"That's natural. I have been determined since I was a child, not to develop my ancestors, nor to be the descendants of the Ji family. This is still a question." Ji Hu replied.

"So, please ask the young master, do you agree with your own claim and be ready to implement it with unswerving determination?"

Ji Hu thought about it, raised his head and replied affirmatively, "I have confirmed it."

"What else do you have to say?" The woman in the curtain seemed to smile: "Since the young master has made up his mind, why do you need to make a fortune? It's just a spoiler."

"But," Ji Hu hesitated and expressed his deep concerns: "My uncle was the one whom my mother asked for orphans during her lifetime. She treated me as much as a mountain. If he must have disagree with me, then--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The woman in the curtain said, "Young Master, there is no day, and there is no two masters in the country. There are thousands of people in the family, and the master is one person. No matter a country, one family, you can only think in one direction and work in one direction so that everything will go smoothly and flourish. If there is another force to restrain you from time to time, what will happen? With the wisdom of the young master, it should not be difficult to understand. After all, it is just a word "power", but this word is exclusive and monopolizes----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ji Hu was so crazy that he stared at the jade curtain thoughtfully. He smelled a faint fragrance at the end of his nose, and it was like a drop of clear water splashing on his face inadvertently. A hint of coolness gradually extended, but there was no trace to be found-----

The woman's voice was still delaying: "Young Master, can you tell me why King Wu of the Xianwu enthroned Taigong to the shore of the East China Sea? Alas, I am not afraid that the prime minister's power is too heavy, but it is difficult to control it over time. The king calls himself a lonely family, and it is not humble to say that he is not a humble person, but because he has no father, no mother, no wife, no son, and one person is a minister of the world. A minister is smart and wise, and should guard it as foolish; if he is worthy of the world, he should guard it as a gift; if he is brave and powerful, he should guard it as a coward; if he is rich in the world, he should guard it as a humble person. He should not be loyal to everything, and he dare not violate the order of his superiors. If he succeeds, he will be virtuous to the master. If he fails, he will take over it. This is a qualified minister."

Ji Hu murmured: "The best of merits is to be the world, should we keep it to the world?" The young father's best of merits is to be the world, and he also has the power of me. "The courageous power of me should be the best of me." Ji Duoyou's strength to pacify the world, and he attacked the E realm in surprise, which can be called brave power of me, but how could he feel any timid? Thinking of this, Ji Hu's heart also felt a sense of sadness.

Before we knew it, the sky darkened and there was no light in the room. The afterglow of the sunset penetrated into the room through the gaps between the doors and windows, sprinkling a light red stain. Occasionally, one or two long shouts could be heard outside. As people's footsteps gradually faded away, everything finally returned to silence. Suddenly, Ji Hu felt that his heart was also like the setting sun, silently, slowly sinking.

"The market is about to be disbanded------" Ji Hu said, his voice sounded a little desolate: "I should leave too------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After saying that, he stared at the jade curtain without blinking, until he was sure that the curtain would not be lifted, then he smiled tolerantly and turned around and wanted to leave-----

"Young Master, please wait!"

Ji Hu turned his head and suddenly there was a sound in the jade curtain. The woman seemed to have stroked the strings a few times. Then, the sound of the piano slowly overflowed from the jade curtain.

The blue sky, snowy mountains, and endless grasslands---It's spring-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A fairy was wearing white clothes, sitting on the top of the snow-capped mountain, playing the piano quietly. The sound of the piano seemed to melt the snow on the top of the mountain. The snow turned into flowing water, converged into a stream, flowing continuously along the mountain stream-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ji Hu clearly heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the bamboo, like two beautiful jades striking gently, making a cold sound. The fairy was surrounded by snowflakes, but none of them fell on her body. The cold snow light reflected her soft face, making her look like an statue of a god made of ice sculptures. She kept playing the piano, and the sound of the piano was flying snowflakes, and the snow was

Flowers are the sound of the piano that falls to the ground-----

Ji Hu listened quietly, feeling the joy and joy in his heart, but he was also indescribable happiness. He walked freely in the air like a bird, with the sea shining on the rising sun under his feet and the sound of howling wind in his ears.

After a while, the sound of the piano stopped, and Ji Hu was still stunned, standing there as if he was in a daze, suddenly unaware of it.

"Young Master?"

"Um?"

"Have you seen it?"

"Seeing it------" Ji Hu seemed to be still immersed in the sound of the piano: "It is not appropriate for people like me to listen to this song. If you continue listening, you will lose all your fighting spirit and you will be reluctant to leave------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The woman in the curtain smiled and said, "In fact, in life, how many people can be satisfied with everything? How many things can be accomplished in their entire lives? It is better to be able to be free and peaceful even if you are willing and do whatever you want.

Ji Hu lowered his head and was speechless for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "There is no fixed number of things, as if I had come with a provocation, but at this point I wish to guard the door for the owner of the post for the rest of my life like the old man---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Young Master, take care of it------"

After leaving Buzhi Tower, the sky was completely dark. The moon was bright and the clouds were surging. Thin clouds were rushing south in groups, like thousands of troops walking in serenely, silently and endlessly.

Rong Yi came up quietly: "Master, why is it so late? Is it okay?"

Ji Hu shook his head, Rong Yi turned his face and ordered Qi Zhong in front of the carriage: "Pull the car over quickly--------"

While they were busy, Ji Hu took a breath of the clear air and looked up at the lofty and deep sky. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart for no reason. He couldn't help but want to look at Bu Zhilou again-------the faint fragrance, the wonderful sound of the piano, and the mysterious woman were always lingering in her heart. The heroic spirit in her heart before she came was gone.

It was not until the old man and Bier closed the stairs heavily and made a "bang" sound. Ji Hu then reluctantly walked towards the carriage-----

The early morning of winter is particularly bleak, and the moonlight is cold, pouring down through the clouds, shining on the dark houses, giving people a bleak chill. A little light in Buzhi Building sways gently in the distant and vast night. Occasionally, one or two human voices will be heard. When the sound passes, there will be endless silence again.

"Brother Lin, Master really let us leave at night?" In the jade curtain, Wu Wei's beautiful face was cast by the dark candlelight and mottled shadows.

The old man bowed and said, "Yes, the fish has been hooked, and the owner should continue to catch the fish's appetite. The old man has packed up his carriage."

Wu Wei sighed, and a hint of confusion appeared in his confused eyes: "I'm finally leaving----- When will the day of wandering be the end?" She seemed to remember something: "There is nothing wrong with Pi'er? Today, when he saw the "blame person", he almost revealed his flaws."

"Bi'er has just arrived in the Central Plains and is still acting in the grassland habits. I will pay attention to the point, and it will be better gradually."

"Then let's go!" The woman said with helplessness.

"King, we don't ask you if we leave the palace early this morning, can this work?" In the shaking car, Qi Zhong carefully asked Ji Hu in the hustle and bustle of the opening of the market outside.

"It's just going to Bu Zhilou to send Bu's money that he owed yesterday. What do you think? You have to say something." Ji Human said indifferently: "How can I owe a woman money to pay? I won't give you a joke if it's spread."

Qi Zhong curled his lips and said to himself: "You're just trying to find a reason for yourself! Who can't see it? But he can only see it through and not say it out."

Unfortunately, Ji Hu was empty. There was no one in the building. Qi Zhong also asked the people around him, but no one knew where the people in the building were. He only said that in the early morning a cart headed towards the north gate----

Ji Hu felt lost. Seeing that the door of the building was not locked, he pushed it open and walked in. The wide hall was empty, and the small door on the opposite wall was hanging with a curtain made of broken jade skewed out with the breeze.

The sound of "Dingdong".

Pulling off the jade curtain, there is a red felt inside, and a huge copper couch against the wall. The spacious area near the middle of the window is an exquisite jade case. Except for the brilliant cushion behind the case, there is nothing on the case. Ji Hu walked to the tent in front of the couch and shrugged his nose, and his heart trembled. It was the cool fragrance of the distant mountains and snow that was unique yesterday-----

He strolled on the beautiful cushion, imagining the woman sitting here playing the piano and talking, and imagining her appearance----- Suddenly, the corner of the cushion was slightly raised, and he lifted it up with his hands, but he saw an unsealed copper tube. He took it and opened the cover. Inside was a long, flat bamboo slip, with a poem neatly written on it:

"The swaying, yellow leaves, lonely, late autumn. The passing is like this, what to ask for sorrow? A little bit of lovesickness is between the eyebrows; the wild geese are hanging, the floating clouds are hanging, and the writing is far away, so as to relieve your worries; the birds fly south, and the fox dies in the hill."

Although the handwriting on the bamboo slip was written by a woman, the writing was slightly weak, but it was very open and closed, with little restraint, like a galloping horse facing the wind and a hawk entering the clouds. When the spirit came, it could penetrate the embrace fiercely.

Ji Hu recited it several times and felt that it had a profound meaning: According to legend, when a fox is about to die, his head must face the mound of birth-----
Chapter completed!