Yan Shengjie drove the car until he reached the grassland and stopped. Zhi Xing opened the door and walked out.
It is surrounded by plains that are clear to see at a glance. Only a large tent has been pulled up in the middle. There are many staff supervising the outside and the guards are very tight.
Walking over involuntarily, Zhixing's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his heart trembled. This feeling was a bit inexplicable.
It's like being called by someone or some feeling.
It's weird, but also very peaceful.
She turned around and asked, "Jie, why did you bring me here?"
Yan Sheng did not answer, but took her hand and walked straight in. Seeing that it was him, the staff immediately stepped aside respectfully. Zhi Xing twisted up suspiciously and followed him into the big tent.
There is an entrance staircase to the underground passage, which extends straight down.
Zhixing suddenly remembered, "Is this...the exit of the underground palace?"
Yan Shengjie chuckled and nodded, "Do you want to go down?"
Recalling the previous scenes of separation and death, Zhi Xing narrowed her bright eyes, hesitated, and nodded. She wanted to know what Jie was planning to do.
The two walked down the stairs. The light below was very dark, and they could vaguely see a huge stone door. Two small yellow lights on the top gave off a weak light.
Yan Shengjie kept holding her hand and walked towards the door.
As they got closer, they discovered that this door was carved with a very complete pattern. Zhixing remembered that these were the murals they had seen in the lowest hall of the underground palace, and they were all condensed into this door.
The love and hatred between the witch and the king are completely reproduced.
There is no bolt, handle, or keyhole on the door. It is also very thick and heavy and cannot be pushed at all. If you want to open it, you have no way to open it.
Zhixing slowly looked back, looking doubtfully at the man behind him who was smiling but not smiling.
Unable to bear her fumbling around without a clue, Yan Shengjie stepped forward and pointed at the moon in the painting, "Here is the key."
Zhixing leaned over and stared at it carefully, "Key?" She reached out and touched it. There were only some small marks on the moon, which was not much bigger than a fingernail. Other than that, she couldn't touch the keyhole at all!
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the signet ring on her ring finger. She looked at it, and then at the moon on the door. The patterns on the ring were somewhat consistent with the ones on it! She tried to take off the ring, and then faced it with her face.
Quasi-Moon inserted it.
There was no response at first. She turned the ring left and right and heard a "boom". The mechanism was triggered and the stone door made a booming sound and slowly lifted up.
Zhi Xing stared at this Mu dumbfounded without blinking. Yan Shengjie raised the corner of his lips and said, "Go in."
Zhi Xing followed him blankly. After walking in, he discovered that most of the palace that collapsed earlier had been cleared out and re-decorated.
The lights were turned on with a click, and immediately illuminated the entire hall. It was beautiful and resplendent, just like a real underground palace. It was filled with many handicrafts, murals, and paintings that she had never seen before.
The precious exhibits placed in the display cabinets are shining with all kinds of dazzling lights. The whole thing is a miniature version of the British Museum!
Zhi Xing was completely confused, "Jie, what's going on?"
Yan Shengjie stood opposite her, lowered his eyes and smiled, "The government cleared this place and wanted to restore the original appearance of the underground palace and develop it as an attraction. Then, I bought it."
Zhixing was surprised, "When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"
Yan Shengjie walked around carelessly for a few steps, "Before returning to Oman."
Zhi Xing was stunned and stared at him, "You bought this place and then made the key into a seal ring and gave it to me?"
He nodded, "If you take out any of the antiques at this time, it will be enough for you and your son to live a life of food and clothing without any worries."
"You... deliberately prepared it for us?"
"I don't know if I will come back," Yan Shengjie ran his long fingers through his hair casually, and the smile on his cheek was faint, as if he was saying innocuous words. But only Zhi Xing could feel it. He was
What a state of mind.
No matter how bad the situation is, this man will always put them first.
Feeling moved, she walked over and hugged his waist, "We don't want anything but you. Being able to be together as a family of three like this is the greatest happiness to me."
Yan Shengjie smiled and stroked her short hair, "Since you said so, I will donate all these things. I think it is to accumulate blessings for my son."
"No!" Zhixing objected without even thinking, "Although my son and I only need you, we still have to eat! Look, your business is gone and your house is gone. We can't drink.
Let the northwest wind blow!"
She smiled sweetly, carefully picked up the bottles piled randomly in the corner, and played with them fondly, "It's better to keep such valuable things carefully."
Yan Shengjie raised his eyebrows evilly and pinched her cheek, "I like how you are so obsessed with money."
Zhi Xing hurriedly asked, "Jie, how much are the things here worth?"
He shrugged, "I don't know, I've never made an estimate. But the vase you just held in your hand should be worth 10 million US dollars!"
Zhi Xing took a breath. One vase was worth ten million US dollars. There were at least twenty or dozens of such vases here, placed so casually! She quickly lowered her head and counted on her fingers, twenty to ten million US dollars.
that is……
Two hundred million!
US dollars!!
Zhixing's eyes widened in disbelief, "Jie, how much net worth do you have?"
Although she has always known that Yan Sheng Jie was involved in the underworld, and she also did a lot of business, and later became some kind of prince, she must have some money! However, in addition, she can also collect a small British Museum by herself.
What does that mean?
Yan Shengjie touched his smooth chin and thought carefully, "How much wealth does he have..."
Slowly, he raised his lips and smiled, and suddenly he went over to hug her. There was a deep affection in his eyes, "My entire wealth is right here."
Looking at him, Zhixing smiled, hooked his neck, and took the initiative to kiss his lips...