The blind man sat heavily on the sofa, and his big round face, which was originally red with excitement, instantly turned pale. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Mu Sanye is not famous, he is a man of the wind in the French Concession, not only the Chinese buy it, even the French will smile when they see him, it can be regarded as black and white, in Huangpu hands and eyes to the sky, since this photo is his goddaughter, it proves that the owner of this wallet is likely to be related to Mu Sanye, if it annoys Mu Sanye, I am afraid that he will dig the entire concession to find out the thief.

"You mean...... Mu Sanshou ...... "The blind man's voice trembled a little.

Luo Lie nodded.

"How do you know it? Just by a photo?" the blind man immediately thought that Luo Lie was probably playing a prank, deliberately intimidating himself, which was also the kid's usual method.

Luo Lie grabbed the Pujiang Daily on the table and threw it at him: "Open your little eyes and take a closer look, the newspapers of the last week, the front page and headlines are all articles by Mu Sanye praising Ye Qinghong, most of them are accompanied by photos, unless they are blind, who will not recognize them?"

The blind man cried with a sad face, picked up the newspaper on the ground, and saw the photo on the front page at a glance, Ye Qinghong on the newspaper was beautiful and enchanting, Chu Chu was moving, more charming and charming than the photo, but the blind man didn't dare to think about it.

Luo Lie said: "But you don't have to be afraid, you don't have much money in your wallet, and there are nothing important, such a trivial matter shouldn't alarm Mu Sanye." He patted the blind man's broad shoulder: "Don't worry, it will be calm after hiding for two days." ”

The blind man's expression was not calmed by Luo Lie's comfort, but became more and more frightened.

Luo Lie's superhuman insight immediately discovered the problem, and he frowned: "What's the matter?

The blind man shook his head firmly, but his twinkling eyes could not deceive anyone.

Luo Lie got up and walked over to him, grabbing him by the collar. The hand feels a little hard, tear open the blind man's collar, hold the red rope, and pull out a golden pendant, it is not uncommon to use gold as a pendant, the most common is all kinds of talisman Buddha and zodiac, this kind of object in front of Luo Hunt has never been seen, five centimeters long, the bottom is as thick as a thumb, and then the spiral shrinks forward, the top narrows to a point, it looks like a spear tip, the spiral spear tip, carefully identify the curve of the spiral, and there is a sesame size text engraved on the top, because the text is too small, and Luo Hunt's eyesight is not clear。 He spread out his big hand and motioned for the blind man to hand him the pendant.

The blind man didn't dare to disobey him, but he was a little unwilling, and muttered: "Like, you are actually interested." Untied the pendant and stuffed it heavily into Luo Lie's palm. Luo Lie weighed it in his hand, this pendant weighed about two taels, no wonder the blind man was so reluctant.

Open the drawer, take out the magnifying glass, put the pendant under the magnifying glass, the text on it can be recognized by magnifying it is Manchu, Luo Lie has some research on Manchu, and soon saw that this is a passage from the Tao Te Ching - the good is like water, the water is good for all things without fighting, this is the virtue of humility; The world is not weaker than water, and the strong can win, this is the soft virtue, so the soft is stronger than the strong, the weak is stronger than the strong. Because it does not exist, it can enter into nothingness, so that we can know the teaching of unspoken words, and the benefit of non-action.

In addition to writing this text in Manchu, there is nothing else unusual, but Luo Lie still sees some clues from the arrangement and distribution of the text, on the spiral body, in addition to the text, there are potholes of different sizes, Luo Lie will reverse the bottom, and there is a small seal engraved on the bottom, Prince Rui's seal, Luo Lie secretly took a breath of cold air, Prince Rui, could it be Prince Rui Yixun who was assassinated at sea on the way back from a trip to the United States seven years ago? Needless to ask, the owner of this pendant has something to do with the Manchu royal family, although it has now changed the dynasty, but the Manchu legacy forces are still intertwined, and the blind man undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble.

The blind man came up curiously, and in his eyes it was just a lump of yellow cancan: "What is written on it?"

Luo Lie said: "!"

"Give it to me, don't get your hands dirty!"

Luo Lie narrowed his eyes and said, "Blind, you honestly explain clearly, where did this thing come from?"

The blind man pursed his lips: "A white and chubby profiteer!"

Luo Lie twisted the pendant and threw it into the air, then held it lightly, and said in a low voice: "You may be in trouble." ”

The blind man forced a calm smile and said, "Don't be afraid, it's a big deal to melt this thing and turn it into a gold ingot." ”

Luo Lie sneered: "Your eyes are ornaments, this is simply the key, Prince Rui advocated reform at the beginning, got the queen mother's weight, allocated him a lot of silver, soon after the assassination, but was suddenly reported for corruption, the queen mother personally ordered to raid the prince's mansion, the entire palace was searched to the bottom, and in the end not much silver was found, and Prince Rui was buried in his secret vault before his death. ”

The blind man's mouth opened wide: "You mean this thing may be the key to Prince Rui's secret vault." The small eyes could no longer hide their greedy gaze.

"God knows?"

The blind man held Luo Lie's arm with some excitement: "Brother, doesn't that mean that as long as we find Prince Rui's secret vault, we can eat and drink without worrying about eating and drinking in this life?"

Luo Lie's deep gaze stared at his excited red fat face: "Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant, you may be exposed." ”

The blind man swallowed: "I'm dressed up in disguise, no one knows me! Brother, we're ...... developed."

Luo Zhen put his index finger in front of his lips and pouted, and footsteps sounded from far and near outside, and he heard someone knocking lightly on the door outside the door: "Pastor Luo, your letter!"

Luo Lie didn't speak, after all, the blind man was still in the room, and it didn't take long to see a yellow brown paper envelope stuffed in through the crack under the door, and after the postman left, Luo Lie walked over and picked up the letter, and looked at the address on it from Manchurian Mukden, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, he didn't seem to have any relatives and friends in Mukden.

Mu Sanshou's daily life is very regular, get up early in the morning and take his beloved thrush for a walk in Pujiang, at half past eight o'clock he usually goes to Chunxi Teahouse for morning tea, the old man looks majestic but treats kindly, whether it is a dignitary or a pawn of a peddler, he will smile, but no one in the French Concession will question his strength, let alone dare to challenge his authority, even if it is a high-ranking French consul in the face of him, he must respectfully call him a third master, not to mention those fierce and ruthless characters who run the rivers and lakes。

During this period, the teahouse will always leave the best position by the window of the river, the rosewood table is polished brightly, there is only one carved Taishi chair of the same wood, sitting east and facing west, the window on the left hand side is the flowing Pujiang River, Mu Sanye hangs the birdcage on the rosewood carved frame on the side, listens to the pleasant chirping of the thrush, looks at the large and small ships shuttling back and forth in the Pujiang River, tastes the best frozen top oolong tea, tastes the various refreshments carefully made by the chef, transcendent and contented.

At this time, few people dared to come over and disturb Mu Sanye's purity.

There are very few times when people can really get pure in their lives, especially for a person in the rivers and lakes, who can truly understand the pain of others. Mu Sanshou's eyes fell on the fluttering flag of the Jiangxin boat, colorful, and beautiful, but it hurt in his eyes and in his heart, and sometimes, he would rather be floating in front of him is still the Daqing Dragon Flag that has been abandoned by the times.

"Third Master!" A shrill and cautious voice sounded in his ears, Mu Sanshou frowned, no matter who came, he didn't like to be disturbed at this time.

Mu Sanshou didn't speak, he didn't even look at the person next to him, he took out dry tobacco from his waist, and the cigarette holder of Hetian mutton fat jade was taken from the first-class Hetian seed material, which was warm and moist, delicate as fat, and there was a yellow seed skin just where it touched the lips. Brass smoke pot, with two dragons surrounded by carvings, exquisite carving, from the famous craftsman Zhou Mengqi of the Qing Dynasty. Xiao Nan's bamboo cigarette sticks have been buttery and shiny because of perennial play, and the purple-red pulp actually presents a texture similar to that of red jade. The cigarette stick of Nanzhu is as thick as a thumb engraved with a full set of Diamond Sutra, which is the handwriting of Xun Baoshi, the first person of Gusu micro-carving, the above two have passed away, and the natural value of their works has doubled, even the brocade tobacco pouch used to hold tobacco leaves is also the work of Gusu's top embroiderer.

Mu Sanshou unhurriedly filled the tobacco pot with tobacco, and the middle-aged fat man with a melon skin hat on the side came up, sneered at the fire, skillfully lit the tobacco for Mu Sanshou, and then bowed down extremely respectfully, with a smile on his face and a flattering face.

Mu Sanshou took a hard sip, the cigarette became red and bright, and then a large amount of white smoke gushed out of his mouth and nose, the smoke made the contours of his resolute face a little blurred, and his deep eyes made people more and more unpredictable.

The middle-aged man on the side finally couldn't help the strong smell of smoke, twisted his white and chubby face to the side, Orchid fingers twisted his handkerchief to cover his mouth and coughed quietly, and his shoulders shook and trembled, looking like a wronged little girl.

Mu Sanshou's brows stretched out as the smoke spread, and he slowly spit out a word: "Speak!"

The white fat man's eyes were a little red from the smoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, quickly patted his chest with his left hand, and pinched out a very aggrieved face: "Third master, you have to be the master of the slaves." ”

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