The small door of the Yan family opened, and Cui Hao, who was hiding in the dark, immediately looked over and saw a few figures walking towards this side.
As those people approached, their voices reached Cui Hao's ears.
"The eldest master is really merciless. The eldest wife has no credit but hard work over the years, so she kicked us out like this. When I brought up the dowry list, I was slapped by the steward. The old master and the old lady really looked at each other back then.
Lost my sight..."
"Madam, are you okay? Can you still hold on? Why don't you wait while I go ask for a carriage?"
"Don't beg them," Mrs. Yan said feebly, "Let's go to the inn to settle down first. No matter who it is... never... step into that house again."
Cui Hao heard this and came out of the darkness: "Madam, what's going on?"
Cui Hao's sudden appearance shocked everyone, and the servants couldn't help but exclaim.
"Shut up," Mrs. Yan scolded, then looked at Cui Hao, "Let's find a place... I have something to tell you."
Cui Hao nodded.
There is a dilapidated courtyard to the west of Yan's house that has been uninhabited for a long time, which is a good place to talk.
Cui Hao found a lamp and lit it. When he saw the injury on Mrs. Yan’s face, he couldn’t help but be surprised: “How could Mrs. Yan be like this?”
"He suspected that I let the four girls go." Mrs. Yan covered her chest and managed to breathe easier. "But it doesn't matter. I deliberately provoked him. Otherwise, why would he go get those things tonight? You
There will be no chance to compete with him."
Cui Hao looked at Mrs. Yan with mixed emotions in her eyes.
Mrs. Yan's heart sank involuntarily: "Silly child, why are you looking at me like this?"
Cui Hao said: "I just feel that I can't repay the kindness of the eldest lady."
"It's okay," Mrs. Yan said, "as long as you bring the four girls back, we will leave here. My family still has some savings, enough to build a house in northern Xinjiang, and everything will be fine."
Cui Hao responded: "Then I'll wait at the door of Yan's house."
"Go ahead," Mrs. Yan nodded. "Without the Yan family to lead the way, you won't be able to find where those things are hidden. Jiangyin is not big or small, and it is impossible to dig through all the deep mountains and forests.
"
Cui Hao nodded and looked at the Yan family servant: "Can you please take care of the eldest lady." After saying that, he turned and walked out of the door.
The Yan family servant couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect Mr. Cui to be like this to the Fourth Miss... He followed the saying that people should not be judged by their appearance. Even though he is a rough person, he can be considered sincere at the critical moment."
Mrs. Yan looked at Cui Hao's back, but there was no emotion in her eyes. Instead, she was unusually calm.
"Let's go!" Mrs. Yan ordered calmly.
The Yan family servant was startled: "Why don't we stay here until dawn? Where are we going at this time?"
"I'll leave as soon as I say." Mrs. Yan said coldly.
Stay away from here and wait until something happens to the Yan family and the government officials come to visit, so that she can be cleared of suspicion.
Mrs. Yan felt relaxed and the injuries on her body seemed to be less painful. Her whole back straightened up. She finally got what she wanted after so many years.
…
It was still dark, so Mr. Yan took his servants up to the mountain, where the bones of the ancestors of the Yan family were buried.
Mr. Yan didn't expect his father to hide such a valuable thing here.
Wouldn't it be worth the loss if someone robbed it?
However, large families have this habit, and it is safest to bury objects under the ground.
"What are you still doing? Dig it up and take a look."
Mr. Yan gave the order, and the Yan family began to take action.
I don't know when the surrounding trees were filled with crows, and occasionally there were animals chirping in the cemetery, which made people shiver.
"Sir, if someone finds out, what will we say?" the manager of the Yan family whispered.
"How do you say this?" Mr. Yan said coldly, "Isn't it enough that our family has died? I want to bury my poor siblings and nephews."
The coffin of the ancestors of the Yan family was finally brought out. The lid of the coffin was opened. Mr. Yan sent people away and took a torch to shine into the coffin. The bodies inside had long since rotted. He could vaguely see an inconspicuous jar placed on top of the coffin.
in the corner.
Mr. Yan jumped into the coffin to get the jar.
The ancestor's bones were trampled with a "click", and Mr. Yan no longer cared so much. The Yan family has been carrying a huge treasure for many years, just like walking in brocade at night, and now it is finally time to reveal everything.
Mr. Yan hugged the jar, couldn't wait to open it and touched it, and took out a hairpin. He took the torch in his hand and looked carefully. The hairpin was carved from a piece of fine jade material, and the head of the hairpin was
A vivid phoenix. When the light of the torch shook, the phoenix seemed to come to life.
"The treasure is covered in dust," Mr. Yan muttered, "what would it look like if it were cleaned."
The previous royal family loved jade and collected almost all the beautiful jade in the world. The last king was also good at carving, and the things he carved were beyond the reach of even top craftsmen.
Such a thing will definitely sell for a big price.
Mr. Yan looked too carefully and did not pay attention to the situation outside. Suddenly there was a muffled groan in his ears. He subconsciously raised his head, and a face came into view in the darkness.
The man covered his face with a black cloth, and his eyes were like wild beasts in the night.
Mr. Yan was startled and sat down in the coffin. When he thought about shouting, he felt a pain in his neck, his eyesight turned black, and he fainted.
When Mr. Yan woke up again, it was already bright and there was a loud noise in his ears.
"Sir, did you sleep soundly tonight?"
A girl's voice came.
Mr. Yan turned his head following the voice and saw Miss Xu. Next to Miss Xu was Mr. Han, the magistrate of Jiangyin County.
"Master Yan, why do you sleep in a coffin?"
Only then did Mr. Yan remember what happened last night. He immediately lowered his head and looked over. The clay pot he found was gone. The hosta he was playing with was also missing. The only thing accompanying him was the decaying bones of his ancestors.
All the treasures he finally found yesterday were snatched away. The person who snatched away the things was the person who injured him. Thinking of this, Mr. Yan's heart seemed to be tightly held by someone, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Down.
The sky is falling.
All the treasures that the Yan family had guarded for hundreds of years were gone.
"But what happened?" Han Xun's eyes were somewhat majestic.
Mr. Yan opened his mouth and blurted out involuntarily: "I lost...I lost something. There is a thief, there is a thief..."
"What was lost?" Han Xun asked again.
Mr. Yan was stunned for a moment. He couldn't say that those were all shady things. He couldn't tell the people in the government office. Otherwise, not to mention that those things couldn't be recovered, the lives of the Yan family would also be in danger.
In his excitement, Mr. Yan felt a tightness in his chest and almost fainted.
Xu Qinghuan said: "The tombs of the Yan family were dug up, and Mr. Yan fainted here. I'm afraid there is something hidden. Mr. Yan still has scars on his body, and we have to let the widow examine it."
"It's okay," Mr. Yan said hurriedly, "It's just that there have been troubles at home, and I wanted to move the ancestral grave...last night...I accidentally...fell on the coffin...so I fainted.
The injury on my face is caused by a dispute with my wife, for which I have already divorced her."
"Really? However, I'm afraid that Mr. Yan's words are unfounded and need to be verified carefully," Xu Qinghuan said, looking at the messy Yan family's ancestral graves, "This will be considered worthy of the Yan family's status."
