West of the capital.

100 miles away.

A small town is located in the middle of the poor countryside, named Xiyun, and the whole town has less than 50 households and is self-sufficient.

It is said to be a town, but in fact it looks no different from a village.

Early morning.

On the outskirts of town, an ox cart slowly drove and stopped outside the gate of a farmer's compound.

On the car sat a young man dressed in white and holding a folding fan in his hand, handsome and full of bookish face.

The driver was a man in a coarse cloth jacket, with a face covered, carrying a stick wrapped in black cloth on his back, who also appeared to be a young man.

As the ox cart stopped, the white-clothed scholar closed the folding fan, slowly got out of the car, and walked straight to the courtyard gate.

The yard is not large, and there are two simple low houses, and the fence wall around the outer perimeter of the low houses is slightly dilapidated, and it seems that it has been weathered for many years.

In the courtyard, an old man with a rickety body is picking beans with a dustpan, and a young man is chopping wood, looking like the grandson of the old man.

"Old man, I am a little tired when I pass by here, I want to ask you for saliva to drink, I take the liberty of bothering, I hope you will forgive me."

The white-clothed scholar stood in front of the courtyard gate, hugged his fists at the rickety old man sitting at a low table, and said with a smile.

But when the words fell, the old man ignored them, and didn't seem to notice that there were two guests from afar in front of the courtyard gate.

However, the young man who was chopping wood seemed to hear it, but he only turned his head to look at it, and then he ignored it and continued to chop wood with his head down.

"Old man? Can you make it convenient and ask for a bowl of water to drink? ”

The white-clothed scholar hesitated for a moment and continued, deliberately raising his voice.

But the old man still ignored it, and counted the beans in the dustpan attentively.

Fortunately, the young man who was chopping wood finally stopped what he was doing, turned around and came to the courtyard gate, and opened the fence gate.

"He was deaf and dumb, and he couldn't hear."

The young man pointed to his ear and explained as he let the white-clothed scholar into the courtyard.

"I see, I don't bother."

Only then did the white-clothed scholar react, arched his hand, and said apologetically.

As the white-clothed scholar and the coachman entered the courtyard, the old man with his head down noticed that someone had come to the house, looked up at the strange two, and looked at the young man suspiciously.

"Ask for water, water..."

The young man spoke loudly as he gestured at the old man.

The old man reacted for a while, and then understood his grandson's description, and then got up and moved his steps, intending to go to the house to bring water.

"I'll go, I'll go."

The young man waved his hand, quickened his pace, and rushed in front of the old man and walked towards the house.

The old man stopped, shook his head, turned his head to the white-clothed scholar with a simple smile, and stretched out his hand to signal the white-clothed scholar to sit down.

The white-clothed scholar was not polite, hugged his fists, sat opposite the old man, and silently looked at the old man who continued to pick beans.

Soon, the young man came out of the house with two bowls of water, one on the table in front of the white-clothed scholar, and the other was handed to the coachman who was standing behind the white-clothed scholar.

But the coachman shook his head and did not reach out to take it.

The young man pursed his lips, placed both bowls of water on the table, and went on to chop wood.

The white-clothed scholar drank a bowl of water, sat in place, and kept silently staring at the old man, who didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

The old man seemed to be able to sense the gaze of the white-clothed scholar, and from time to time he raised his head and smiled at the white-clothed scholar, without urging the two passers-by in front of him who had never known each other to leave.

In this way, a young man chopping wood, an old man who was engrossed in picking beans, and a white-clothed scholar with a folding fan in his hand stayed quietly for a long time, as if no one was in the way.

"Fifteen years ago, you were in the capital."

I don't know how long it took, but the scholar in white suddenly said something to the old man who lowered his head and picked beans.

But as the words fell, the old man didn't react, but the young man who was chopping wood turned his head and glanced at the white-clothed scholar suspiciously.

"I know you, the chief eunuch of the celebrant eunuch, Lianqi, but that was fifteen years ago."

The white-clothed scholar looked at the old man and continued to speak slowly as if nothing had happened.

The old man still didn't react, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"What the hell are you doing? What are you talking about? ”

"Have you run out of water? Let's go when you're done, outsiders are not welcome here. ”

The young man chopping wood stopped what he was doing, turned to look at the inexplicable scholar in white, and said dissatisfiedly.

"I'm here for Your Excellency, and if you don't admit it, I'll kill him!"

The white-clothed scholar stared at the old man and spoke again, with a strange sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the words of the scholar in white, the old man's right hand, which was picking beans, couldn't help but stop and began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this action, the smile on the white-clothed scholar's face became even more obvious.

"What the hell are you doing?! What are you doing bullying a deaf and dumb old man?! ”

The young man chopping wood said loudly, carrying the axe in his hand and about to walk this way, although he did not understand the words of the white-clothed scholar, he could sense that the two strangers were not friendly, and threatened to kill himself!

At the same time, the coachman standing behind the white-clothed scholar also turned sideways, faced the young man, and reached out to grasp the stick wrapped in black cloth behind his back.

But at this moment, the old man with his head down suddenly turned his head, glared at the young man fiercely, and stopped his grandson's next move.

The young man hesitated, stopped, and glared at the white-clothed scholar dissatisfied.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the old man put down the dustpan in his hand, slowly stood up, turned around and walked towards the house, and his originally hunched back suddenly straightened!

Not only is he not deaf, but he is also not a hunch!

"Come with me."

The old man suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was shrill and he sighed helplessly, and continued to walk towards the house.

Seeing this scene, the young man with the axe widened his eyes and stood in place in disbelief.

Obviously, although he lives with the old man, he doesn't know that the old man has been pretending to be deaf and dumb!

But they've been living together for thirteen years!

When he was five years old, he lived alone in the world, without a fixed place, and was finally adopted by the old man in front of him, and since then he has been called his grandson!

With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, the white-clothed scholar slowly got up and followed the old man into the house.

The coachman followed and closed the door.

The room was unusually rudimentary, and could even be described as a house with four walls, with hardly any extra furniture except for a dilapidated table.

"Who are you?!"

At the moment when the door closed, the old man turned around suddenly, looked directly at the scholar in white, and asked in a deep voice, compared with the weak and old man just now, it was like two people.

"My name is Liwuji!"

The white-clothed scholar shook the folding fan and replied casually.

But after listening to the words of the white-clothed scholar, the old man instantly showed a look of surprise on his face, and looked at the white-clothed scholar again in disbelief.

"His Royal Highness?! Are you still alive?! ”

"The minion has seen His Highness!"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly fell to his knees and made a respectful salute.

"Father-in-law, please get up."

The white-clothed scholar was stunned for a moment, took a step forward, and hurriedly helped the old man up.

He is none other than Dillon, who used Dillon's cover to successfully get out of the shell of the golden cicada!

And the coachman with his face covered is Lu Yuan!

He had long expected that someone would spy on him, so before leaving, he had already discussed the plan with everyone, and asked Dillon to send a message to the Heavenly Secret Agent outside the capital to answer halfway.

Then on the way, he quietly took Lu Yuan out of the carriage, asked Dillon to lure the followers away, and then turned westward and rushed all the way to Xiyun Town.

Tianshu's information was indeed true, and it really allowed him to find the eunuch who was the former head of the ceremonial eunuch, Lianqi.

"After fifteen years, I didn't expect my father-in-law to really hide in this poor countryside and never ask about the world."

"I came here today because I wanted to ask my father-in-law for confirmation of an old matter, and I hope my father-in-law can tell the truth."

Li Wuji helped Lianqi up, and after the two of them sat down again, he hugged his fists and said.

Listening to Li Wuji's words, Lian Qi glanced up, couldn't help but shake his head and sighed...