This was the first time the blind Wuzhu laughed, or in other words, this was the first time the sixteen-year-old Fan Xian saw his Uncle Wuzhu smile, at the moment when he mentioned his mother.
The appearance of the blind Wuzhu exposed outside the black cloth does not look old, but it is always extremely cold, rarely showing any expressions of emotion, and it is even more difficult to see descriptions such as horror, sadness, and sorrow.
Not even a smile.
So when he recalled the past when he and his young lady first arrived in the capital of Qing Kingdom, and the corners of his lips curled up, he seemed a little strange and awkward. But even so, it seems that the person who never smiles, who occasionally shows gentleness, is like a beautiful snow lotus suddenly blooming in the ice that has not melted for thousands of years on the cliff.
Incomparably gentle, incomparably beautiful.
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After finally waking up from the trance, Wu Zhu had already returned to normal, and replied lightly: "Not many people know that Miss Ye Qingmei is called Ye Qingmei, and those idle people around just call her Miss, but the name Ye Qingmei, even now , Come to think of it...it is also very famous in Kyoto."
"Really?" Fan Xian opened his eyes wide. He felt that Wu Zhu's words were inconsistent. Since not many people knew that their mother was Ye Qingmei, why was the name Ye Qingmei quite famous? The reason why he thinks this way is because he doesn't know the golden words on the stone plaque at the gate of the Overwatch Council, and the inscription.
"Tell me about my father." Fan Xian's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"I only promise to talk about Miss."
"Well, you're very cunning, Wu Zhu."
"Before you were born, I had a serious illness and forgot a lot of things."
Fan Xian covered his mouth and smiled: "Uncle is more clumsy than me... Well, forget it, let's talk about something else... I... What does that mother look like?"
Wuzhu thought for a while and said, "It's very beautiful."
Although his voice didn't contain too many complicated emotions, Fan Xian always thought that Wu Zhu seemed very sincere when he said these three words. He smiled slightly, rubbed his hands, and sighed, "So she is a very beautiful girl."
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Although Wuzhu's level of storytelling was extremely poor, from the simple lines, Fan Xian could also feel how colorful the woman's story should have been in Kyoto back then. There was a strong impulse in his heart. If he wanted to go to the capital, he must go to the capital.
Wu Zhu made a gesture, signaling Fan Xian to stand up and follow him.
Fan Xian stood up curiously, walked to the end of the room, watched Wu Zhu lightly pressed against the square stone wall a few times, and suddenly there was a slight sound from the wall, and then separated from it, revealing a part of it inside. A secret room!
Fan Xian followed Wu Zhu in in surprise. There was nothing in the secret room, a thin layer of dust spread on the floor, and a box was placed casually in the corner.
Because there is nothing in the secret room except this box, it is very conspicuous. It's a black leather suitcase, about the length of an adult's arm, and it's not very wide, so it looks slender.
"No one knows that Miss and I stayed in Danzhou for a while before we went to Kyoto. This box was left by Miss. I will keep it for you until now, and you will keep it yourself in the future."
Fan Xian's heart moved slightly, he walked forward, brushed off the dust on the black leather case with his hands, looked at the mouth of the case, and found a brass-like lid covering the lock.
He was curious about what his mother left for him, but after searching for a long time, he found that the lid couldn't be twisted, and the box couldn't be opened at all.
"No key." Seeing that he was very busy, Wu Zhu reminded.
Fan Xian said dejectedly, "If you don't tell me earlier, what's the use of giving me a box that can't be opened."
"Before I brought you to Danzhou, I needed to convince some people that you were dead, so I left the key there."
Fan Xian thought that this kind of plot was too old, raised his eyebrows, took out the slender dagger that he never left from the scabbard on the side of his calf, and pointed it at the top of the suitcase to see where it was. Easy to do.
"Don't try it, this box is much stronger than you think."
It could be heard that Uncle Wu Zhu was very opposed to his violent opening, Fan Xian stopped his movements with a smile, retracted the dagger, patted the box, shook his head and sighed: "Maybe there are hundreds of thousands of taels of silver bills in it, what a pity, what a pity. "
Then he lifted the box and tried the weight, and found that it was quite heavy, which made him a little more curious.
"Where's the key?"
"Kyoto."
Another very broad answer.
Wu Zhu turned around, ready to walk out of this secret room. Seeing that he didn't notice him, the ungrateful Fan Xian rolled his eyeballs twice, slightly bent his right elbow, and slammed his palm on the top of the box. This palm contains all his skills, full of domineering, breaking the wind and falling.
A muffled sound of "bang", echoing in the secret room, actually stirred up dust all over the sky, covering most of the light from the oil lamp.
Wu Zhu turned around coldly and looked at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian was staring at his palm in dumbfounded at this moment, but there was no trace left on the black box except for some dust.
It seems that to open this mysterious box, one must go to Kyoto.
Fan Xian was thinking silently, planning when he would be able to leave Danzhou, thinking that his father, who came to the capital, would not always let him stay at the seaside to "retire in the old age".
At this time, he didn't know that the person Earl Sinan sent to pick him up was already on his way.
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In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Fujiko was sitting in the only tavern in Danzhou Port, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and looking at a wall of the tavern.
There is a piece of paper mounted on the wall with high-quality materials. The paper is of good quality, and many characters are densely copied in lower case. The handwriting is obviously written by Pan Ling, a great calligrapher in Wenshu Pavilion. The style is elegant and correct. Pure and thick.
If it were placed in Kyoto, a work of this size by Mrs. Pan Ling would cost at least three hundred taels of silver, and Danzhou Port is far away, so it is not surprising to frame it well and put it on the wall like a god. .
It's just that the content written on it is really not suitable for decorating the gate.
Because the news written on it is all messed up, yes, this is the legendary newspaper. There are only two newspapers in the entire Danzhou Port, the one owned by the parents is naturally placed in the government office, and the one obtained by the tavern owner was secretly bought at a high price from the Earl Befu's servants.
Ordinary people can't see this new thing, so they think it is very magical, and it is written by Mrs. Pan Ling, so after the tavern owner bought it, he hung it on the wall and regarded it as his own treasure.
It's just that he didn't know that this newspaper was stolen and sold by Mr. Fan in Befu, and Mr. Fan had already sold more than 20 copies to wealthy businessmen in the city, earning a good amount of money.
And Teng Zijing is going to meet this young master Fan soon.