Cao Ran shook his head helplessly and strode away.

In the front hall, the two of them had another affectionate and affectionate large-scale dog food spreading scene.

The boys who came to serve the food were forced to retreat outside the courtyard. Under the surveillance of Xiao Yong's eyes, they retreated a few feet away, not daring to get close at all.

The meal took nearly half an hour and was just finished.

After the meal, the two drank tea again and started chatting mode.

Xia Qianqian thought about it again and brought up the topic before the meal again.

She revealed all Li Yunniang's doubts about Cao Ran.

Finally, she took out a piece of yellowed paper from her sleeve and handed it over, "This was left by a strange guest, but my mother believed it was left by Xia Chi."

Ji Zimo took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, "It is true that these four words were written by Xia Chi."

"You can tell at a glance that it was written by Xia Chi?" Xia Qianqian really convinced the ancients.

Unless someone is very familiar with something like handwriting, it is difficult for most people to identify the owner of that font based on just a few words in the font.

With doubts in her heart, Xia Qianqian gently put down the teacup in her hand, her mind wandered, and tentatively asked: "Are you familiar with my father?"

Ji Zimo looked sideways and happened to meet the woman's black stone eyes.

Her eyes are dark, and the luster in her eyes is sincere and pure. They are like the most mirror that can peer into people's hearts. Just one glance can make people fall into trouble and have to tell the truth.

"When I was young, he used to be my husband."

Oh?

Xia Qianqian did not expect this result, "When we first met, you were tolerant of me in everything and helped me in many ways. Was it because I was your husband's daughter?"

For some reason, this answer made Xia Qianqian feel a little bit disappointed.

"When he became my husband and taught me martial arts, he did not reveal his real name."

"Ah?" So amazing.

Xia Qianqian suddenly became interested and moved the small stool towards him, wanting to hear the next story.

Ji Zimo stretched out his hand, touched the hair on the top of her head, and rubbed it, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course."

Ji Zimo was silent for a while and thought about it.

The story between him and his husband has never been told to outsiders.

Because when they first met and got to know each other, my husband had given me permission, and he didn’t want anyone to know about the relationship between the two.

But the person in front of me is my husband’s daughter.

Ji Zimo thought for a while, she had the right to know the truth, "Okay, I'll tell you."

He narrated what happened between the two of them, and also truthfully explained the danger and horror when Fan Shan met again.

Xia Qianqian held the tea cup in both hands, and the more she listened, the more complicated her mood became.

She has never had a good impression of Xia Chi.

She even had a deeper prejudice against Fan Shan and his entourage.

In her mind, the man Li Yunniang longed for was a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children and was willing to become a bandit.

Who could have imagined that things would take such a big turn.

"Don't the others know his identity?" After listening to his words, Xia Qianqian asked.

"Fan Shan and his party, after I know his identity, so far, you are the only one who knows about it."

Ji Zimo's voice was low, "I don't want to tell you because I'm afraid that if the news leaks, it will be a fatal crisis for him."

"Are you afraid that I will leak the secret?" The person in front of her is very wary of her.

"I'm not afraid that you will leak the secret."

He looked at her guarded eyes, understood her thoughts, and hurriedly explained: "You have always been cold towards Xia Chi. If you know his true identity, I am afraid that you will inadvertently expose your flaws when something happens."

Ji Zimo stretched out his hand to scrape the bridge of her nose and said calmly: "For his safety, I must shield against all possible dangers."

"Then why tell me now?"

"After I get to know you better, I believe that you can handle Xia Chi's matter. Especially, you found something suspicious in the letter and came to find me. I am very happy."

How did this guy know that she found something fishy about the letter?

"What... is there anything suspicious about this letter?" Xia Qianqian frowned and asked stutteringly.

Ji Zimo turned the yellowed paper over, pointed at the word on it, and said solemnly: "You saw this word, and you know the meaning, right?"

Oh my god!

Her affairs really cannot escape his eyes.

Xia Qianqian remained silent.

Ji Zimo explained: "You saw this word and knew its meaning. So you speculated that Xia Chi was asking for help. Obviously, it is impossible for you Xia family mother and daughter to save him, so this letter is to lend you

Give your hand to others."

"So, you thought of me and thought that I must be related to Xia Chi, so he could be asking for help from me in this obscure way."

Historical Records, sincerely do not deceive me.

The ancients were indeed too mature to have their own ideas.

She had this convenient doubt, but asking him was just a coincidence.

No other thoughts or speculations, just a casual mention.

"Where is Wang Feng? Did you send him to Jiangcheng?" Xia Qianqian suddenly remembered Wang Yueyue's worries this morning.

"Yes, not only him, but also Zhang Xiaohua."

"She?" Xia Qianqian said in disbelief: "How dare you believe these two desperadoes."

"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter."

Rubbing his fingers along the edge of the celadon glazed tea cup, the young man in front of him said with a cold expression: "Let them go over, mix the water, and use it to catch fish."

"Then what should I do with this letter from my father?"

Ji Zimo took the paper on the table in his hand, turned it back and forth, looked at it carefully, and murmured: "Actually, he not only left this piece of paper, but also left a cave of documents and letters."
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"You mean, the letter manuscripts in Cao Ran's study?"

"Yes!" Ji Zimo explained: "Unfortunately, the characters there are all in the characters used by the southern barbarian minority, and there are not many translations. There are too many contents whose meanings are not known, which is really a headache."
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As he spoke, he raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at her eyes shining with hope.

Xia Qianqian spread her hands and said, "I might understand, I just have to give it a try."

She said it was possible.

Unexpectedly, Ji Zimo seemed to hear her affirmative promise. He stood up, grabbed her wrist, and said excitedly: "Come on, let's go take a look."

"But the tea, I haven't..." She finally waited until the tea was cold and ready to drink. After talking so many words, she didn't have time to take a good sip.

"Here, bring the tea to the study."

The two of them rushed to the study in a hurry.

Ji Zimo pulled her directly to the desk and asked her to sit in his seat.

He turned his eyes and landed on Lei Jie's desk. He picked out a few pieces of paper, turned around and put them on the desk. He lowered his voice and said softly: "Look, what do the words on it mean?"

A room full of people was busy processing documents when they were disturbed by the sudden intrusion of two people.

Especially when I saw His Highness holding a few pieces of paper, pointing to the tadpole-like fonts on them, and asking Xia Qianqian, the whole study was completely silent for a while.
Chapter completed!