Lonely king and the widowed woman

Shang Ya's head was hanging and she was still in a coma.

Mo Jiu grabbed her head and nodded twice. He said positively, "thank you. For the sake of what you gave me, I'll save you."

With the compass in her arms, she squatted down and unscrewed the plug of the porcelain bottle.

Shangya's wound on her neck has clotted. She only sprinkled some wound medicine on her broken finger. After thinking about it, she tore off a piece of cloth wide in her palm to wrap it up, even if it's done. However, she was reluctant to return the green porcelain bottle, secretly put it in her arms and began to walk around the secret room with a compass.

Behind his back, Xiao Qian asked, "do you know Feng Shui?"

Mo Jiu said, "I know a thing or two."

Xiao Qian asked again, "do you know the mechanism?"

Mo Jiu said, "I know a thing or two."

So Xiao Qian stopped asking, and Mo Jiu went to the relief on the stone wall.

There are a total of twelve reliefs, each engraved with a pair of men and women scratching their heads. Although the postures are different, there is a day engraved on the lower left of each relief, such as the year of Jiazi and the year of Guihai. The ten days are the same, but the twelve local branches are different.

After observing for a moment, mojiu found that the twelve relief branches just represent the corresponding twelve zodiac signs. Such as mice, ugly cattle, Yin Hu... So it is.

The relief sequence that shangya touched earlier is also the sequence of the twelve earth branches. She thought: Qiao Zhanping should not be willing to easily destroy such a fine mechanism design. Then, his greatest possibility is to artificially reverse the order in order to collect the body in the future. But this mechanism is like a grinding square, one ring after another. As soon as the order changes, the composition of the scraper inside will be completely changed.

"Son of a bitch! How long will it take to plan?"

She scolded and looked around at the iron walls. She couldn't help being angry - twelve combinations can arrange countless different results. How could she solve this? If you try one by one, she probably won't go out until she starves to death.

So she went to eat the last big Nai cake and calmed down again. When Shang Ya woke up, she began to seriously interrogate her, "what zodiac are you? What zodiac is Qiao Zhanping? Qiao Zhanping's mother, Qiao Zhanping's father, Qiao Zhanping's sister, Qiao Zhanping's grandfather, Qiao Zhanping's grandfather... What zodiac are they?"

She thought: it's entirely possible for the goods to do so in order to facilitate memory. With the distinction of honor and inferiority, it's easy to find the order, isn't it? But Shang Ya looked at her, her head tilted, and she simply fainted again.

Mo Jiu: "

Behind him came Xiao Qian's low smile.

Mo Jiu turned back and stared at him. Seeing his leisurely manner, he didn't fight at all. With a cold hum, she walked over decisively, grabbed his sleeve, pulled him off, lay down on the bed and waved her hand, "you play next to me, my sister requisitioned this bed."

"Sister?" Xiao Qian did not move, and his voice was as mellow as wine. "Don't you say you are still a child?"

Mo Jiu held his hands behind his neck and looked at him lazily, "yes, uncle. Go and play on the side?"

Xiao Qian: "

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Since the three entered the secret room, I don't know how long it has passed. Several lamp oils have exhausted one by one. The only long-lived, bean sized wick is about to burn to the end. Mojiu wakes up after sleeping and staring at the yellow light. Finally, he is a little afraid.

She came across for nothing. Is that why she died?

With fear in my heart, such a scene is a little scary.

The light was getting weaker and weaker, and her hair stood up in a dark mass.

But Xiao Qian sat on the stone chair, but he was as calm as an old monk. His face was so indifferent that he had no emotion.

Mo Jiu looked at his almost perfect face and suddenly sat up, "no, I don't want to die."

Xiao Qian opened his eyes. The bottom of his eyes was still cold as water, but Sen's cold tone had no room for discussion, "fall down and continue to sleep."

He wanted her to conserve her strength, but Mo Jiu was bitter and pounded the bed. "I'll go! I haven't eaten Pucai dumplings in Chuzhou, long fish in soft pockets, west lake vinegar fish in Lin'an, Longjing shrimp, beggar chicken, dry fried ring Ling, honey fire recipe, birds facing the Phoenix and fried prawns in oil. How can I die?"

Xiao Qian's expression solidified in an instant.

At this time, the familiar sound of machine rotation came from the top of the secret room, like countless cattle dragging an iron plow on the stone slab, "squeak" piercing and sharply pricking the eardrum, but it was more beautiful than the sound of nature.

Soon, a stone gate slowly appeared at the position of shangya soft fall.

Outside the stone gate, there is a dark step up.

Mo Jiu was very happy, "ha ha, I finally moved the God of food!"

Even if she was beautiful and fragrant, and even if Xiao Qian was so indifferent and cool, he really couldn't help but don't start and don't want to see her again.

The room was quiet for a moment, Shang Ya also woke up and laughed and cried like ecstasy, "Qiao Zhanping, Zhanping, I knew you wouldn't leave me, and I knew you would take me up."

Mo Jiu stroked his forehead, "aunt is really simple and lovely like a child."

As soon as her voice fell, footsteps came from the stone steps. The light of the torch illuminated the steps with a beauty of survival, but it was not people who took the lead in entering the secret room, but Wangcai who desperately wagged his big tail.

Then Xue Fang pushed Qiao Zhanping in and knocked heavily in front of Xiao Qian, "it's too late. I hope you can forgive me."