Chapter 233 Unbearable (5)

Mo Qing immediately bowed and said, "Yes." Then he walked in first, holding the sword.

Shen Miao looked at Mo Qing's back, feeling a bit dazed for a moment. In past and present lives, no matter what his identity was, Mo Qing always seemed to be so cautious and loyal.

The tea room was large, divided into three levels by screens. Each level was extremely luxurious, a stark contrast to the elegance outside, giving it the appearance of something reminiscent of something found in a palace. Mo Qing carefully inspected the room, confirming that there were no assassins hiding inside. He then bowed to Shen Miao and said, "Miss, if you need anything, just call Mo Qing. Mo Qing will be on guard outside." With that, he walked out.

After Mo Qing left, Shen Miao walked to the table in front of the tea room. On the table was a blue and white tea set with a fine glaze, which seemed to have been seen in the palace. Shen Miao glanced at it and walked straight through. She walked past the first screen, passed the second screen, and arrived at the third floor of the tea room.

On the third floor of the teahouse, the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings. Looking closely, one could see that many of the inscriptions on the paintings were by famous calligraphers. This room full of calligraphy and paintings must be worth a fortune. Shen Miao looked at each painting one by one, as if admiring them. But when he reached a painting, he stopped in his tracks.

It was a painting of a night banquet, created by the renowned painter and calligrapher Liu Yuan of the previous dynasty. It depicted the grand occasion of a night banquet held at the residence of an official of the previous dynasty. The maids were beautiful, the food and wine were delicious, and the guests were all rejoicing. The figures were lifelike, each delicately and elegantly sketched with ink, and the colors were vibrant. Amidst the wall of calligraphy and paintings, it didn't stand out, yet Shen Miao stared at it intently, as if captivated by the scene.

She stared at the Night Banquet painting for a long time. After a while, she finally reached out her hand and slowly felt along the paper of the painting. She felt very carefully and touched the lapel of the protagonist of the night banquet on the painting, the pot-bellied official.

The collar is also very delicately made. Even though it is a painting, when you touch it, you can almost feel the buttons on the collar.

In fact, Shen Miao did touch it.

The slightly raised touch of the fingertips was different from the rough touch of the paper. Shen Miao pressed it down and only heard a slight "click".

With a slight sound, the wall in front of him, which was covered with calligraphy and paintings, suddenly split into two. It turned out to be a secret room. From the outside, only a long corridor could be seen. It was lit by torches and looked very bright and spacious.

Shen Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and without hesitation, she lifted the hem of her skirt and walked in.

…

At the very back of the secret room, there was a coffin. The lid had been opened, revealing the contents, which were surprisingly empty. Standing before the coffin were two people. One was dressed in rustling purple, the other in white, whiter than snow. They were none other than Xie Jingxing and Gao Yang.

Xie Jingxing was holding a bright yellow cloth bag in his hand. No one knew what was inside, but it looked quite heavy. Gao Yang laughed and said, "Prince Yu, that old dog, actually hid something here. If it weren't for the massacre at the Chen family last night, we would have had a lot of trouble finding it."

"So just wait and see if there's anything else around." Xie Jingxing said, "And then see if there's anything else around."

Gao Yang responded, looking around and said, "Come to think of it, Old Yu didn't even leave a guard here. This place must be very secretive. I'm afraid no one knows about it except him."

"The Fu family is very suspicious." Xie Jingxing said lazily: "If it were you, wouldn't you hide?"

"Of course I have to hide." Gao Yang waved his folding fan lightly, smiling very gently, but the words that came out of his mouth were very scary: "If I were Yu Lao Gou, if someone found this place, no matter who it was, even if they didn't know the secret, as long as they discovered the existence of such a secret room, I would probably kill them to silence them. Only the dead can keep secrets. Yu Lao Gou did a good job in this regard."