It was no different from what Diaozi said. There was indeed a hidden compartment behind the painting. When the mechanism was opened, two brocade boxes were revealed. Diaozi helped and explained at the same time: "These are used by my father and Jiaoli's father to communicate letters."
It’s a box. It’s all filled with letters. Who do you want to see written by?”
Facing the dumplings with great interest, Yan Buhuan spent all his attention searching for "Purple Wall Treasure Mirror".
Dumpling didn't notice anything wrong with Yan Buhuan. He happily picked up the letter, opened it, and read aloud: "Dumpling is not allowed to eat candied haws, do you hear? Hahaha, this is what King Mu wrote to King Jiaoli.
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Yan Buhuan rummaged through both boxes, but couldn't find any so-called books.
He opened another dumpling and continued to read: "Xuanyuan Mu, I'm warning you, stay away from my affairs from now on, and stay away from Yan Buhuan, oh... King Jiaoli and King Mu had a quarrel,
Mother, do you know what happened?"
Yan Buhuan was busy looking for something and couldn't care less. He answered ambiguously: "How do I know?"
The entire study was empty, and Yan Buhuan was frustrated. Dumpling was still looking through the letters, seemingly full of infinite curiosity about these two boxes.
Seeing that Yan Buhuan was weak, Diaozi comforted him: "Don't be like this. If you can't find it, don't look for it. That's how I am. If I can't eat the candied haws, I won't eat it."
Yan Buhuan sighed, holding on to the vase on one side and gasping for breath. It seemed that he was really about to give up.
But who would have expected, whether it was because she used too much force or the vase was of poor quality, it actually snapped into two halves when she held it up like this.
Immediately after the sound of the machine's noose clicking, the bookshelf in the study room immediately split into two, revealing a dark passage.
Yan Buhuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Dumplings, where is that place?"
Dumpling was very confused: "I don't know, I've never been in."
This tunnel is a straight-through tunnel. Yan Buhuan threw a candlestick into it, but nothing happened. There should be no mechanism inside.
"You wait here, I'll go down and take a look. Does anyone want me to know?"
Dumpling nodded in understanding: "Oh, okay. You go ahead and I'll watch it for you."
It’s great to have a son, Yan Buhuan touched his head.
"Mom, hurry up. I asked Uncle Gu to buy candied haws. I'll give you half of it when the time comes."
"knew."
At this time, Yan Buhuan had no idea what kind of place she had stepped into.
After passing through the tunnel, there was an empty space. There were several candlesticks as thick as arms next to them. Yan Buhuan quickly lit them, and the cellar immediately became brighter.
The dry and rotten air blew towards my face. It seemed that this place had not been opened for a long time.
Taking advantage of the candlelight, she saw rows of large boxes neatly placed on the shelves. The years were engraved on the boxes. She curiously opened one of them, but she didn't expect that all of them were letters.
It was now clear that all the letters stored here were letters exchanged between Jiao Li and Xuanyuan Mu.
Yan Buhuan opened the last box, because it had this year's year engraved on it. As soon as he opened it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
found it.
She was ecstatic and took out the thick book. It didn't seem to be original. It could be seen from the brand new cover that someone must have revised it.
But this is indeed the "Purple Wall Treasure Mirror". Yan Buhuan quickly put the fake copy he had prepared in advance into the box, and then stuffed the real one into his arms.
