Airport!
The Count of Versailles got his title from the sky, but there is no airport built in his manor, so what is it?
You have forgotten your roots!
In fact, this airport is... always the first choice for the private planes of the dignitaries in Beijing to take off and land, because it is hidden. No matter which star or young model you are traveling with here, it will not attract the attention of the outside world. Even with all kinds of restrictions, the officials and their descendants are always mortals, and mortals always have mortal hobbies.
Reporters... they definitely can't get in. After all, this is private territory. If they enter without permission, they will put their lives in danger.
After the plane landed, two large black SUVs stopped in front of the stairs.
After confirming their identities, Zhu Xianhai and his party quickly got into the car. Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a lakeside villa. Looking at the wooden villa, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but smile.
This is a revisit to an old place.
When he was emperor, he came here and even stayed overnight.
"The Emperor once lived in this villa."
Ma Bangde specifically reminded when entering the villa.
"This is the private residence of the first Count of Versailles and also the home of the head."
The identity of "Mr. L" has been revealed - a descendant of the Count of Versailles and a member of the Li family.
After entering the villa, Zhu Xianhai saw several oil paintings hanging in the hall, but most of them were landscape paintings, with only one portrait of Emperor Shengde in garrison uniform.
As the heavy feeling of history hit him, Zhu Xianhai took a special look at his portrait. His portrait was hung in the homes of all the meritorious officials. Looking at himself in the portrait, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
Who could have imagined that one day I would see my own portrait in this way?
Not only Zhu Xianhai stopped in front of the portrait, but also Li Jielin and Ma Bangde. No one would find it strange. After all, for the Chinese, whether they are Ming people, Chinese or Mexican, as long as they are of Chinese descent, they will be full of admiration for Emperor Shizu. Every year, millions of people go to the royal mausoleum in Nanhua to pay homage. Even the "Xiaohua Mausoleum" next to the Xiaoling Mausoleum has millions of people going to pay homage every year. According to the will of Emperor Zhu, his body was buried in Nanhua, that is, "Hua Mausoleum", and his cenotaph was brought back to Nanjing and buried next to the Xiaoling Mausoleum to show that he did not forget Huaxia.
Just at this moment, someone came over and said.
"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Ma, the master invites you to the lake."
Then the man spoke to another servant.
"Take Mr. Li to the guest room."
Li Jie Lin tactfully followed the servant to the guest room, while Zhu Xianhai and Ma Bangde walked towards the backyard. From a distance, they could only see an old man sitting on the wooden pier by the lake and fishing.
When they reached the pier, Ma Bangde stopped at the signal of others and stood there with several agents. Only Zhu Xianhai walked over. When approaching him, Zhu Xianhai suddenly paused and looked at the old man who was fishing, even a little absent-minded.
"Ever fished?"
The old man sitting in the chair asked after hearing the footsteps.
"I play sometimes."
Zhu Xianhai picked up the fishing rod that he had prepared long ago, put on the bait, cast the line and started fishing himself.
His action made the old man smile slightly, and then he spoke.
"Faceless"
"Um."
"I checked you out."
"I know."
It would be unrighteous not to investigate, especially since the other party is a specialist in intelligence.
"Your family background is very clean, so clean that it's unbelievable. Your father was a captain of the Congolese Guard. When you were young, he died in the Congo rainforest while on a mission. However, he was not on a combat mission. Your mother... a few months ago, you returned to Africa to attend your mother's funeral. You graduated from the University of South China and work for a large company. If your resume is clean, it's simply perfect..."
The old man looked at the floating fish and smiled.
"This is the Faceless Man's method, right? A perfect resume will help you hide your identity and infiltrate every aspect of the empire, right?"
Regarding Mr. "L's" imagination, Zhu Xianhai said in his heart... You are really good at making associations, but this may be his occupational disease.
"Since Shi Lei, the identities of all Investigation Bureau directors have been kept secret. No more than three people in the entire Ming Dynasty know his true identity - the emperor, the crown prince, and you. Other than that, no one else knows the identity of the Investigation Bureau director..."
"The Bureau must always stay in the shadows. Only in the shadows can we better protect the empire!"
The old man answered casually that this was the rule made by Emperor Zhu in the past. In fact, to put it bluntly, it was to prevent anyone from getting their hands on the Investigation Bureau and to prevent trouble before it happens. Facts have proved that this is undoubtedly correct.
Zhu Xianhai looked at the lake and talked to himself.
"Hmm... "Mr. L", your last name should be Zhu."
The sudden words made the old man tremble all over. He turned his head sharply to look at the guy, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he spoke sternly.
“Who the hell are you!”
The reason why he is so sensitive is that his identity is top secret. No one knows his true identity except the emperor and the king. To the outside world, there is only one "Mr. L" in the Investigation Bureau. It was "Mr. L" 100 years ago and it is still "Mr. L" now.
As for the true identity, no one will ever know.
A shadow is always a shadow, he is a shadow.
Compared to the old man's surprise, Zhu Xianhai, looking at the lake, seemed very calm.
"Back then, about a month after the wedding, the Emperor came here as a relative. This house was the private residence of the youngest daughter of the Count of Versailles. She married into the royal family. Well, although she was not the legitimate son, but..."
Before he could finish, the old man shouted angrily.
"Shut up, Jianzi, how can you be so rude!"
Zhu Xianhai simply sighed inwardly at the old man's anger. He forced himself not to look at him - because the old man in front of him was his descendant, the child of Xiao Shijiu. Judging from his age, he should be a great-great-grandson, right?
"I am being rude."
Zhu Xianhai turned his head to look at the old man. Seeing that his appearance was extremely similar to Nineteen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to him. No matter what, he never thought that "Mr. L" was actually his own child.
This is both unexpected and reasonable.
After all, at any time, the emperor could not trust as many people as he imagined. Especially in some extremely sensitive positions. The emperor did not have the time to observe a certain person for decades, and most of the time he did not have the channels to observe, after all, most ordinary officials were far away from the emperor's sight.
At this time, the people around him became the best choice for the emperor.
For example, meritorious officials are relatively suitable candidates, but they are too ostentatious. After all, they have titles and status, which can easily attract the attention of the outside world. However, there are also many people in the royal family.
Thanks to the fact that he set an example himself and increased production to serve the country, there was always a suitable candidate among so many children. Their descendants were kept away from the royal family because of reasons such as demotion of titles and were not noticed by the outside world. They were simply the most suitable candidates.
Compared with outsiders, these royal members have more or less certain connections with the royal family. The emperor has the opportunity to come into contact with them and also has time to observe them. It is even possible that they study in the same school and serve together.
When Zhu Xianhai was sighing in his heart, he heard the old man say.
"Your last name is also Zhu, could it be that you are..."
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