Chapter 8: Burning the Treasury
After walking for about ten minutes, Mo Jiuye raised his hand and opened a plate above his head. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and the two of them appeared in the national treasury.
The national treasury is the national treasury. Not only is it large in area, but the items stored inside are also dazzling, and each item seems to be of great value.
Especially those two night-shining pearls that make the entire warehouse as bright as day, which are so bright that they can blind people's eyes.
"Time is limited, hurry up." Mo Jiuye saw that He Zhiran's eyes were a little short, so he had to remind him.
At this moment, He Zhiran felt like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and felt that everything here was so good.
She also knew that this was not the time for her to visit.
"I want you to get out of the way."
Of course Mo Jiuye knew what she meant. She just didn't want him to see how she did it.
"Okay." Without hesitation, Mo Jiuye opened the flap on the ground and crawled in.
He Zhiran saw with his own eyes that the replica was closed without any gaps, and then he began to search for good things everywhere.
After all, there is limited space for items in the space, and there are so many things in the treasury that she can't take them all away.
After taking a quick look around, He Zhiran used his mind to collect all the silver bills, silver ingots, gold and silver jewelry here into the space.
Then he used his mind to enter the space and check. Sure enough, these things alone almost filled the space.
However, she was not satisfied.
So He Zhiran used his mind to arrange those things as compactly as possible. Some not very large items were piled up in the kitchen and bathroom, leaving some space free.
Calculating the space, she collected some calligraphy and paintings that didn't take up much space, and also put away several large boxes of copper coins.
Checking the space again, He Zhiran was also drunk.
The space was now completely packed, with only enough space for her to enter.
Even though he was unwilling, He Zhiran knew that he could not take it anymore.
However, she was determined not to let go of those two bright night pearls.
After the night pearl was put into the space, the treasury suddenly became dark.
He Zhiran knocked on the flap: "I'm fine, we can go now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the copy opened from the inside.
He Zhiran held Mo Jiuye's shoulders and went down into the secret room.
She turned around to look at the treasury which she had made a bit messy, and then an idea came to her mind.
"There are too many things. I can't move them all. There are still a lot of silks and satins left."
"What do you mean?" Mo Jiuye seemed to guess what she was thinking.
Taking advantage of darkness, He Zhiran used his mind to take out a bottle of alcohol from the space and poured it into the national treasury.
Mo Jiuye was also very cooperative. After the alcohol spilled, he took out a fire starter from his arms, lit it, and threw it out.
When alcohol met fire, the treasury instantly became engulfed in flames.
Mo Jiuye pulled He Zhiran and quickly evacuated the scene...
Although neither of them said anything, they both felt very happy about the burning of the national treasury.
Especially Mo Jiuye, at this moment he seemed to have a sense of revenge.
He even wanted to see with his own eyes the emperor's fury when he learned that the national treasury had been burned.
After returning safely to the Duke of Huguo's Mansion, the two changed out of their night clothes and Mo Jiuye went back to bed.
The sharp-eyed He Zhiran saw the bloodstains on the ground at a glance.
"You're bleeding. I have to help you take care of the wound."
Don't underestimate skin injuries. Many people in previous lives died because of wound infections that were not properly treated.
She has tried her best to save the lives of the people in the Duke's Mansion. How could she let Mo Jiuye be in danger for such a minor injury?
"No, my injury is not serious."
In fact, Mo Jiuye was well aware of his own injuries. Although he was protected by the cushion, he was still beaten with fifty boards after all, so the injury could not be too light.
But when he thought about the injury on his butt, he felt uncomfortable and didn't want He Zhiran to see it.
In He Zhiran's understanding, patients are equal in gender.
Therefore, she was ready to reach out and lift Mo Jiuye's clothes without any hesitation.
Mo Jiuye dodged instinctively.
"No, the location of the injury is not suitable for a woman like you to see."
He Zhiran then realized that this was the crux of the matter, as he was unwilling to let her help with the treatment.
"I, a woman, didn't say anything, and you, a grown man, are still worried about being at a disadvantage?"
She said this to ease Mo Jiuye's embarrassment, to help him heal his wounds earlier, and to plan the next thing earlier.
Mo Jiuye's face turned red when a woman said this to him.
He still dodged awkwardly.
He Zhiran was helpless and could only say: "Don't forget, we are husband and wife. Husband and wife, you know, must be honest with each other."
She only wanted to persuade Mo Jiuye to cooperate with her treatment. At this moment, she had completely forgotten that she was in ancient times. Saying these things to an ancient person with deep-rooted feudal ideas was like adding fuel to the fire.
Mo Jiuye looked at her in astonishment, speechless for a moment.
After all, what they said makes sense, they are already husband and wife.
But can a woman say such words casually?
Thinking of this, Mo Jiuye became even more curious about He Zhiran.
What kind of mentality allows her to say these words without changing her expression?
Just when Mo Jiuye was wondering in his heart, He Zhiran had already nimbly lifted up his coat.
The two got married yesterday, and Mo Jiuye wore bright red inside and out.
Even so, after lifting up his coat, what He Zhiran saw was still shocking.
Mo Jiuye's bright red underwear was soaked with blood, and the bright red fabric had been dyed dark red.
Thinking about how Mo Jiuye had just helped her use lightness skills to steal from the national treasury, how tough must this man's character be to be able to persist for so long?
Thinking of this, He Zhiran respected Mo Jiuye even more.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade He Zhiran, Mo Jiuye could only turn his head away awkwardly, face the wall, close his eyes, and accept his fate.
Seeing that Mo Jiuye couldn't see him, He Zhiran took out a bottle of alcohol from the space without any pressure.
As a result, she made a surprising discovery.
If she remembered correctly, there were originally three bottles of alcohol stored in the space. One bottle was used up when the warehouse caught fire just now, so there should be two bottles left.
However, she just discovered that the amount of alcohol had not decreased and was still three bottles.
At this moment, she was not completely sure whether the space had the regeneration function.
However, this time she carefully checked the alcohol in the space and confirmed that there were two bottles. She would check again after helping Mo Jiuye treat his wound. If there were three bottles of alcohol, it would mean that she had discovered a new function of the space again.
Recovering his thoughts, He Zhiran took out tweezers, cotton wool and other items from the space and gently took off Mo Jiuye's pants.
The wound was shocking to see, and even He Zhiran, who had seen many kinds of injuries, was no exception.
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