I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Mingchuan looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a blind old man standing in front of him.

The old man was wearing an old blue denim shirt that had been washed to a pale color, and his face was full of wrinkles.

Although he was blind, he could still keenly notice Mingchuan standing at the door of his shop. This person must be extraordinary.

Mingchuan smiled and walked forward quickly.

"The old man has good hearing. He can even detect someone at the door."

"Haha..." A kind smile appeared on the old man's face, and he chuckled: "My eyes are already blind. If my hearing is not good anymore, how can I serve my customers?"

"What do you want to buy, young man?"

As the old man spoke, he turned around and walked towards the house.

The room he lives in looks quite old.

Very simple and quaint.

But it was cleaned pretty well.

It seems that there is a special person who comes here to help him clean up every once in a while.

Thinking of the king’s recommendation, this person might also be under the king’s care.

Mingchuan thought for a moment, then spoke before the old man paused, "A friend of mine passed away. She was always busy with her career, and her family wasn't well off. She seemed quite lonely. I'd like to make some paper figurines for her to keep her company. And please get me some gold ingots or something."

The old man raised his head slightly when he heard this: "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"girl."

He nodded, "Are you looking for a boyfriend or a servant?"

Mingchuan was stunned.

Is there any difference?

He scratched his head, thinking about what Situ Xuan said to him before she died.

"Come on, have some."

The old man was amused by his words. His eyes narrowed into a line, he laughed twice and nodded, then went into the inner room.

After a while, he packed the things into a red cloth bag.

He placed the red cloth bag in front of Mingchuan and patted it twice.

"Everything you want is in here. In addition to the gold ingots, I also put some other things in there for you. It should be enough for her to live down there."

This is what I said...

Mingchuan felt as if he had entered another world, a bit magical.

However, if we even have spiritual energy, what else is impossible?

He smiled and nodded.

"Okay, thank you, old man. How much is it?"

"Just give me five hundred dollars."

Mingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

This was the first time the old man had seen such a good deal on selling things these days.

Sure enough, it has to be an old man.

"Please wait for me for a moment."

Without waiting for the old man's response, Mingchuan quickly left his shop and went to a bank not far away.

He walked into the bank and took out some cash.

He tied up all the money, took it in his hand, turned around and went back to the shop, and placed a stack of bills in front of the old man.

"Here you go."

"Well...that's not right, young man!" The old man's smiling hand just touched it and his face changed immediately.

"Why did you give so much? This... this should feel like it's worth at least 20,000, right?"

Mingchuan smiled and said, "It's not easy for you to live alone. Just keep it. I won't pay you when I come to see you next time."

"How can this be done!"

The old man was determined to put the money back into Mingchuan's pocket, but unfortunately he couldn't see Mingchuan and could only determine his location by listening to his voice, which was not completely accurate.

Especially when facing someone as flexible as Mingchuan.

Mingchuan stepped back, creating some distance between them, and said with a smile, "If you can, keep it. I'll come back to see you later, and I can help you recover your eyes."

"what?"

The old man was stunned.

Just as he was about to ask more questions, he felt a breeze blowing in front of him, and then the young man who was standing not far from him seemed to disappear...

All he could hear was the rustling of falling leaves around him and the pounding of his own heartbeat as he stood there.

The old man clicked his tongue twice in confusion, lowered his head and touched the stack of red banknotes in his hand, sighed, shook his head, and took out the five that belonged to him. Then he placed the remaining red banknotes in an ancient box and locked it.

It seems that he has no intention of using the money.

Mingchuan, who had already walked far away, did not see his behavior, but just held the red cloth bag in his hand with a little more doubt.

He opened the red cloth bag and saw that the old man had prepared several paper figures as he had said.

What was left were countless gold ingots and various incense sticks and other things.

Mingchuan tied the bag again and drove to the King's Mansion.

At this moment, more and more people came to pay their respects.

All those who came were ministers of state and those who had received favors from Situ Xuan.

The atmosphere at the scene once again reached a sad climax, everyone hung their heads, their eyes red.

At this time, Mingchuan arrived like a gust of wind, picked up the things, and quickly went to the place where the coffin was placed.

He acted as if no one was around and didn't pay any attention to the other people around him. He just took out an iron basin and burned all the things he had just bought in it.

Everyone was surprised to see this.

"General Ming..."

Mingchuan did not respond and continued to work with his head down.

Just when the man was about to shout, someone beside him quickly grabbed him and shook his head at him.

The man's heart trembled, he realized something, and closed his mouth, not daring to say anything.

He didn't feel relieved until Mingchuan finished burning the whole pot of food.

When he was reincarnated, the king was already beside him.

"Xiaochuan, you are thoughtful."

Mingchuan: "No. When will the coffin be carried out for burial?"

The King said, "Xiaoxuan will need to stay in the mourning hall for three days. It should be ready by the time you return."

"It's still early, let's eat something and then go back to rest for a while, and then set off tomorrow morning."

The king spoke earnestly, and it seemed as if he was coaxing Mingchuan as if he were his own child.

This made the ministers around him look at Mingchuan a few more times.

I want to go up and curry favor with him, but I don’t dare.

Mingchuan shook his head.

"No need. Time waits for no one. I'll go get busy first. I'll leave this to you guys."

Seeing this, the king had no choice but to nod.

Just as Mingchuan was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly seemed to think of something. He turned back to look at the king and asked, "Is that blind old man related to Situ Xuan in some way?"

The king raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Mingchuan to be so sharp.

"How did you guess that?"

"intuition."

Now thinking back, when our old man was communicating with him just now, he looked like he was missing someone.

Moreover, if there is no relationship, why should the king take care of him?

With so many blind people, the king must be too busy to handle it.

Sure enough, the king smiled.

"Yes, I can't hide anything from you. Situ Xuan was lost when she was a child, and that old man was the one who raised her."

"Later, she returned to the Situ family. Due to her special status and her busy career, it was rare for her to see the old man again. So, I have been taking care of him for her all these years."