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The osmanthus is golden and the air is fragrant.

In a blink of an eye, September has entered, and the weather has turned colder, as if autumn has begun.

Cardamom that went to Ziling has not returned yet and has no news.

Because of this, Ling Zihan was very worried, so he sent Xia Yang and Feng Zhuang to search. They had just set off a few days ago, estimating the time. If they were traveling all day and night, they would almost have arrived.

Hope to find cardamom.

Ling Zihan sat in the huge study room, with huge bookshelf embedded in the wall on the three walls behind him, and books were filled with books. If you want to go up, you must walk down the ladder. Ling Zihan happened to sit on a ladder in front of the book wall opposite the door, holding a book of history in the country in one hand and the iron box of exquisitely carved black gold in the other hand, swaying his legs thoughtfully without saying a word.

It was not until a sound came from under the ladder that Ling Zihan came to his senses.

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The voice, which was obviously a honorable title, but did not show any respect, almost roared from the mouth of the boy under the ladder.

Hearing the sound, Ling Zihan came back to his senses, raised the book in his hand, and smashed it at the boy.

"It's so noisy, your name is Soul!"

The book hit the boy's head with great accuracy, causing the boy to hold his head and exclaim in pain, with his eyes extremely "resentful", but there was more dissatisfaction among them.

He couldn't figure out why his descendant of the royal family, the future crown prince and emperor, was used as a target by this woman? Every time, no matter what she had at hand, she would greet him at any time. It was like last time he was in class, but she smashed her inkstone and smashed it down, causing blood to flow from his forehead. Fortunately, the hole was not deep and hidden in his hair, so he did not break his face. However, after that incident, he learned about the "demonic nature" of this woman, which was too dangerous and had never lenient to him, and seemed to have never considered his identity at all.

And that inkstone was a trivial matter, and it was really terrible. He didn't even dare to think about it now, let alone let him disobey her again.

However, there are many other improvements as she learns, but the best one is to avoid it. Avoid her sudden attack and avoid any thing at her hand. But the devil is one foot taller, and there are few things that the girl has been flirting with.

The only time he avoided was the "broken box" in her hand. Just a few days ago, when he saw her holding the box in a daze in class, he felt curious and wanted to take it over and take a look. But before his hand could go down, he saw her raise her hand, subconsciously meaning that she was going to smash it, so he ran away, but he didn't feel the pain for a long time.

Originally, he thought Ling Zihan had missed the move, so he turned around and laughed at her in preparation. But before he could laugh, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. Ling Zihan did not smash him with the thing, but maintained the original appearance, holding the box in one hand and supporting his chin in the other, and continued to stare at the black box in a daze.

But I have never seen her open that box, never.

However, he could see that Ling Zihan cared about the box very much. He could even feel that she had never opened the box, and she was eager to open it.

Of course, he also wanted to know what exactly was that something that made her care so much!

Well? By the way, before introducing it, he is the new student of Ling Zihan after taking office, the extremely noble Emperor Changsun of the Western Dynasty, and Xuanyuan Kuhe.

According to rumors, the young man who was stubborn, had evil deeds and was as ugly as a mountain, but no one dared to bully him. But these comments were suppressed one by one because of Ling Zihan. This probably corresponds to the sentence, "There are green mountains and buildings outside the mountain", or "The evil people will be beaten by the evil people."

If you ask who the evil person is?

For him, except for the Nine Emperor Uncle who still loves him, the only woman in front of him is left.

"Damn, woman, you're ruining me again... me!" Even though he was scolding unhappily, Xuanyuan Kuhe stopped talking and changed the title of Emperor Grandson, which Ling Zihan didn't like very much, to "me".

The blood-red demonic eyes were rippling, and with the movement of turning and raising their eyes, the faint, tiny gaze shot towards him. The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and more demonic aura was dyed. Even after watching it many times, I still couldn't help but my back was stiff. However, there was obviously no initial sense of fear on my mouth, at least the voice was clear, and I was not fighting with my teeth.

"Don't, don't look at me like that. No matter what bad ideas you have, accept them all. Otherwise, when my mother comes, I will definitely sue you!" Xuanyuan Kuhe was really afraid of Ling Zihan. He remembered what his young servant said yesterday, and his mother was really coming to ask about her homework today, so he simply threatened her.

Ling Zihan ignored him, raised her eyebrows and looked at him, then lowered her eyes, looked down at her hands, remembering that the book was thrown out by herself, and then looked up at the table in the distance. At the hands not far from the boy, she was posing a book she had just taken, and then she spoke after seeing the name on her head.

"How is the book written?"

"Looking at you, I can carry it." Xuanyuan Kuhe laughed and said.

Unfortunately, Ling Zihan heard it, "What did you say?"

"Uh, I said...Sir, you have been looking at the thing in your hand for a few days. Why, can't you open it?"

Ling Zihan narrowed his eyes.

If he couldn't open it, this kid actually knew that she couldn't open it?! Not bad, he had good observation skills, and he trained to suppress his problems that had been spoiled since childhood. He might be a good child.

Seeing that Ling Zihan still didn't speak, Xuanyuan Kuhe thought he had guessed correctly and smiled even more proudly, with a little bit of confidence. "Haha, I guessed right, how about it? Why don't you let me try it? If you ask me, I will help you open this broken box!"

"You?" Ling Zihan smiled faintly and sniffed, "Cut with an axe or a serrated saw? Forget it, you should write your book well! Oh, I remind you that the time for an incense stick is almost up and I can't finish memorizing it, so I'll wait to be punished!"

After saying that, Ling Zihan put away the iron box, climbed down the ladder, walked to the desk in the center, picked up a miscellaneous note that was placed aside, or, it should be said that its other name - Ziling Notes.

This book was released from the historian's cloak room. It was covered with dust and it was a while ago. I think it wouldn't be discovered even if it came out. There were so many dusts, the historian probably hadn't read much!

In fact, she had finished reading this book half a month ago, and she was still watching it during the past half month.

Over and over again, never tire of it.

However, she never understood the record of the Zi family, like the royal family in the Western Dynasty, not only had a magnificent system, but she only chose one lineage. This lineage was like the one when the Western Dynasty started, with this legendary mythological color. It was probably a rendering!

She didn't believe that Emperor Mang dominated the Central Plains and swept away the nations. He created the current Western Dynasty because of the help of gods or the son of gods. It sounded a bit like an ancient Chinese mythology, proclaiming that the emperor was the son of gods and the people were the people of gods. In this way, he could win over the hearts of the people and better control people with faith. But the Zi family's passage was a bit absurd, saying that there was a pure bloodline among them, belonging to the son of the "Nine-tailed Fox Fairy". The record was extremely simple, but the system was written magically. How could people believe this? Should they say that Zi Chen's ancestor was a fox demon?

Human beast...a very heavy taste.

Ling Zihan shook his head and soon turned the end of the record. Looking at the records about Zi Chen, he thought to himself: The Zi family is all national masters. If they are descendants of the "Nine-tailed Fox Fairy", they are probably more convincing! At least, in the eyes of the public, the children given by the sacred beast Nine-tailed Fox have the ability to be in heaven. Just like the Son of God, it is faith, the best way to win over the hearts of the people and control people's thoughts. Similarly, it is also a way to maintain the status of the Zi family in the past dynasties to inherit the status of the national master.

The difference is that the emperor's belief that the emperor is the Son of God is widely promoted and subtly entered the hearts of the people, passed down from generation to generation, and is indestructible. However, the affairs of the Zi family are hidden, which seem even more mysterious and mysterious. However, even if the same method is not used, the same effect has been achieved, making the status of the national teacher seem extremely noble and sacred in the hearts of the people.

But Ling Zihan always felt strange. The Zi family in this record was too clear and there was no excessive **, and it was even more impossible to have any critical words. Every thing was recorded just right, which made her feel that something was trying to cover up, full of "lies".

——Brother, Zixing, Yan.

His eyes were gaze before the record about Zi Chen.

Ling Zihan reached out to touch the few small words, and the things I saw that day appeared in his mind again, and a vague mystery surfaced. She was right, and the gentleman had indeed had a brother, but there was only four short words about this brother, and there was nothing else.

The mystery of my life experience I just saw was broken.

However, new problems arise.

Logically speaking, this child who died in the premature term had no name. The later records of the teacher said that the teacher was named when he was one year old, and his real name was Zichen, which means "Star" with the two brothers. The name Zichen was later changed after inheriting the position of the national master. Because of the rules of the Western Dynasties, each national master of the Zi family had to use the emperor's clan name. The first national master of the founding country was called Zimang.

So, in this way, since Zixing has a name, he must have lived past his first year. Moreover, the portrait hanging in the secret room looks about the same age as his husband. If that were the case, there would be life stories to write. But why didn't he record more? Even who his mother was, there was no information.

And what kind of connection does this person have with Mingzhu and the others?

Why are Mingzhu and the others' portraits hanging next to the Zi family?

What secret is hidden in those two houses, that secret room, and the iron box in her hand that she has not opened yet?

The more I thought about it, the less uncomfortable it felt. Ling Zihan sighed in a low voice.

At this time, Xuanyuan Khe, a student, called Ling Zihan again.

"Sir?" This time, his voice was softer than before, and compared to their first meeting, it was much better. Obviously, it was wiped out the spoiledness of the second generation ancestor who thought he was arrogant.

"Are you really doing this?" Thinking that he was unwilling to study, Ling Zihan raised his eyebrows impatiently and looked at him with a slight look.

But I heard him say, "Sir, I've finished memorizing it."

"Well..." Ling Zihan paused, and seemed to pull back from his thoughts. He turned to him and pointed at him, "Then the get out of class will be over and you can get out."

"gentlemen."

He cried again, but this time, before he could say anything, he was blocked by Ling Zihan, "What's the matter again! Can you finish it all at once?"

Xuanyuan Kuhe had never seen Ling Zihan like this before, and even he could feel her annoyance. After hesitating, he looked at Ling Zihan again and said, "Hey, I don't care about you. Do you really don't need me to help you see it? I've made a small fucking jar and touched the jar and did everything. I have opened many treasure boxes of my mother. Unlocking, that's a slight meaning, I..."

"I'm done? After that, I'm done, get out!" Before he could continue bragging, Ling Zihan waved his hand, pointed to the direction of the door, asked him to leave, and added, "If you are reluctant to leave, stay. I don't mind you memorizing more things."

The pure and majestic eyes floated on the eyes, and the corner of his mouth was extremely cold, which made Xuanyuan Kuhe, who felt that he was almost used to it, shivered suddenly.

He snorted softly, and he murmured in a low voice, "I don't want you to touch me, I'm not interested in it." Then he angrily turned out and walked away gradually.

When she passed by the gate, she followed the instructions of the Crown Princess to pick up Xuanyuan Kuhe's maid. She was startled by the movements inside, as if she had been frozen halfway. In fact, she was stunned by Ling Zihan's words.

This is the first time she has heard someone scolding the emperor and Changsun so bluntly, and scolding him so righteously, without any fear.

She is probably the first person in this huge school.

After he left, Ling Zihan sat for a while, looked at some books about the settings of the mechanism. He looked at one of the boxes and looked at the black gold iron box for a while. He couldn't find any problems, so he gave up.

She finished tidying up the desktop, climbed up the ladder, put a few books back on her head, and sorted out the bookshelf by the way.

But when he turned around, he accidentally brought a book. When he looked up, he realized that when he was tidying up the bookshelf, the book accidentally pressed the ribbon on his clothes.

Looking down at the book that was thrown away, Ling Zihan patted the dust on his hands, climbed down the ladder, squatted down, and was about to pick up the book.

"Huh?" Ling Zihan picked up the scattered pages.

She stared at the picture above and thought of the secret box of the instrument that she used in her previous life, which was cleverly storing jewelry. When she took back her mind, she found the first few pages of the scattered pages connected from the ground. After reading the narrative above, her shiny eyes immediately raised her surprise.

There is a door!

There is definitely a door!

Ling Zihan took out the box, used the tip of his nails to pick out a thin piece of iron in the middle, then pushed a piece of thin piece, dug out a piece of iron wire, stood it up, circled it a few times, and pressed down.

After rushing around for a while, with a crisp "click" sound, the heavy box finally opened.

Inside, there is a piece of paper.

Open it, only one line of words is written on it.
Chapter completed!