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Fang Ziyu was in a drowsy sleep when he suddenly heard someone's voice at the gate of the courtyard.

He put on his clothes, raised the candlestick at hand and walked out. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a group of parrot guards in dark green costumes, holding torches, expressionless, and soon stood two rows in front of the door.

At first he thought it was Chu Shao who had returned, until Zhou Lanmu, who was dressed in white, walked out from the crowd yawning.

"Fourth son, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pinned down by the two parrot guards and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhou Lanmu narrowed his eyes and ignored him: "I will search the study in the backyard myself. The paintings and calligraphy in the front porch are not allowed to be moved. In the rest of the place, search carefully. You must find what the eldest son wants to see."

The group of parrot guards didn't say much, simply answered "yes" and scattered.

Only then did Fang Ziyu come to his senses, raised his head and said in disbelief, "The general trusts you so much, you—"

Zhou Lanmu still ignored him, and walked leisurely past him to the backyard.

Fang Ziyu broke free from the parrot guards around him like crazy, and shouted behind him: "You actually sold the general, he trusts you so much, you actually join forces with Qi's dog thief!"

Zhou Lanmu paused, turned around and said "uh", "I heard that Master Ziyu insulted the eldest son. The general's family has been dissatisfied with the eldest son for a long time, and it happened to convict his master."

Fang Ziyu's curse could still be heard behind him, Zhou Lanmu curled his lips indifferently, and continued walking to the backyard. Just as he reached the door of the study, he saw Fang He standing aside, waiting for him.

Fang He is a national player of the Taiyuan Hospital, and he has been following him in the past. After the Dingfeng Rebellion, he was suppressed. He wanted to report his old age and return home, but Chu Shao said that he was not feeling well after many years of fighting, so he insisted on staying in Zhongyang.

He is the only one who knows Zhou Lanmu's body best, so the two have always had some contact in private.

"My adopted son has a good relationship with Chu Shao, and he has a very stupid head." Seeing him walking slowly, Fang He sighed, "You say you, don't tell me what you did, you send Chu Shao to Zhao Prison where?"

"Da Nei Dian Xing Temple is a good place," Zhou Lanmu stretched out his hand and opened the door of the study, and replied with a smile, "General Xiao Chu has sent so many people in, so it's time for me to experience it myself."

Fang He followed him in, and said angrily: "Don't be too happy, I've watched around these years, and I don't think Chu Shao is that kind of ungrateful person. At the beginning, that old thief Wei Shuqing wanted to be here After I left Zhongyang, I silenced him, even though Chu Shao pretended to be stupid and kept me in his mansion, after all, he saved my life."

"Physician Fang is a national champion. He will not be injured when he marches and fights. You are a useful person to him." Zhou Lanmu walked in and lighted a candlestick at hand, "Of course the useful person must be kept."

Fang He sighed and said, "You are very stubborn and never listen to people's persuasion—that's all, let's see what he has in his study first."

The study room of the General's Mansion is the place with the strictest guards on weekdays. If Chu Shao is in the mansion, he spends most of the time in the study room. If he is not there, Fang Ziyu and a group of guards are also guarding it.Even though Lu Yangchun was very powerful, he never sneaked in.

"Yangchun came back from the southeast with you?" Fang He asked behind Zhou Lanmu, "He pretended to be fake, but he didn't let Chu Shao see his flaws. Don't think that Chu Shao is stupid. He has fought for so many years. , People can be thieves."

The furnishings in the study are very sparse and ordinary, just a few neat rows of bookshelves, a carved wooden table, and the chair in front of the table seems to have been left unoccupied for a long time, and there is a thick layer of dust on it.

"Anyway, that's what I taught you," Zhou Lanmu touched the ashes on the chair, and frowned in distaste, "I don't need to turn around to know how many tails he has. What else does he have besides being a wolf? I don't know."

He put down the candle in his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then walked around the innermost bookshelf, reached out and touched for a while, and sure enough, he touched the secret chamber mechanism behind the vase.

He had been in the secret room of the General's Mansion before, and this mansion and the original Prince's Mansion were built by the most skilled craftsman in Suzhou, Gongshu Wuyu - this man also built a secret imperial tomb for Emperor Qingyuan, and remodeled the palace of the Great Indian Dynasty. The structure of the imperial palace was secretly removed by Emperor Qingyuan, and what was left became an eternal swan song.

He walked around the bookshelf in front of him with ease, and walked in through the door of the darkest secret room.

His eyes were not very good in the dark, and he almost bumped directly into the antique shelf directly opposite. Fang He walked in after him, and quickly lit three candles to illuminate the dark space a little.

Zhou Lanmu calmed down, and turned his head to look at this secret room—it seemed that no one came to this secret room on weekdays, and most of the things were covered with thick white silk and satin, except for the antique shelf at the entrance. Ordinary pens, inks, papers and inkstones, men's clothing, but looked spotless.

In the center of the secret room is a large copper censer with exquisite carvings and burnt incense powder.Fang He put some under his nose, but smiled in surprise: "Oh, this is sandalwood."

Sandalwood——was the favorite spice used by Prince Chengyang.

Zhou Lanmu flicked his fingers, held up the candle at hand and turned it around twice, but found nothing - there was not even a place to sit in this secret room.The white silk and satin are of different sizes, and I don't know what is covered.

Chu Shao has been staying in this study room on weekdays, the chairs outside the secret room are covered with thick dust, and there is not even a place to sit in the secret room, so what is he usually doing?

Fang He's voice sounded behind him: "Your Highness, come and have a look at this, my old eyes are dim, I can't see clearly..."

He looked back and saw that Fang He was holding a thick stack of letter paper in his hand.

The top one had already been opened by him, Zhou Lanmu took it, bowed his head and scanned it, and saw a sentence first: "My wife, Chengyang, see the words like faces."

It seemed that something had been poured into the blood, it was cold and numb, which made him tremble a little.

Zhou Lanmu held the letter silently and continued to look down.

Chu Shao's handwriting was not very good-looking in the past, and it was crooked and crooked. After he brought him back from Chunshen Academy and lived in the Prince's Mansion, he taught him hand in hand for a long time before he learned the flowing script.

It’s just that he himself doesn’t like to write cursive, but prefers a sharper thin gold style. Chu Shao has protested more than once, and wants to learn thin gold style, saying that this is a good word for “writing with style”.

But now... where is the strength of character?

Scattered into mud and dust.

"My wife in Chengyang, see the words like faces."

"Although I prefer to call you the prince's elder brother, I put this sentence at the beginning of the letter as usual, just like the 130 letter you sent to the Western Region, the words at the beginning of the letter-'Yuanjia, my brother, Zhanxin Ankang'."

Zhou Lanmu thought lightly, when the love was strong that day, there was chaos in the western field, and Chu Shao led the troops to go north to Marriage Chishan.

But when I really spread out the letter paper and dipped my pen in ink, I had no choice but to write "My younger brother Yuanjia, Zhanxin Ankang".

"From now on, I will write a letter to the king, and I will burn a letter to pay homage in the next day. I hope that the evil spirits under the Nine Netherworld will not disturb, and the road to death will be peaceful and happy. I can't think about it. I pray for treasure, Shaobi."

Very short letter.

Zhou Lanmu looked at the handful in Fang He's hand, and the countless letters in a wooden box behind him, frowned and said, "Where did you find it?"

"It's on the antique shelf at the entrance," Fang He curled his lips, "I saw the exquisiteness of this wooden box, so I took it down to have a look, who only saw so many letters - look at this wooden box, there are three more. "

All these letters were addressed to him?

Zhou Lanmu moved closer stiffly, and carefully sized up the ancient shelf at the entrance. He didn't look carefully just now, and was really shocked when he approached with a candle.

On the shelf are all his old things.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all regulated by the royal family, and the pen holder is engraved with the word "wind" in seal script, as well as the wear marks that he is very familiar with.The man's clothes... seem to be the cloak of the past, dark purple and gold, and black fox fur.

Zhou Lanmu stretched out his hand to brush the smooth fur, and suddenly remembered the many words Chu Shao had said to him.

"It's my dead wife."

"I've only loved one person in my life, and if he's dead, I'll never love anyone else..."

He knew that this person had been with him for a long time, and there were some things that he couldn't hide, such as the deep love he could see in the other person's eyes. He knew that Chu Shao must have loved him.

It's just that this feeling is extremely ethereal, and it's no match for one ten-thousandth of what he had back then. In the comparison of power, interests, and life, it's so light that it can't even compare with a feather.

Driven by hatred and unwillingness, he could even kill him personally.

He should have understood that the affection this man spoke of was nothing more than a fantasy, even if all these things were here—everything in the past had passed away, and remorse and pain were just tools to make him feel better.

Don't be fooled by him again.

Zhou Lanmu regained his composure and let out a long breath.

He threw the letter in his hand into the box, and sneered: "Who wouldn't be touched by himself? If you kill someone and hurt the spring and autumn, is it true repentance, or is it to make yourself feel better?"

Fang He said: "I watched you both grow up, does he really regret it..."

"Even if I really regret it, I won't forgive him," Zhou Lanmu quickly interrupted him, "Regret is the most boring and boring emotion in the world."

He turned around blankly and continued to turn around, but Fang He knew that the more expressionless he was, the greater the emotional turmoil in his heart.

So he sighed: "What are you looking for?"

"This secret room is messy and full of sundries, where did he write the letter from?" Zhou Lanmu reached out and knocked twice on the wall of the secret room, "If I'm not wrong, there may be a second floor in this secret room, but I've never been there before. , I don’t know where the agency is.”

He searched aimlessly for a long time, and finally said solemnly: "The things hidden in the second layer must be extremely important. Fang Ziyu is stubborn. It seems that Chu Shao can't die now, so ask first."

Just when the sound of the parrot guards queuing up came from outside, Zhou Lanmu blew out a candle at hand, and said: "Seal the general's mansion, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. Since I want to check the second floor, I will go to the palace and ask Chu about it." Say it again Shao."

Fang He responded, and deliberately walked a few steps slower. Sure enough, seeing Zhou Lanmu turn around when he reached the door of the secret room, he ordered in passing: "Seal the three wooden boxes and send them to my house."

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