I saw only four words written on the snow: The time is ripe.
"Is the time coming?" Wang Zhixin was stunned at first, and then he was horrified.
He hurried back into the room, closed the door, then knelt on the ground and looked under the bed.
There was only a box there.
Three feet long, two feet wide and one foot high.
Made of sandalwood, it looks very delicate at first glance or upon closer inspection.
Wang Zhixin clearly remembered that before he left the capital, the Ming Emperor Chongzhen handed him this box.
At the same time, he told him that after arriving in Nanjing, the box would be temporarily kept by him.
During the storage period, the box cannot be opened to check the items inside. When the time is right, he must open the box and hand over the items to the right person.
Wang Zhixin has always kept this incident in mind and has never forgotten it.
But he really couldn't figure out when the right time was.
When the news that Chongzhen would not attend court reached Nanjing, Wang Zhixin had the urge to open the box.
But he held back.
Because he felt that although the news was important, it had nothing to do with timing.
When the news of Chongzhen's illness reached Nanjing, he became impulsive again.
But he held back again.
Later, a series of news came in succession, including the private minting of Ming Yuanbao by Nanjing nobles, Zheng Zhilong's smuggling to support the enemy, and the infighting within the Donglin Party.
Wang Zhixin still didn't open the box.
Now someone has left him a message on the snow, saying the time is right.
"This person must have been sent by His Majesty!"
"Yes, the time is ripe, we can open the box." Wang Zhixin began to talk to himself.
He was very excited at this moment.
After talking to himself for a long time, Wang Zhixin stretched out his trembling hands and placed them on the box.
There was a brass lock on it with a key in it.
Wang Zhixin turned the key and the copper lock opened with a click.
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