The man called uncle Yi adjusted his glasses and lowered his head slightly. He looked up and down at her, sizing her up. His eyes were like torches, as if he could tell what she was thinking at a glance.
"Oh, oh, go."
There was a statue of a Golden Owl on the counter. He turned it slightly and saw a crack in the cabinet.
Wen Qiao was a little surprised. She followed Dong Yao to the side of the bookcase and found that it was actually a dark room.
After entering the secret room, there were long steps, followed by a narrow corridor. After seven turns and eight turns, an iron door appeared in front of him. Dong Yao reached out and opened the door.
Wen Qiao couldn't help but let out a 'wow'.
It was like a ray of light at the end of the tunnel. There was actually another world underground.
They saw a huge Hall, like an old train station in the Republic of China. Opposite them was a huge ancient clock. When they arrived, it was six O 'clock in the evening. The hour hand was six ...
'Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!' The heavy sound of the bell rang out, reverberating in the spacious hall. Wen Qiao could feel the steps beneath her feet shaking slightly.
There were people coming and going in the main hall, and all kinds of shops were around, selling all kinds of things, including rare antiques, precious medicinal herbs, and many things that Wen Qiao had never seen before.
The people here also looked ordinary. They were just ordinary people who people wouldn't take a second look at when walking on the road, whether it was their looks or clothes.
As soon as the two of them pushed open the door, almost everyone in the hall focused their eyes on them. The fact that they had come in from this door proved that they were from the Dong family. The underground market was founded by the Dong family. Looking at the two of them, they should be the young master and young lady of the Dong family.
Dong Yao led her downstairs, and those people weren't particularly attentive.
Dong Yao walked through the crowd and went straight to a shop in the southwest corner that had relatively cold business.
Two people were chatting at the door. One was a young man, and the other was an old man with white hair.
"Grandpa Lin?" Dong Yao asked the old man with white hair.
"And you are?" the old man turned around to look at him.
"My grandfather is Dong Yifu."
The old man called Grandpa Lin immediately beamed with joy. Oh, it's old Dong's grandson. He's already so big.
"Grandpa Lin, I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?"
Dong Yao looked around. This Grandpa Lin had been to many places and was very experienced in interpersonal relationships. He said, " "Let's go to the flower bed over there."
Wen Qiao and Dong Yao followed the old man to the flower bed. It was quiet and there were not many people.
"My grandfather said that you know a kind of illness where one person can't live without another, right?" Dong Yao said.
Grandpa Lin looked at him from head to toe, then turned to the young lady behind him. "What's wrong?"
Dong Yao didn't intend to hide it. He pulled Wen Qiao in front of him and said, " "She has such an illness.“
"What exactly?" Grandpa Lin frowned.
Wen Qiao then told the old man about her being unable to leave Fu Nanli for thirteen days. The old man's expression was a little grim. I have heard of it. My ancestor was a historian in the Imperial Palace. Of course, official history would not record this. However, my ancestor left behind an unofficial record. I flipped through it and saw that a concubine had to stay by the emperor's side in order to survive. I think it was seven days, which was similar to your symptoms. After reading it, I felt that my ancestor's story was too fake. After meeting you today, I realized that there are all kinds of strange things in the world.
Wen Qiao's heart instantly jumped to her throat, and her voice sounded a little urgent. "What happened to the concubine in the records? Has the illness been cured?"
Grandpa Lin: " Qianqian fell out of favor and was banished to the cold Palace. She couldn't see the Emperor and died a tragic death in the cold Palace.
Wen Qiao:
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excuse me？