When the driver heard that I was going to Zijin Yiju, he couldn't help but look up at me, and asked with a smile whether I was going there to visit relatives or what I was doing?

While eating buns, I made jokes with him, but I refused to tell him what I was doing. The driver was bored and in the end I was too lazy to talk to me.

I smiled and didn't say anything. Everyone has curiosity, but sometimes too much curiosity will cause trouble for myself.

After getting off the bus in front of Zijin Yiju, I glanced around and found that the place was wide open, and there were high-rise residential buildings at least a few kilometers away. There were armed police standing guard with guns and live ammunition in front of the gate, which was sacred and inviolable.

As soon as I got out of the car, a guard came out of the side door to interrogate me.

Ask me what I do?

I said I came to find someone, then took out my cell phone and dialed Chu Ming's phone number, telling him that I had arrived in front of Zijin Yiju.

Then he confronted the two guards with vigilant eyes. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man walked out quickly and told the two guards that they were visiting Mr. Yan, and then he took me in.

I actually don’t know what he said about Mr. Yan. Based on the explanation of the middle-aged man later, I realized that Mr. Gu lives here and is called Mr. Yan to the outside world, mainly for the sake of safety.

For an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, any merit or salary is meaningless, and as a personal guard of a great man, his beliefs and beliefs are not filthy in the current chaos.

After passing through two antique corridors in succession, we finally arrived in front of an old house with purple gold mountain on its back.

To put it bluntly, it is a two-story building featuring the 1950s and 1960s.

There is a yard of dozens of square meters in front of the door, and some ordinary fruits and vegetables are planted in the yard.

A bald and old man with bald hair and a face covered with age spots lying on an old bamboo rattan chair.

Holding an old radio in his arms, he was listening to a local news channel.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man made an obstructive gesture at me and then whispered to me: Mr. Gu seems to be asleep, why don’t we wait first.

I nodded at him and replied in a low voice: It's okay, I'm not in a hurry.

The middle-aged man smiled at me and said: Yi Lao is in good health.

I said in a deep voice: Yi Lao's body is OK, but there are too many things, so we younger generations are also powerless.

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently and said: Those who are capable can help the world, and the country must be easy. This is what Mr. Gu said more than 20 years ago.

Just as I was surprised at the height of these words, an old voice came from a distance: Xiaoniu, don’t say it randomly, this is what Mr. You Er said, but I have never said it.

The middle-aged man smiled at me and said: I forgot it. Mr. You Er said this. Mr. Gu is awake. I will make some tea for you.

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly and walked into the yard quickly.

I followed him to the old man, respectfully bowed to him and said: Mr. Gu, my name is?

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Before I finished speaking, he raised his hand to stop me, raised his dim eyes and looked at me and said: Your name is Wang Shouchen. Yi Xiang often mentions you to me, it's right, it's exactly the same as what he said.

I looked at him with a little surprise and said: What did Mr. Yi mention me to you?

The old man sat upright from the rattan chair, turned off the radio in his hand, and said with a smile: That's too much. Liu Ling's eyes in the coffin are born with a soul that is not dirty, and the destiny of the emperor.

I was slightly stunned and looked at him and said: This emperor's destiny is really not something you can say.

The old man waved at me and said: Young man, you may have thought too much. This fate of the emperor does not mean that you must have kings, princes, generals, and ministers, but a kind of luck that is rich in heaven. I believe that these are all related to your prophet grandfather.

I shook my head and said: I know very little about my grandfather. Does Mr. Gu also know my grandfather?

The old man sighed: This is also a great regret in my life, and I have not been able to meet your grandfather yet.

I didn't know what to say for a moment. The middle-aged man walked out with two cups of tea, put one cup on the small tea table next to Mr. Gu and handed it to me.

After I took the tea, I thanked me. The old man whispered to the middle-aged man: There is no arrangement today, right?

The middle-aged man glanced at me and then said: I made an appointment with Mr. Li to play chess at the Qixia Guild Hall at around 10 o'clock.

The old man nodded and said, "Call me and tell me, I won't go today."

The middle-aged man hesitated and said: I dare not call Mr. Li.

The old man glanced at him and I hurriedly said: Mr. Gu, I came here as Mr. Yi brought you something this time, and I will leave later.

When Mr. Gu heard this, he didn't say anything. I took out the box from my backpack and handed it over. The middle-aged man subconsciously stretched out his hand, but was stopped by Mr. Gu. Mr. Gu stood up from the rattan chair, took the box and placed it on the coffee table. After opening it, he took out an ordinary bottle of wine from it, but only half a bottle of wine was filled with his face. His expression changed slightly. Then he put the wine back into the box and looked up at me and said: Young man, you have sent it so far this time. Go back and tell Yi Xiang that even if Gu fought for this life, he would find a way to protect him.

Looking at the box containing half a bottle of wine, I really didn't know what to say for a moment. What does it mean to ask Mr. Yi to send me half a bottle of wine so far?

Protect him?

Who to protect?

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