Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 69 The secret of a thousand-year dream (2)
There are not a few people who covet Mengyao Academy, and there must be many people staring at the "One Dream Millennium", the treasure of the town, and the snow-clothed guards are guarding outside the building, in case someone strong sneaks into the building and steals "One Dream Millennium" ', they were too late to stop.

Xiao Qingyu turned around and flicked his fingers, and a cotton handkerchief flew into the small building from the wide-open door: "Shu, swipe, swipe!" After a few dull sounds, the cotton kerchief had broken into tiny pieces, fluttering and falling one place.

"There has always been a mechanism in this small building. It was closed when you entered, and you just didn't notice it!" Qingrun's voice was slightly disapproving.

Mu Yutang looked at the fragments that were not much bigger than a fingernail, and her beautiful eyes flashed with shock. In modern times, she was very familiar with ancient mechanisms. , Rigorous, kills invisible.

She understands all kinds of modern security facilities and handles them with ease, but she rarely comes into contact with ancient institutions. If she walked into such a small building just now, after getting a dream for thousands of years, I don't know if she will be able to escape unscathed.

Xiao Qingyu had no hostility towards her, and didn't want to hurt her, so she withdrew all the traps early in the morning, so that she could walk out of here safe and sound.

The snow-colored figure was tall and slender, walking slowly, and the flying white robes gave people an infinite sense of security. She suddenly felt that Xiao Qingyu was quite pleasing to the eye, not annoying at all!
"Meow!" The clumsy and lazy cry brought back Mu Yutang's thoughts of traveling for nine days, a faint rosewood fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, and the intricately carved mahogany tables and chairs came into view, and she suddenly stared deep into her eyes: "This is... ...Xuechen Building!" The real 'One Dream Millennium' is here!

Xiao Qingyu is the person in charge of Mengyao Academy, and he will definitely not let the treasure of the townyard out of his sight. Why didn't she think of this just now, and tried her best to run to the small building, making a fuss.

When he reached the second floor, Xiao Qingyu did not stop. He walked gracefully towards the clean stairs. The top of the white marble stairs was the third floor of Xuechen Building. It was mysterious and sacred. Mu Yutang had never gone up before. It penetrates into the skin through the embroidered shoes, sharp and sharp.

The door on the third floor was also white, pure and quiet, noble and sacred. Standing outside the door, Mu Yutang always felt that the calm door concealed the turbulent waves inside.

Sure enough, the moment Xiao Qingyu stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, a heavy pressure came to his face, and the dots of lines all over the room interweaved into sharp nets of light, flickering flickeringly, up and down, Moving left and right, if someone or something breaks in, it will be cut into pieces in an instant.

Seeing the horror in her eyes, the smile in Xiao Qingyu's pupils shone in the eyes, as jade fingers lightly pressed against the wall, the sharp light disappeared instantly, and night pearls lit up, illuminating the room as bright as day.

There is also a nanmu wooden frame in the center of the room, on which there is a piece of porcelain. The four golden characters of "One Dream Thousand Years" on the porcelain piece are like ripples on the water surface, pouring and pouring, ups and downs!

This is truly a dream millennium!A gleam of joy flashed in Mu Yutang's cold eyes, and she hurried forward, caressing the poetic and picturesque golden characters with her plain white hands, she couldn't hide her excitement, but when she saw that the porcelain was only a thin layer, and there were five or six At the centimeter, the bright little face instantly sank: "Xiao Qingyu, what's going on?"

A hint of helplessness flashed in Xiao Qingyu's deep eyes: "As you can see, the real 'One Dream Thousand Years' is shattered!"

"Broken? How did it break?" Mu Yutang carefully looked at this piece of 'One Dream Millennium'. The edges are not sharp or smooth like broken, but very regular small jagged edges, just like modern games. Puzzles are made of many small pieces snapped together to form a complete porcelain pillow.

The ancients were so wise that they could even make porcelain pillows snap together.

"16 years ago, by an accident, a dream of a thousand years was broken into more than a dozen pieces, this is just one of them, the other pieces were scattered in different places and fell into the hands of different people..." Xiao Qingyu's clear voice Calm and quiet, as if talking about an unimportant matter.

16 years ago?How did it happen so coincidentally?The Su couple also died 16 years ago, but they are not members of the royal family, so it should have nothing to do with Yimengqian.

Mu Yutang blinked, no wonder Xiao Qingyu took her to see Yimengqian without hesitation, because the porcelain pillow was broken, and she took one piece away, which would not be of any use at all: "Do you know the whereabouts of the other pieces?" She asked Back to modern times, the entire porcelain pillow is necessary, and the strength of a piece of porcelain pillow is simply not enough.

"I ordered Xue Yiwei to conduct secret investigations in various places, and found some clues, and definite news will come soon..." Xiao Qingyu's clear voice was a little hoarse.

Mu Yutang suddenly realized a very important question: "Shizi Xiao, the shattering of 'One Thousand Years of Dreams' is the big secret of Mengyao Academy. The fewer people who know about it, the better. Why did you tell me?"

"Because of your appearance, I can retrieve the fragments!" Xiao Qingyu's clear voice was tight and dignified, and obsidian-like pupils shone brightly.

Mu Yutang was startled, how did Xiao Qingyu know that she needed a porcelain pillow to return to modern times?She has never told anyone that she is a time traveler, or Xiao Qingyu has another reason, let's listen to what he has to say.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed down and asked, "How can you see that?"

"You played those plaster instruments. 16 years ago, after a thousand-year dream was broken, an eminent monk asked people to build these plaster instruments. It is asserted that when you meet those who play the plaster instruments, it is the beginning of the collection of fragments!"

Before Xiao Qingyu's eyes, the day when she first met Mu Yutang, she stood in the warm sunshine, her beautiful little face was so bright and dazzling, she was holding a plaster piccolo, and her fluttering clothes were full of agility. At that time, he knew that, She is different.

And after she appeared, as the eminent monk said, after running around for a long time, the snow-clothed guards who had no clue sent back news one after another. There was news of fragments, this is by no means accidental!

A dream that has been broken for many years and thousands of years will finally begin to be complete. The fragments that have been scattered for many years will slowly come together, just like the general trend of the world, the long-term must be united!

Looking at the seriousness in Xiao Qingyu's dark eyes, Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows: "One Thousand Years of Dream" is a property of the royal family, and its shattering must have something to do with the royal family. There are many secret stories about invisible light in the royal family. Xiao Qingyu doesn't want to She didn't bother to get to the bottom of it, "Xiao Shizi, you control Mengyao Academy for the sake of a dream for thousands of years?"

"That's right!" Xiao Qingyu nodded lightly, and without waiting for her to ask, he directly stated his purpose: "In a certain fragment interlayer of a dream of a thousand years, there is a medical book that can cure all diseases in the world!"

Normally, Xiao Qingyu was a normal person, but when he got sick, he was so painful that he couldn't take care of himself, he was so weak that he was even worse than a baby, and he was as proud as him, no matter how painful the disease was, he could bear it, but he would never allow himself to be as weak as a baby.

(End of this chapter)