The two broke up unhappy, and Zhu Yan returned to his residence in the small building. Jiang Xin pointed at Zhu Yan's back and muttered to express her dissatisfaction.
After Zhu Yan returned to the small building, he entered the room quietly, sat on the bedside and looked at his sleeping wife. Although she was asleep, she was still frowning. He stretched out his hand to soothe the sorrow in her dream, but she couldn't. He was also afraid of waking her up and disturbing her rare lunch break. He couldn't remember how long it had been since she had a good nap. Are their lives too busy
And the man behind the scenes who kept them so busy turned out to be her father.
He retracted his hand and looked at her sleeping face distressedly. How could his father be willing to make her so sad
If there is a chance to see him, he must ask her why she is so cruel.
He looked at her shoulders, her hands.
Her shoulders are thin and her hands are slender. Why does such a weak girl carry so much
He wanted to share it with her, but there were some things he couldn't share.
At some point, Yuan Qiu opened her eyes. Perhaps, she had never fallen asleep at all.
She looked at Zhu Yan, who looked at her with worried and distressed eyes, and asked, "Do you know?"
Zhu Yan nodded: "I understand."
She sat up and rested her head on his shoulder: "I figured it out. I want to know his purpose of bringing me here and what he is planning. The only way to solve the mystery is There is only one way to open the Divine Lord's treasure house, Zhu Yan, I want to try it."
Zhu Yan hugged her waist and whispered: "No matter where you go, no matter what you do, I will be by your side and face all the unknowns with you."
Her gloomy mood finally eased a lot. No matter what, she was not alone. She had Zhu Yan, Jiang Xin, Yuan Hao, her grandfather and her master.
Thinking of Yuan Hao, she then remembered Yuan Hao's marriage. When she was in Kyoto, she promised Yuan Hao that when things got better in Kyoto, she would go to Yaowang Valley and propose marriage to him in person.
Although her grandfather said that Yuan Hao's marriage would be left to him and she didn't need to worry about it, she still wanted to do her best to arrange it for Yuan Hao.
She got out of bed and took out the paper recording the time on the table and showed it to Zhu Yan.
"What is this?" Zhu Yan couldn't understand.
There were Arabic numerals written on the paper. It was normal that he couldn't understand it. Xia Yuanqiu pointed to the time that represented the first quarter moon and said: "Do you still remember that before we entered the treasure house of Lord Qinglong, we were blocked by a stone plate?"
Zhu Yan nodded: "Of course I remember that it was Yuan Hao who finally opened the stone plate and moved the stone needle according to the pattern of the waxing moon."
Xia Yuanqiu pointed to the words eleven thirty-five and said: "This set of numbers is time. The time on the stone clock is eleven thirty-five, which is about a quarter before noon, and this set of numbers, Twelve o'clock is the time on this small sapphire clock. My parents were also killed on December 8. At this time, the hour hand also points to twelve o'clock, and the first quarter moon appears every month. It's the eighth day of the lunar month."
Although Zhu Yan didn't understand something, he understood a lot: "So, what do you mean, if we take this stone clock as a clue, then the time to open the treasure house of the God Lord is a moment before noon on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month?"
Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "Yes, if the small sapphire clock and the large stone clock are the clues he left me, it should be at this time of the day."