The red candlelight was on the table. Two lines of tears ran down the bride's face, and the thick powder on her face was washed out with two obvious marks.
Before marrying into the House of Duke, she had heard that the old Duke's temperament was a bit strange, but she still did not expect it to be so serious. Not only did he suddenly disappear during the ceremony, but he actually called the groom away on his wedding night. Was he not satisfied with her, or did he have a conflict with her grandfather? If so, why did he agree to this marriage?
Deercry did not know what his newly married wife was thinking in the bridal room. As the youngest son of Duke Lu, compared to his reputation of being a playboy, he was more calm and observant. He knew that his father must have a very important thing to tell him, and he had already noticed something strange in the room.
This was Duke Lu's bedroom. On the shelf next to the window, there had always been a very expensive porcelain. It was said that the big bowl was from the Ru kiln a thousand years ago. He had been warned not to touch it when he was young. He had a very deep impression of that porcelain bowl. Why did it change to a new one today?
"I was in a hurry today, so I just took a random one. Tomorrow go to the storeroom and bring the big bowl from the Xin kiln and put it here."
Duke Lu was wearing plain clothes. He used his hand to comb his gray hair and repeatedly reminded, "Don't forget."
Deercry responded and asked, "Father, what happened?"
Duke Lu looked up at him and said, "They say that I love you the most. This is true. I even prepared to give the position of Duke to you."
Although he had some guesses in the past few years, hearing this suddenly, Deercry could not help but be a little surprised. He said, "Then my two brothers …"
Duke Lu raised his hand to stop him and said, "Outsiders think that I am old and stupid. I only care about my youngest son. How would they know that I like your calmness?"
Deercry did not know how to respond.
"But if you want to get the position of Duke, then there are some secrets in the family that you also have to bear."
After saying this, Duke Lu looked a little tired but also a little relaxed. He said with a smile, "I also learned this secret from my father on the night of my wedding. Your aunt complained about me for many years. When you go back later, don't forget to coax your new wife."
Lu Ming became more and more nervous and asked, "Father, what is the secret?"
Duke Lu's gaze fell on the shelf, and he said quietly, "The secret has to start from this bowl."
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The furnishings in the room were very simple, and it seemed very quiet. There were no treasures on the shelf next to the window. It was mainly made of ink and yellow stones, and it was very suitable for cultivators.
Jing Jiu was very satisfied. He took out a bamboo chair and lay down on it.
He did not forget about this matter when he left Aoyama.
Accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window, he fell asleep very comfortably. When he woke up, the rain had not stopped and it was already evening.
He thought for a moment and walked out of the room. He walked along the long corridor to the front yard and entered the reception hall.
The family was still sitting in the reception hall. Even their seats had not changed, but the dishes on the table had been put away.
With his arrival, the atmosphere in the parlor suddenly became tense.
The young woman uneasily held the child in her arms.
Several gazes fell on him. People didn't know whether they should get up to greet him or what they should do.
Jing Jiu asked, "Can I sit here for a while?"
The middle-aged man quickly got up and said, "Sit, sit, sit."
He wanted to ask him to sit, but thinking of the adults' orders and the years of practice, he forcibly swallowed the word "please".
Jing Jiu looked at the sky and said, "Isn't it time to eat?"
"Yes, you … what do you want to eat?"
The young woman got up and nervously grabbed the front of her robe, saying, "I'll do it right away."
Jing Jiu said, "I don't want to eat. Don't worry about me."
When the young woman got up, the child in her arms very naturally slipped to the ground.
The child wobbled his way to Jing Jiu and opened his arms, saying, "I want a hug."
Everyone liked beautiful things, and children would not hide their thoughts.
The atmosphere in the reception hall became even more tense. The adults wanted to pull the child back but didn't dare, and the young woman's face became somewhat pale.
Jing Jiu looked at the child and said earnestly, "No."
He didn't like children at all. It was because the efficiency of communication was too low and troublesome, unless the child was smart enough or had a maturity beyond his age.
For instance, the young monk in the Guocheng Temple and Liu Baogen in the small village.
The child felt wronged, and he almost cried out with pursed lips.
Seeing this scene, the family in the parlor heaved a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease.
"Do you want some tea?" the young woman asked gingerly.
"No need."
Jing Jiu realized that his curiosity had caused a great deal of pressure to this family, so he picked up the conical hat and walked toward the outside of the courtyard.
He stopped at the gate of the courtyard and said, "Sorry for troubling you over the years."
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It was still raining, and nobody was in the alley.
Jing Jiu put on the conical hat and walked into the rain with his head lowered after wiping his face with his hand.
It was dusk, and the spring rain was still drizzling. The pedestrians were in a hurry. Nobody noticed that Jing Jiu wore a black mask on his face.
To the east of Zhaoge City, the streets near the White Horse Lake were bustling, with many shops and shops. The famous restaurants and brothels had already hung up the lanterns in advance, reflecting the drizzling rain; it was a beautiful sight.
Even though it was raining, the streets were still bustling, with pedestrians everywhere. All kinds of boots stepped on the puddles among the green stones, making "pah" sounds.
There was a medical house to the west of the street.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to what was written on the signboard, but he knew this was the place when he saw the begonia flower carved on the signboard.
Who would have thought that the most mysterious intelligence organization in Chaotian, the Curtain Rollers, was located in the most prosperous place in Zhaoge City?
Nobody was sure who the owner of the Curtain Rollers was. Jing Jiu had heard many secrets from his Big Brother back then, but he didn't mention this.
However, according to what they had done in the past hundreds of years, the Curtain Rollers should be inclined to the orthodox side.
Jing Jiu looked around with his hands behind his back, and found this medical house was quite ordinary, and … it wasn't safe.
However, no matter how mysterious the Curtain Rollers were, they still had to do business, so they needed a channel to communicate with the outside world. The medical house was indeed a suitable place. The conversation between the doctor and the patient had to be kept confidential and couldn't be overheard by others, and it was necessary in every city.
The doctor in the medical house sensed something unusual. He lifted his head and glanced at Jing Jiu, asking, "Are you here to see a doctor or to buy medicine?"
"Neither," said Jing Jiu. "I'm here to ask you something."
The doctor asked with narrowed eyes, "What is it?"
Jing Jiu recalled what his Big Brother had said to him, making sure he was right. "Is the begonia still the same?" he asked.
The doctor was taken aback.
Jing Jiu thought it was a bit unprofessional.
After a long while, the doctor finally came back to his senses. He glanced at Jing Jiu with a gloomy expression, saying, "It looks like you are seriously ill. Come in with me and have a look."
"I'm not ill," said Jing Jiu.
The doctor glanced at Jing Jiu again.
"I'm sorry," Jing Jiu said, finally understanding what the other party meant.
When they came to the quiet inner room, the doctor said, "Tell me your question."
"I want to know the relationship between the Master of Xilai Peak of the Aoyama Sect and Taiping Zhenren," said Jing Jiu.
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