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The thing wrapped in oiled paper looks familiar, the last time I saw it was at the bald head.

Fang Li poured out the things. Judging from the size and shape, it should still be a letter.

He had a hunch that the secrets in Guilou might be inextricably linked to this letter, otherwise the letter wouldn't be so hidden, and the painting would have to be burned to see it.

As soon as the oil paper was unwrapped, Fang Li was disappointed.

Zhu Yicheng also leaned back and shouted, "I'll go."

The copy seemed to be a joke on purpose for them. The letter that was worked out with so much painstaking efforts was ruined due to its age.

All they can see clearly is the opening sentence to xx and the name of the scholar at the end.

This is probably the only gain - the scholar is called "Xiang Xiuyuan".

Zhu Yicheng took the letter and carefully read the handwriting against the sunlight outside the window.

"'It's my nephew...I will pay you back.' Is this the word? Who can recognize it if it is so blurred?" He muttered a few words, and suddenly caught a glimpse of someone coming outside the window, hurriedly put away the letter, turned his head to face The other three said: "Quick, clean up quickly, the butler is here!"

They burned the paintings and made such a big fuss, and it was hard for the housekeeper not to notice the billowing smoke.

Fang Li hid the basin under the bed. It was a bit troublesome to deal with the ashes on the ground. When it was their turn to clean up, the housekeeper had already arrived outside the door.

Zhu Yicheng moved faster than the housekeeper, opened the door first, and blocked the door.

The moment he saw the person coming, he was stunned for a moment.

Standing outside the door was an old man with white hair and a stooped back. All exposed skin was wrinkled like ugly tree bark.

But the butler's clothes on his body, as well as those somewhat cold eyes, all showed that the old man in front of him was the butler he just met last night.

Although the butler is indeed old... But it doesn't seem to be that old, right? ?

The old butler who had turned gray all night spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, which startled Zhu Yicheng.

He looked at Zhu Yicheng with cold eyes, as if he wanted to see the situation in the house through him: "What did you do?"

It's hard for Zhu Yicheng to bite the bullet and flirt with the obviously weird old housekeeper at such a time: "I didn't do anything... just went back to sleep."

He glanced sideways at the room, Zhao Xiaotong and Yu Jiaxi had already cleaned up, they stood in a row and compared to him OK.

Zhu Yicheng felt relieved a little, and a doubt flashed in his heart: Where did Fang Li go?

But facing the old housekeeper, he didn't dare to lose his mind, so he repeated the words: "It's really nothing."

The old butler obviously didn't believe it.

If these disobedient guests hadn't done something they shouldn't have done, he wouldn't have aged so much within a cup of tea.

The old butler came here alone, without a single servant.

But the hand behind his back was holding a sharp dagger tightly, and the dagger was still shining coldly.

Looking at Zhu Yicheng's young and energetic face, the old housekeeper began to wonder how the skin felt.

It doesn't matter if the painting is lost, he doesn't have high requirements, as long as there are no serious birthmarks on the body, take good care of it, it is the best drawing paper.

Zhu Yicheng was ready for a stalemate with the housekeeper, but he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly pull out a dagger from behind.

The point of the knife pointed directly at his throat, Zhu Yi took a few steps back subconsciously, and the butler raised his leg and stepped in, but he underestimated the height of the threshold, or in other words, the degree of aging of his body.

So he didn't step in this time, and missed by a few centimeters. He stumbled firmly on the threshold, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably.

With a sound of "bang", the butler fell to the ground, Zhu Yicheng turned his head to look, and Fang Li stood aside, holding the "weapon" that knocked the butler unconscious - a mahogany chair in his hand.

"Go to the bag and get the rope." Fang Li was breathing a little short of breath, but soon calmed down, looking down at the housekeeper who fell on the ground, and said softly, "Tie it up."

Zhu Yicheng almost knelt down and called his father.

Ten years ago.

Guilou is very lively these two days, because it will be Miss Gui's birthday in two days.

Miss Gui is five years younger than Mr. Gui, and only a few servants in Guilou know why.

As early as when the old lady was alive, Mr. Gui was only three years old, and serious and minor illnesses had become commonplace.

The fortune teller said that the young man had cast himself in the wrong body. He was supposed to be a girl, but fell into the body of a man by mistake.And because he cast the wrong body, he only has half the soul in his body, and the other half has not yet cast.

The best way is to raise a girl before adulthood, and then make another plan after adulthood.

So at the age of three, Mr. Gui began to imitate his daughter's family wearing Luo skirts and pigtails. When he was five years old, he welcomed a little sister named Gui Wen.

Maybe the blind fortune-teller was really good at something, or maybe it was pure blood. The brothers and sisters of the Gui family, when the younger sister Gui Wen was 17 years old, was almost the same as her elder brother Gui Wen in terms of body shape and appearance.

The younger sister is healthier than her elder brother. She is lively and active, and even once dressed up as Mr. Gui and went for a stroll on the street.

Because outsiders have never seen her without makeup, and no one can recognize her.

On the day of Guiwen's 17th birthday, they agreed to go on stage and sing an opera together, and the song was Guiwen's favorite dream in the garden.

It's just that this time it's different from the past, Mr. Gui is wearing Du Liniang's white embroidered tie, and it's Gui Wen who is dressed as a scholar.

Neither of them expected that there would be a scholar who came to listen to the opera admiringly, and was fascinated by Du Liniang's mournful libretto.

Under all kinds of mistakes, a bad relationship has been buried since then.

When the butler woke up, the sky was covered with burning clouds, and it was all red, just like the fire that devoured everything ten years ago.

However, he couldn't feel sad in the next second, because he belatedly found that not only was he tied up, but a rag was stuffed in his mouth.

The gray one with a musty smell.

Shameful.

The old butler struggled violently, and the noise he made alarmed the four people sitting at the door.

Fang Li got up and walked over, his eyes were lowered, his posture was somewhat condescending.

The butler didn't move. He looked at the young man in front of him, and for a moment didn't understand what he was going to do.

In his opinion, Fang Li is the kind of gentle and harmless guest... Although this guest made a small mistake and took away those paintings, if he is willing to contribute his skin, he can be forgiven.

At this time, the housekeeper was still thinking about the human skin.

The next second, the gentle and harmless guest in his eyes squatted down, and said softly and harmlessly: "Sorry..."

The butler stared at him and said in his heart: It's okay, as long as you hand over your skin obediently, we don't need to pursue those paintings.

Under his gaze, Fang Li continued: "I didn't control the strength just now, and I accidentally made you faint for so long."

The old housekeeper: "...?!" His cloudy eyeballs began to quake.

"Just wake up," Fang Li smiled, took out an old gray-and-white photo from his pocket, and unceremoniously pointed it in front of the old housekeeper: "Let me explain this photo first."

On the mottled gray and white photo, two people can be vaguely seen standing together, one on the left and one on the right.

They are similar in stature and face. In Zhu Yicheng's words, standing together looks like playing together.

More importantly, these two faces are exactly the same as Mr. Gui's.