Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Chapter 49 He held Shen Xiuwan’s hand silently

That night.

Shen Xiuwan explained to Fu Jincheng about the Scripture Cave.

She glanced at the man's face and said anxiously: "There are currently 40,000 to 50,000 scriptures, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques hidden in the cellars of Taoist temples and nearby villagers. Taoist priest Xiao Chen said that foreigners are eyeing these things, and they can't protect them with their own strength. Without these cultural relics, he would like to ask you to take these cultural relics to Yanjing, maybe they can be better preserved."

Fu Jincheng frowned.

He stared at Shen Xiuwan. There was no electricity in the guest house and only two candles were lit.

In the dim candlelight, the woman's plump and round face looked thinner due to the hard work these days, but her almond-shaped eyes were as innocent and stupid as those of a wild deer.

He asked: "Do you think I am idle?"

"No...no..."

"Shen Xiuwan, protecting cultural relics is not within the scope of my work, and it will bring me unnecessary trouble. I don't want any accidents to happen during this northwest inspection."

Shen Xiuwan didn't understand the conflict between protecting cultural relics and inspecting the northwest.

She whispered: "It's not too troublesome, just put them on the train. Anyway, we will return to Yanjing in two days. For you, this is obviously just a piece of cake along the way."

"I disagree."

Fu Jincheng rejected her request.

Shen Xiuwan looked at him. After a long time, she said, "If Miss Zhou asked you for help tonight, would you agree?"

The other party was silent.

Shen Xiuwan lowered her head and sat on the bed. She took off her coat and murmured: "In your eyes, I am a woman who has never seen the world, and all my requests are unreasonable. In your eyes, only Miss Zhou can He is a cultured and sensible person. If Miss Zhou were to make this request to you tonight, you would definitely agree."

"Shen Xiuwan."

"You think I stay in Fu Mansion all day and have never seen anything in the world, but I read newspapers and books every day, and I know that the situation outside is not optimistic. I often think about what the roots of a nation are, until I visited today After looking at the murals and documents left by those dynasties, I thought clearly that maybe the so-called roots are its history and culture.

“Every piece of calligraphy, painting, scripture, and cultural relic is a carrier of its history and culture. If they can be properly preserved, then future generations who have emerged from the war may be able to glimpse a piece of history and continue to pass on our civilization. "

The woman's voice had a softness unique to the South, but her tone was particularly firm, as if it contained some kind of strength that was both strong and soft.

Her figure was shrouded in candlelight, with a faint golden light emitting from the edges. Although her body was slim and graceful, she had a maternal and divine nature that could not be blasphemed.

Fu Jincheng stared at her for a long time.

It wasn't until a drop of wax slowly rolled down that he asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you think our nation can come out of the war alive?"

From the rich and powerful to the traffickers and pawns, many people across the country have no hope for this war. They pessimistically believe that the weapons, equipment and infrastructure are too backward and are simply not enough to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

Therefore, many people even took refuge abroad directly with their elders and children.

For example, in Zhou Cibai's family, besides her, several of her brothers and sisters also went abroad one after another.

There are even some pessimistic historians who call for the reconstruction of national history, trying to leave the world with the history and evidence that their civilization once existed before everything ends.

But tonight, Shen Xiuwan said that they would come out of the war.

Shen Xiuwan raised her eyelashes and said seriously: "I'm not the only one who thinks so. When Yingbai was still alive, he and his classmates also thought so. Yunzhu, Gu Lingjun and others also thought so. Jincheng , don’t you think so?”

Fu Jincheng took a deep breath.

Of course he thinks so too! That’s why he refused the high-paying offer from foreign physics institutions and returned to this land to start over!
  He met Shen Xiuwan's eyes. Her eyes were still so bright and clean, brighter and cleaner than the stars in the northwest night sky, and they contained the purest of emotions.

He suddenly held Shen Xiuwan's hand silently.

Outside the window, the night is endless, but there are countless stars embedded in it.

Bright and warm, like countless pairs of sincere eyes on the earth.

The next day.

Shen Xiuwan, Fu Jincheng and others had just finished breakfast at the noodle shop. When they came out, they bumped into the two foreigners carrying suitcases. They also lived in this guest house. They communicated in foreign languages ​​while passing by Shen Xiuwan and others.

When they were far away, Zhou Cibai frowned and said, "They have prepared special chemical glue to steal the murals. Jincheng, shall we go too?"

Fu Jincheng nodded.

A few people pretended to be tourists, rented a car, and came to the cave near the cave while chatting and laughing. Zhou Cibai held up the camera, sometimes focusing on taking pictures of the surrounding scenery, and sometimes taking photos for the few people, without causing any arousal. The two foreigners were suspicious.

When the two foreigners stepped into the cave, Fu Jincheng attacked them from behind, knocked them unconscious, and tied their hands and feet tightly with hemp ropes.

"You damn foreign devils!" Taoist Priest Zhang kicked the two of them hard, "What should we do now?"

Shen Xiuwan looked embarrassed.

After all, these two people did not commit any murders. It would be unjustifiable if they were killed here.

But if he didn't kill him, they might leave again and they might steal the mural again.

Fu Jincheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he expressionlessly took off the pistol hanging from his waist——

"Jincheng." Zhou Cibai stopped him, "No."

Fu Jincheng said solemnly: "Otherwise?"

Zhou Cibai said: "We know nothing about their background, and taking action without authorization will cause unnecessary trouble. It is better to put them on the train and send them to Yanjing, and then deport them out of the country."

Fu Jincheng weighed it for a moment and agreed to her proposal.

He also called in local officials and ordered them to send more manpower to guard the cave. He also ordered tens of thousands of antiques, including scriptures, calligraphy and paintings, hidden by Taoist Zhang and nearby villagers to be carefully wrapped and transported to the train.

After doing all this, everyone took the train back to Yanjing.

The train rumbled toward the east, and the Elaeagnus trees and undulating sand dunes outside the train window gradually receded.

Shen Xiuwan poured a cup of hot water and saw Zhou Cibai sitting by the car window, holding a picture frame and writing and drawing.

She glanced curiously and saw that Zhou Cibai was sketching the murals in the cave.

She looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but said: "You draw really well."

"I heard that Xiuwan is also very good at embroidery," Zhou Ci said without raising his head, raising his red lips with a smile, "Are you interested in cooperating with me? I want to apply the national quintessence of embroidery to fashion design."

"I--"

Before Shen Xiuwan could speak, the entire train suddenly emitted a deafening explosion.

Shen Xiuwan didn't stand firm, and the cup of hot water in her hand spilled onto the ground.

(End of this chapter)