Chapter 682

"Good, grandmother." I'll take a look at Qijiang at night.

Qi Qingxing also nodded.

Mrs. Qing is also very reluctant to give up, holding Jiang Wanbai's hand and saying, "then how long can you come back? When I give birth, can you come back? "

"I don't know. If we can come back, we will come back." Jiang Wanbai said seriously.

Before leaving the capital, Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing went to wanshulou. She did not know why. She wanted to see the old eunuch again. But when she arrived, she found that the person sitting in the small window was not the familiar old eunuch.

"Where were the watchmen here before?" Jiang Wanbai was slightly stunned for a moment and asked.

The young palace man in the small window raised his head, revealing a face familiar to Jiang Wanbai.

"Lu Ci?"

"Mrs. Qi." Lu Ci smiles at Jiang Wanbai. Thinking of the question Jiang Wanbai asked just now, Lu Ci answers truthfully: "I don't know where the man who was guarding the wanshulou has gone. I just heard that it seems that he left the palace on the day after you married Qi Shizi. I came before dawn, and he left after the handover."

Jiang Wanbai was stunned when he heard the speech. After returning to his senses, he took out the brocade box in the storage ring and asked, "did you see him holding this box before?"

Lu Ci took a look, nodded and said, "yes, he had such a box in his hand at that time, and he didn't bring any other luggage, so I have an impression."

Jiang Wanbai took the box's hand tightly and pursed her lips. After a moment, he said to Lu: "thank you very much. Since he has gone, we should go first."

After that, Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing left the wanshulou and were about to walk to the gate of the palace. She just breathed a sigh, looked down at the box in her hand and said, "I didn't expect that the box was given to me by him. I don't know what is in it, and the box can't be opened..."

I don't know why. Knowing that the box that couldn't be opened was sent by the old eunuch who guarded the wanshulou, Jiang Wanbai became more curious about the contents of the box.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Wanbai suddenly steps.

Qi Qingxing looked at her and asked, "what's the matter?"

"I never seem to know the name of the watchman." Jiang Wanbai looks at Qi Qingxing road.

Qi Qingxing stopped for a moment and said in a low voice, "wait for me in the carriage first. I'll ask."

"Good." Jiang Wan white point, holding the box back to the carriage, while waiting for Qi Qingxing to come out, while drooping his eyes to play with the box in his hand.

There is no pattern on the outside of the box. It looks like an ordinary wooden box. You can see the opening and closing gaps. There are also buckles. But if you pull the buckle, the box will not open.

It's like growing together.

Jiang Wanbai snapped her fingers, and a small cluster of flames lit up on her fingertips. She looked at the flames on her fingertips and at the box to figure out whether to use the fire. Just then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted. Qi Qingxing stood outside the carriage and looked at her. Her eyes fell on her fingertips and moved away as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Wanbai twisted out the fire on his fingertips and put the box away. He asked Qi Qingxing, "did you ask?"

"Yes." Qi Qingxing got on the carriage and waited for Jiang Wanbai to sit beside him. Then he said, "the man's name is Changyuan. When he was a teenager, he entered the palace. Later he went to guard the Wanshu tower."