How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Return to Panjiayuan Antique Market.

Rongshengzhai.

Zhao Yatang led Ye Cheng and Su Qinghe back to the shop.

In the inner hall, although it was already late at night, the old man was still crying and kept talking to Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe also had an uncle for the first time, and he felt a hundred times unhappy. He accompanied his uncle and talked about the trivial things that his mother had experienced over the years.

The inner hall was sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, it was so lively.

As for Ye Cheng, in order not to disturb the reunion of his uncle and nephew, he took the initiative to sit in the outer hall.

Li Cen, the shopkeeper of Rongshengzhai, also asked his two boys to go home from get off work and stay to talk to Ye Cheng.

"Haha...Mr. Ye!"

After Li Cen poured Ye Cheng a cup of tea, he looked at him with bright eyes.

He is about 48 or 9 this year and has been immersed in antiques and jades all his life. Who in the whole Panjiayuan admires the most?

None!

Even the boss, Zhao Yatang, is dissatisfied with only one bottle and half a bottle.

Li Cen dared to say that he was the first person in Kyoto to create antiques and no one would question him.

But today, he was really convinced!

I was completely impressed by Mr. Ye in front of me.

Damn, she is obviously a scientific researcher, and her hobby is killing people for fun.

Why is it so awesome when it comes to antique knowledge?

Not only could he see the Jianzhan hidden in the Five Sons Contest Vase at a glance, but he also saw the reward for King Xi’s meritorious service in Chen Heigou’s hand!

Two shots, always hit!

This vision and the profound knowledge contained in it amazed Li Cen.

While Su Qinghe and Zhao Yatang were chatting freely in the hall, he and Ye Cheng were also chatting happily outside.

At this moment, it is about 1 o'clock in the morning.

Li Cen finally brought the topic back and looked at Ye Cheng with a smile.

"Mr. Ye! In addition to the eldest lady's affairs, you should have other things to do when you come to see our boss, right?"

Ok?

Ye Cheng smiled lightly when he heard this.

This Li Cen's eyes are vicious.

What did I do today?

Reuniting Zhao Yazhen and Zhao Yatang is secondary, the main purpose is still to deal with the Apocalypse explosion.

If we don't figure out what happened that year earlier, who knows what we will do to make money and move mountains.

Especially when he learned that the Ming Tombs were suddenly closed, coupled with the loud noise not long ago.

A vague urgency always appeared in Ye Cheng's heart.

Time to hurry up!

Otherwise, the three things of lunar soil, helium, and helium may be snatched away by Fu Bole.

"Haha!" Ye Cheng said with a smile: "It's nothing important."

"Shopkeeper Li, I know that Qinghe's uncle is an authentic old Kyoto native. He has been living in Kyoto since he defeated King Yan and conquered the north."

"It's been more than six hundred years ago. Do you know whether the Zhao family's inheritance is in order?"

As soon as he said this, Li Cen was stunned.

Why did you start investigating Zhao Yatang’s genealogy?

You can ask your mother-in-law if the Zhao family has an orderly inheritance.

However, Li Cen still answered with a smile.

"As far as I know, it's pretty orderly."

"My boss is a member of the elegant generation, counting on..."

"Yongle passed down to Qingshao, and the origin of Yuan is a hundred generations of gold."

The dantian is full of yin, and the orchid garden is full of auspiciousness."

"Ke Nianya will continue first, and I will continue to think about Yu later."

Prosperity of literature and faith has continued for thousands of years. "

"It has been passed down to the owner's generation for 23 generations..."

Ye Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

What the hell!

Lao Li, must your mother be sick? She even knows the genealogy of Lao Zhao's family by heart.

Starting from Yongle, all the way to the elegant generation of Zhao Yatang.

Ye Cheng was surprised and secretly happy at the same time.

With the wars and dynasty changes, many prominent families had their homes confiscated and their families wiped out.

It is rare to meet a family inherited from Emperor Yongle.

Today we may be able to find out what happened back then!

Seeing Ye Cheng's surprised look, Li Cen smiled and quickly waved his hand.

"Mr. Ye, don't be surprised. I have been the manager of my boss's family all my life. We are as close as brothers. Not only my boss's will, but also the family tree and family history are kept in my hands. How could I not know."

Ye Cheng smiled and said, "Okay! Then I might as well ask you about Zhao Yatang."

Speaking of this, Ye Cheng's face turned serious.

"Shopkeeper Li, do you know...that there will be a big explosion in Kyoto in the seventh year of the Qi Dynasty tomorrow?"

Ok?

Apocalypse Big Bang?

Li Cen's expression changed a bit visibly, but he suppressed it immediately.

But with how vicious Ye Cheng's eyes were, and his master-level interrogation skills, it was obvious at a glance that Li Cen definitely knew a lot.

"This……"

Li Cen glanced at Ye Cheng and said, "Haha, Mr. Ye, I know that I know, but my knowledge is limited, and it is about the same as what I can find on the Internet."

"In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, there was a big explosion in the Wang Gong Factory in Kyoto, killing and injuring more than 20,000 people. The prince even died of fright. A year later, the Apocalypse Emperor Zhu Youxiao fell into the water and drowned. His younger brother Zhu Youjian succeeded the Ming Dynasty as the last monarch... "

Ye Cheng waved his hand to interrupt.

"Shopkeeper Li, that's not what I'm asking. What I mean is..."

"In the Zhao family tree, is there any record of what happened when the explosion occurred? You should understand what I mean."

Ye Cheng's meaning is very simple.

Why should I waste so much effort on things that can be found online.

To find this place is to understand the truth of that year.

Li Cen's eyelids twitched again, he looked at Ye Cheng, and finally said with a wry smile.

"Mr. Ye, I can responsibly tell you that many of the ancestors of the Zhao family also died in that big explosion."

"There are only orphans left. Perhaps they are afraid of causing trouble, or they are afraid of being illiterate. What happened in the seven years of the Apocalypse has been brushed aside! There is no detailed record!"

"If you don't believe it, I can tell my boss and get the family history for you to check."

"This……"

Ye Cheng was extremely disappointed for a moment.

One pass?

Was all your efforts spent all night in vain?

What can this special girl do?

Could it be that if we want to find out the truth of that year, we can only continue to look for the descendants of Tiantian Dynasty?

Ye Cheng still wants to speak.

"Hahaha... let's go~! Qinghe, don't worry about the time, I'm going to see my sister Yazhen tonight."

Zhao Yatang smiled loudly and walked out of the inner hall with a red face.

"And that mallet Su Fenggu, damn it! I want to see if he still dares to swing his fist at me!"

Su Qinghe followed behind and smiled.

"That's not possible!"

Ye Cheng and Li Cen turned around and looked over, only to realize that Zhao Yatang was impatient and wanted to find his sister all night to recognize his ancestor.

"Haha, Xiaocheng! Let's go, cover me. If that stick really dares to hit me, for the sake of Yaobian Tianmuzhan, hit him!"

Zhao Yatang made a joke and wanted to drag Ye Cheng back to the hotel.

Ye Cheng frowned and stood up. Before he could speak, Li Cen approached him first.

He whispered a few words into his boss's ear, obviously talking about what Ye Cheng wanted to investigate back then.

Zhao Yatang frowned, looked at Ye Cheng, then at Li Cen, and finally exhaled.

Seeing that his shopkeeper did not refuse, he chuckled.

"Xiaocheng! Since you have done me such a big favor, I, Zhao Yatang, cannot remain silent."

"Although I don't know why you were checking that thing, you really asked the right person!"

Zhao Yatang smiled and pointed at Li Cen.

"Shopkeeper Li's master has been a close relative of the old Zhu family for dozens of generations. Just ask him to take you to see his master."

A close relative of Lao Zhu’s family?

Ye Cheng was stunned and looked at Li Cen suddenly, thinking no wonder your eyelids were twitching just now.

Sure enough, I knew a lot of things that happened that year.

Li Cen smiled modestly and cupped his hands at Ye Cheng.

"Mr. Ye! We hit it off right away, and you are my employer's nephew and son-in-law. It's really unjustifiable for me to keep it a secret."

"Let the boss and the lady go back to the hotel. Why don't you and I take advantage of the night to visit my master?"

Ye Cheng naturally agreed and was extremely happy.

He had a hunch that he might be able to find out the truth tonight.

A few minutes later, he sent Zhao Yatang and Su Qinghe away, waiting for Li Cen to lock the shop, and couldn't help but ask.

"Shopkeeper Li, your master should be resting at this point, right? Let's go there rashly..."

Li Cen smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, my master stays up day and night all year round. Even if I want to see him, I have to stay up until the early hours of the morning."

"At this point, he should be out of business. Let's go over and take a look."

With that said, Li Cen strode forward and led Ye Cheng towards the ghost market on the east side of Panjiayuan.

"Ghost market?"

"That's right!"

Seeing the other party nodding, Ye Cheng felt that things were becoming more and more interesting.

It is said that Li Cen is nearly fifty years old, and his master is at least seventy or eighty years old.

What kind of old man persists in practicing stalls in his seventies or eighties, staying up day and night for decades?

Especially now it’s still winter.

Shameless?

But you can't ask this, it seems too ignorant.

Ye Cheng could only smile and speak.

"Shopkeeper Li, what do you call me Master?"

Li Cen hesitated, and finally sighed.

"My master, whose surname is Feng..."