Zhang Qilu placed five photos on the table, one indoor photo in the middle and four outdoor photos around it.
"Xiyue, these four outdoor photos, judging from the Zhang family, these four photos must have been taken a long time apart. The four scenes seem to have nothing to do with each other, but pay attention to the corners of the four photos."
"Young Marshal, yes, although it's only a little bit, I think it was taken around the same building, and this building has a bit of a royal look."
Zhang Qilu trusts Li Xiaoxiao without reservation. He knows that no one understands the royal family better than Xiaoxiao.
"Then this indoor photo is probably the inside of this building."
"Our trip this time was really a mistake. We went to Peking first, and then we went to visit the old Zhu family's palace."
"Why is it the palace of the old Zhu family?" Zhang Qilu asked
"Because as the saying goes, a king will die in his country, and he does what he says. He still looks a bit royal."
One day later, when Zhang Qilu and Li Xiaoxiao walked out of the train station, they looked up and saw the Zhengyang Gate Tower and the majestic city wall. Anyone who saw this scene for the first time should be shocked by their majesty and magnificence, but these two The young men sighed in unison. All they see in their eyes is twilight.
The Zhang family has their own house in Peiping. This is not a courtyard house, but a Western-style two-story villa. European crystal chandeliers, Persian handmade carpets, and United States leather sofas. Those Japanese furniture that were neither Chinese nor Western were luxurious no matter what era they were in, but what Zhang Qilu saw was distorted.
Adjutant Gan did not dare to leave Zhang Qilu at this moment.
Zhang Qilu began to issue orders after he sat down on the sofa. The first order is to ask people to buy roast duck. The second order is to publish it in the newspaper.
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"In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, but when I woke up, I was already the person in the dream. The young marshal is going to hold a dance party in Peiping. But, what do the master's two words mean? Does the young marshal want to find the lover of his dreams?"
Hearing this, the man who was eating at the same table suddenly spit out all the noodles in his mouth. He snatched the newspaper from the hands of the little disciple next to him and read it seriously. Then he burst into laughter. A strange tune began to hum in his mouth.
"In these years, alone, the wind has passed, the rain has passed, there have been tears, and there have been mistakes. Remember what you insist on. Friends walk together for life. Those days are no longer..."
There was something strange about the four people eating at this table. There was a handsome and handsome monk in his forties. Also eating at the same table were three teenage children, a young monk, a little Taoist priest, and a bright-looking man. A pretty little girl.
The great monk said, "Master... Oh, I don't understand the problem. We won't eat noodles anymore. Master will take you to eat good food."
The little monk who solved the problem scratched his bald head and said, "Master, what's wrong with you recently? Why do you always call me Master?"
Pah, pah. The little monk's bare head was slapped twice by the big monk.
"Just leave as soon as I tell you. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
After saying that, the old monk pulled the little monk and left, and the little girl followed obediently. But another little boy dressed as a Taoist priest was still sitting at the table eating a bowl of noodles with no oil or water at all.
"Guo Xin, okay, don't eat, let's go." The little girl returned to the table, pulled the little Taoist priest and left.
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The entrance to Dashuai's villa was heavily guarded. At this time, a black car drove to the iron gate and was stopped by armed guards. The car window was opened, and a delicate hand stretched out and handed out a name card. Ten minutes later, the iron door was opened and the car drove in.
The car stopped at the door of the villa, and a young woman got out. She was wearing a small solid-color dress and a small felt hat. The black veil half covered her face. Although her face could not be seen clearly, she was in the yard at the moment. The eyes of all the soldiers on guard were attracted to her.
The girl walked in ecstasy, and several soldiers drooled at the sight. The door to the villa opened and the girl walked in. The door was immediately closed again.
Zhang Qilu and Li Xiaoxiao stood at the door and looked at this naturally charming girl.
Li Xiaoxiao stood up from behind Zhang Qilu and said, "Miss Mu Wanwan, I didn't know you were visiting in the middle of the night..."
Before Li Xiao finished his joke, Mu Wanwan took off her hat and said, "Qilu, it's me, Zishan." Then she rushed over to hug Zhang Qilu.
Zhang Qilu took a few steps back to let go of the enthusiastic Mu Wanwan.
"Zishan? Qilu? Miss Mu, what do you mean? I don't understand."
"I am a ranger, and you, Marshal Zhang, are a Taoist priest."
As she spoke, she looked at Li Xiyue.
Zhang Qilu still ignored her, half out of teasing. The next day after it was published in the newspaper, people came to tell them that Mengke had been coerced into confessing these things, and they found someone to pretend to be someone else. Zhang Qilu didn't believe it. But out of caution, he still needed to test it again.
"Miss Mu, where is your home and what do you do for a living?"
"Jiangnan Ancient Town, Mujia Douhua. By the way, I didn't have time to ask you last time, how are my father and Xiaoshan?"
Zhang Qilu stopped pretending when he heard this. This must be Muzishan, because the Mujia Douhua in Jiangnan Ancient Town did not exist in this era, so this person could only be Zishan. He stepped forward to hug Muzishan. Unexpectedly, Li Xiaoxiao stepped forward first and hugged Mu Zishan.
"Hello, Ranger. I am the princess."
The three of them sat down and began to talk about their experiences these days and their lives at this moment. There were only three of them in the entire villa at the moment, and Zhang Qilu was not afraid of being heard at all, because it was almost impossible to approach this place quietly without Zhang Qilu's six senses.
"The current Mu family is a businessman who came back from Nanyang. The business is very big. My name is Mu Wanwan now, and I am the eldest daughter of the Mu family. The origin of our family can be traced back to the Mu Mansion, Duke of Guizhou in the Ming Dynasty, that is, Prince Mu's Mansion in the early Ming Dynasty. After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the people of the Mu Mansion protected Emperor Yongli all the way south and fled to Burma. Later, Wu Sangui led troops to attack, and everyone thought that the Mu Mansion had been wiped out. However, a branch of the Mu family was arranged in advance. With most of the Mu family's belongings, they fled to Nanyang. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, our Mu family returned to China. As for you, you have bumped into each other in just four days. Tell us."
Muzishan has such a sweet female voice at the moment. Zhang Qilu felt somewhat awkward.
Zhang Qilu began to describe what happened in the past four days. From the moment he opened his eyes to getting on the train, he and Li Xiaoxiao's subsequent analysis was explained in detail. We talked for more than an hour.
After hearing this, Mu Zishan was a little discouraged and said, "As expected of you, you have figured out everything so quickly."
At this moment, the tiles on the roof suddenly made a soft sound.
"It's still careless. I really underestimated the heroes of the world."
After Zhang Qilu finished speaking, the three people present started to move.
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