"You go over."

Xiao Yao pushed Zhou You aside casually, and when Zhou You was about to come, he pushed open the stone door with all his might.

"Rumor, be careful."

Zhou You was so scared that he hugged Xiao Yao and hid on the side. There were no hidden weapons inside, and the door was so lonely and open, looking particularly lonely and lonely against the backdrop of the torch.

Maybe no one has been here for a long time, right?

Xiao Yao was inexplicably sad. She pushed Zhou You away and walked in like a dream, but saw that it was not as open as they thought. It was just a stone table with a bronze mirror on the stone table, and a red sandalwood box was placed next to the bronze mirror.

The rosewood box has thick dust, so it can be seen that no one has been here for many years.

Where is this?

Who lives here?

This is a question that everyone who enters here will ask. Zhou You began to inquire around in hopes of finding out what he could find.

In fact, there is no need to look for it. Just look carefully and you can see that not far away is a bed, a wardrobe, and an ancient shelf. Xiao Yao didn't care about the red sandalwood box, but just touched a book on the ancient shelf. The book turned slightly yellow. Xiao Yao cleaned the dust and opened the title page and took a casual look.

With just this glance, Xiao Yao was stunned. This is actually not a book, but it looks like an essay from a person. On the first page, he started with a sentence: "It is difficult to get apart when we meet, and the east wind is weak and the flowers are in lingering."

It seems that this is a woman or a passionate woman.

Xiao Yao was guessing silently in her heart. She slowly turned over the first page and found that the person who wrote the essays was different from the style of writing vertically on the beam, but wrote horizontally.

This made Xiao Yao very difficult to read. But she still read it slowly. But the more she read it, the more difficult it became, and the more she felt it was awkward. There was a little messy here, and the person who wrote this essay seemed to start writing whatever he thought of.

After only two pages of paper, Xiao Yao found that there were food, drink, strategy, and a way to make things with strange names...

Seeing this, Zhou You moved the stone bench in front of the stone table to Xiao Yao.

"I left gently, just as I came gently. I waved my hand gently and said goodbye to the clouds in the west." Xiao Yao frowned and said this sentence, feeling that this poem was not like a poem or a poem, but it gave people a faint sadness and a faint sorrow.

“What are you looking at?”

Zhou You frowned and sometimes praised when he saw Xiao Yao, fearing that this was a bad book would make the child crazy again, so he hurriedly looked over.

Xiao Yao moved his body and gave up a place to Zhou You. He also handed the book in his hand to Zhou You.

Zhou You is a man who naturally doesn't like the sour style of his daughter's family. Because it's really hard to write horizontally, he simply closed the book.

"Let's go, go in and have a look."

Zhou You talked about the small door behind the bed, which was a secret door that ordinary people could not easily see. Xiao Yao was interrupted by this, so he lifted his hand away, and only carefully wrapped the book and put it on his body. This book was a bit strange, and Xiao Yao had no time to read it, so he had to put them away first.

Although Xiao Yao took some effort to open the stone door, it finally opened. But she couldn't push the secret door open. Zhou You stopped Xiao Yao who was going to continue to try and began to look for the mechanism next to him.

But since this is a secret door, it is naturally not so easy to find. Zhou You searched for it all the time, but he didn't find anything.

"I'll do it." Xiao Yao pushed Zhou You away, gestured with both hands on the secret door, and then exerted force vigorously, but the door did not move at all.

"Rumor, don't hurt yourself."
Chapter completed!