Chapter 127 Library

The chess piece that determined the outcome of the game was Xue Minglan after all.

But Chen He knew very well that in order to tame this lone wolf, he must first cut the chain around his neck.

The source of the chain is the purple marrow ore.

Her gaze fell back on the yellowed ancient book, and she carefully flipped through it page by page.

finally.

Her fingertips stopped at an inconspicuous corner.

The writing there does not describe toxicity, but rather geomancy.

"It faces south on a sunny slope, leaning against a broken dragon vein. There's an underground river below, and the soil and rocks are a reddish ochre color..."

Just a few words, every word is precious!

This is not a map, but it is better than a map!

As long as we can find the geomancy map of the Dayin Dynasty and compare these features one by one, there will be no worries about not finding the purple marrow mine that was hidden so carefully by Xiao Jingren and the Queen!

Chen He's heart was pounding.

And for the entire Dayin Dynasty, the most complete geomancy atlas is only in one place.

Imperial Palace, Library.

***

The next day.

Chen He took off her hairpins and changed into a simple moon-white dress, and asked Guyu to simply comb her hair into a bun.

The whole person looks a little thinner, but more elegant.

She was going to pay her respects to the Queen Mother.

This was also her only excuse to freely enter and leave Jingsi Garden and go to the palace.

In Ci'an Palace, the Empress Dowager looked at her pale face and sighed.

"He girl, how are you doing recently? Your sister is getting married. It's time to get things done for you and Jing Chi."

Shen He knelt and saluted, his voice calm and without ripples.

"Grandmother, everything is fine. It's just... I've been bored all day, so I want to go to the library and find some Buddhist scriptures to calm my mind."

"Good, good boy."

The Queen Mother nodded approvingly and waved her hand, saying, "Go ahead. Reading is a good thing."

After getting permission, Chen He took Gu Yu and went straight to the library.

The library is an important royal place, majestic and solemn. From afar you can smell the heavy scent of ink and the odor of decaying paper.

Before he got close, Shen He paused slightly.

She saw a familiar figure stealthily peeking out from the side door of the library.

It's Xiao Quanzi.

The personal eunuch of the Sixth Prince Xiao Jingchi.

Chen He's brows knitted slightly.

Why did Xiao Jingchi come here?

Everyone in the capital knew that the Sixth Prince was mentally retarded, like a three-year-old child, unable to recognize a single word, and hated reading and writing the most.

He usually loves to chase butterflies and fireflies in the imperial garden, so why would he come to this boring library where even palace officials rarely set foot?

Seeing that it was Chen He, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"This servant pays his respects to Miss Shen."

Chen He's eyes were cold and he said "hmm" lightly.

"Where is the Sixth Prince?"

"His Highness said he wanted to find a storybook, and he wouldn't let me follow him!"

Although Shen He was a little suspicious, he didn't say much when he saw that Xiao Quanzi didn't seem to be lying.

She no longer hesitated and walked into the library.

The bookshelves on the first floor are towering into the sky, and are arranged into categories, containing classics, history, and miscellaneous works.

Chen He's target is the feng shui map on the second floor.

She lifted her skirt and walked up the creaking wooden stairs, step by step.

The higher you go, the dimmer the light becomes.

The floating dust in the air was clearly visible in the beam of light coming through the window pane.

As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, Shen He's gaze froze.

In a corner not far away, a man was lying on the ground with his legs spread out.

There were seven or eight books piled randomly on his body, like a messy quilt, and even his face was covered with an open copy of the "Nanhua Jing".

Judging from his figure and the bright yellow prince's uniform, who else could it be but Xiao Jingchi?

Chen He lightened his steps and approached slowly.

She could hear his steady and weak breathing, and it seemed that he was really asleep.

But her eyes fell on the books scattered around him.

"Notes on the Classic of Waterways", "A Study of the Territory of Dayin", "Records of Strange Stories of Mountains and Rivers"...

How can this be a storybook?

Would a three-year-old child watch this?

Just when Shen He was filled with doubts, a piece of floorboards under his feet made a slight "creaking" sound at an inopportune time.

The person lying on the ground moved suddenly, like a cat that was awakened.

The "Nanhua Jing" that was covering his face slipped off.

Their eyes met.

Those were a pair of eyes so clear that one could not see the bottom of the world. At first, there was a hint of haziness in them as if they had just woken up. The moment they saw that the person coming was Chen He, the haziness was instantly replaced by a dazzling brilliance!

"Sister He!"

A cry of surprise and joy broke the silence in the room!

Xiao Jingchi suddenly sat up from the ground, and the books on his body fell to the ground with a bang.

But he didn't care.

The next second, he climbed up using his hands and feet, and like a big dog seeing its owner, he took two steps at a time and rushed over!

Chen He only felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, and before he could react, he was tightly embraced by a warm and strong embrace.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbing it hard with a hint of grievance and dependence.

The refreshing breath unique to young people, mixed with the faint scent of ink, enveloped her entire body.

"Sister He!"

His voice was muffled and nasal, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

"Why didn't you come to see me for so long?"

"I miss you so much!"

The nasal voice of "I miss you so much" was like a hot feather, gently scratching Chen He's heart.

In her past and present lives, no one had ever said "I miss you" to her in such a pure and passionate tone.

The unexpected hug, with the brute force unique to young people, almost embedded it into her bones and blood.

Shen He's body stiffened for a moment.

In her nose, she could smell the crisp soapberry scent of Xiao Jingchi, mixed with the dry smell of ink unique to ancient books, which strangely soothed her tense nerves.

She slowly raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally placed it on his broad back, patting it gently.

"Okay, okay."

Her voice was so gentle that she didn't even notice it.

"I'm not... coming to see you?"

Xiao Jingchi then let go of her a little, but his arms were still domineeringly wrapped around her waist, as if he had found a lost treasure.

He raised his head, and his clear eyes stared at her straight, full of grievances.

"You haven't come to play with me for a long time!"

Chen He was amused by his childish accusation, and the frost in his eyes melted a little.

She stretched out her finger and gently tapped his forehead.

"Why are you here?"