Chapter 383 Listener

He wasn't really afraid of what she might do to him.

Whether it was sweet or unbearable, he accepted it all with pleasure.

Now she can't sleep peacefully, and she can no longer leave.

Ji Ruyan could tell that Lu Qingqing was really tired, and that she seemed to have had a bad dream just now, with a moment of vulnerability and panic before waking up.

His heart was in pain.

"I stayed."

He quickly washed up and went to bed.

He took the initiative to hug the person.

"This time he was quite sensible and didn't nag." Lu Qingqing bowed slightly.

Sleeping together makes you feel more at ease; the unfamiliar place and unfamiliar bed make it less unsettling.

"I'm sorry I don't have time to spend with you, I..."

Ji Ruyan wanted to talk about the future, but then she thought about what the future held, this unstable empire...

He didn't voice the uncertain promise, but simply held the person tighter.

Lu Qingqing remained silent, her breathing was light, and she had fallen asleep again.

"sorry……"

He was still selfish, selfishly clinging to her, unwilling to let go.

Outside the door.

Mo Lang leaned against the wall, sword in hand, and closed his eyes for a nap.

Two guards, who were also on duty, stealthily approached.

With a touch of gossip, he asked, "Brother Mo, can I ask you something? Was the purse on your waist embroidered by Miss Lu?"

Mo Lang remained silent.

The two started arguing again.

“I said no, how could something so ugly come from Miss Lu’s hands? Miss Lu’s food is so delicious, how could her embroidery be bad?”

"Didn't you see that the young master touched it seventy-five times in one day? If it weren't embroidered by Miss Lu, would he cherish it so much?"

"What I mean is that it was a gift from Miss Lu, but she didn't embroider it. I heard she has two apprentices, so maybe one of them embroidered it for her."

That looks really bad; it only has a few stitches. Even an eight-year-old girl in our village could embroider better than that.

Mo Lang opened his eyes. "You must not speak ill of your master."

"So, was it actually embroidered by Miss Lu?"

"The greatest truths are the simplest; you just don't understand."

The two guards: "..."

So, it was embroidered by Miss Lu?

That's too simple...

Mo Lang's ears suddenly twitched, as if he heard something...

After listening for a while, it seemed like nothing had happened.

He closed his eyes again.

"Thump..."

"Knock knock knock..."

"Knock knock..."

Inside the room, on the bed.

The two people, who were sleeping soundly together like silkworm cocoons, opened their eyes at the same time.

What's that noise?

It seemed to be coming from under the bed.

"There's a hidden room downstairs!"

Lu Qingqing immediately realized what was happening when she thought of the scene in the TV series, and "slipped" to her feet.

Before going to bed, she thoroughly checked the room and cleaned up all the clothes and bedding she had used.

I've checked the bed frame and underneath the bed, but there's nothing unusual!

I still didn't check it carefully enough.

"Holy crap! Is there another slaughterhouse down there, with a bunch of corpses?"

Ouyang Bingyan has such a strong mental fortitude; how can she sleep soundly with all this noise?

Ji Ruyan grabbed Lu Qingqing, who was about to crawl under the bed.

I brought her an outer coat to put on.

"I called them in to move the bed."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, hurry up."

Lu Qingqing couldn't wait any longer. There was movement inside, which meant there was a living person inside. This living person must know the great secret of the Holy Medicine Sect!

Mo Lang and his two guards rushed inside upon hearing the shouts.

After a few people moved the two-meter-wide mahogany carved bed aside, they began to examine it little by little.

Finally, at the location corresponding to the head of the bed, I detected the feeling that the ground was hollow.

Strangely, the stone slabs here have no gaps and are laid very solidly.

Mo Lang pressed his ear to the ground and listened.

"Knock knock knock..."

He looked up in surprise. "Listening to this, the sound is extremely loud, there must be something there, but... the hollow part isn't big, it's definitely not a dark room."

"If it's not a dark room, then what could be making that noise?" Lu Qingqing wondered.

The secret room for raising Gu worms isn't here, so it couldn't be Gu worms or anything like that. Then what else could it be?

The two guards swallowed hard: "I've heard that some sorcerers raise ghosts... Ouyang Bingyan raises Gu poison and harms people, she looks really sinister, I can't believe it..."

"You've heard quite a lot. Raising a ghost child requires offerings, so how could it be trapped underground?"

Lu Qingqing waved her hand: "We'll know once we smash it open!"

Wow! Miss Lu even knows how to raise ghost children?

No, there really are little devils?

Suddenly, I felt that the room was eerie.

Ji Ruyan pulled Lu Qingqing back, "You move back a bit, I feel like this place has been cursed with some kind of spell."

Ouyang Bingyan offended someone and was subjected to a spell that prevented her from sleeping peacefully every night.

Yes, that seems to be the case. The sound is very faint when you're not lying in bed.

Ji Ruyan remembered that when she was a child, there was a period when she would always hear all sorts of strange noises.

What the emperor later discovered was that someone had hidden a wooden puppet with his birth date and time written on it in the beam of his palace.

The puppets are under a spell; at night they cause trouble, making all sorts of strange noises.

The puppet has been found, and the solution is simple: just burn it.

He didn't know who was targeting him before, but now he does.

Your Majesty the Empress.

She didn't want him to die, but she also didn't want him to have a good life, so she tried to find ways to torment him.

However, the puppet under Ouyang Bingyan's bed was definitely not a curse targeting one person, because everyone could hear the noise.

Who knows what it is? Just be careful.

Mo Lang swung his hammer, shattering the stone slab. Nothing escaped, but the sound continued to echo.

He glanced inside and said, "There's an earthenware jar inside."

Ji Ruyan instantly realized what it was!

It's not a form of witchcraft!

In military camps, to scout enemy positions and prevent surprise attacks, soldiers would often lie down and listen to the earth's whispers.

The best place to listen is to bury a small pot underground, which will concentrate the sound and make the vibrations exceptionally clear.

This is the thing under Ouyang Bingyan's bed!

However, her design was more ingenious and powerful, allowing her to hear it so clearly.

I just don't know where those noises came from or how far away they are.

After Mo Lang finished clearing away the rubble, Lu Qingqing lay down and exclaimed, "My God, isn't this... a listening device?"

"A listening device?" Ji Ruyan also squatted down, looking at the dark urn.

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be a pipe connected to the bottom of the urn."

Lu Qingqing was right. The guard lit a torch and shone it inside. The bottom of the urn had indeed been drilled through, revealing a section of dark, rusty iron pipe.

"Wow! Where is she listening? Don't speak, let me hear."

Lu Qingqing stuck her head into the urn.

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