The silver bells on the little wrist sounded crisply.
Gu Nuoer turned around like the owner who took the guest home, and waved: "Brother, come in with me."
Gu Ziliang put away his umbrella, leaned against the corridor, and followed Gu Nuoer into the dilapidated palace.
He is always cautious.
Because the cold palace has been in disrepair for many years, if the beam falls off, it is the most dangerous thing.
But you must not hit Gu Nuoer.
But the little guy was familiar with the road and walked directly to a seemingly ordinary floor tiles and stopped.
She turned her head and called out: "Brother Ten, help me move this stone away."
Gu Ziliang is busy doing what he does.
He picked up the thin floor tiles and gently put them down next to them.
But at this moment, I saw a thick wooden box below!
The entire box is made of corrosion-resistant and moisture-resistant sunken mahogany, and gold pieces are also pasted on the four corners to avoid wear.
Auspicious clouds leaped over the entire box, portraying the beauty.
It's not an ordinary thing at first glance!
How could there be such expensive boxes in places like cold palaces?
Perhaps seeing Gu Ziliang’s question, the little guy blinked his eyes and said, “This is Nuoer’s treasure chest, which contains some ‘waste’ that no one can use in their eyes.”
"But they are priceless to Norbu, so I'll put them all here."
After saying that, the little guy raised his butt and reached out and pulled the lock of the machine made by the eighth prince for her twice, and the lid of the box was loosened.
Gu Nuoer reached out and opened it. Gu Ziliang lowered his eyes and saw that there were quite a lot of things!
The little guy reached out and took out a half-burned scroll.
"This is the first time that Brother Eleven drew a painting. He thought it was not good at the time and was about to burn it. I saved it and then collected it!"
Gu Ziliang knew that his eleventh brother was now a famous painting master all over the world.
Now we are traveling around the world, placing the beauty of mountains and seas in our writing.
One of his paintings can be sold for thousands of gold.
Countless collectors are glorious about collecting paintings by the eleventh prince.
Because what he painted is not just ordinary curves, but also a meticulous work that can make people feel emotional changes!
Gu Nuoer looked at the picture of a child slapping butterfly.
She couldn't help laughing: "Brother Ten, I'll tell you secretly. Brother Eleven felt dissatisfied after finishing drawing, and even cried bitterly for this!"
"But only me and him know about this. He told me not to tell you, otherwise he would not be a man."
Gu Ziliang chuckled: "I will keep it secret for my sister and eleventh brother."
"Well! Brother Ten, look at this, this broken night pearl, from the side, looks like a beautiful woman with tears?"
The little guy held only half of Ye Mingzhu in both hands and turned his side to show Gu Ziliang.
As expected.
I saw the broken cracks, but they accidentally looked like the beauty's eyebrows, nose tip, and lips.
The tears that the little guy mentioned are like the sunken position of his eyes, with a small bulge below.
Gu Ziliang nodded sincerely: "Like, and very beautiful."
"Yes!" Gu Nuoer gently stroked Ye Mingzhu: "Maybe this pearl is just a beauty. After it broke, it hurts so much that it cried."
"At that time, my second brother wanted to throw it away, but I couldn't bear it, so I kept it."
The little guy also showed Gu Ziliang a lot of her collections.
Basically, they are all good things that are precious but flawed.