Hastily said hello to Zhang Hua and the others, and Yu Jian ran out of the hotel with the codex. She was desperate to solve the mystery.

"Huh? What's wrong with this girl? Don't want any red envelopes? Zhang Hua pinched a thick red see seal personally given by Zhou Yuanzhou, which was a little strange.

The second child despised him next to him: "Do you think everyone is like you, falling in the eyes of money......"

"If you don't make money and drink the northwest wind, we still have to feed so many little apprentices!" Zhang Hua glanced at him and said.

Although there are many rules in the Manchu and Han dynasties, the legacy of the ancestors: those who come out of the school must be fed. Zhang Hua and the others are used to it, and half of the money they earn is subsidized to buy ingredients for their disciples who have not yet left the school.

The taxi wandered through the streets and alleys of the capital, and soon, it arrived at the mouth of the alley.

The Sifang Xiaoben in his arms emitted a scorching heat, which made Yu Jian's hands tighten again. There was silence in the small courtyard, Yu Yuan followed him to the restaurant today, and Grandma Yu ...... This should be a nap.

Yu Jian looked at the slightly yellowed but well-preserved old booklet in front of her, and suddenly her throat moved, and her fingers groped for the blank cover for a long time, and then slowly opened the first page.

"The Qing Palace has been in great difficulty, and by the grace of God, today I can find a way out. At...... Chang'an Gate stopped, and thought in my heart......"

Yu Jian looked at the familiar handwriting, sadness poured into her heart, and tears poured out in an instant.

This handwriting.

It's really her master's.

She was originally curious about how the paper on her desk could appear in modern times, and the origin of her master Zhong Wen was completely recorded.

Now, all of this seems to be clear in front of my eyes.

Yu Qiming is her master Zhong Wen.

It's just that there is one more thing she doesn't understand, master, how can she live so long. From the Tang Dynasty to modern times, at an interval of thousands of years, he found the secret art of immortality...... Still is......

Having the same experience as her?

She pondered page by page. But Yu Qiming's diary codex came to an abrupt end one day.

Yu Jianding looked at the date on it: Gu Yu.

Gu Yu this day...... What happened?!

After reading it several times in a row, there were still no clues, and Yu Jian closed the book gloomily, indifferent.

"Ajan?" There was a knock on the door, and Grandma Yu called her outside, "You kid, don't say a word when you come back, it's almost evening, I'll cook for you?" ”

Outside the window, it was already dark, and in the dimly lit room, only a table lamp gave a dim glow, which made her face flicker and brighter.

It's almost six o'clock.

Yu Jian woke up suddenly, hurriedly pushed away the chair and stood up, and shouted outside: "Grandma, don't move, I'll come." The arm inadvertently grabbed the booklet, and as she got up, the "bang" fell on the hand.

She hurriedly picked it up and brushed off the dust on the surface distressedly, but inadvertently, she touched a small ...... on the back cover Dark lines.

Settled, and touched his fingertips again.

This is the hiding place of MeSign.

After comparison, the back cover is indeed a little thicker than the cover. The two thick pages of paper that seem to others to be indistinguishable have hidden mysteries.

She hurriedly used a paper cutter to carefully open the joint, and a thin piece of rice paper folded in pairs floated down. Under the light, a plum blossom is reflected in the lower corner.

She closed her eyes instantly, hiding her moist eyes.

"Wu'er Yuanxi: I don't know if you can see the last letter from your father. It's ridiculous to say, I was born in the Tang Dynasty, but I don't want to be reborn in the next life. Thinking about it, I am afraid that the blessing dish that my father asked for from the host of Baohua Temple back then played a role. The master once said that death may not be gone. At the time, I scoffed, but I didn't want to really respond to the word chance. In my father's life, the most regrettable thing is that I can't recognize you and drag you into the troubled waters of the royal family. The Yu family is full of loyalty, and it was destroyed in my hands after all......"

Tears, drop by drop, fell on the paper, blurring through the layers of ink, and lost my eyes.

Yu Jian's hand trembled, and she continued to look down.

"However, your brother went south to avoid trouble, and eventually became a vein of his own. When I woke up, it was just in the time of the valley rain. Yu Qiming was persecuted and drowned in the lake, never thinking that I could replace him. Datang is gone, but the dispute is not broken. As a father all his life, the wind and rain have drifted, but he has been looking for you, but he doesn't know where you were born and who you have become......"

It turned out that the master never gave up on her.

Tears poured down like a curtain of rain, and Yu Jian couldn't cry.

Finally, it was Yu Qiming's last words: "It will be Gu Yu again in a blink of an eye." I feel a call from heaven, and I am afraid it will not be long. Leave this unique pen in the codex, hoping that one day, my son Yuanxi can see it...... Yu's will not die. ”

……

Yu Yuan approached his sister with some caution and poked her in the back.

There was no movement.

My sister has been in this position for a long time.

The water in the pot is coming out.

He bit his fingers and shouted, "Sister, the water is boiling!" ”

"Uh-oh." Yu Jian hurriedly came back to her senses and covered the hot pot lid with her bare hands......

"Shhh Sure enough, it was scalded hard.

Yu Yuan hurriedly tiptoed to turn on the faucet: "Quick, quickly flush it with cold water!" "What the hell is wrong with my sister? How can you be so absent-minded -

Yu Jian shook her head, suppressed the loss and sadness in her heart, and smiled apologetically at Yu Yuan: "Sister is distracted, I'm sorry." ”

Yu Yuan was very serious: "It's my sister, you're hot, I'm sorry for me!" After speaking, he looked at her red palms with a cold face and pursed his lips.

blame yourself for being too young, otherwise you can cook by yourself, and you don't need your sister to do it. My sister must have been too tired lately and didn't have time to rest, so she was in a hurry.

When the heat subsided slightly, Yu Jian wiped his hands dry, although there was still a hint of pink, but it was not as terrifying as the scarlet at the beginning. Shallow patted his brother's head and pushed him out of the kitchen: "You go outside and wait, it will be fine soon." ”

Yu Yuan stiffened his body and refused to leave, stubbornly raised his face to look at him: "I'm not leaving!" I'm here with you. ”

He had to look at his sister, maybe there would be another moth......

Yu Jian couldn't resist him, so he could only let him stand farther away, so as not to be splashed by the oil core. Sighing slightly, she slowly sliced the waist flower piece with a flower knife into the oil pot.

The onion is the base, the loin is flowered, drizzled with hot wine and sprinkled with salt. These actions that she has been doing since she was a child are like half engraved in her bones, no matter how complicated her mind is, she will never go wrong.

The steaming dishes came out of the pot, Yu Yuan thoughtfully set up the dishes and chopsticks, and when everyone was on the table, he sandwiched a piece of waist and put it in his mouth.

"Phew!" As soon as I took a bite, I wrinkled my face and spit it out.

Grandma Yu: "What are you doing, kid?" ”

Yu Yuan pointed to the waist flower and cried and said, "It's too bitter—"

(End of chapter)