"Where are the bullets?" Fan Xian was like a girl who woke up from a sweet dream to find herself sleeping on the firewood in the kitchen. He lowered his voice and asked Wu Zhu angrily.
Wu Zhu's answer was honest, but it sounded clever to others. "What are bullets?"
Fan Xian was annoyed. He could only describe to Wu Zhu the shape of a bullet, its size, length, and how to use it. Full of anticipation, he asked, "Did you see my mother use this thing before?"
Wu Zhu shook his head. "I told you, I forgot some things." Just as Fan Xian was feeling slightly disappointed, Wu Zhu suddenly opened his mouth and said, "However, I remember that the things you mentioned seemed to have no use back then, so when I carried you away, I threw them all in the cellar of Taiping Courtyard."
Fan Xian's temperament had long been trained to be very calm, but hearing this, he couldn't help but want to hug this cute blind man and give him a big kiss.
There was a letter in the second compartment of the box. The box was well sealed, so when Fan Xian lightly flicked the letter, no dust fell.
"To Wu Zhu."
Fan Xian didn't know what to feel. So this box wasn't for him, but for the person next to him. He forced a smile and handed the letter to Wu Zhu, as if forgetting that he was blind.
Wu Zhu didn't take it. "The lady let me see it," he said coldly, "for you to hear. Just read it."
Fan Xian smiled, tore open the letter, and began to read. After reading a few lines, he couldn't help but smile. He had thought that the box contained the Will of the Divine Weapon. It was a very uncreative thing, and he couldn't help but look down on his mother's methods. But after reading this letter, he realized that the woman called Ye Qingmei really did look down on all the men in the world.
The handwriting wasn't elegant, and it was much worse than Ruoruo's. It even seemed a little rough and sloppy, and the tone of the letter was also very strange. Moreover, the words inside didn't connect. It seemed that they hadn't been written at the same time.
"Cute little Zhuzhu, give me a kiss … I really like you. I've wanted to introduce you to a wife many times, but you've always been cold. I … hmm, be gentle. I'm really angry. If you go to that temple to fight, I guess you still won't be able to win and will have to run back like a dog. So I wrote something to make fun of you. "
Seeing this, Fan Xian couldn't help but glance at Wu Zhu. How could such a handsome grandmaster look like a dog? The letter continued:
"What about me? When you left, I drugged someone with an aphrodisiac and succeeded in borrowing his seed. I just don't know if it will be a precious daughter or a bastard son. This box is the only thing I've left in this world. Old Mao said that in this life, he had only affected the area around Beijing. Remember, I also said that when I came to this world, I only left behind this box. "
Seeing the words "borrow seed" and "bastard of a son", Fan Xian almost fell off the stool. It turned out that not only was his life strange, but it was also quite romantic. It was a pity that the letter did not clearly state who he had borrowed the seed from. This was the biggest question in Fan Xian's heart.
The following were the original words of Fan Xian's mother, Ye Qingmei, who had once shocked the world.
"It's sad, isn't it? Other than you, there is probably no one else in this world who can open this box. Who told me to be so gentle and kind as to teach you the five strokes that are useless in this world? Cute little Zhuzhu doll, I really want to hug you to sleep. Come back quickly. "
"I've put the box back in its old place. You should know where it is. Hey, if you open the box and see this letter, then of course you know where it is. I seem to have said some nonsense again."
"I'm just curious now. Will I have a daughter or a son? If it's a daughter, that's good. If it's a son, it'll be his father's turn to worry. And men are too ambitious. Who knows what they'll do. "
"Okay, okay. I admit that I'm ambitious, but I want to make this world a better place. Should this little girl's beautiful wish be described as' ambition '?"
"Why do I feel like I'm writing my last words? Damn it. Bah bah, that's too unlucky. "
"Hmm, who knows? Let's just say it's my last words. I've already written it down. Remember, don't use this broken spear. There's no strength in chopping ants with a broadsword. After reading this letter, destroy this box. Don't let those random people in this world know of my glorious life. They don't deserve it. "
"I've been here, seen it, played it. I've been the richest man. I've killed princes. I've plucked the beard of an old emperor. I've used the sunshine of this world to shine. I've almost unified the world. But I just don't care. How about it? My precious daughter and bastard son. I don't think they can do as much as I can. Just live on in peace. "
"Sigh … when I die of old age, will I be able to return to that world?"
"Father, mother, I miss you very much."
"Little Zhuzhu, you don't understand what I'm saying. You don't know where I came from. I'm very lonely. People come and go in this world, but I'm still lonely. "
"I'm very lonely."
"I'm very lonely."
— — —
After reading the letter, Fan Xian was silent for a long time. Then he smiled and asked softly, "I'm not from this world. Do you remember?"
Wu Zhu opened his mouth slowly. "I think I remember a little."
"Mother said that you went to fight with the people of the temple. Did that fight make you lose part of your memory?" Fan Xian's hand slowly slid along the edge of the box.
"I think so."
"If you didn't lose that part of your memory, you should be the one to open this box. After you open it, will you tell me everything?"
"I don't think so."
"Hmm." Fan Xian nodded. "I thought so too. Maybe you'll find a small mountain village that no one knows about and grow up with me." A smile appeared on his face. "Maybe that's not a bad life."
He then sighed and shook his head helplessly. "It's a pity that you can't start over."
"Why aren't you curious that I can open this box?" Fan Xian teased Wu Zhu. He wanted to see the shocked expression on Wu Zhu's face when he found out that he was also a soul from another world.
"Why should I be curious?" Wu Zhu was still very calm. He suddenly felt that the young master was just like the young lady. They were both very long-winded and boring humans.
Fan Xian felt like an idiot. "Does her death have anything to do with the temple?" he asked.
"I don't know."
Fan Xian was silent for a while, then continued to look at the box. There was a piece of paper stuck to the last layer of the box. He measured the difference in height between the inside and the outside. This layer should be very thin. He peeled off the paper and looked at it. He was stunned. On the paper was written:
"Hey, if it was Wu Zhu, after seeing that letter, you should immediately destroy this box. You actually want to keep looking. Tell me the truth. Who are you? How did you open this box? "
His mother really was a person with a heart of crystal. Fan Xian was lost for a moment. He replied in a daze, "I am your son." Of course, she couldn't hear this answer.
The paper was very short. There weren't many words on it. At the end, there was only a warning.
"If it's not my daughter, then it's my son. You can look at what's below when you've killed someone. Remember!"
Looking at the exaggerated exclamation mark and the empty circle below it, Fan Xian didn't dare disobey his mother's last words. He obediently stuck the paper back on the box.
"I'm going out for a walk." Fan Xian said this to Wu Zhu, then left the room. With his head down, he walked into the early autumn rain. The box was with Wu Zhu, so it couldn't be safer. He wasn't worried.
After Fan Xian's somewhat dispirited silhouette disappeared into the rain, Wu Zhu slowly walked out from the corner and sat down at the table. His fingers stroked the box and the gun on the table, then fell on the letter. His fingers lightly moved back and forth on the envelope. It was unclear what he was thinking.
A slight rustling sound rang out between his fingers and the letter. The rustling sound rang out between the rain and the grass in the courtyard.
The room was pitch-black. Wu Zhu sat alone next to a box. The black cloth on his face softened, and a very gentle expression appeared on his face.
— — —
Fan Xian walked alone on the street in the rainy night, letting the rain wash over his face and soak his body. A glimmer of a smile occasionally appeared on his face. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a faint sorrow. A moment later, it was calm again. Who knew how many emotions were fermenting in his heart, interweaving, and colliding.
Ye Qingmei, that dazzling name, seemed to have only truly entered his life and entered his mind today. He now understood many things. He knew where his mother came from and what she had done in this world.
His grandmother in Danzhou had said that before his father ascended the throne, the two princes were the most likely to inherit the throne of the Qing Kingdom. The two princes, on the other hand, died in a ridiculous murder case.
After reading the letter, Fan Xian naturally knew that the two princes, who were always on guard against assassinations, had died under his mother's sniper rifle.
In other words, the present royal family of the Qing Kingdom was completely dependent on his mother to be able to have this world. His mother had built Qingyu Hall and established the Overwatch Council. She had provided the most basic of everything for the country to become powerful.
It could even be said that without Ye Qingmei, there would be no present Qing Kingdom.
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