concubine poisonous concubine

Chapter 367 Ba Da, The Box Opened

Xin Ruo took it, her eyes became brighter and brighter, hugged the iron box, took a look at Zhan Moyu, then walked towards the main room, Zhan Moyu frowned, and followed.

Zilan, Naner and Beier took turns to look at each other, shrugging one by one, is the young mistress really hungry, her eyes looked like she was eating meat for the first time.

Zi Lan thought that the iron box had been found, and the hidden guards had also withdrawn, so she hurriedly asked Nan'er Bei'er to let the women come out to cook.

Xin Ruo went to the main room and turned directly to the study room, and put the iron box on the table.

Under Zhan Moyu's suspicious gaze, he wrote down 26 letters in a row.

Facing the word Jinluo, Xin Ruo circled it, found the corresponding letters, converted them into two characters, and adjusted them one by one in front of the iron box, feeling so excited.

Zhan Moyu frowned, not because of anything else, because he had never seen those letters before, really, as Master Huihai said, only she can open the iron box in this world?
Xin Ruo patiently adjusted the numbers one by one, then raised her eyes to look at Zhan Moyu, success or failure could be determined by one action.

Xin Ruo pressed the switch, and there was a click, and Xin Ruo's hands trembled.

It was really the password, she guessed it right, Zhan Moyu on the side couldn't believe it, opened it, the iron box was really opened just like that, what was inside?
As Xin Ruo opened the lid, a burst of red sandalwood fragrance came, and Zhan Moyu frowned.

The shape of the thing is very strange, at least he has never seen it when he is so big. Seeing that Xin Ruo looked a little excited, he pulled one of his arms and shook it, "Sir, the pistol."

Xin Ruo was really excited, what was in it, a pair of male and female pocket mini pistols, embedded in the groove of rosewood wood, with twelve bullets in a row.

Xin Ruo tugged on Zhan Moyu's arm, and saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, showing a slightly puzzled expression, "What is a pistol, and why are you using it?"

Xin Ruo's eyes widened in astonishment, and the corners of her mouth twitched twice, wishing she could knock herself out with a single blow, she smiled coyly, "It's a weapon for killing people, just like the sword that my husband used to use."

After Xin Ruo finished speaking, she picked up one of them casually, and Xin Ruo didn't realize it until she held it.

This is a real gun, even if it is a mold, it is unlikely to appear in this era, unless someone passed it on before her, and it was worn by a real person, otherwise how to explain this gun.

And the "Sun Tzu's Art of War", Xin Ruo thought about it and took out the interlayer of rosewood, and sure enough there were some good things underneath.

Xin Ruo took it out and looked at it. There were two pieces of brocade silk folded and put inside, and under the brocade silk was a letter.

Xin Ruo handed the letter to Zhan Moyu, and looked at it with his cloth.

The first copy, Xin Ruo knew, was the full version of Sun Tzu's Art of War, and the second copy was the bomb making procedure. Xin Ruo blinked and handed it to Zhan Moyu, "Sister, this should be what you want."

Zhan Moyu was looking at the letter, seeing Xin Ruo handing over the brocade, he took it casually.

Xin Ruo leaned forward to stare at the letter, and the corner of her mouth twitched after she glanced at it, only to see that the first sentence on it was written like this: Son?grandson?Great grandson?Great grandson?No matter who you are, you must be related to me by blood...

Xin Ruo scanned and looked down, the general idea was how to use the brocade and what must be observed, summed up in one sentence: defend, not attack.

This is to worry about the power of the bomb, which will destroy the Three Kingdoms and cause the loss of life.

Xin Ruo glanced at Zhan Moyu, for some reason, the ancestors of the Funing Palace were so sure that his descendants would not have such ambitions.

If he really meets one, does he know how much impact leaving such a treasure will have on the world? The gamble is too big.

However, Xin Ruo overlooked one point, not everyone can open this iron box, just with this little reminder from Z26, no one in Dayu and the whole Palace of Funing can open it.

Unless they come from the same world, the chance is very small. She can afford to gamble, leaving an iron box to be good to the king, and it will ensure the continuous power of the Funing Palace, and the lives of several generations of heirs will be safe.

In addition to these, there were several manuscripts in that letter, which were the drawings of the pair of male and female pocket pistols.

Zhan Moyu didn't understand it very well, so she handed it over to Xin Ruo, who shook her head. It was useless for her to read it, and she couldn't make it.

Xin Ruo picked up the pocket pistol on the table, frowned more and more as he looked at it, and asked Zhan Moyu, "Which generation is King Father Funing?"

Zhan Moyu was stunned, not knowing why Xin Ruo asked such a question, and thought for a while, "It should be the fourth generation."

Xin Ruo twitched her lips, she didn't want to take advantage of it, this gun was only released in the year she died, she had seen it on her cousin's computer, and he made a pair of fake molds according to it.

That is to say, the owner of this pistol may have time-traveled about as long as she did, but she was dressed as his grandson, grandson and daughter-in-law, and she only wore half of it.

The whole family came with their tools, and now they are all dead to her, leaving only a legend.

The corners of Xin Ruo's eyes twitched twice, Zhan Moyu looked at her suspiciously, reached out and stroked her gently, "Lady, what's wrong?"

Xin Ruo shook her head, looked at the brocade and said, "Listen to the old ancestor?"

Zhan Moyu nodded, and signaled Xin Ruo to pack the things. Xin Ruo folded Sun Tzu's Art of War and was about to put it into the iron box when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Such a tall iron box can't only hold such a small amount of things, Xin Ruo put down the brocade and silk, and went to dump the iron box.

Sure enough, there was something inside. Xin Ruo picked it up, and looked at Zhan Moyu with tears in his eyes, "Don't take your ancestors who are so troublesome, and there is an iron box inside the iron box."

Even the method of making bombs has come out, what could be more shocking to this era than that, Xin Ruo pouted and turned over the small iron box, with only four words on it: my whole life.

Zhan Moyu was also curious when he looked at it, just relying on the things inside, it can keep the emperor safe for decades, so what is this small iron box containing, Zhan Moyu asked Xin Ruo, "Maybe it can be opened? "

Xin Ruo shook her head, the password just made it clear is not applicable, otherwise, why bother to do it so many times, it is also a twelve-digit password, no matter how I count it in my life, it is not twelve.

Xin Ruo sat on the chair, rattled and rattled, and tried seven or eight times to no avail.

Xin Ruo pursed her lips and looked at Zhan Moyu, shook her head, and had to think hard about her again. After two more tries, she probably must have turned her anger on someone, and she didn't have such a troublesome ancestor.

Zhan Moyu played with the gun and asked Xin Ruo. Xin Ruo told him everything he knew, but Xin Ruo also knew that people with high martial arts in this era would be very fast. kill.

Xin Ruo raised this doubt with Zhan Moyu, Zhan Moyu said to find a chance to try, Xin Ruo sneered, who will try?

She knows how to hold a gun, but she can't shoot. Even if she knows how to shoot, she can aim accurately.

Besides, who to test, if he dares to use himself as a test, she will swing the knife. Finally, considering that there are only twelve rounds of bullets, it cannot be wasted.

So Zhan Moyu planned to let Banyuefang make a batch in private. This thing looks very delicate, but I don't know how powerful it is.

The two discussed in the room for a while. This bomb is not a simple bomb. It is a lot more troublesome to make, and it is naturally much more powerful.

He only had three months to go to the battlefield, so he had to hurry up.

Thinking about it, Zhan Moyu put away the brocade, and packed the rest of the things as they were. He also destroyed the paper on which Xin Ruo wrote the password.

After tidying up, Nan'er came in outside and told, "Young master, young mistress, it's time for breakfast."

Xin Ruo nodded and went out. She was so hungry that she was about to get down on the table.

Only halfway through the meal, Zi Lan came in from outside, her face was all black, Xin Ruo looked at her, and then at Nan'er Bei'er's clean face, "Have you been digging coal?"

Zilan shook her head, then nodded again, "The servant has been digging through the pile of charcoal, and found this."

As Zilan said, she took out two things from her back and wrapped them in handkerchiefs, but she didn't know what they were containing.

Xin Ruo looked at it suspiciously, and Zi Lan immediately stepped forward and put it in front of Xin Ruo, "The slave girl is dirty, go and change clothes before serving young mistress."

Xin Ruo nodded, lifted the veil, Xin Ruo's eyes widened suddenly, it was her colored glaze.

Xin Ruo looked at it carefully, and thought it was burnt down, but the fire last night was not small, it had already reached the melting point of colored glaze, so it was still intact.

Xin Ruo looked left and right, and happily kissed her hard. Zhan Moyu over there walked over to see this scene, her face darkened.

Real people have never enjoyed this kind of treatment. If I knew it, I wouldn't have made them. It looks very aggrieved.

Zhan Moyu sat next to Xin Ruo, took the two colored glazes, and handed them to Nan'er, "Take it and put it away."

Nan'er nodded in response, Zhan Moyu over there had already picked up a bunch of vegetables for Xin Ruo, "After eating, have a good sleep."

Xin Ruo bit her chopsticks and looked at him, "Didn't I sleep last night? I'm not sleepy. You only need to rest after eating."

Zhan Moyu looked at Xin Ruo, and before he could speak, Zi Lan came in again with a dark face, "Young master and young mistress, the prince is looking for you two, and he also ordered the iron box and scroll Bring it on."

Xin Ruo nodded, and Zhan Moyu told her to go back after dinner. Xin Ruo pouted and asked, "The iron box is okay, but what about the painting scroll?"

Zhan Moyu looked up at Xin Ruo, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Isn't there still in the room?"

Xin Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth, they were all pirated copies, okay? Anyone with a discerning eye could tell the difference.

Needless to say, even the concubine would probably be able to recognize that it was made by someone, not to mention that group of fine-looking characters.

It seems that the iron box has to be handed over today or not. Even last night, the look on the princess's face seemed to suggest that they should give up the iron box.

What's more, it's the group of old men who are eyeing, the reason is as many as they want this time.

Xin Ruo asked, "Master, do you want to take out the things?" An empty iron box, whoever wants to take it, they don't care.

Zhan Moyu shook his head and said with a smile, "The iron box is not so easy to handle."

(End of this chapter)