Fast Travel System: A Happy Life

Chapter 160 Secrets in Historical Relics (8)

Chu Qinghe pretended to be calm, shook her head slightly, and shook out all the shyness, "Tell me about you."

She was very curious about him and his grandfather. The relationship between the two did not look like grandparents, but strangers.

Jing Baisong's tone was relaxed, as if he was not talking about his own affairs, "The Jing family has a long history, so of course there will be some dross. My grandma is the only girl left in the head of the family, so she chose to recruit."

"It's just that it didn't end well."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Later, because of this decision of the Jing family, only grandma and I were left in the main family."

Chu Qinghe asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Jing Baisong recalled his childhood memories, "Qi is a very mysterious thing, and a big family that has prospered for a hundred years is a kind of luck."

Chu Qinghe guessed something, "Your grandfather borrowed the Jing family's luck."

"Well, the main family has been most affected."

Chu Qinghe took a breath, "And then?"

"Then, there are only three people left in the prosperous Jing family."

Him, grandpa, grandma.

Ironic.

It takes a hundred years for a family to accumulate, but it takes only two or three years to overthrow.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay, little princess, you're done gossip, isn't it my turn?"

She was fearless, "Just ask."

Left and right wanted to ask her about King Jingwen.

Jing Baisong didn't follow the routine, "Tell me about your memory."

"Memory?" She looked at Jing Baisong doubtfully.

He nodded slightly.

Speaking of which, Little Palace Lantern's memory is fuzzy.

She picked the memory with the deeper impression and told it to Jing Baisong.

"My memory is the memory of getting along with King Jing Wen." She glanced at Jing Baisong, waved her hand and quickly clarified, "Don't get me wrong, I have never seen what he looks like, he is just a blurred picture in my memory." Face."

Jing Baisong has already obtained the information he wants from this passage.

She didn't find herself exposed.

She doesn't seem to be a little palace lantern.

Without King Jingwen's obsession.

who is she?Why did it become the spiritual weapon of the palace lantern.

He didn't ask any of these, obviously he shouldn't have believed her, but when her sincere gaze swept over him, he forgot everything.

She is just an innocent and cute little girl.

...

Most of the red candles in the secret room were burned out, and the two chatted like this for most of the night.

Chu Qinghe felt that it was already late at night. Although she was not tired and someone was with her, she still felt that her body needed to rest.

"Let's go." Jing Baisong stood up and reached out to her, "We should go."

She rolled his eyes and floated up lightly.

Isn't Jing Baisong stupid? It's not easy for her to float around.

Jing Baisong shook his head and laughed dumbly, "Follow me later, I may not be able to talk to you at any time."

Chu Qinghe nodded to express his understanding. After all, if he talked alone at night, the people around him would also be horrified.

In the middle of the night, there were few people on the road and few vehicles were seen.

Jing Baisong's bodyguard drove towards the destination at high speed.

There are a few little tails following them all the time.

Chu Qinghe was a little worried, and asked Jing Baisong in a low voice, "Who are they?"

There were three cars behind them, and it seemed that they were not the same group of people.

Jing Baisong was sitting in the back row, looking sideways at the back, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "Grandpa, Director Zhang, and..."

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped talking.

Chu Qinghe was about to die of anxiety, why Jing Baisong didn't say who it was all of a sudden.

There was Jing Baisong's bodyguard in the car, and Chu Qinghe forcibly held back what he wanted to say.

The bodyguard thought Jing Baisong was talking to them, "Young Master, do you have any orders?"

"There are a few nasty little tails at the back, shake them off."

"Yes."

On the empty road, the bodyguard stepped on the accelerator and ran out.

From time to time the car will take some bumpy trails.

Chu Qinghe watched the car bumping and was glad that she didn't have to do it.

He glanced at Jing Baisong with admiration and approval. He was really awesome. He sat motionless and looked like he was strategizing.

The car behind them was getting further and further away from them.

What should have been a two-hour drive was abruptly shortened to one hour.

The car stopped near the imperial mausoleum.

What is in front of everyone is an unpolluted forest.

Jing Baisong is holding a palace lantern, and the red candle shines through the glass pieces, making it look even more lonely in the dark night.

He carried a hiking bag on his back and said to the bodyguard, "You are here to stop the people behind."

"Master," the bodyguard said worriedly.

"It's okay, don't let the people behind break in."

Then he went into the forest alone.

Not exactly one person.

And Chu Qinghe.

"Who else is following us?"

With only the two of them, Chu Qinghe could finally speak unscrupulously.

Jing Baisong did not answer the question. He held up the palace lantern to identify the direction and changed the subject. "Don't worry, they can't come in today."

Chu Qinghe was not entangled, watched Jing Baisong struggling to identify the direction, and was silent for a while, "I will take you away."

I don't know how long it will take until Jing Baisong recognizes it.

For some reason, as soon as she entered here, she felt a familiar atmosphere, as if someone was calling her.

Jing Baisong stood up silently, wiped the tip of his nose twice, and stood upright behind Chu Qinghe with a lamp, waiting for her to lead the way.

Under the leadership of Chu Qinghe, the two soon arrived at the imperial tomb.

The two hit it off immediately, and decided to go to the back tomb first, that is, the place where the nanmu coffin was placed. There is the greatest possibility of a secret room there.

The stone room is still the same as it was when Chu Qinghe left, but there is an extra line of defense from the cultural relics bureau outside.

The night pearl tirelessly emits a faint light.

Jing Baisong began to inspect the wall carefully.

Chu Qinghe called out the system directly, [Tongzi, is there a secret room here? 】

The system quickly explored all the walls, [No. 】

【No way. ] Damn it.

[Host, there are all solid walls here, not to mention secret rooms, there are not even gaps. 】

【All right. 】

Chu Qinghe sat on the stone table, his eyes following Jing Baisong.

After a while, Jing Baisong finished the survey.

He shook his head at Chu Qinghe, "Nothing."

There can be no secret room here.

Things suddenly reached an impasse.

Chu Qinghe also felt a little irritable.

What secret is King Jingwen trying to hide?

She floated to Jing Baisong, "What should we do now?"

For a moment, Jing Baisong lost his mind, "I don't know."

It was also the first time he had seen such a strange imperial tomb.

[Tongzi, I might as well be a Piao. ] She said with a cry.

Just don't be A Piao, she can float all over the world to find King Jing Wen.

[Host, don't be discouraged. 】

Chu Qinghe and Jing Baisong looked at each other speechlessly.

Jing Baisong took the lead to break the deadlock, "Do you have any ideas?"

She hung her head in frustration, and said sadly, "No, I'm really sure he hasn't left."

Jing Baisong wanted to touch her head to comfort her, but in the end he could only put his hands on top of her head, "I believe in you."

Jing Baisong had a bold guess.

(End of this chapter)