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In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Fuji Zijing sat in the only tavern in the port of Tangzhou, wiping the sweat from his forehead and looking at one wall of the tavern.

The square wall is framed with a piece of paper with good materials, the paper is of good quality, and there are many words copied densely on it in small letters, and the handwriting is obviously from the hand of Pan Ling, a calligrapher of the Book Pavilion, and the style is elegant and spiritual, upright and pure.

If it were placed in Kyoto, a work of this size would have to sell for at least 300 taels of silver, and the port of Lanzhou was already remote, so it was not surprising that it was well framed and offered on the wall like an offering to the gods.

It's just that what is written on this is really not suitable for decorating the courtyard.

Because it's all a mess of news, yes, it's the legendary newspaper. There are only two newspapers in the entire port of Shanzhou, and the share of the parents' official is naturally placed in the official office, but the tavern owner got this one, but he quietly bought it at a high price from the subordinates of Earl Beppu.

Ordinary people can't see this new thing, so they think it's very magical, and it's a handwritten book by Lord Pan Ling, so after the tavern owner bought it, he hung it on the wall and regarded it as the treasure of his own town store.

It's just that he didn't know that this newspaper was stolen and sold by Young Master Fan of Beppu, and Young Master Fan had already sold more than 20 copies to wealthy merchants in the city, making a good profit.

And Fuji Zijing is about to go to meet this Young Master Fan.

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(A lot of people are tired today, so this chapter, anyway, yesterday was three chapters, alas, piecework is really troublesome.) Next week, I recommend it on Sanjiang, and I strive to update three chapters a day, and I will make a small explosion...... When the time comes, you will support and vote more, bow and step down. ）