"Then if you go to the singing hall, wouldn't you be taking the initiative to enter the den of tigers and wolves?"
Only then did Yue Guanchao realize how much he had gone too far. Thinking of his secret joy just now, he really felt like a beast.
"It can't be said to be that serious. Chao Linyuan is just a pretty girl and not a promiscuous adulterer. I can still handle it."
Lou Yunxian understood that with the temple fair coming soon, it was up to her whether she could sneak into Changbai Mountain.
Due to love, Yue Guanchao saved her life.
Yu Li, going to Changbai Mountain was also the aftermath of her disaster, so Yu Li should help her.
"Then, since you are going, I must help you."
Lou Yunxian was afraid that Yue Guanchao would hesitate, so he quickly accepted the favor lawsuit first.
"It's just that I still have to discuss with the master to see how to arrange you into the troupe. There must be a list of entourage in Songjiang Town, where the family is located, so that they can't become suspicious."
Song Siyuan nodded: "Sorry to trouble you, please give us a reply if it works out, so we can plan further."
Yue Guanchao understood that this matter was related to the goodwill of the Futang Opera Troupe and was not something to be trifled with. He and Song Siyuan also understood it and did not want to force it on them.
Returning to the Song residence from the theater, Song Siyuan and Yue Guanchao found Uncle Song and asked him to open the front yard library.
"Miss, this library hasn't been cleaned much since the old man left. If you want to use it, you can at least let me clean it up."
Uncle Song took Song Siyuan and the Yue brothers into the front yard and walked through the verandah with many doors. To the east of the courtyard wall, there was indeed a Yuedong courtyard door. The "Chongsi Library" on the plaque said Fang Qiu and neatly. Suave.
Click, click, click!
Uncle Song counted the keys and opened the courtyard door. Spider webs immediately fell down and everyone coughed.
"Ahem."
Everyone stepped across the weedy yard, and at the end was a two-story pavilion.
"What is this place and why are we here?"
Yue Guanchao didn't understand that Song Siyuan hadn't said what she wanted to do yet.
"After the old man became an official, he once opened a private school in this courtyard for the children of the clan to study. It was here that I received my enlightenment as a child."
"There are a lot of materials left by the old man here. The map of the military town I was looking for came from this library."
As he spoke, the double doors of the library were pushed open.
The first floor is furnished with tables, chairs and a forum, while the second floor is like a bookstore with many old bookshelves. The aroma of rotten wood and ink makes you immediately feel like you have entered the study room of a private school master.
Yue Erpao hated reading the most, but he didn't run around at this moment. He was chasing after Yue Guanchao like a follower. "
"found it!"
Song Siyuan rummaged through the papers and picked up a volume of "History of Haidong Shengguo" with bright eyes.
"Does this book have anything to do with Changbai Mountain?"
Yue Guanchao picked it up and flipped through it. They were all ancient characters, which made him confused.
Song Siyuan took it like a treasure:
"Of course, this book is "The Natural History of Haidong Shengguo" compiled by Tang Chuyin, a naturalist of the previous dynasty. It divides Haidong Shengguo into five chapters: customs, territory, characters, emotions, and politics. The origin of Shenghuang and the story of Mrs. Qionghua come from this book."
"Now that you have decided to go, let's work harder to avoid being blinded."
Song Siyuan got the treasure book, took it back to the study, read it at night by candlelight, and read it with gusto.
Early the next morning, Lou Yunxian was having breakfast, and Butler Song handed him a dial phone.
"It belongs to the boss Futang Yuanxian!"
Song Siyuan answered the phone and exchanged pleasantries for a while. Yue Guanchao saw her beaming with joy and knew that the matter was done.
Snap!
After hanging up the phone, Song Siyuan became proud: "It's done. The boss said that you and Guan Hai are pretending to be waiters. As for me, I will pretend to be Yun Xian's personal maid."
"Okay, I finally solved the problem of how to get in."
"Why are you still taking me with you?"
Yue Erpao drank the porridge until he was gurgling and murmuring.
"Yue Guanhai, we have lost a lot of weight from running these days, but you have gained a few pounds. If you stay here any longer, you will probably be too fat to walk."
"I need to find something for you to do. Being a waiter in the Futang Opera Troupe is just right for you. You can also help us look after our home and nursing home when we go to Songjiang Town."
Having said that, Yue Guanchao was still teasing him, but the real reason was that he still didn't trust the Tang family.
Regarding Jinglou Yunxian's case, Yue Guanchao also knew that General Zhang had some influence in Fengtian, so it would be unavoidable to be frightened by leaving his brother here alone.
It's better to take it with you so that you can know whether you are alive or dead at a glance.
Song Siyuan looked at him and returned to seriousness:
"The leader of the building also said that Fengtian is 800 miles away from Songjiang Town. They are crowded with people and things are mixed. People on the road eat horse chews and it is a waste of time. We have to go seven days early. We should probably leave tomorrow."
"We need to prepare things in the next two days. He also specifically told us not to bring grave robbing tools. If he is discovered, it will be terrible."
"Then it's over, we can only dig it out with our hands."
Yue Guanchao wiped his mouth and put down the bowl and chopsticks.
Song Siyuan rolled her eyes:
"Let's sneak in first. We don't need to bring too many clothes. Anyway, the clothes we wear are those of the maids, so they won't be used at all. As for the tools for tomb robbing, we can only go to Songjiang Town to solve them. When we arrive tomorrow, we will follow them in the city. Foreign exchange.”
"Sure, I'll listen to you. I have to go to the Eastern Province Guanyin No. 1 this afternoon."
How could Song Siyuan not understand Yue Guanchao's little thoughts? She smiled crookedly:
"You know, a poor family has a rich life, so you can feel at ease only if you have the ocean in your hands."
With such planning, the two of them made up their minds and waited for the day of departure.
