He Baobao thought slowly. She remembered that she touched the string of beads before she saw the illusory scene just now, but she was not sure, so she had to touch it again to try.
"Is this what you're talking about?"
Yin Jian smiled, glanced at the beads on his wrist, took them off and handed them to her.
"This is just a Buddhist bead. If you like it, I can make one for you someday. It will be considered as a return gift for you."
There was no hesitation in his movements, as if the beads were really just a string of ordinary beads.
He Baobao looked at it carefully. The particles were full, as black and smooth as obsidian, and there were no special lines on it.
I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, the cool texture of jade, but no image flashed in my mind.
He Baobao was confused: "Could it be her illusion just now?"
Or maybe some hidden plot was accidentally triggered?
"But what's the problem?" Yin Jian's voice came to his ears, interrupting He Baobao's train of thought.
She came back to her senses and obediently returned the beads to him: "It just feels a little comfortable to touch."
Yin Ji'an calmly put the beads on his hand: "These black beads are not suitable for you. I will make you a better-looking color another day."
"Then I'll thank you sir in advance." He Baobao did not refuse.
She has been thinking about what happened just now: "Just now we mentioned that Lord Huasang was tricked and killed, so where did he die?"
He Baobao thought that Yin Jian would know, but he saw him shaking his head and saying with a smile: "I don't know about this."
"Maybe it's in some unknown place~" He sighed quietly.
"Was the ancient Huasang Kingdom destroyed by natural disasters or man-made disasters?" Or maybe it was both.
He Baobao just saw that although there was no one in the snowy mountain, thousands of sharp arrows were shooting down, which was definitely a long-planned poisoning.
"Why do you have so many problems at such a young age?"
The look of her looking deeply into the matter made Yin Ji'an laugh. He stretched out his hand and tapped her forehead: "The ancient Huasang Kingdom has been extinct for tens of millions of years, and the cause and effect have long ceased to exist. Future generations just want to find out, so why not?" Easy thing."
"Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, how much will future generations know?" As he said this, he stood up leisurely, put his hands behind his back, looked at the gauze curtain blown by the wind, and said calmly: "Everyone speaks of gold, true or false. They are all in everyone’s mouth.”
If you feel it is true, it is true; if you feel it is false, it is false.
He Baobao tilted his face and looked up at him. Against the light, his figure was tall and tall, but there was an aura that she couldn't understand.
This made He Baobao feel a little unspeakable, and subconsciously told her that she shouldn't ask any more questions.
"What else do you want to ask?" Just as she was about to swallow her words, Yin Jian suddenly turned around and asked her.
He Baobao couldn't help but say more: "Since the ancient Huasang Kingdom has disappeared for many years, it stands to reason that no one should remember it, but this time the monarch's statue was suddenly enshrined in the human world and received all the incense from the human world. According to Sir, someone did it deliberately? What was his purpose?"
Such an adult-like tone made Yin Ji'an couldn't help but look at her again, and smiled slightly: "Sometimes I wonder if you are a child of several years old. You speak eloquently and logically, like an ordinary child. It can’t be achieved to this extent.”
Even a child prodigy in the human world should be babbling at her age. When she was carefree, she would never think as much as she did.
"How can the children of the Demon Palace be ordinary people?" He Baobao winked at him and said slyly.
Yin Jian paused and smiled, and felt that it made sense: "The people taught by Lord Demon Lord should be different from ordinary people."
If it is too sparse and ordinary, it will arouse suspicion.
The smile in his eyes faded slightly: "No matter who did it, the person has passed away, so there is no way they want to resurrect the person."
"As for his purpose, maybe he just wanted to commemorate that person."
He Baobao continued to drink the milk in small sips and said thoughtfully: "If that's really the case, who would it be?"
If you just want to commemorate Lord Huasang, why bother to spread rumors about him all the way from Japan, or even ask his descendants to worship him? He can just find a place by himself.
Moreover, it is a coincidence that the location is set in a place that once belonged to the ancient country of Huasang. It feels wrong even thinking about it.
"Sir, do you think there is some connection between the person who set up the temple and Monarch Huasang?" He Baobao expressed her inner thoughts uncertainly.
Yin Jian's originally leisurely and calm figure stiffened for a moment, and then he put his light brown eyes on He Baobao and asked, "Why do you say that? What did you think of?"
This little milk baby has a delicate and clear mind and a flexible mind. He can deduce a lot just by making some insinuations. He is a person with great wisdom. If he is well cultivated, his future will be immeasurable.
"Lord Hua Sang has been dead for many years, and the only people who can still remember him in their hearts today, except those who are related to him, are definitely others."
He Baobao opened his big, watery eyes, imitating the big devil's usual meaningful look, and said quietly: "Do you think that person is a descendant of Lord Huasang?"
Even if he is not a descendant, he should be a member of the royal family, nobles, nobles, generals and ministers who were related to the monarch at that time.
"Bang--"
Yin Jian didn't know when he sat back on the futon, holding a cup of tea in his hand. Hearing this, his hand suddenly loosened, and the teacup suddenly fell to the ground, soaking his wide sleeves and the blanket under the futon.
Together.
He Baobao hurried forward to check for him. Fortunately, the tea was not hot, just warm, so he was not burned.
He Baobao took out the handkerchief and handed it to him: "Sir, please wipe it quickly."
By coincidence, what they took out was the handkerchief embroidered with butterfly flowers that Tantai often threw to He Baobao. The butterfly flowers were facing them, blooming beautifully.
Seeing the flower, Yin Ji'an paused obviously. He held the handkerchief a little too hard, and obvious veins appeared on the back of his pale hand.
He wiped the remaining water stains on his wrist and then picked up the tea cup: "Why do you think so?"
"Hehehe, I'm just making random guesses." He Baobao smiled and touched his head, but in fact he saw all his reactions.
"I've seen many scripts say this."
This is the advantage of having a storybook. If you can't find an explanation, you can refer to the storybook. After all, the creation comes from reality.
Yin Jian laughed: "Although it is just a random guess, it is not impossible. It is just that there is no record in ancient books about the monarch's bloodline, and the world does not know whether he has descendants."
After saying that, he squeezed the handkerchief and thanked He Baobao: "Thank you for the handkerchief. Now that it has been stained by me, it would be a bit rude to give it back to you. Why don't I give you an unused piece, just treat it as
It was exchanged with you." This chapter has been completed!