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Chapter 263 My son Yuanxi
After hastily saying hello to Zhang Hua and the others, Yu Jian ran out of the hotel holding the letter.She was eager to solve this mystery at the moment.

"Hey? What's the matter with this girl? You don't want any red envelopes?" Zhang Hua pinched a thick red envelope personally presented by Zhou Yuanzhou, feeling a little strange.

The second child next to him despised him: "You think everyone is like you, falling in the eyes of money..."

"If we don't make money and drink the northwest wind, we still have to support so many young apprentices!" Zhang Hua glanced at him and said.

Although there are many rules in the Man-Han Quanxi lineage, there is a legacy from the ancestors: those who are sent out as teachers must reciprocate.Zhang Hua and the others are used to it, and half of the money they earn goes to the disciples who have not yet graduated to buy ingredients.

The taxi roamed the streets and alleys of the capital, and soon arrived at the entrance of the alley.

The square book in her arms was scorching hot, which made Yu Jian's hands tighten again.There was no sound in the small courtyard, Yu Yuan followed her to the restaurant today, Grandma Yu...she should be taking a nap at this point.

Yu Jian looked at the slightly yellowed but well-preserved old booklet in front of her, and suddenly her throat moved, her fingers groped for a long time on the blank cover, and then slowly opened the first page.

"The Qing palace was in so much trouble, and I was able to find a way out by myself today due to the great grace of the Holy Grace. I stayed at... Chang'an Gate, and thought about it..."

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Yu Jian felt sad and desolate, and tears burst out instantly.

This handwriting.

It really belonged to her master.

She was originally curious about how the paper on her desk could appear in modern times, and the origin of her master Zhong Wen was actually completely recorded.

Now, everything seems to be clear in front of my eyes.

Yu Qiming is her master Zhong Wen.

It's just that there is one more thing she doesn't understand, master, how can she live so long.From the Tang Dynasty to modern times, in the distance of thousands of years, did he find the secret technique of longevity...or...

Have the same experience as her?
She read each page carefully.But Yu Qiming's diary and letters came to an abrupt end one day.

Yu Jian fixedly looked at the date above: Gu Yu.

On the day of Guyu...what happened? !

After reading it several times in a row, there was still no clue, so Yu Jian closed the booklet dejectedly, lost in thought.

"Ah Jian?" There was a knock on the door, and Grandma Yu called her outside, "You child, don't say anything when you come back, it's almost evening, shall I cook for you?"

It was getting dark outside the window, and in the dark room, there was only one desk lamp emitting a dim and warm light, illuminating her face flickeringly.

It's almost six o'clock.

Yu Jian woke up suddenly, hurriedly pushed the chair away, stood up, and shouted outside: "Grandma, don't move, I'll come." Her arm accidentally caught the booklet, and as she stood up, it fell on the hand .

She picked it up in a hurry, and wiped off the dust on the surface distressedly, but inadvertently, she felt a small... dark pattern on the back cover.

After deciding, he touched his fingertips again.

This is where the secret letter is hidden.

After comparison, the back cover is indeed thicker than the cover.The two pages of thick paper that seem indistinguishable to others hide a mystery.

She hastily used a paper knife to carefully open the joints, and a thin piece of rice paper folded in pairs floated down.Under the light, a plum blossom in the lower corner is reflected.

She closed her eyes for an instant, hiding her constantly moist eyes.

"My son Yuanxi: I don't know if you can see the last letter written by my father. It's absurd to say that I died in the Tang Dynasty, but I didn't want to be reborn in the later generations. After thinking about it, I'm afraid it was my father's last letter. The blessing plate prayed by the abbot of Baohua Temple played a role. The master once said that death does not mean that the soul will be scattered. At that time, he scoffed, but he didn’t want to really answer the word of chance. The most regrettable thing in my life as a father is that I can’t be with you Recognizing each other dragged you into the muddy waters of the royal family again. The Yu family is full of loyalty, but it was finally destroyed by me..."

Tears, one drop after another, fell on the paper, blurred layers of ink, and lost my eyes.

Yu Jian's hands trembled, and she continued to look down.

"However, your elder brother went south to avoid disaster, and eventually formed his own line. When I woke up, it was the time of Guyu. Yu Qiming was persecuted and drowned in the lake. I never thought that I could replace him. Datang is gone, but The dispute is still unbroken. I have been a father all my life, but I have been looking for you all the time, but I don’t know where you were born and who you have become..."

It turned out that the master never gave up on her.

Tears poured down like a rain curtain, and Yu Jian couldn't cry.

In the end, there is Yu Qiming's last words: "In a blink of an eye, it will be Grain Rain again. I deeply feel the call from the heavens, and I am afraid it will not be long. I leave this last note in the letter, and hope that one day, my son Yuanxi can see... Yu Shi, won't die."

……

Yu Yuan approached his sister cautiously and poked her on the back.

No movement.

My sister has maintained this position for a long time.

The water in the pot is about to come out.

He bit his finger and shouted: "Sister, the water is boiling!"

"Oh." Yu Jian hurriedly returned to her senses, and covered the hot pot with her bare hands...

"Hiss—" With a gasp, she withdrew her hand and shook it desperately.Sure enough, it was severely burned.

Yu Yuan hurriedly tiptoed to turn on the faucet: "Hurry up, run it with cold water!" What happened to my sister?Why are you so absent-minded——

Yu Jian shook her head, suppressed the loss and sadness in her heart, and smiled apologetically at Yu Yuan: "My sister was distracted, I'm sorry."

Yu Yuan was very serious: "It's sister, you got burned, what are you sorry for?" After speaking, he looked at her flushed palm with a cold face, and pursed his lips.

I blame myself for being too young, otherwise I would be able to cook by myself without my sister.My sister must have been too tired recently and didn't have time to take a good rest, so she was in a hurry.

After the heat dissipated slightly, Yu Jian dried her hands. Although there was still a hint of pink, it was not as scary as the initial scarlet.Qianqian patted his younger brother on the head and pushed him out of the kitchen: "Go outside and wait, it will be fine soon."

Yu Yuan froze and refused to leave, and stubbornly raised his face to look at him: "I won't leave! I'll be here with you."

He has to watch his sister, maybe something will happen later...

Yu Jian couldn't hold back him, so she could only let him stand far away, so as not to be splashed by the oil wick.Sighing slightly, she slowly slashed into the oil pan into the waist flower slices with a flower knife.

The onion is used as the base, the waist slices are blooming, poured with hot wine, and sprinkled with salt.These movements, which she has been doing since she was a child, seem to be half-engraved in her bones. No matter how complicated her thoughts are, she can never go wrong.

After the steaming dishes came out of the pan, Yu Yuan carefully arranged the bowls and chopsticks, and when everyone was on the table, he put a piece of waist into his mouth.

"Bah!" Just after chewing a mouthful, he wrinkled his face and spat it out again.

Grandma Yu: "You child, what are you doing?"

Yu Yuan pointed at the waist and said with a weeping face, "It's too bitter——"

(End of this chapter)