During the outing, Li Chengqian heard that Fuji Zijing had taken a place to the nearby protection, and when he learned that it was Chen Pingping's order, he could only laugh and scold the old fox.

However, after this incident, at least he can be sure that no one in Kyoto will fight his idea again without real certainty.

Especially Emperor Qing.

The performance is so peaceful, and it can be regarded as a serious demonstration of the intention to cooperate.

It is estimated that before the bitter lotus and the Sigu Sword are solved, there will be no more trouble.

Of course, with Emperor Qing's temperament, he will definitely cultivate some new forces quietly during this period.

In order to ensure his absolute authority in the Qingguo after the death of Kuhe and Sigu Jian.

It is not difficult to guess this, Emperor Qing is not a person who is tied up and will abdicate in Hoi An'an to make way for the virtuous.

However, Li Chengqian was not worried at all, because when it came time to really turn his face, the strength on his side was afraid that it would far exceed Emperor Qing's imagination.

The next morning, the morning sun shines brightly on the earth.

In the East Palace, Li Chengqian, as always, was swaying in the courtyard and playing that set of slow Tai Chi.

"Your Highness, Si Nanbo's son Fan Xian is out asking to see you."

A maid came to report.

Although Fan Xian has been crowned King Yong, he has not really entered the Zongren Mansion, and the canonization ceremony has not been held, so on the bright side, he is still the son of Si Nanbo.

"Let him in!"

Li Chengqian said, his hand movements did not stop at all.

"Wait, did he bring anything with him?"

He stopped the maid and asked.

The maid thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be carrying a black box."

Li Chengqian smiled and said, "I know the current affairs, remember to be respectful when you invite someone over."

The maid answered, and bowed away.

On the side, Izumo was dressed in a white dress, clear and beautiful, holding Fu Xiqin in his arms, and asked with a little curiosity between his eyebrows, "Your Highness, what is in that black box that can make you pay so much attention?"

Li Chengqian had a somewhat eager expression on his face, and said with a smile: "A weapon, a peerless weapon."

For the first time in his past and present lives, he was able to touch a genuine sniper rifle.

As soon as the trigger was pulled, he was killed directly by a shot from a distance of 10000 kilometers.

It's not a wonderful feeling.

As she was talking, the maid had already led Fan Xian outside the courtyard.

"Your Highness, Fan is free."

Li Chengqian retracted his fists and stood still, and said, "Well, let him come in, and give another order, without my order, no other unrelated people are allowed to approach."

Fan Xian carried the black leather suitcase into the courtyard, and when his eyes swept over Izumo, he couldn't help but show a touch of amazement.

He met the female official beside the prince several times, but each time he was a little amazed by the beauty of the other party.

But in an instant, he set his eyes on Li Chengqian.

"Meet His Highness the Prince."

He was 100% sure that the other party was a time-traveler like him, but if what this person said yesterday was true, what was the matter with Barrett?

Moreover, last night he found Uncle Wuzhu and said that the prince wanted the box left by his mother.

Uncle Wuzhu told him very calmly that if he wanted to save his life, he had to hand over the box.

The reason is also very simple.

Uncle Wuzhu bluntly said that he couldn't beat Li Gaoming, and Li Gaoming was the prince's person.

If the prince were to do anything to him, he would surely die.

In order to survive, he actually has only one choice.

Therefore, early this morning, he carried the box that could not be opened to the East Palace.

Li Chengqian nodded, which was a response, and then said directly, "Give me the box."

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, untied the black leather box behind him, and stepped forward to present it.

"This box is sturdy, no

The key won't be opened."

He reminded with a bit of resentment in his tone.

Li Chengqian took the black leather box with one hand, and took out a key from his arms that looked like gold but not gold, and iron but not iron.

He glanced at Fan Xian with a smile and said, "You should know where the key is, do you think it is difficult to get this key with my identity?"

Anyway, he didn't care about Fan Xian's reaction, and directly inserted the key in his hand into the brass-like keyhole on the box.

With a click, the plywood on the front of the box popped open, revealing a small black curtain.

To put it bluntly, it's a small keyboard, the kind with full subtitles.

Izumo didn't quite understand, but he felt that the mechanism of the box seemed to be very exquisite, but Fan Xian was shocked and bitter.

From the soap, the glass, and the stone tablet at the entrance of the Supervision Institute, he knew that the old lady he had never met was probably the same as his origin.

But it wasn't until he saw this scene in front of him that all his guesses were truly confirmed.

Li Chengqian touched the smooth and delicate keyboard with some nostalgia, and his heart was also inexplicably emotional.

He thought about the password, and it seemed that the original book said that it was a name typed out with five strokes.

Moreover, it is the name of Wuzhu.

It's just that Li Chengqian is really not very familiar with the Wubi input method,He can only say that he has been in contact,If you try more,It should be able to open。

However, he glanced at Fan Xian in front of him, turned the black box in his hand around, and aimed the keyboard at Fan Xian.

"Enter the password, the five strokes of Wuzhu."

Izumo is unknown, so who is Gotake? What is Wubi?

Fan Xian was shocked, he took a deep look at Li Chengqian, and didn't understand why he knew so much about his mother's affairs.

Even the password of this box can be known.

After a moment of deep silence, he couldn't help but have a bold idea.

Could it be that the crown prince is Ye Qingmei's first son, but he was dropped and became the son of the queen.

Didn't he also get rid of the bag and become Si Nanbo's illegitimate son?

Busy suppressing this strange thought, he thought about it, and then entered Wuzhu's name on the keyboard with five strokes: "ggttgh".

The box clicked softly, and then opened.

The box is divided into three layers, and because of its limited shape, the contents that can be placed in each layer must be narrow and long.

Inside the first layer are metal tools that are divided into three parts, some of which are tubular and some of which seem to fit into the grip.

It is a sniper rifle that has been dismantled into three parts.

Li Chengqian took the box to the side of the gazebo, put it on the stone table, took out three parts, and with his hand gently stroked, the mind swept it and understood it thoroughly.

With two clicks, the three parts were collided by his group, and he raised his hand to aim at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was watching fascinated from the sidelines, sniper rifles, what it means in this era of cold weapons hardly needs to be repeated.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the muzzle of the black hole pointed at him, which frightened him into a cold sweat.

What do you mean, the prince is going to kill people?

In the next second, there was a click, and the sound of the trigger pulling made him tremble.

Li Chengqian put down the sniper rifle and said with a smile: "No bullets, what are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he opened the second layer of the box and took out a letter, which read, Wuzhu Qi.

(End of chapter)