I shook my head subconsciously. When Qinghan saw me like this, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"What's going on?"

"..."

This is also the reason why I have been feeling uneasy since the beginning.

Those horrific weapons were sold to the South by the Franco Kingdom more than 20 years ago. In other words, at that time, they already had weapons powerful enough to destroy the imperial army, but they did not use them.<

/p>

The one who really fought with the imperial court with open swords and clear guns was Nishikawa.

There is no need to elaborate on the inextricable and even inhumane relationship between Xichuan and Jiangnan; since Xichuan is at war with the imperial court, and the forces in the south have purchased such a batch of murderous weapons, it is natural that they should be given to Xichuan for use. However,

Such a terrifying weapon did not appear on the battlefield in Xichuan.

Not only did the various parties’ records of the original war not mention these murderous weapons, but if they were really used, then the battle between Xichuan and the imperial court would definitely not have been defeated. Then the pattern of the Chinese dynasty would have changed as early as more than 20 years ago.

It was time to rewrite it before.

Thinking of this, I am also a little bit happy despite my doubts.

Fortunately, these murder weapons did not really appear, otherwise, I don’t know how many innocent souls would have died in the war.

The question is—where did those murder weapons go?

Why didn’t they use it after purchasing it more than 20 years ago?

They would definitely not intentionally not use it. Such weapons should have been created for war. But if the people in Xichuan didn't intentionally not use it, then why didn't they use it? What part of the process went wrong that made them place it?

We lost the original war by not using such a terrifying weapon?

As I thought about it, I just felt like my heart was sinking.

As soon as I raised my head, I saw Qing Han looking at me very solemnly, his eyes flickering, as if he wanted to ask some questions, but he was hesitant.

I said: "What do you want to ask me?"

"..." He nodded.

"You asked."

"You've heard about this firearms deal."

"Hmm."

"Then, who is the person who told you?"

His voice was very low, getting deeper and deeper as he spoke. I could hardly hear the last few words, but this question still weighed heavily on my heart.

I would never tell anyone this answer easily, but it was him - I bit my lower lip, and after hesitating for a long time, I slowly said: "Yes, my mother."

"...!"

Qinghan suddenly opened her eyes: "Your mother?"

I looked at him calmly and nodded.

I have no intention of hiding it from him. I have planned to tell him this for a long time. What's more, his teacher is Fu Badai. How much will this old man who does not follow common sense teach and say to the disciple he cares most about?

I can't control it, I just hope that I can tell him about that part of myself.

Obviously, the sudden doubts and questions that came one after another today shocked Qinghan to the extreme. For a moment, his eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and he couldn't say anything. At this time, Uncle Ghost walked in from outside again.<

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He seemed to feel that the atmosphere in the room was heavier than before. He paused and smiled at us: "I'm sorry, you two, there are a lot of things today, so I can't greet you."

"It doesn't matter."

I smiled lightly. Uncle Gui probably had some reservations, but it was not easy for him to say this to us when we met for the first time. I stood up and thanked him, and was about to walk out.

, suddenly turned back to look at him and said: "Uncle Ghost, I have a question. You don't have to answer it. I just ask it."

He was stunned for a moment, unable to understand what I meant: "Wha-what?"

"Is the person who bought those weapons originally named Xue?"

Uncle Ghost suddenly opened his eyes: "You, how did you—"

"Sorry to bother you."

I nodded, turned around and prepared to walk out without saying anything more. I had just reached the door and was about to reach out to lift the curtain. When I turned around to call Qinghan, I saw him standing there with a solemn expression, as if he was not ready to leave yet.<

/p>

"Light cold?"

He didn't look at me, but turned to Uncle Ghost and said, "I also have a question to ask you. Please be sure to answer me."

Uncle Ghost frowned and said, "What's the problem?"

"Will you still sell weapons like that?"

I only care about the business that happened more than 20 years ago, but I have almost forgotten that if they are still doing this kind of business and sell such fierce weapons to the south, once a war breaks out, the imperial court will be almost completely helpless.

There is no chance of winning, and Qinghan has always looked heavy, obviously worried about this.

Uncle Gui seemed to think that he would ask some questions about the original transaction or this business, but unexpectedly he asked this question instead. Instead, he relaxed, with a smile on his face, and said: "No way."<

/p>

"Why? Aren't you doing business and making money as long as you have money?"

Uncle Ghost smiled and said: "If you have money, you have to make money, but if you don't have goods, how can you sell them?"

"No goods?" Qinghan and I were both startled and looked at him: "Why?"

Uncle Ghost said: "After that batch of firearms were sold more than 20 years ago, the place where the firearms were produced suddenly caught fire. The blueprints, key weapons, and people who designed and manufactured them were all burned.

It’s light.”

"Ah?!"

"That kind of weapon is so powerful. It was originally made secretly by our imperial court. Once a person dies, the thing is gone, and it is too difficult to make it again. Over the years, there are still people who want to make it again, and even want to borrow it from the Celestial Empire.

It would be helpful to go back to the batch of weapons we originally sold, or even borrow one to look at, but it’s a pity——”

When he said this, he said no more.

Qinghan and I looked at each other.

It is a good thing that such overbearing weapons no longer appear anymore, but - after selling that batch to the South, the items became extinct. Is this a coincidence, or -?

There are too many mysteries that cannot be solved, perhaps, cannot be solved.

I stood at the door without moving, but Qinghan bowed his hand towards Uncle Ghost, walked over, opened the curtain, let me out, and walked out himself.

As soon as he went out, he saw Shui Xiu guarding a bunch of delicate chains on the shelf and couldn't take his eyes away. She lowered her head and counted the coins in her purse. Xiao Fuzi was crying next to her: "Auntie, I just went out to do errands today, and I didn't bring that much."

How much money."

Shuixiu pouted, and when she turned around and saw us coming out, her eyes lit up and she immediately came up to us: "Girl, you're done talking."

"Yeah." I nodded and saw Du Yan from the corner of my eye. He was still standing at the door with an expressionless face like a statue. When he saw us coming out, he just gave a simple salute.

I lightly raised the corners of my lips, turned back to Shuixiu and said, "What did you do again?"

Shuixiu smiled: "Girl, look at that chain, it's so beautiful. Can I——"

Aunt Wu was really right, this girl just has short eyes.

I said calmly: "I came out to do something today, what do you think you came out to do?"

"...Oh."

Shuixiu felt aggrieved and stepped aside with a pout on her lips. Xiaofuzi couldn't bear it and stepped forward and whispered in her ear: "Next time I come out and bring it to you."

Shui Xiu snorted and hit his chest hard with her elbow, which made Xiao Fuzi grimace in pain.

Seeing this scene, I just felt it was funny. When I looked back at Qinghan, he was just standing there, thinking about something silently, not paying attention at all. I turned around and told Xiao Fuzi: "Go and bring the car over."

"Yes."

Xiao Fuzi agreed and went out with Du Yan. Shuixiu stood aside a little aggrievedly. I slowly walked to the door and saw Qinghan slowly walking out. His brows were still furrowed and twisted.

A deep Chinese character.

I know that everything I saw and heard today was a huge shock to him. In fact, it was no less shocking to me. But I vaguely feel that all of this is not just news from the past.

That’s all, I don’t know what shocking waves these “past things” will cause in the future.

Standing at the door of this small shop, watching the people coming and going outside, I suddenly felt empty in my heart.

So what about the huge waves? Compared with the torrent of history, people are like invisible duckweeds on the water. They can only drift with the current, but no matter how difficult it is, they still have to survive day by day, moment by moment. Wars, fighting, government, and political intrigues

, no matter how grand those things are, only the breathing, heartbeat, and smile of the person in front of you are real.

Seeing me in a daze, he whispered: "What are you thinking about?"

I raised my head and looked at him and smiled: "Tell me, what would happen if I held you like this and we ran together?"

"..."
To be continued...