don't touch my ghost

When Zhang Han walked out of Ji Kai's room, the lively expression on his face suddenly disappeared. With the corners of his eyes drooping and his shoulders straightened, his whole demeanor seemed to have changed.

He became calm and stable, completely different from the lively and playful boy in his early twenties.

Standing in the yard, Xuanmeng saw him coming out, hung his head in embarrassment and refused to look at him, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is...is he recovering well?"

Zhang Han nodded slightly, and found that Xuan Meng didn't dare to look up at all, and naturally couldn't see him nodding, so he sighed softly and said "um".

Then he turned around and walked to the east wing, and said to Xuanmeng as he walked, "It's hard work, you go in and have a look, tell him to rest for another two days, and we'll leave after he recovers completely."

"What about you? You just woke up...is there any discomfort?" Xuanmeng raised his head cautiously, but he didn't dare to stare at Zhang Han.

"It's fine." After Zhang Han finished speaking, he warned again, "But I just woke up, so don't tell him."

Xuanmeng said "Oh" in a low voice, watching Zhang Han's back disappear behind the door of the East Wing from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but chase after the door, and asked: "You... really don't have anything to ask me? "

"What I want to know, you won't say." Zhang Han's voice came from behind the door, polite and alienated.

Xuanmeng was stunned at the door for a while, sniffed, then flicked his sleeves and walked towards the west wing.

Zhang Han didn't say the second half of this sentence, "I don't want to know what you want to say."

He didn't say it out because he was taking care of Xuanmeng's girl's face, but even if he didn't say it out, Xuanmeng could still understand.

For so many years, this is not the first time she has faced this kind of indifference and alienation, which seems to be polite but actually mercilessly rejected her.

But after all, so many years have passed, after experiencing Zhang Han who called her "Xiao Meng", facing such Zhang Han again, those things that I have been used to suddenly become a little unbearable.

Xuanmeng stopped at the door of the west wing, raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes, scolding himself for being useless, and annoyed in his heart that people have learned to be greedy after working for a long time.

Zhang Han was sitting in the east wing, listening to the door of the west wing open and close. He stood up and went to the cupboard, opened the door, took out an old wooden box inside, and laid down on the edge of the kang with ease. After groping around, I found a copper key.

This key is probably often rubbed in the hands of people. Although it is a few years old, the surface is very bright.

Zhang Han inserted it into the copper lock on the wooden box and opened the wooden box.

There is an old cowhide map in the wooden box. I don’t know how many years it has been placed. It is already brittle as if it will crack if touched, and the ink stains on it are almost invisible.

There is a small square seal under the map. It is made of high-quality chicken blood stone, but the carving is not very fine. That appearance is probably a mutated Pixiu that is not easy to mess with.

The overall shape looks simple and casual, quite a kind of free and easy after all the money is gone.

There are only two simple characters of Zhang Han engraved on the bottom.

Zhang Han pinched it in his hand and looked at it several times, as if the awkward and shy look of Ji Kai from the previous life when he sent it appeared in front of his eyes.

"I picked up a stone and carved it casually." Ji Kai threw a bare bloodstone seal on the desk, his neck was blushing, and his eyes were fixed on the beams of the roof. "Didn't you break yours last time?" Jade? This will be paid back to you."

Zhang Han was leaning on the low couch behind the desk with a volume of military books in his hand, glanced at Fang Yin, couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly raised the scroll to block it."Yeah" from the throat.

Seeing that he didn't even take a good look at him, Ji Kai couldn't hold back his face, so he grabbed Fang Yin again angrily, "It's fine if you don't like it. I don't care to give it to you."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to jump out of the window.

Zhang Han casually grabbed the belt by the side of the couch, threw it out with a raised hand, and pulled him back to the desk.

Ji Kai was very annoyed and struggled with the restraint of the belt, "The clothes in the blue sky and the day are not neat, and they are pulled and pulled with a broken belt. Look at how you look like a general!"

Zhang Han didn't pay attention to him, stood up and stretched his arms to reach into his arms, touched back the square seal of the bloodstone, and put it into his arms.He lay back on the couch as if he had no bones, picked up the book just now and read it again.

Ji Kai was so angry that he wrestled in front of the desk for a while before leaving on his own.

Zhang Han heard him jumping out of the study room, and heard him rising and falling out of the general's mansion, then he covered the scroll on his face, and laughed under the scroll.

Zhang Han withdrew his thoughts and put the bloodstone in his pocket. After 1000 years, the memory of his previous life returned to his body in this way, and it was really difficult for him to adapt for a while.

Suddenly, he couldn't tell who he was, and who Ji Kai was.

At the bottom of the wooden box is a letter, which is also the newest looking thing in this wooden box.

Zhang Han opened the letter that had been written for a few days, and first took a look at the inscription—the No. 12 descendant of King Mu and the Chen family: Chen Lianxiang.

Looking at the name, Zhang Han's starry eyes of old grandma Chen appeared in front of his eyes.

It turns out that Grandma Chen has been called by this name for twelve generations. Time flies so fast. Zhang Han sighed softly and continued to read the contents of the letter.

"Your benefactor, Lianxiang respectfully pays homage.

Lianxiang inherits the teachings of the ancestors and guards the mausoleum of Duke En, but I, King Mu, have passed on for thousands of years, and finally my sons and grandchildren withered and no one succeeded me.

I have passed the age of [-], and I am afraid that I will not be able to fulfill the will of my ancestors in my lifetime, so I pray day and night with my dying body.

Fortunately, God has shown mercy, allowing me to meet my benefactor and complete my mission.Once I go there, I can meet my ancestors, and then I can repay the Chen family's thousand-year wish.

When benefactor saw this letter, I had probably returned to life with my ancestors.

Mu Wang and the Chen family are grateful for the kindness of my benefactor for leaving me a line of incense, and I still have a word to offer: keep the green hills. "

Zhang Han stared at the last few words on the letter, always feeling that although he recalled the past life, there must be something else that he didn't know.

And what he doesn't know is the most important thing.

Taoist nun Xuanmeng knew about those things, and Grandma Chen also knew about them...

Unfortunately……

Zhang Han recalled that when they left Lao Chen's house before going to the grave, the thin figure of Grandma Chen standing at the door under the moonlight, her nose was a little sore.

This old lady guards such a secret handed down from her ancestors alone. For a so-called "benefactor" she has never seen before, she has survived the war and famine for 90 years. Dare to stay away.

As a result, the number of descendants is so thin that there is not even one person who can inherit the secret art of King Mu of their family.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and I wish you all a Happy New Year in advance.New Year's Day is coming, everyone, don't forget to read the article~