West of the capital city.

Hundreds of miles away.

There is a small town called Xiyun located in a remote rural area. The total number of households in the town is less than fifty and it is self-sufficient.

Although it is said to be a town, it actually looks like a village.

early morning.

On the outskirts of the town, a bullock cart drove slowly and stopped outside the courtyard of a farmer.

Sitting in the car was a handsome young man dressed in white, waving a folding fan in his hand, with a bookish look on his face.

The driver was a man wearing a coarse cloth jacket, his face covered, and carrying a stick wrapped in black cloth. He seemed to be a young man.

As the bullock cart stopped, the scholar in white closed the folding fan, slowly got out of the cart, and walked straight to the courtyard gate.

The yard is not big, and there are two simple low houses built there. The fence surrounding the low houses is slightly worn, and it seems that it has experienced wind and rain for many years.

In the courtyard, a stooped old man was carrying a bucket of beans and sorting through them. There was also a young man who was chopping firewood. He looked like the old man's grandson.

"Old man, I'm passing by here and I'm a little tired. I want to ask you for a drink of water. I apologize for intruding."

The scholar in white stood in front of the courtyard gate, hugged his fists towards the rickety old man sitting in front of a low table, and said with a smile.

But when the words fell, the old man ignored them and seemed not to notice the two guests who had come from afar in front of the courtyard gate.

However, the young man who was chopping firewood seemed to hear it, but he just turned his head and glanced, then ignored it and continued to chop wood with his head down.

"Old man? Can you go out of your way and ask for a bowl of water?"

The scholar in white hesitated for a moment, then continued, raising his voice deliberately.

But the old man still ignored it and concentrated on counting the beans in the dustpan.

Fortunately, the young man who was chopping firewood finally stopped what he was doing, turned around, came to the courtyard gate, and opened the fence gate.

"He is deaf and dumb and cannot hear."

The young man pointed to his ear, explained, and let the scholar in white into the courtyard.

"I see, I'm sorry."

The scholar in white finally realized what he was doing, cupped his hands, and said apologetically.

As the scholar in white and the coachman entered the yard, the old man with his head lowered realized that someone was coming to the house. He looked up at the two strangers and looked at the young man in confusion.

"Begging for a drink of water, water..."

The young man gestured at the old man and said loudly.

The old man reacted for a while and then understood his grandson's description. Then he stood up and moved around, planning to go to the house to get water.

"I'll go, I'll go."

The young man waved his hand, quickened his pace, and walked into the house ahead of the old man.

The old man stopped, shook his head, turned to the scholar in white with a simple smile, and extended his hand to signal the scholar in white to sit down.

The scholar in white was not polite, crossed his fists, sat opposite the old man, and silently looked at the old man who continued to pick beans.

Soon, the young man came out of the house with two bowls of water. One bowl was placed on the table in front of the scholar in white, and the other was handed to the coachman standing behind the scholar in white.

But the coachman shook his head and did not reach out to pick it up.

The young man curled his lips, put both bowls of water on the table, and then continued to chop wood.

The scholar in white drank a bowl of water and sat there, silently watching the attentive old man, as if he had no intention of leaving.

The old man seemed to be aware of the scholar in white's gaze. From time to time he raised his head and smiled at the scholar in white, but did not urge the two strangers in front of him to leave.

In this way, a young man chopping firewood, an old man concentrating on picking beans, and a scholar in white wearing a folding fan, all stayed quietly for a long time, as if no one was in the way of the other.

"Fifteen years ago, you were in the capital."

I don’t know how long it took, but the scholar in white suddenly said something to the old man who was picking beans with his head down.

But as the words fell, the old man didn't react at all, but the young man who was chopping firewood turned his head and glanced at the scholar in white in confusion.

"I recognize you, Lian Qi, the chief eunuch of the Bureau of Ceremonies, but that was all fifteen years ago."

The scholar in white looked at the old man and continued to speak slowly as if nothing had happened.

The old man still didn't react at all, not even raising his eyelids.

"What on earth do you do? What are you talking about?"

"Have you finished drinking the water? Let's go as soon as you finish drinking. We don't welcome outsiders here."

The young man chopping wood stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at the puzzled scholar in white, and said dissatisfiedly.

"I have come here specifically for you. If you continue to refuse to admit it, I will kill him!"

The scholar in white stared at the old man and spoke again, with a strange sneer on his lips.

After hearing the words of the scholar in white, the old man's right hand that was picking beans couldn't help but stop and began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this action, the smile on the white-clothed scholar's face became even more obvious.

"What on earth do you do?! Why bully a deaf-mute old man?!"

The young man chopping firewood shouted loudly and was about to come here with the ax in his hand. Although he did not understand the words of the scholar in white, he could sense that the two strangers were not friendly and threatened to kill them.

Kill yourself!

At the same time, the coachman standing behind the scholar in white also turned sideways, facing the young man, and reached out to hold the stick wrapped in black cloth behind him.

But at this moment, the old man with his head lowered suddenly turned his head, glared at the young man fiercely, and stopped his grandson's next move.

The young man hesitated, stopped, and stared at the scholar in white dissatisfied.

Immediately afterwards, the old man put down the dustpan in his hand, stood up slowly, turned around and walked towards the house. His hunched back suddenly straightened up!

Not only is he not deaf, he is not hunchbacked!

"Come with me."

The old man suddenly spoke in a high-pitched voice, sighed helplessly, and continued walking into the house.

Seeing this scene, the young man carrying the ax widened his eyes and stood there with a look of disbelief on his face.

Obviously, although he lived with the old man, he didn't know that the old man had been pretending to be deaf and dumb!

But they have lived together for thirteen years!

When he was five years old, he was living alone in the world, with no fixed place to live, and was finally adopted by the old man in front of him. From then on, he was treated as a grandfather and grandson!

With a smile on his lips, the scholar in white slowly stood up and followed the old man into the house.

The driver also followed in and closed the door smoothly.

The house was extremely shabby, and could even be described as bare-walled. Apart from a dilapidated table, there was almost no extra furniture.

"Who are you?!"

The moment the door closed, the old man turned around suddenly, looked straight at the scholar in white, and asked in a deep voice. Compared with the frail and old man just now, he was completely different.

"My name is Li Wuji!"

The scholar in white shook his folding fan and answered casually.

But after hearing the words of the scholar in white, the old man suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face, and looked at the scholar in white again in disbelief.

"His Royal Highness?! Are you still alive?!"

"This slave has met His Highness!"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt down on the ground and gave a respectful salute.

"Father-in-law, please get up."

The scholar in white was stunned for a moment, then took a step forward and hurriedly helped the old man up.

He is none other than Li Wuji, who used Di Long's cover to successfully escape the golden cicada!

And the coachman with his face covered is none other than Lu Yuan!

He had long expected that someone would be spying on him, so he had already discussed the plan with everyone before leaving, and asked Di Long Fei Ge to send a letter to Tianshu's secret agent outside the capital to pick him up on the way.

Then he quietly took Lu Yuan away from the carriage on the way, and asked Di Long to lead the pursuers away. He then changed his direction and headed west, all the way to Xiyun Town.

Tianshu's information was indeed true, and he really found the eunuch Lian Qi, the former chief eunuch of the Bureau of Ceremonies.

"After fifteen years, I didn't expect that my father-in-law would actually hide in this remote place in a remote country and never care about worldly affairs again."

"I came here today because I have an old matter that I want to ask my father-in-law for confirmation. I hope that my father-in-law can tell the truth."

Li Wuji helped Lian Qi up, and after they sat down again, he clasped his fists and said.
Chapter completed!