Jumping over this group of people who died in vain, Zhuang Wanqin finally walked to the front of Wang Fan's study.

The door of the study has been broken and almost opened, but it has saved Zhuang Wanqin a lot of trouble. However, the degree of chaos in it can be imagined.

In this way, it is impossible to find the holy decree according to Wang Fan's original habit.

According to Zhuang Wanqin's understanding of Wang Fan, she walked directly to a bookshelf on the left side of the study, and began to tap one by one along the fourth floor.

The books here have long been knocked to the ground by those people, and the gold and silver that can be taken out are soft and soft, and all the valuable ones have disappeared. The rest of the piles on the ground are just the books that were stored here in the past.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Wanqin's mouth.

Those who are short-sighted are indeed short-sighted, and these books are much more valuable than those gold and silver.

Take out a copy casually, it is unique in the world.

It's a pity that these people don't know gold and jade, and the real treasure is left here and no one cares.

Almost a few cubicles, just when Zhuang Wanqin thought that Wang Fan had changed the position of her small secret room, an unusual sound finally came.

I knocked here a few more times, and I was sure that it was here, and then I moved on to the next step.

After finding this place, Zhuang Wanqin first groped for the four walls of the lattice, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. Isn't it on the walls of these lattices?

A few more knocks on the back wall, and the hollow sound proved that it was indeed empty.

That's right.

Zhuang Wanqin touched her smooth chin, revealing a tangled expression on her face.

Could it be somewhere else around?

Unconvinced by this mechanism that made him scratch his ears and cheeks, Zhuang Wanqin groped for it in a larger scope.

Or not!

Damn it!

Hammering the bookshelf in front of him hard, Zhuang Wanqin vented all the dissatisfaction with this organ in her heart.

It's quite deep, right, it's better to use a more direct approach.

Looking at the sky outside, there was already a faint light rising, and the sky was about to dawn. As soon as the morning dawns, passers-by will find the place in shambles. When the time comes, there will be no reason to rummage through your own activities here.

Taking out the short sword he had always kept on his body, Zhuang Wanqin stabbed fiercely at the junction around the lattice.

Just listen to the pop, through!

The rift cut all that was left open, and the entire plank easily left its original position.

It's so simple!

It seems that Fang Cai has drilled the tip of the bull's horns himself.

Sometimes, you don't have to follow the usual path, and you may quickly reach your desired goal by changing directions.

Throwing the wooden board that was used as the back wall of the bookshelf to the ground, Zhuang Wanqin finally saw the holy decree that made her enter in the middle of the night.

The bright yellow lay there quietly, as if a secret that had been sealed for many years was waiting to be revealed.

After so many years, it's finally here!

Zhuang Wanqin carefully took out the rolled brocade silk from the small space, and before she had time to unfold it and take a look, she heard a sound outside.

It seems that someone has already discovered it, and now it needs to be transferred quickly.

Tuck this old purpose into his arms, and he didn't even have time to pick up one of the rare books on the ground, jumped out of the wall and hurried away.

I don't know what kind of shocking secret it will be, so that Wang Fan will tell himself about it when he is dying.

The scenery in the palace regressed rapidly, but it couldn't resist Zhuang Wanqin's active thinking.

What is it?

Could what she said be true?

But whether this decree is true or false is another matter. Don't look at this as a holy decree, but, with Wang Fan's power, it shouldn't be difficult to forge a holy decree.

But if this holy decree was really forged by Wang Fan, why did she do this?

And......

Zhuang Wanqin took out the things in her arms and took a look, and immediately stuffed them back, for fear that the wind would blow the things up.

Looking at the degree of newness of this decree, it does not look like it has been done newly. It's like, it really existed from the beginning.

Just lie there quietly, waiting for someone destined to take it out.

Back to Zhuang Wanqin's new residence, this is a small courtyard that Zhuang Wanyan built when she went to attack Congcheng. If it weren't for that door plaque, uninformed people would have thought that this was just an ordinary house.

The walls here are only one and a half people high, and even people without any martial arts can easily climb over them.

Passing through the circular doorway that looked like it was about to hit her forehead, Zhuang Wanqin came to her main hall.

The candlelight wasn't extinguished, even though the sun outside was half visible.

Gu Lingkai and the others were all sitting in the lobby one by one, but judging by their reactions, they should have fallen asleep.

Otherwise, how could he see Zhuang Wanqin come back and not come forward to greet him?

Mo said that Zhuang Wanqin had not yet walked to the lobby at this time, and they could not see it. They are all people with excellent martial arts, and there is no such thing at all.

tiptoed into the lobby and saw them in a pile of twos and threes. Some lie on the table, some lean their heads on the back of their chairs, and some simply support their heads with their hands.

It seems that they are all tired.

Zhu Hong, who was originally holding his head down with his hand, slid a little, and suddenly woke up, and saw the person standing at the door of the main hall at some point, but the words blurted out were stopped by the person.

Zhuang Wanqin pointed to those who were still asleep, gestured to Zhu Hong, and took the first step to hug Kang Lingqi.

I only heard the little girl mutter, rubbed Zhuang Wanqin's clothes with her head, and found a comfortable way to continue sleeping.

After carrying the little girl to the room in the backyard and placing it, Zhuang Wanqin went back to the front hall to see the other people.

There is no point in waking up.

Sighing softly, Zhuang Wanqin pointed at Fang Shaolong to Zhu Hong, who was already fully awake, and motioned for him to take this person to the backyard and settle down, while he went to pick up Gu Lingkai who was lying on the table.

is still like when I held Xu Ruqing at that time, effortlessly, I took this child who was still asleep into my arms.

The sleeping face has more of a child's innocence, and the morning sun shines on the face to reveal endless holiness.

It is only in his sleep that the child will have an age-appropriate expression.

It's not right, there is no war now, and now he is not the military advisor who won a victory thousands of miles away on the battlefield, he is now just a little teenager, a carefree young man.

I owe this person too much, and I finally have the time and the opportunity to repay it well.

The eyes of the man in his arms moved.

However, how could Zhuang Wanqin, who was thinking about something, notice it?