Quick Time Travel Plane Development 2

Qin Fei completely let himself go. Except for the name of Prince Duan, he didn't care about any specific affairs.

The princess and Zihua were in charge of all affairs of the fiefdom, leaving Jiang Siyun in charge of the security of the palace. The guards obeyed Jiang Siyun's management.

When the palace was up and running, all the concubines took charge of their own affairs.

Just like when she was in the capital, Zihua had little control over specific affairs and left them all to Du Jinxi.

She was afraid that she would accidentally bring out management concepts from other eras, which would shift the timeline she finally returned to again.

She still spends most of her time copying books.

Prince Duan was not afraid that the matter of letting his concubines manage the fiefdom would spread to the capital and reach Emperor Huaiqing. This was what he did in the capital. Anyway, there was no one to inherit his princely palace, and the fiefdom would be taken back after a hundred years. The emperor's attitude towards He will still have this level of tolerance.

Sure enough, Emperor Huaiqing laughed it off after receiving the news.

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Modern time and space.

Zheng Xiantong hurried home after work.

Her father went back to his hometown a few days ago and called her to tell her that he had found something. It was not convenient to tell her the details over the phone. He only said that he would tell her when he got back.

Zheng Xiantong was scratching his head for several days, but it was difficult to ask for leave to go back to his hometown.

Today, her father came back from her hometown, and she hurried back home as soon as she got off work.

"Tongtong is back." Zheng Hongsheng smiled immediately when he saw his daughter coming back. Halfway through, his face became sullen again, "Why did you come back so fast? You didn't drive fast, did you?"

"No." Knowing that her father cared about her, Zheng Xiantong hurriedly raised her hands and swore, "I promise dad that I will never drive fast. Today is going very smoothly. There is no traffic jam and the light is green all the way."

Ever since her father had a dream that she drove into a ditch not long ago, he has told her not to drive fast every day, and he even refused to let her drive to Jiang City, because the place where she had a car accident in the dream was near Jiang City.

She had no choice but to obey her father.

Zheng Hongsheng returned to his smiling face, "That's pretty much it. No matter what happens in the future, you're not allowed to drive fast, you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah." Zheng Xiantong changed his shoes and walked to the table.

When she entered, she saw a book spread out on the table. She recognized the book as one of the notebooks handed down from her ancestors.

The contents of these notebooks passed down from ancestors are very messy and contain everything, such as the drawing of the sword.

In order to pass the book down from generation to generation, our ancestors stipulated that a new copy would be copied every fifty years or so, and some new content would be added.

But the old ones will be well preserved.

It has been passed down for more than four hundred years, and what originally was only one volume has turned into dozens of volumes.

The booklet looked very ordinary and was placed together with the ancestral genealogy. The bandits who robbed things did not take a fancy to these shabby booklets, so these note booklets survived.

When it was time to copy again, her father went back to his hometown to sort out the notebooks of notes from different periods.

Zheng Xiantong asked, "Dad, what did you find?" His father said that he had found something, and it must be related to what was recorded in the booklet.

Zheng Hongsheng pointed at the booklet with his gloved fingers, "Sit down and read it yourself." He put on gloves to avoid damaging the booklet.

The booklet is a large format, and the writing is small. There are many words on one page, and it is easy to read the series without sitting down and reading carefully.

Zheng Xiantong sat at the table, picked up the white gloves next to him and put them on, brought the book to him, and looked at where Zheng Hongsheng was lighting.

"There is heaven and earth in the sword, and future generations should regard it as a treasure." Zheng Xiantong read it over and over, "Dad, what does this mean? Does it mean that the sword is a good sword and should be kept well?" There are many jingles in the notebook that are not poems. , there are also more colloquial ones.

Zheng Hongsheng pointed to one of them, "The focus should be on Qian and Kun."

"Qiankun? Are you saying that there is another mystery in the sword?" Zheng Xiantong said with a smile, "Don't you mean that there is a treasure map in this sword? It's not the Yitian Sword."

"That's also possible." Zheng Hongsheng gently picked up another booklet aside, opened it, put it on the table, and pointed it out to Zheng Xiantong, "Look at what's written here, it says that the sword was almost lost once. He was killed by Mrs. Fu and the bandits took the sword back."

"Huh?" Zheng Xiantong muttered to himself, "Why didn't I remember that this was recorded in the booklet?"

Because her grandfather and father never gave up looking for the sword, she also became obsessed with the sword, so she read the note book again, especially the ones related to the sword, and looked more carefully.

She took it over and looked at the record. It recorded an incident that happened to her ancestors Zheng Da and Ge Yuezhen.

Ge Yuezhen was kidnapped by bandits, and Zheng Da went to deliver the ransom alone. Unexpectedly, the bandits had no intention of letting him go. After collecting the money, they even took the sword away.

Zheng Da was ready to die with Ge Yuezhen, but unexpectedly, Ge Yuezhen was rescued by Mrs. Fu and returned the sword to the Zheng family.

When Mrs. Fu returned the sword, she specifically said, "This sword can be a family heirloom."

After Zheng Xiantong read the whole story, she suddenly felt that she had read it before, but had forgotten it over time. She patted her forehead and said, "How could I forget such an interesting story?"

Zheng Xiantong admired Mrs. Fu very much, "Wow! How amazing! Mrs. Fu single-handedly killed an entire village of bandits. What a great knight! I don't know who Mrs. Fu is."

"I haven't written much about Mrs. Fu's origin. I guess it may be inconvenient to write. You know that ancestor is always very cautious."

"Dad, what our ancestors understood from Mrs. Fu's words is that the sword is a treasure and should be well preserved? So there is a universe in the sword?"

"It's not just that. Look here." Zheng Hongsheng turned to another page, "Here it is said that our ancestor met Madam Fu once when he was old, and Madam Fu asked to borrow his sword for a look."

Zheng Xiantong read this page and roughly said that Mrs. Fu took the sword and looked at it, then gave it back to him and left without saying anything.

The point is, the face of Mrs. Fu written by the ancestor is the same as that of thirty years ago. "Is Mrs. Fu an immortal cultivator or a protector of the family?" Zheng Xiantong's thoughts started to wander.

Zheng Hongsheng knocked on Zheng Xiantong's forehead, "What are you thinking? The meaning of the ancestor's words is very clear. Mrs. Fu is a woman with outstanding abilities and has nothing to do with spirits. Okay, let's be serious. There is a universe in it, you What does feeling mean?"

Zheng Xiantong had a flash of inspiration and said firmly, "It means that there is an interlayer in the sword, and there is something hidden in the interlayer." She vaguely felt that this was the truth.

The sword is lying nearby.

Ever since Jian came back from the Wang family due to a lawsuit, the family had hardly let Jian out of sight.

Zheng Xiantong took the sword over and said, "If there really is a universe, where would it be?"