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"What did sir see?"

Yue Zhi softened his tone and made a gesture of asking for advice.

"Old and blind, can't see anything."

Although the shopkeeper said so, Yue Zhi found that his gaze was always on his pocket.

"Then the junior will not bother you sir."

Yue Zhi continued to write but only focused on the eyes, the old man was reading a book, but seeing Yue Zhi like this, he didn't even read the book, just staring at the lifelike lotus root figure on his lantern.

"What are you looking at me, sir?"

The old man didn't say what was on his mind, he just raised his head and stared at him, the old man clearly pretended to not know that he snatched the pen away with a flick of his sleeve.

"You are not good at painting, you need to add something to get the artistic conception."

"Ask sir to enlighten me."

"Don't dare to teach, just give money."

Yue Zhi took the pen and filled in a large yard next to the puppet. The sun was rising in the east, and the puppet seemed to hold his forehead in doubt.

"Your painting is really rebellious."

The old man tutted.

"Did you only see the great treason?"

"You want to use the name of sending lanterns to get close to someone like Mu Zihan."

Yue Zhi smiled.

"Ghostly, it seems that you know the mastermind behind this witchcraft disaster?"

The old man stared straight at Yuezhi with narrowed eyes.

"The mastermind behind the scenes is the person in the heart of the imperial concubine, ah, no, it should be the empress dowager now."

"Ignorant child, do you know what you are talking about? Who taught you such nonsense?"

"Mr. Mu, who taught me is not important, what is important is how to keep the Mu family, isn't it?"

"Did you find out clearly?"

"That's not true. I'm just guessing. I'm lucky to guess right."

Yue Zhi paused and turned the lantern around.

"Tell me how you guessed it?"

"There are not many people in Anjiao who can not change their faces when they hear about the scourge of witchcraft. Except for the few adults I have met, you are the only one left."

"clever."

"No, it's meticulous. People passing by say that you sell old people by selling old ones, and the ugly lanterns are extremely expensive, but now I think you are trying to hide from those who want to use the lanterns to curry favor with Uncle Zheng."

"But I still haven't avoided you little brat."

"I'm different. They have no purpose in flattering you, but I'm just looking for a job."

"Tell me."

"How about I wait until I can solve the curse of this witchcraft?"

"Do you know that this disaster for the Zheng family is a long drought and rain. If you solve it, it will spoil some people's happiness."

"No, they're not that stupid."

The more persistent he said, he looked at the old man again, he had put away his indecent appearance, he was stroking his beard and listening with great interest.

"Whether it's the eight kings or the prince's party, we must get rid of it. You can't use the name of the curse. Everyone in Nandu has never believed in ghosts and gods. If you really use the curse as an excuse, no matter who you are except the Zheng family, you will become the target of public criticism."

"Which family are you from?"

The old man approvingly watched more and more persistently, and while approving, he also began to look carefully and persistently.

"My mother is a dancer."

"I've never heard of that family who married a dancing girl and gave birth to such a smart child..."

"I don't have a father."

The more he insisted that this was the truth, he could never say that he was his own son.

"What's your name, baby?"

"Inheritance."

"Okay, Chengye, how about you follow me, Muzihan?"

Yue Zhi's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't guessed that this gray-haired old man was Mu Zihan from the shepherd's family.

"Chengye thanked Mr. Guo for his wrong love, but Chengye made an oath not to join any party in his life."

The more he insisted on talking nonsense, he did add another sentence in his heart.

Only the prince.