The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 28 Hidden
Qijiang was planning to show off his kung fu with his younger brother, when he suddenly saw Zhu Juanjuan appearing not far from the door of the bookstore.

In a panic, he quickly threw away the brick, and wiped his hands with a handkerchief over and over again.

One of Zhang Xiaofa's sleeves was pulled vigorously, only to hear the second elder brother urging in a low voice:

"Third brother, quickly see if my hairstyle is messed up."

He suppressed a smile: "I bet you are the most handsome in the whole street."

Zhu Juanjuan walked in front of them, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and smiled like a flower.

"I found some biographies of the royal family in the late Qing Dynasty written in Manchu," she shook the bag in her hand, "here are all of them."

Qijiang reached out to pick it up: "It's so heavy, you worked hard to carry it all the way. Take a break and give it to me."

He took the book bag, took out a few books and looked at them: "The biographies of the Qing Dynasty royal family? It's in Manchu, and it's stamped with the official seal. Where did you find it?"

Zhu Juanjuan pulled them aside, "Hold on softly, I borrowed this from the museum, don't tell outsiders."

She said with some regret: "Unfortunately, I can't understand it. Which of you two understands Manchu?"

Qijiang pointed to Xiaofa and said proudly: "My third younger brother understands it, so give it to him."

Looking at the heavy bag of books, Xiaofa felt immense pressure.

A strong sense of responsibility made him pat his chest decisively: "I've packed these books!"

Ms. Zhu gave an overview of the process of finding information.

Last night, she went to the study to find her father, and chatted about the past of the second wife of the Gu family.

Mr. Zhu was practicing calligraphy calmly, and when he heard his daughter talk about a sensitive topic, he mistakenly thought that she had taken a fancy to a certain son of the Gu family.

Throwing the brush aside, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

Desperate to pour cold water on her, he took the key and opened a drawer that was always tight, and took out a package of materials and threw it on the table:

"Juanjuan, who are they in their family, look carefully!"

Zhu Juanjuan picked up the stack of materials, and the lines of words were shocking, making him feel chills all over his body.

Finally unable to read any more, there was a "pop", and my hands trembled
, the materials were scattered all over the place.

"Father, is it all true? Colluding with warlords to rob graves, plundering rare cultural relics and selling them overseas..."

The kind and gentle faces of Qilan and Qijiang flashed in front of my eyes, I couldn't believe that Mr. Gu was such a person.

The father let out a sigh, and then he took out a small wooden box from the bookcase, opened it and handed it to his daughter.

Two things in the box: a gorgeous emerald and gold ring, exquisite;
The other thing shocked her: it was a section of woman's nails as beautiful as the root of an onion.

"Don't be afraid, these are all left by the second wife."

Mr. Zhu calmly took out the ring and looked at it carefully in the palm of his hand, as if he was talking to an invisible old friend.

"She must have been beautiful back then...how did you keep her things?"

She realized that her father had different feelings for the second wife, so she mustered up the courage to ask.

Mr. Zhu looked at his daughter frankly, "I have heard her sing opera, and I am her opera fan and friend. Once I went to the mansion, she secretly entrusted me to keep this box as a souvenir. I will not go afterwards."

He does not intend to disclose further details.

She understood what her father meant, so she wisely stopped asking.

She thought to herself, what Mr. Gu did was illegal, and the second wife's disappearance might have something to do with it.

Well, if we can search all the way through the family background of the second wife, can we find clues...

She went to the Royal Museum early in the morning.

I found several biographies of the royal family in the late Qing Dynasty in one go, and told the curator that I needed to do research on Qing history, and begged him to give special approval to lend it out for my father's sake.

Then he rushed to join them without stopping.

Due to the need for confidentiality, she did not tell the matter involving Mr. Gu in front of Qijiang, hoping to have a chance to talk to Qilan alone.

Relying on female intuition, Zhu Juanjuan noticed Qi Jiang's obsessive eyes looking at him.

Quickly think of a reasonable reason to take the third young master away.

After reading the stack of materials last night, thinking of what happened to the second wife, I instinctively wanted to draw a line between the young master Gu and the second young master who pursued me.

She smiled at Qi Jiang friendly: "I saw you bought some books last time, and there is a thread-bound one among them, can you lend me to read?"

After hearing this, Qi Jiang couldn't wait to see what he wanted, so of course he was straightforward: "Okay, do you want to watch it today?"

"Yes, there are no new books at home recently. Qilan and I are waiting for you here, can you please go home and get them? Thank you."

"No problem, I'll go back right away, please wait for me where I am."

Filled with joy, Qi Jiang turned around and ran away, as if he had picked up a gold ingot by the side of the road.

Seeing his sincerity, Zhu Juanjuan felt a little sorry for using this to "deceive" him.

But thinking that the matter of the second wife was more important, she couldn't care less about getting entangled in this trivial matter.

Seeing Qijiang running away, she walked into the boy and whispered, "Qilan, I talked with my father for a long time last night. I have some secrets. I just want to tell you. Let's choose a place to talk about it."

Zhang Xiaofa followed her into a tea house near the bookstore.

In order to ensure that the conversation would not be eavesdropped, the waiter was specially asked to find an independent private room.

She closed the door tightly and knocked a few times, thinking that the sound insulation effect was not bad, so she asked him to sit down in a seat far from the door, and recounted the content of the conversation with her father, including the materials and details of the box.

At first, I was still worried, afraid that the little boy would not be able to accept it, but I didn't expect him to be very strong.

While listening to her calmly, he discussed with her some possible doubts.

The thinking response is quite sensitive, and there are not many words but every question hits the point.

The boy suddenly interrupted her politely, "Miss Zhu, let's go back to the bookstore quickly. If the second brother is taking a car, he will already be here."

They left the teahouse together, and before they reached the agreed place, they saw Qijiang waiting there.

Xiaofa was shocked: "He really has a good physique. He ran back and came here by car. It only took a cup of tea."

The second young master ran back and forth, not even a drop of sweat came out of his face.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is not the physical fitness of ordinary scholars.

The standing posture is straight, and there is a heroic air between the eyebrows.

Could it be...could it be that they practiced martial arts in Japan...

Qi Jiang didn't blame them for not keeping their promise.

In fact, I saw the two of them coming out of the teahouse earlier, so I just deliberately kept it secret.

The best thing about the Second Young Master's character is that he has great trust in those close to him, and he always thinks of the best in everything.I also blamed myself for keeping them waiting for a long time:
Ms. Zhu spent money to buy tea for her third younger brother. This tea should have been bought by an older brother.
With a blushing face, Qi Jiang took out the thread-bound book she was talking about from the cowhide schoolbag she was carrying, and handed it over with both hands.

At the same time, there was another gift: a beautiful little wind chime, which I bought from a seaside city in Japan.

Miss Zhu took the two things, and felt even more sorry for Qi Jiang: Next time, don't lie to him...

Just like Zhang Ailing's words: If you like someone, you will be humbled into the dust, and then flowers will bloom.

　During the period of the Republic of China, many precious cultural relics were lost overseas.Some of the content mentioned in this novel has prototypes.Not exactly fictional history.

　　
　
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