Yue Qingqian looked at the books, sighed slightly, and finally returned to the portrait.

She looked at Yue Qingfeng in the portrait, her red clothes fluttering, and murmured: "Is this dream my imagination, or is it really your dream?" ”

Yue Qingqian doubted the dream more and more, although for some reason in her heart, there was a voice that was sure that the dream was real.

A thought flashed through her mind, this painting was hung here, and it was enshrined. This person is also the ancestor of the Yue family, but no one from the Yue family should dare to take this painting off.

If she were Yue Qingfeng, she would definitely make a dark grid behind this picture scroll and hide things in this dark grid.

Yue Qingqian's mind moved slightly, but after all, he was the ancestor of the Yue family, and he didn't dare to act easily.

She bowed respectfully to the portrait, then approached it and lifted the corner of the portrait.

But there seemed to be no difference between the back and the surrounding walls, Yue Qingqian frowned, stretched out her hand and knocked it.

Carefully distinguish this voice, only the sound of one place sounds a little empty, Yue Qingqian's heart is happy, and she looks for a switch around there.

But she searched almost everywhere, but she never found any switches.

Yue Qingqian felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and the secret room was even colder than the study, and she had been here for a long time, and she was already shivering a little cold at the moment.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Yue Qingqian coughed lightly, and put her hand on the offering table for a while, but her fingers suddenly stinged.

Yue Qingqian's brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at the tips of her thumbs, there was a trace of red blood on her head, exuding a strange red.

She looked over and saw a small but sharp nail on the edge of the table.

Yue Qingqian took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her fingertips.

And at this time, Yue Qingqian suddenly heard a muffled sound of "click", and the painting was a little bulging.

Yue Qingqian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly moved the painting away again, and caught a glimpse of a place behind the painting that had been opened, and it was the one that she had just identified.

She opened it, and there was a brocade box in the wall.

This should be what Yue Qingfeng left her.

She opened it with some excitement, but there was only a letter in it, which read "Shallow Kiss Enlightenment".

The red layer on the outside of the envelope seems to have faded a little, which can be seen as old. And this paper seems to be made of sheepskin, and it can be seen that it is very old.

Yue Qingqian spread it out, and she still had a hope, but as she looked back, her face became more and more bad.

The content of the letter roughly stated that her birth was predestined from the beginning. In his words, although he was apologetic, this was not what Yue Qingqian wanted.

Yue Qing smiled bitterly, what is the difference between this letter and the ancient book that records the Yue Clan. Didn't they all say that the fate tied to their bodies should be linked to the people in the world?

It can save the world, or it can destroy the world.

Scold!

It's just that at the end of this letter, there is also a sentence written "Luck can be lucky, disaster can be lucky".

Yue Qingqian sneered, but what did this sentence want to show?

She was fortunate to be born in the Yue family and has the ability to prophesy, but she has a fate that cannot be escaped?

And after that, if you come according to the trajectory of fate, you can save the people in the world, although you are still glorious in death?

Yue Qing's shallow smile was full of mockery, she didn't want such luck and calamity.

If possible, she just wants to be an ordinary person and live her life plainly, so it's fine.

But God, why did he let her be born in the Yue family, and why did he put all this on her shoulders?

Yue Qingqian sighed lightly, after all, she had already known what was said in this letter before. In addition to feeling ridiculous and bitter, I didn't break down and resentfully like last time.

She put the letter away again, but after thinking about it, she took it out and put it in her sleeve.

Then, he put the brocade box back into the hidden compartment and closed it again.

That's when she finally remembered that something was wrong.

Where's the switch for this dark grid? Why did you open it yourself for no reason?

Yue Qingqian only thought of this question at this moment, she was sure that there was no suspected switch mechanism here, but she did hear the sound of the switch just now.

She pondered the details and looked at the inconspicuous nail.

Could it be that this nail is a switch?

Yue Qingqian carefully touched it again, but nothing happened, and she couldn't help but feel strange.

Ben wanted to take a closer look, but remembered that she had been here long enough, not to mention that she had one more thing to do now.

Yue Qingqian didn't stay in the secret room for long, and went to the bookshelf to take away the ancient book that recorded the Yue Clan.

Then he left the secret room, and Yue Qingqian returned to the study.

She looked at the ancient book and the letter in her hand, and was silent for a while, and finally found the brazier, intending to burn it.

Yue Qingqian is leaving a back road for herself, a back road that allows her to fight against fate. Of course, also for her own safety.

She doesn't want the world to know that this world is pinned on her as a woman, and she doesn't want anyone to find out about this and do something with it in the future.

Also, she wasn't sure if she would flee in the future.

She didn't want to keep these things to remind herself.

Even if I have already engraved it in my heart.

There was a hint of struggle in Yue Qingqian's eyes, and her eyes were a little deeper.

In the end, he lit the ancient book with a candlestick and put it in the brazier.

Yue Qingqian took the letter and hesitated.

She didn't really want to be a sinner for the ages, even if she wanted to live. But it is difficult to guarantee that one day she will be unwilling and insist on fighting against fate.

When the time comes, what if it really makes a big mistake?

She wondered if she should leave the letter behind to remind herself not to make mistakes.

Yue Qingqian thought of the cold poison on her body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

That's right, even if she struggles with her destined fate, the cold poison on her body is destined to make her not live long.

Although, there is still a possibility of a complete solution, but after all, it is unlikely.

There is no need to keep reminding yourself, this cold poison is the best way to keep reminding yourself.

There was a fire in Yueqing's eyes, and when the ancient book was about to burn to ashes, and the fire was about to be extinguished, she threw the letter into it.

The envelope of the letter was put back into the brocade box, and she took only this one.

The flame, which was still faint, instantly regained its vigor again, completely engulfing the paper.

With a "squeak", the wooden door of the study was opened, and Yue Qingqian was startled for a moment and looked up at the door.

It turned out to be Qin Moxuan, his star-like eyes looked at the moon Qingqing, his eyes were a little deep, and there seemed to be something hidden in them.

His gaze quickly turned to the still burning brazier, and he frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty." Yue Qingqian was a little panicked because of Qin Moxuan's sudden arrival, but she still bowed and did not lose her courtesy.

Qin Moxuan nodded slightly and said, "What are you burning?" His steps had already come to Yue Qingqian's side with some speed.

Yue Qingqian remembered that the letter was burned face up, for fear that Qin Moxuan would see something again, so she hurriedly looked at the brazier.

It's about this paper special, it burns a little slowly, and Yue Qingqian looks at the words on it haven't burned yet, and it's a little anxious.

She forced her composure and said: "The concubine burned some old books, which my father liked to read the most when he was alive. Today is the first day of the first lunar month, and it is also the birthday of the concubine. The concubine thought that her father might be a little lonely in the underworld, so she burned some old books he loved for him. This can be regarded as a daughter's filial piety to her father. ”

Qin Moxuan nodded, his gaze swept over the brazier, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

In the brazier, what is burning at the moment is clearly a piece of paper, not a book.

Moreover, Yue Qingqian's face was flustered.

She's afraid to find out for herself!

But what exactly she burned was afraid to find out for herself.

Yue Qingqian was a little weak-hearted, even if pretending to be indifferent was what she was good at, but after all, it was something she didn't care about before. What she cares about now, no matter how well she disguises herself, she will still have flaws in front of Qin Moxuan.

She subconsciously looked into the brazier, and there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

At that moment, she couldn't care about anything anymore, and hurriedly kicked over the brazier and trampled on the burning paper to extinguish the fire.

Qin Moxuan was surprised for a moment, watching her actions but not speaking.

In the study, the smoke was filled for a while, and Yue Qingqian choked herself.

But she didn't care about any of this, and instead crouched down to pick up the unburned pieces of paper on the ground.

There was a faint spark on one of the pieces of paper, and she couldn't care about it in a hurry, so she directly used her fingers to extinguish it, but her hand was burned.

Qin Moxuan frowned, hurriedly stepped forward to stop her movements, and said, "What are you doing here?" There was a hint of anger in his tone.

Yue Qingqian didn't reply, but eagerly checked the pieces of paper in her hand one by one.

But it seems that it was too late to be saved, and most of the words on the paper have been blackened, and it is impossible to distinguish anything anymore.

Only one or two pieces of paper could still be vaguely read some words, one of which had the word "death" on it, and the other piece of paper had the word "life".

Death and life, both of which were not mentioned in the letter.

This shows that she was not mistaken.

Just now she saw that the original words on the letter had disappeared, and other words had appeared, and among them she saw a few words that she was very concerned about, which happened to be illuminated by the firelight.

The words "fate is not insoluble" were written on it, which is why she was so excited, so excited that she didn't even care about the fire.

No matter how quickly it can be saved, it is useless, and among the only pieces of paper left, there are only the words "death" and "life", and nothing else.