The man named Uncle Yi hooked his glasses under the bridge of his nose, pressed his head slightly, looked up at her, looked her up and down, his eyes were like torches, as if he could tell what she was thinking at a glance.

"Oh-oh, go ahead."

There was a golden owl statue on the counter, and he turned it slightly, and he saw a crack in the cabinet next to it.

Wen Qiao was a little surprised, and walked to the bookcase with Dong Yao, it turned out to be a dark room.

Entering the dark room was a long staircase, followed by a narrow corridor, turning around, an iron door appeared in front of him, Dong Yao stretched out his hand to open the door.

Wen Qiao couldn't help but let out a 'wow' sound.

It seems that the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is a hole in the ground.

Entering the eye is a huge hall, like an old-fashioned railway station in the Republic of China, directly opposite is a huge ancient clock, when he arrived, it was six o'clock in the evening, and the hour hand went to six-

'Bell...... The bell ......' the heavy bell rang, echoing through the empty hall, and Wincho could feel the stairs trembling slightly under his feet.

The hall was full of people, surrounded by all kinds of storefronts, selling everything, rare antiques, precious medicinal materials, many of which were things that Wen Qiao had never seen.

The people here also look ordinary, just ordinary people who don't make people look twice when they walk on the road, whether they look or dress.

When the two of them just pushed the door open, almost all the eyes of everyone in the hall were focused on them, coming in through this door, it proved that they were from the Dong family, and this underground market was founded by the Dong family, and then look at the two of them, it should be the young master and young lady of the Dong family.

Dong Yao led her downstairs, but those people were not particularly attentive.

Dong Yao walked through the crowd and went straight to a shop in the southwest corner with a relatively cold business.

There were two people chatting at the door, a young man and an old man with gray hair.

"It's Grandpa Lin, right?" Dong Yao asked the gray-haired old man.

The old man looked back at him: "Are you?" ”

"My grandfather is Dong Yifu."

The old man named Grandpa Lin immediately smiled: "Oh, it's Lao Dong's grandson, they've all grown so big." ”

"Grandpa Lin, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

Dong Yao looked around, this Grandpa Lin walked from south to north, and his feelings were clear at a glance, so he said, "Go to the flower bed over there." ”

Wen Qiao and Dong Yao followed the old man to the flower bed, which was clean and there were no people.

Dong Yao said: "My grandfather said, you know a disease, that is, one person is inseparable from another, right? ”

Grandpa Lin glanced him up and down, and then looked at the little girl behind him: "What?" ”

Dong Yao didn't intend to hide it, and pulled Wen Qiao to him: "She has such a disease. “

Grandpa Lin frowned slightly: "What kind of exactly?" ”

Wen Qiao told the old man that he couldn't leave Fu Nanli for thirteen days, and the old man's face was a little solemn: "I've heard that my ancestor was a palace historian, of course, it is impossible to record these in the official history, but my ancestor left a history of Benye, I turned it over, a concubine, must stay with the emperor, in order to survive, it seems to be seven days, about the same as your symptoms, I think after reading it, my ancestor is too fake, I see you today to know, the original world, It's not surprising. ”

Wen Qiao's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his voice was a little urgent: "What happened to the concubine in the record?" Has the illness been resolved? ”

Grandpa Lin: "Uh...... Later, he fell out of favor, entered the cold palace, and when he couldn't see the emperor, he died tragically in the cold palace. ”

Wincho: ......

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