Feng Qingcang glanced around and said calmly, "This secret room is airtight. I'm afraid we will all suffocate to death within a quarter of an hour."
Xin Moer knew that he was not being alarmist, because she found that she had already begun to feel itchy.
Without any further pause, he quickly walked to a sandalwood table filled with jewelry and pushed down all the jewelry on the table.
I climbed up on the table, put my feet up, reached out to a Guanyin Buddha, and gently turned the Guanyin Buddha's hand. The wall opposite was immediately opened, revealing a long passage.
Xin Moer jumped down from the table, clapped her hands, "Let's go."
Feng Qingcang didn't say anything, and followed her out of the secret room and into the passage.
Lan Yin and Xiao Wu followed closely behind.
"There are ten Guanyin Buddhas hanging in the secret room. How do you know which Guanyin Buddha's hand is the switch?" Feng Qingcang asked casually.
"You can guess."
"You can really guess."
"Perhaps each of the ten Buddha's hands of Guanyin Buddha has a switch. If you don't believe me, you can try it." Xin Mo'er knew that he was confused, but she didn't want to explain to him any more, so she casually prevaricated. This matter is very important.
It's hard to explain clearly, it's too confusing.
Feng Qingcang had no intention of letting her go, "If you were a little shorter, I might not even be able to touch the Guanyin Buddha's hand."
The implication was that if she had been to this secret room before, someone must have accompanied her. In fact, what he wanted to ask was who was the person accompanying her. However, he could not ask.
"If you set up another table, you won't be able to touch it." Xin Mo'er thought about it for a while, "There are so many treasures, we should get them out at any time."
"Everything in there is priceless, and some are even priceless treasures. I'm afraid that as soon as you leave this desert, those treasures will be robbed by others. Even if you transport them all out, there are so many treasures.
Half of the country is not an exaggeration. If someone knows about it, I'm afraid you will become a thorn in the eyes of some people." Feng Qingcang said calmly and calmly.
In fact, Xin Moer also understands this truth. If all the gold, silver and jewelry there are exchanged for silver, he will definitely be able to achieve great results if he goes to station troops and make weapons.
"Then you help me transport it out." Xin Mo'er looked hopeful.
Feng Qingcang paused slightly, as if thinking, "What's in it for me?"
"..." Xin Moer's eyelids kept twitching, "I am nine and you are one." She felt sorry for her baby.
"That's what we discovered together. There are four of us in total, nine of you and one of us. It seems a bit unfair." Feng Qingcang thought slowly.
Xin Moer gritted her teeth, her heart aching as if she was cutting flesh, "I am seven, you are three."
Feng Qingcang simply stopped and looked directly at her, "Is money the only thing left between you and me?"
"..." Xin Moer scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, "Then, you promised me."
She was overthinking it.
Feng Qingcang took a breath, stopped looking at her, and walked forward along the passage.
Xin Moer knew that he had acquiesced, so she followed him happily, grabbed his arm, pressed her whole body against his body, and hummed a song.
The night is dark and the birds are returning to the forest.
At the other end of the tunnel is a flat avenue surrounded by jagged and towering trees.
Xin Moer fell asleep lying on Feng Qingcang's back. The four of them walked for half an hour and finally arrived at a small town. They casually entered a hotel that was about to close and had a good night's sleep.
The next day, after eating and drinking, I bought a carriage. Xiao Wu and Lan Yin drove the horses, while Feng Qingcang and Xin Moer sat in the carriage.
The group of people traveled at high speed on the road for about three and a half days before finally arriving at Nanzhao Kingdom and returning to Prince Xu's Mansion.
Xin Mo'er couldn't help but marvel at the fact that the three princesses from Yanbei probably had to travel five days to transport them from Yanbei, and it would take more than three days to transport them from Nanzhao to Desert West.
And the tunnel dug from Qingliang Hall will probably take several days.
However, Feng Qingcang rushed over six days ago and pushed the real third princess to Han Sheng, the eunuch emperor of Desert West.
Xin Mo'er was amazed by Feng Qingcang's efficiency. Then he sighed, this person is really incomparable.
After arriving at Prince Xu's Mansion, Butler Zhang and Xiaoliu from the Prince's Mansion knew from unknown sources that they were returning to the mansion today and were waiting outside the mansion to greet them.
But there was another person who greeted them at this time.
It should be said that he is a little boy of about eight years old.
The first thing Xin Moer saw after getting off the carriage was this half-grown boy.
If there is any similarity between Feng Qingjue, Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingcang, the most is their handsome silhouette and arrogance. Generally, people from the royal family are all handsome.
This is something that cannot be changed. After all, the concubines in the palace are all as pretty as beautiful girls, and the next generation they will give birth to will certainly not be any ugly.
This is genetic.
The arrogance exuded by the royal nobles is also something they are born with and cannot be eradicated.
The boy had the same impeccable silhouette as them, and was born with nobility. His cold aura was only a little bit inferior to Feng Qingcang's.
The most important thing is that his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth are exactly the same as Feng Qingcang.
It's like being carved from the same mold.
If Feng Qingcang and this boy walked on the street together, everyone would think that they were biological father and son.
Xin Moer stared blankly at the little boy in front of her, her brain functioning at a standstill.
She has only been out for a few days, but there is actually a young prince in Prince Xu's palace?
"anthomaniac."
She didn't come back to her senses until the boy in front of her uttered two words coldly, walked past her with disdain, and walked to Feng Qingcang's side.
"He..." Xin Mo'er looked back at Feng Qingcang, who was standing behind her, and stuttered a little, "He... he is?"
"Replying to the young princess, this is the young prince." Butler Zhang Hao replied respectfully.
Young prince?
Only the sons of princes or princes have such noble honors.
Xin Moer only felt that something was blocked in her heart, and she felt uncomfortable. Worried about scaring the boy, she lowered her posture, put a warm smile on her face, and put her hand on the boy's head, "What's your name?"
However, the boy avoided her hand as if he was encountering a savage beast, and turned to the other side of Feng Qingcang. Without answering her words, he took Feng Qingcang's hand and walked towards Prince Xu's palace.
Feng Qingcang did not reprimand him for his impolite behavior, but held the boy's little hand and entered the hall.
"Little princess, please don't take issue with the little prince's name being the word "jing". This is how the little prince usually behaves. He is cold to everyone. Except for the prince, he never talks to anyone." Zhang Hao.