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He deliberately raised his voice to ensure that the shadow outside the window could be heard clearly.

"I followed him right after he came out of prison. He wears a flying fish suit and a embroidered spring knife. He looks like an expert at first sight."

"Master, please lower your voice!" Uncle Fu stamped his feet anxiously.

"It's okay," Cheng Hechuan took another sip of tea. His voice was not too loud or too quiet, just enough to be heard in the courtyard, "Old Zhu said, give me three months to rewrite "Yuan History". At least during these three months, he won't kill me."

The shadow outside the window paused.

The corners of Cheng Hechuan's mouth rose slightly.

This is the effect he wants.

He figured it out in prison. His biggest advantage in the past three months was not his ability to compile history, but that he knew Zhu Yuanzhang was watching.

Jin Yiwei's surveillance is a double-edged sword.Since it was surveillance, his words would definitely be sent back.

Then why didn't he pass the message to Zhu Yuanzhang directly through Jin Yiwei?

"Uncle Fu, what's there to eat at home?" Cheng Hechuan changed the subject, "I've been hungry all day."

"Yes, yes, yes," Uncle Fu nodded quickly, "Old slave, go and heat up the food. Master, please wait."

The old man turned to leave, then turned back and looked at him helplessly: "Master, are you really okay?"

"It's okay."

"Your Majesty...really don't want to kill you?"

"If you don't kill me now," Cheng Hechuan thought for a moment, then added, "Whether you kill him or not in three months will depend on how well I am able to revise the History of the Yuan Dynasty."

The expression on Fu Bo's face was uglier than crying: "Then why are you still acting like you're fine?"

Cheng Hechuan smiled: "Otherwise? Is it useful to cry? Is it useful to kneel? Can you not die if you kneel?"

Uncle Fu opened his mouth, but finally said nothing and turned around and went to the kitchen.

Cheng Hechuan sat alone in the main room and glanced across the room.

There is a picture hanging on the wall with the four words "Qingfengmingyue" written on it.

The handwriting is neat and peaceful, which matches the personality of the original owner very well.

Timid, cautious, doesn't like to show off, and laughs at everyone he sees.

It is not surprising that such a person was scared to death in the court.

But Cheng Hechuan is not him.

"Master," Uncle Fu came in with a food box and babbled while setting the dishes, "while you were not at home, Zhang Yushi from next door came over and said he wanted to borrow your book. Li Hanlin from the alley behind also came over and said he wanted to buy you a drink. The old slaves were sent away."

Cheng Hechuan picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks, chewed two mouthfuls, and asked vaguely: "How do these people usually have a relationship with Yuan... and me?"

"Zhang Yushi and you are Jinshi in the same department, and we have a pretty good friendship. Li Hanlin..." Uncle Fu curled his lips, "He is just a man who adapts to the wind. He didn't move around much before, but he suddenly came here today. Most likely, he heard that you were in prison and wanted to inquire about the news."

Cheng Hechuan nodded.

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