Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

In the spring of 1975, Hua Yu stood in the small garden of a manor outside Shacheng, looking at the brilliant clusters of flowers blooming there.

Fu Guang stood at the door and looked at the depressed Hua Yu.

"Still no news?"

"Master, you also know how chaotic the outside world has been in recent years. Even if there is news, it may not be passed on." The man standing behind Fu Guang stood respectfully, with a bit of helplessness on his face.

"What did Emperor Xin talk about with him back then? He hasn't come back once in all these years, not even a letter from him." Fu Guang asked with a frown.

"I really don't know about this. At that time, everyone was asked to move away a hundred steps, and it was difficult for me to disobey Master Xin's order." The man answered Fu Guang's question with a bitter face.

"Okay, I understand. You continue to find out the information."

Hua Yu stood there blankly until his father came over and helped him sit down on the bench.

Fu Guang looked at Hua Yu's half-white hair, and his heart was filled with not only bitterness but also anger.

"Ayu, there have been conflicts outside for the past few years, and they can't get any news. But no news is the best news. This means that Zhang Qiling is still alive, but he may not be living well."

"Uncle Qin, do you think my brother doesn't remember me?"

"He would never ignore me for so long, nor would he not come to see me for so long."

"Was it because I was too willful before that my brother ignored me?"

"How could that be? Our A-Yu is the best person in the world. How could Zhang Qiling be willing to ignore our A-Yu? Something must have tripped him up, so he didn't find A-Yu in time."

"Besides, Zhang Qiling likes our A-Yu so much, how could he bear to see our A-Yu sad?"

"Didn't Uncle Liu get a letter from Uncle Yang some time ago? Uncle Yang said that Zhang Qiling just lost his memory due to the effects of the medicine he took when he was a child. That's why he didn't think of Ayu in time."

"Uncle Qin!"

Fu Guang comforted Hua Yu, fearing that he would take advantage of their inattention to use his heart blood to calculate Zhang Qiling's whereabouts.

Fu Guang accompanied Hua Yu in the garden to bask in the sun for a while and then took Hua Yu back to the room. After coaxing him to sleep, he sat in a small room separated from Hua Yu's room to handle some matters.

Fu Guang sat on the chair and rubbed his aching head.

There were a few "dong dong dong" sounds of knocking on the glass. Fu Guang turned around and saw the falcon standing on the windowsill.

Fu Guang opened the window, and a falcon flew in and stood on the desk, with a small bamboo tube hidden in its claws.

Fu Guang untied the rope from the falcon's claws and released it. After making sure there were no suspicious people, he opened the bamboo tube and checked the note inside.

The note read: Zhang Qishan, sanatorium, heavily guarded, Changsheng, Zhang Qiling, and the last signer was: Hei.

The word "longevity" was emphasized.

After reading the note, Fu Guang lit a corner of it and threw it into the teacup. After making sure it was burned to ashes, he poured it and the water into the potted plants in the study.

"Go check where Emperor Xin is and ask him to finish what he is doing and come to Sand City as soon as possible."

Fu Guang said to the empty room. There was clearly no one else in the room except him, and the doors and windows were tightly closed, but he could still feel a breeze blowing.

"After all, I'm overthinking it and things are a little out of control." Fu Guang stood in front of the window and said something ambiguous with an unclear expression.

"It's the last carnival. No matter how beautiful and brilliant the fireworks are, they will eventually fall. I wonder if you can withstand his revenge."

"It's such a pity that such a talented person, with such a loyal younger brother by his side, doesn't cherish this affection. What a pity!"

Fu Guang was talking to himself in the study room.

During dinner, Fu Guang gave a little hint, and Hua Yu suddenly seemed to be injected with a soul and became full of life.

“Although I don’t know whether the news is true or not, there is news after all.”

Fu Guang scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to Hua Yu, while at the same time persuading Hua Yu to eat more.

"Ayu, you can have a good meal this time!"

"Otherwise, when she sees Zhang Qiling, I'm afraid Ayu will collapse before she can even say a few words to him."

Hua Yu didn't care about being sad when she heard this. She just wanted to recover so that she could face her brother properly.

Hua Yu picked up the chicken soup that Fu Guang handed over, and even though she felt a little nauseous, she forced herself to eat half of it. Finally, she put down her chopsticks when she couldn't eat any more.

Fu Guang also knew that it would take more than a day or two to recover Hua Yu's current shabby body, but seeing that he now wanted to eat, the subsequent recovery would be easier.