My ugly concubine is super cute

Chapter 559 The Mysterious Family Heirloom

Miao Linglong raised her head, and the teardrops still hung on her face suddenly burst into light: "Brother Ah Chun, is what you said true? Do you really think that I am strong and brave? Then you like me like this ?"

Dongfang Chunliang didn't answer, but Miao Linglong was already hugging Feng Qiye's neck and smiling happily: "...he is finally willing to take the initiative to talk to me."

"Thank you, Qiye." She whispered in Feng Qiye's ear, and then her voice sank, "But, I'm not happy at all."

Feng Qiye's body froze, she didn't know what to say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

Miao Linglong quickly raised her head and smiled brightly: "It's okay, he likes his, I chase mine, one day, either he gives up what he likes, or I give up what I chase. This is an endurance race , and I believe that I can win in the end."

"Yes, the one who laughs last is the biggest winner." Feng Qiye felt sorry for her. When she said these words, she didn't dare to look at Dongfang Chunliang's face. , Seeing those bright sorrows that are so frankly exposed in front of everyone.

Jun Huoshi just looked at her softly, taking her annoyance, her powerlessness, and her apology into her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were full of understanding and tolerance.

Under such gazes, Feng Qiye quickly discarded her armor and hugged Miao Linglong, she was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear on the spot.

Minglou stood a little further away, with his back to them, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Fourteen entourages stood around him all the time, forming a silent protective circle.

The old man looked at this, looked at that, and suddenly felt that love in this world is really disturbing.

"I said, have you cried enough and hugged enough? Start working after crying enough!" The old man took out an oilcloth bag from his arms, and carefully unwrapped the oilcloth layer by layer. I don't know why his eyes were focused on him, but Feng Qiye ran over quickly.

"Master, this is..."

"My ancestry."

While speaking, he had already untied the last layer of oilcloth, and the oilcloth fell off, revealing a small yellowed book.

"Here you are. This is a footnote written by my ancestor who escaped from the valley of death by chance. When it was handed down to me, I studied it for a long time, but found nothing."

Feng Qiye took the book solemnly, opened it slightly, and suddenly, what came to her face was the heavy historical texture that had been accumulated for hundreds of years.

The handwriting is messy but slender. It can be seen that the person who left this book is a woman. The records on the book are actually very messy. There are pictures, various symbols, and various words interspersed in it. Suspected to be blood-stained marks.

After only turning a few pages, Feng Qiye closed the book. A very absurd, improbable but reasonable thought appeared in her mind, but she was still unable to convince herself based on this alone.

"Master, did the person who passed this book on to you tell you anything?"

The old man nodded: "This is what makes me feel strange about the teacher. The legacy left by our ancestors is to let us keep this book carefully but strictly prohibit future generations from interpreting it privately."

"Then Master has studied for so long, have you found anything?"

"No. As far as the teacher knows, the location of the second entrance is on a beach."

Feng Qiye was silent, holding the book, not knowing what he was thinking.Jun Huoshi came over and stared at the book, the light in his eyes was also difficult to understand. No one knew why when he saw this book, he had an urge to tear it up immediately.

(End of this chapter)