"Sun Daqiao, your plan is good, but I'm just afraid that Mrs. Zhang won't let you go."
After Song Siyuan closed the door, she motioned for Sun Daqiao to sit around. She could see some things clearly, but the old man in front of her couldn't notice them yet, so she had to remind him.
"Song Qianjin means that Zhang will continue to assassinate Hua Ling and me?"
When Sun Daqiao thought of this, he felt that he had offended a living hell.
Song Siyuan looked at Sun Daqiao and did not hide her guess: "Yes, I don't know if Zhang is inquiring about the situation, but according to her bad habits, it is difficult for her not to send someone to find out the truth. If she knows that Hualing has been detoxified, Now he is probably plotting how to deal with you so that he can continue to use you for his use."
"I think she will send someone to contact you soon. The purpose is just to test your tone. If she finds any sign that you don't want to obey, the next step is to use thunder. Although the Zhang family's power is not in Fengtian, they want to kill you. It’s not difficult to be a father and daughter.”
"It's too late for you to show off now, Mrs. Zhang won't let you go."
Song Siyuan's words made sense. Sun Daqiao was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He sighed: "Originally, I was also a young rich man. Who knew that one wrong step and one wrong step led to being coerced by the old witch to such an extent? How could it be possible for our father and daughter to end up in this situation?" The two of us really can only live under her threat."
"What kind of advice does Song Qianjin have? If it can save both of us, I'm willing to obey."
Sun Daqiao knew that if he offended someone he shouldn't offend, he could only use his bigger arms to deal with him. Seeing that Song Siyuan matched the chief patrol brother and sister today, he had already thought of joining the gang, but he was just afraid that others would say that he was the best of both worlds. Duan, we can only use the guise of kindness to cover it up first.
How could Song Siyuan not know what Sun Daqiao was thinking? She looked at the old man and reminded:
"Before we discuss the countermeasures, don't go back for the time being. Hua Ling also needs to cultivate in the past few days. Any disturbance here will affect international relations. They are dispensable to the big shots and have no real use at all. Zhang No matter how courageous we are, we would not dare to act wild in the alley of the embassy people."
"That's it, that's it. Thank you Song Qianjin for your consideration."
When Sun Daqiao heard her words, he knew that they were all well-intentioned and not malicious, and he burst into tears and wanted to kneel down.
"These days, we..."
Song Siyuan wanted to continue talking, but the glass outside was banging. When the curtain was opened, Uncle Song walked in with an invitation and motioned for Yue and Song to come over.
"Miss, Mr. Yue, someone from the concierge has delivered an invitation."
After speaking, he handed the invitation envelope to Song Siyuan. She looked at the words on the envelope and saw that there was no signature at all: "Do you know who handed it over?"
"I don't know. I heard from the concierge that the envelope was thrown in through the crack of the door. I saw a dark shadow running outside. It was dark and snowing outside, so I couldn't see my face at all."
"So mysterious."
Song Siyuan took a letter cutter and cut open the envelope. Inside was an antique cardboard plate. After opening it and browsing for a few seconds, a strange color gradually appeared on her face.
"What's wrong?"
Song Siyuan directed the invitation to everyone: "The old man from the Chao family has come to Fengtian and asked us to go to the Chao family mansion to talk."
"Why did the Chao family come here suddenly?"
When Yue Qingshan heard the name of his old friend Chao Bingzhong, a trace of imperceptible doubt flashed across his brows.
"Maybe, it's because of this thing!"
Yue Guanchao took out the red gold slip he had brought from the Haidong Emperor's Mausoleum, slowly opened it to the people around him, and showed it in front of them.
Although Yue Qingshan didn't know what it was, he could feel the death energy in the tomb that could not be dissipated on the slips. He narrowed his eyes and guessed: "You should have dug this thing out of the tomb."
"Second uncle, you're an expert. You know it's an old thing even before you get started."
Yue Guanchao walked over and handed the red gold slip to Yue Qingshan. Sun Daqiao also tilted his head to look at the totem on the slip and nodded to everyone: "In the past, when I went to the tomb with the second master, there were many things like slips and iron coupons. , it is nothing more than a record of the tomb owner’s life or myths and legends. I have never seen it before. This thing with etched pictures but no words is really strange.”
"Second uncle, this thing was pulled out from the belly of the tomb guardian beast when we went to the tomb of Emperor Sheng in Haidong. At that time, we were still thinking about the past events of this guy's life. Who knows what kind of sacrificial ceremony it seems to be."
"Why didn't you take this out earlier?"
Song Siyuan saw that Yue Qingshan's face looked strange and explained: "Second Uncle Yue, we originally wanted to tell you, but because we met Sun Daqiao, we didn't tell you for fear of being distracted."
"Hey, my brother doesn't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything these days. I guess he's just here to look for this thing!"
The second uncle's words made Yue Guanchao murmur in his heart. He looked at everyone and said, "No way. We hid it from them very well when we came back, and no one said anything."
Yue Qingshan waved his hand, with an expression as old as time:
"You brat, there's no way a paper bag can stop the fire. So many people saw this thing at that time. It's probably not easy to hide it. It's just a knife to raise your head or shrink your head. Since they come to you on their own initiative, let's go and have a chat. he."
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