Just as he was thinking, the sound of reading suddenly disappeared, as if he was sucked in by the heavy night. Mu Xiaowu was stunned and quickly put his ear on the door and listened carefully for a while, but still couldn't hear the voice of the boy.

"How strange, it's so strange, there's a sound just now, and it's impossible to hear it out of the way." Mu Xiaowu stared at the gate for a while, and then held the lantern and shone it into the corridor. Seeing that there was no one coming, he put the lantern on the ground, took a slender silver hairpin from his head, inserted it into the lock core and gently fiddled with it a few times.

With a "click", the lock opened. Mu Xiaowu showed a proud look on his face, "Fortunately, his skills have not been lost yet."

After saying that, she took off the lock, gently pushed open the yard door, walked over the threshold and walked in, and closed the door again.

The water in the courtyard is loud, and the rainwater from the slope on the inner slope of the roof pours into the patio from all sides, like water curtains on all sides, which is commonly known as "Si Water Returning Hall."

Mu Xiaowu waved the lantern in his hand forward and found that the room facing her was the largest, which should be the main hall. A plaque was hung above the house, and the slabs were also carved with exquisite patterns, but the words engraved on it were incomplete, so she could not recognize what it was. The strangest thing was that the room was actually locked, and it was also a brand new brass lock, exactly the same as the one on the courtyard gate.

Since it is exactly the same, it can be "made in the same way". Mu Xiaowu walked over in the rain in the patio and once again pulled out the silver hairpin from his head.

"rustle......"

As the silver hairpin was inserted into the lock core, a very light sound suddenly came from behind her. Mu Xiaowu's heart shrank suddenly and he quickly turned around and looked back, "Who?"

The yard was empty, and except for the water curtains on all sides, there was only a mountain dove parked above the yard gate. When he heard Mu Xiaowu's voice, it was also startled and flew back into the vast night with its wings.

"It's a bird."

Mu Xiaowu's hanging heart was slightly lowered, so she focused her attention on the brass lock in her hand. She turned the silver hairpin with a familiarity, opened the door lock with a "click", pushed forward and opened the door.

A decadent breath came to my face, mixed with a grey smoke and dust, causing Mu Xiaowu to sneeze several times.

"How long has it been since the house been cleaned?" She waved her hand in front of her nose a few times before she shook the lantern inside, trying to see what was in the room. However, when she saw clearly the thing in front of her, she was shocked and her arms were frozen in the position of being held in a lifting position.

There was a black urn in the middle of the room, one and a half people tall, two narrow and wide in the middle. The urn is very ordinary, and there is nothing special except that a large hole is broken at the mouth of the urn. But the strange thing is that such an ordinary urn is guarded by two doors and two locks.

Even though he was full of doubts, Mu Xiaowu still walked into the house and came to the water jar, staring at the dark jar.

For a moment, she almost thought she would see a young man holding a book hiding in the jar, but this idea was quickly broken by herself: there was no light in such a black water jar, so how could she read? Besides, although this water jar is more than half a person tall, it is narrow at the top and at the bottom. Even if a person can sit in, he has to bend over and hunch his back. That posture must be very uncomfortable.

Mu Xiaowu bent down and put his head closer, but the jar was pitch black and he could not see anything. So she had to put the lantern up...

Something seemed to flash at the bottom of the urn. What was it under the light of the fire?

She put the lantern downwards and almost stuffed it into the mouth of the urn...

"Sister, what are you doing here? People are not allowed to come in here. If you are discovered by your grandfather, you will be kicked out."

A crisp and tender voice came from behind. Although it was mixed with the sound of water, it floated clearly into Mu Xiaowu's ears, scaring her to jump up and even throwing the lantern in her hand out.

She turned her head and saw a small bright blue shadow standing at the door, taking advantage of the white water illuminated by the moonlight, which looked very beautiful.

"I..." Mu Xiaowu was exhausted for a moment. He was about to mobilize all his energy to tell a lie, but was interrupted.

"Sister, are you good to play with Jiayan? As long as you play with me, I will not tell my grandfather what happened tonight." The little boy walked through the patio and into the room. He looked at Mu Xiaowu with his head tilted, his eyes curled like two crescent moons, with warmth.

Mu Xiaowu stared at the little man in front of him and slowly leaned down: Jiayan was very thin, her sleeves and trousers were empty, her face was like white jade, without a trace of blood. However, his eyes were extremely bright, and his pupils were as bright as black paint, exactly the same as his mother Xiangzhen's.

Mu Xiaowu induced, "Jiayan, I just got lost and didn't break in on purpose. It's nothing strange if your Yan family is so big, so you can't find a way, right?"

Jiayan glanced at the copper lock on the ground and smiled tacitly at her, "Stop talking about sister, any new servants in the family will always get lost in the first half of the month. But let's leave quickly. If the night people find it out later, it will be troublesome to explain it."

***

After inserting the door lock, Mu Xiaowu turned around and looked at Jiayan who was standing behind him and helping to hold the lantern. His pale face was stained with a layer of warmth by the fire, and he looked much healthier.

"Why...a gulp of water jar is placed in this room?" she asked.

Jiayan lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that someone would hear it, "Who knows? Sister, I tell you that there are so many strange things in the Yan family. Even I can hear some slandering words from time to time."

"What?" Mu Xiaowu also lowered his voice after him.

Jiayan swallowed, "Sometimes I hear others' discussions that the reason why our Yan family became prosperous is because a golden Buddha is offered under the house. It is said that this Buddha was Pathpa, the national teacher of Kublai Khan, who collected a thousand kilograms of gold and was personally designed and carved from China with a white camel."

Mu Xiaowu laughed out loud, "I have only seen the golden Buddha before when I heard them talking nonsense. It was offered to the imperial temple in Shengjing City. The imperial temple is a royal property, so how can it be buried under your home?"

Jiayan also laughed at her, and then fell down again, "But some people say that the first money we made from the Yan family was not innocent was because of blood."

Mu Xiaowu was holding his hand and walking forward. When he heard him speak seriously, he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

"The Yan family started to make a fortune from my great-great-great-grandfather's generation, but he was a liar who was too poor to be poor at that time. How could he accumulate money?"

"so what?"

"He became a robber, robbed the raid, cut off a lot of his head, and then accumulated so much money." After saying that, Jiayan took a breath, as if he was scared by his own words.
Chapter completed!