The Wife is First

The study room was also turned into a mess, and even the paperweight and pen wash on the table were looted.

When Mu Hanzhang went to a wall-mounted calligraphy and painting, he would correct the damaged place. When he saw what was drawn, he could not help but be a pity: It is."

Jing Hao took a look at it, but it was a landscape map. I couldn’t see anything special. When Mu Zhangzhang saw that he didn’t understand, he explained it warmly.

The turbid water is one of the 16 scattered people in the former dynasty. At that time, the respect for calligraphy painting reached the highest since ancient times, and the 16 scatterers were among the best. They often studied painting together, but due to the final war, These paintings are rarely preserved.

Mu Hanzhang took the rotten picture and carefully rolled it up. He went back to find an expert to stick it up. Maybe he could recover as much as he could. "This painting is worth more than jewelry. Why don't the Southwest King bring it?"

"This generation of the southwestern king is not knowing the goods, come with me." Jing Hao took the small compartment of his own Wang Shuo study.

There is a small cubicle in the study room of the big family, which is used for rest on weekdays. This study is no exception, but this compartment is actually too small and can only put down a bed. The bed was messy, and even the jade on the pillow was smashed, which looked quite bleak.

"I must have taken a lot of things from the slaves in the southwestern palace." Mu Hanzhang looked at the lanyard on the account that had been removed from the gold hook.

"The tree is falling apart, everyone has to find a way to live." Jing Xiao smiled and pulled off the entire account, revealing a rugged wall.

Jing Hao jumped onto the bed and said to the human being behind him: "Jun Qing, retreat."

Mu Hanzhang withdrew from the small compartment, and saw Jing Jing lift his legs and slammed against the uneven wall.

With a bang, the wall was pulled out of a big hole, and the wooden scorpion splashed. It was only seen by Mu Hanzhang that the wall was actually made of wood, but the surface was covered with a thin brick. When the dust is exhausted, it seems to be a room, but the black paint is not really cut.

Jing Hao took out the fire-fighting belt that he carried with him, and ignited the candlestick on the small hand. He took the lead and drilled in. He quickly lit the candle in the cabin and reached out to pick up his own king.

Mu Hanzhang looked at the small room in front of him. There was no window. It should be a secret room. There was a five-foot-tall black Buddha statue on the high platform. There were several futons underneath. The room was in the middle of a bronze square, surrounded by wood. On the shelf, many things are gone, but there are four or five scrolls in the porcelain bucket. There are several long boxes on the wooden frame. There are some scattered jewels in the bronze ding, and the broken beads are everywhere.

Jing Hao took the lead to the wooden frame and looked through a few long boxes. They were very old boxes with delicate daggers and long swords. Only one of them was pressed at the bottom. The box was very worn and opened. A weapon whose appearance has been rusted seems to be a narrow knife, and it seems to be a short sword. Seeing this thing, can not help but sigh of relief, but fortunately to live a lifetime, the Southwest King is still the southwestern king who does not know the goods.

"Small spoon, you are coming soon!" Mu Hanzhang's voice was quite exciting.

Jing Hao took the old knife in the box and took it to see the picture in his hand. It was a strange picture. The flowers, birds and worms were all complete, but their styles were different. It was quite strange to make a picture: "This What is it?"

"Nine songs and sixteen Fu! This is the picture of the sixteen scattered people!" Mu Hanzhang is delighted, and the sixteen scattered people will only draw this picture in their lifetime, and the real treasure of the world. The disappearance, which actually fell in the southwestern palace, was abandoned. "This painting is worth a thousand dollars."

"The southwest king wants to escape, the calligraphy and painting is not easy to bring," Jing Yan smiled and rolled up the picture that he looked ugly, and took out the rust knife in his hand. "Look at what this is." ”

Mu Hanzhang took over, the rust on the top is very obvious, the knife can not be pulled out, the handle seems to be together with the scabbard rust.

Jing Hao took his hand and gently pressed it on the side of the scabbard, slamming, the button was opened, and the blade was slowly pulled out.

The red knife face, like gold and gold, like jade and non-jade, like agate, even in the dark room, still Yan Danxia.

"It's beautiful." Even if Mu Hanzhang is not a person who loves the blade, he still can't help but admire, there is no carving on the knife, only the smooth and moist blade is good enough.

Jing Hao took a falling hair on his shoulder and put it on the blade: "Take a sigh."

Mu Hanzhang glanced at him and smiled. "Blowing hair is just a rumor. Do you really have such a blade in this world?"

"That's not as good as we are going to make a bet. If it really can, what color is it?" Jing Hao smiled and put it in his ear.

Mu Hanzhang saw him and was very curious, so he really sighed at the hair.

"Hey, I haven't said the color head yet!" Jing Hao hurriedly took the knife back, but still did not hurry, the hair fell on the thin blade, and immediately broke into two pieces, slowly falling.

"It’s a treasure knife!" Mu Hanzhang was amazed. The world really had such treasures. He turned to look at Jingjing, but he saw the popular squatting on him. He couldn’t help but laugh and stretched his face. Like a child."

"Hey! This knife can't help but blow hair and break hair, but also cut iron like mud!" Jing Hao did not get the benefit, angry, holding a knife to the black lacquered Buddha statue base is a knife, a brush, a petal lotus platform Being cut down, the two suddenly fell on the spot.

Wrapped in a black outer shell, it is a golden solid inner lining. This five-foot-high Buddha statue is actually made of pure gold!

The Golden Buddha is so huge that the southwest king can't move, and the two of them naturally can't swallow it. They called the soldiers to carry the Buddha statue away, and together with the ancient bronze tripod, they were immediately escorted back to Beijing.

Although there is no real gold, but those ancient paintings and knives can be secretly taken away.

"I listened to the right guard and said, "You will make a knife." Jing Hao took his family and walked out of the secret room, lest he watch the big Buddha hurt. He now realizes the mood when the southwest king escaped. Knowing this value. The family is here, it is impossible to move, it is no wonder that the grandson has also been forgotten, it is really difficult in peace.

"I only have some moves, no internal strength, and self-protection when I am in a crisis." For his own efforts, Mu Hanzhang does not think it is practical.

"This knife will be carried with you in the future." Jing Hao wiped the knife clean and hung it at the waist of his own king.

"The knife is useless in my hands, why bother to pay for it." Mu Hanzhang rubbed the old knife handle, slightly rubbing his lips, this knife he really loves, but in his hands who only know the knife, It’s a pity.

"This knife should be yours." Jing Hao smiled, this time to the secret room, just to find this knife. Like jade non-gold, Yan Ruo Danxia, ​​ancient treasures nine instruments, this knife is named with chapters!

In a short time, the small soldier who carried the big Buddha hurriedly reported: "The prince of Kailu, under the big Buddha, is a secret road!"

Jing Emei, the southwestern king of the last generation was killed by him on the way to escape, so he has never studied where the secret road is. This time, the southwestern king fled in advance, and he did not know the trace. He could find this secret passage.

Immediately follow the crowd to track, the secret road is narrow, the road is slow, until there is news at dusk, the secret road leads directly to a dry well outside the city ten miles, the southwest king is carrying something heavy, the rut on the road Obviously, go straight to the east.

"Must be to go to the southeast king, and the things in the car should be gold and silver jewelry." Mu Hanzhang speculated.

"Wang Ye, the end will take a thousand light rides to chase, will be able to catch the old man back!" Zhao Meng Yue eager to try.

Jing Hao indulged in a moment, raised his hand and stopped Zhao Meng’s words: "You don't have to chase."

"Wang Ye, why is this?" Zhao Meng is not clear. So nowadays, there are not many people around the southwest king. It is easy to kill. "Wang Ye, weeding does not remove the roots, we must stay behind."

"The southwest king is not dead. Once he flees into the southeast, he is going to return to the mountains!" Hao Dadao, who arranged the army, walked in with a small tiger.

"Wow!" Xiao Huang heard the reconciliation of the tiger when he returned to the mountain. A pair of big eyes did not leave the bag of Hao Dadao's waist, and he still stretched his claws.

Mu Hanzhang took Xiao Huang and touched the fluff on the top of his head: "The hill is not the southwestern king. The ancients can't take two tigers."

Hao Dadao nodded. "Is it going by him?"

"This king has his own decision," Jing Yu did not plan much, and waved his hand to let them go. "There are many courtyards in the Fuzhong, and you have to pick a rest."

The right guards heard the words and rushed out in a hurry. The small bamboo rafts in the backyard seemed very interesting. He could not sit still. The left guards looked at him with a blank expression and walked silently.

When everyone dissipated, Jing Hao immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a three-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousands, and the news of the capture of Yuncheng and the southwestern king fleeing southeast was played as soon as possible.

Mu Hanzhang looked at him quietly, and the little tiger cub in his arms was comfortably touched by him, lying in the warm arms and sleeping. Jing Hao did this, Zhao Meng did not understand, but he knew. The southwestern king is now rebellious against the country. If the southeast king is to take him in, he will fight with him, and the morale of the army will flourish. only……

"Why are you so anxious to attack the southeast?" Mu Hanzhang looked at the heavy hints in the fold. The Emperor Hongzheng looked at the three thousand miles and rushed, and he would definitely send another three thousand miles to expel the imperial edict to let him attack the southeast directly. Many of Jing’s behaviors are very embarrassing. Others don’t know. He is naturally accompanied by the scores. Today, if the secret room is not known in advance, how can it be found directly?

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