This is the first time that the blind Wuzhu laughs, or rather, this is the first time that the sixteen-year-old Fan Xian saw his uncle Wuzhu laugh, just when he mentioned his mother back then.

The blind five bamboos are exposed outside the black cloth and are likely to appear old, but they are always extremely cold, and rarely show emotions. It is even more difficult to see descriptions such as horror, sadness, and sorrow.

There is no smile.

So when he remembered the past when he first arrived in Kyoto, Kyoto and his lips were raised upward, he seemed a little unfamiliar and awkward. But even so, the person who seemed to never smile seemed to be gentle occasionally, but it was like a beautiful snow lotus suddenly blooming in the ice that had not melted for thousands of years on the cliff.

Extremely gentle and beautiful.

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After finally waking up from the loss of consciousness, Wuzhu had already replied as usual, and replied lightly: "Not many people know that the lady is named Ye Qingmei, and the idle people next to her just call her Miss. However, even now, I think... I am very famous in Kyoto."

"Is that?" Fan Xian opened his eyes wide. He felt that Wu Zhu's words were a bit inconsistent. Since there were not many people who knew that his mother's name was Ye Qingmei, why was the name Ye Qingmei quite famous? The reason why he thought this was because he didn't know that there was a golden section on the stone plaque at the entrance of the Supervision Bureau, and the signature.

"Tell me about my father." Fan Xian's eyes flashed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I only promise to talk about the lady."

"Well, you're very sloppy, 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 even more slutty than me... Well, forget it, let's talk about something else... What does that mother look like?"

Wu Zhu thought for a while and said, "It's very beautiful."

Although his voice was not mixed with too many complicated emotions, Fan Xian always thought that Wu Zhu seemed very sincere when saying these three words. He smiled and rubbed his hands, sighed: "It turns out he is a very beautiful girl."

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Although Wuzhu's level of telling stories is extremely poor, from the simple lines, Fan Xian could also feel how colorful the story of the woman in Kyoto was supposed to be. He had a strong impulse in his heart that he must go to Kyoto.

Wu Zhu gestured to Fan Xian stand up and follow him.

Fan Xian stood up curiously, walked to the end of the room, and watched Wu Zhu gently press the square stone wall a few times. A slight sound suddenly appeared in the wall, and then separated from it, revealing a secret room inside!

Fan Xian followed Wu Zhu in surprise. There was nothing in the secret room, a thin layer of dust was spread on the ground, and a box was placed casually in the corner.

Because there is no more than this box in the secret room, it is very conspicuous. It is a black suitcase, which is about the length of an adult's arms, and it is not very wide, so it looks relatively slender.

"No one knows that before the lady and I went to Kyoto, they had been in Danzhou for a while. The box was left by the lady. I will keep it for you until now, and you will keep it yourself in the future."

Fan Xian moved his heart slightly, walked forward, brushed away the dust from the black suitcase with his hands, and looked at the mouth of the box and found a lid similar to brass, covering the lock.

He was curious about what his mother left for him, but after rummaging for a long time, he found that the lid could not be twisted and the box could not be opened.

"No key." Wu Zhu reminded him when he saw that he was busy.

Fan Xian said dejectedly: "If I didn't say it earlier, what's the use of giving me a box that I can't open."

"Before carrying you to Danzhou, the key was left there because some people needed to believe that you were dead."

Fan Xian thought this kind of scene was too old, so he raised his eyebrows and took out the slender dagger that he never left from the scabbard on his calf, aimed it at the top of the suitcase, and gestured to see where it is easier to start.

"No need to try, this box is much stronger than you think."

It can be heard that Uncle Wu Zhu is very opposed to his violent opening. Fan Xian smiled and stopped moving, took back the dagger, patted the box, shook his head and sighed: "Maybe there are hundreds of thousands of taels of silver notes in it, it's a pity, it's a pity."

Then he picked up the box and tried the weight, and found that it was quite heavy, and his curiosity became a little heavier.

“Where is the key?”

"Kyoto."

Another broad answer.

Wu Zhu turned around and was about to walk out of the secret room. Seeing that he had not noticed himself, Fan Xian, who was thirsty, rolled his eyes twice, bent his right elbow slightly, and a palm was printed directly above the box. This palm contained all his skills, and he was very domineering, and fell through the wind.

A muffled "bang" sound echoed in the secret room, causing dust to spread all over the sky, covering most of the light of the oil lamp.

Wu Zhu's figure turned over coldly and looked at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was staring at his palm at this moment, and there was no trace left on the black box except for a little dust.

It seems that if you want to open this mysterious box, you must go to Kyoto.

Fan Xian was thinking so silently, planning about when he would leave Danzhou. He thought that his father who came to Kyoto would not always let him stay by the beach to "super retirement".

At this time, he didn't know that the person sent by Earl Si Nan to pick him up was already on the way.

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In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Tengzijing sat in the only tavern in Danzhou Port, wiping sweat from his forehead and looking at a wall of the tavern.

A piece of paper was mounted on the wall with good materials. The paper was of good quality, and many words were copied in small regular script on it. The handwriting was obviously written by Pan Ling, a great calligrapher of Wenshu Pavilion. Its style is elegant and spiritual, upright and pure.

If it were placed in Kyoto, Lord Pan Ling would sell at least 300 taels of silver for a work of such a size. However, Danzhou Port was originally remote, so it was not surprising that it was well framed and offered to the wall like a god.

But the content written on it is indeed not suitable for decorating a door.

Because the words on it are all messy news, yes, this is the legendary newspaper. There are only two newspapers in the entire Danzhou Port, so the one from the parents was naturally placed in the official office. The one obtained by the tavern owner was secretly bought from the servants of the Earl Beppu.

Most people cannot see this new thing, so they think it is particularly magical. In addition, it was written by Mr. Pan Ling, so after the tavern owner bought it, it hung it on the wall and regarded it as his treasure in the store.

But he didn't know that this newspaper was sold by Mr. Fan of Beppu, and Mr. Fan had sold more than twenty copies to wealthy businessmen in the city, making a good deal of money.

And Fujiko Kyo is about to meet this young master Fan.

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Chapter completed!