萌白酱金丝旗袍在线

Chapter 293: 135 Lapis Lazuli (First Update)_3

Lin Feng was shocked, “Why would she do that?”

He couldn’t keep up with Master Xiao’s train of thought.

“So I’m asking you to investigate everyone around her, don’t let a single one go.”

Lin Feng frowned, turned around, and hurriedly left.

The night was cool and calm, with the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window tranquil.

Ran Tengxiao turned around.

Behind the golden phoebe wood desk, there was a large curio shelf filled with various antiques.

He walked up to the curio shelf, and on a level shelf that was aligned with his eyesight, there was a piece of jadeite cabbage, with a rich and clear green color and a high value.

Ran Tengxiao held the jadeite cabbage in both hands, turned it three times to the left, and three times to the right. After a series of mechanical clicks, a magical scene happened.

The antique shelf split in the middle and slowly moved to both sides, revealing an iron door.

There are only three chances to input, and two have been used. If the last one is entered incorrectly, the entire Ran’s Mansion will be leveled in an instant.

Their father once tried to dig a tunnel, but the underground wall seams were filled with mercury, imitating the design of the tomb of the First Emperor, making it even more impossible.

As for the craftsmen who designed the secret room back then, they were all killed by Ran Bowen to cover up the truth.

Ran Bowen’s caution and ruthlessness could be seen from this.

“Oh, honored ancestor, what secrets are hidden in this secret room of yours?

— Brother Qu, Ming Jing has gone to sleep. Don’t worry.

After sending the WeChat message, Ming Chen was about to switch to Weibo and prepare to cheer for Brother Qu on the super-topic when his phone was suddenly snatched away. Ming Chen got up from the bed, “Ming Ti, give me back my phone.”

Ming Ti said coldly, “Go to sleep.”

Ming Chen pouted, “You… hmph, I’m ignoring you. I’m going to sleep with

Ming Jing.”

He was about to get out of bed with his pillow but before he reached the door, a cold voice came from behind, “Little Five already sleeps in his own room, are you worse than Little Five?”

Ming Chen paused for a moment, then snorted, “I’ll sleep with Little Five.” He opened the door and ran away as soon as he finished.

Ming Ti sighed, as he was getting more and more troublesome every day.

Ming Jing came out of the shower, wrapped in a soft bathrobe, and sat in front of the dressing table.

A figure was reflected in the mirror.

Ming Jing raised her hand and touched her scalp, which was a bit prickly.

New hair had grown out.

When the hair had just grown out, it really didn’t look good.

But the person in the mirror had a petite face with delicate features, a high, straight nose, fair skin, and deep, dark pupils. There was an androgynous beauty to her.

Even when bald, her extraordinary beauty and ethereal temperament were hard to conceal.

Ming Jing’s fingers brushed over the bottles and jars on the table and picked up a bottle of toner, poured it into her hand, and patted it on her face.

Silently, a dark shadow flipped in through the window.

“My little darling, it’s been a few days since we’ve seen each other, did you miss me?” The person walked behind Ming Jing and hooked her finger under her chin, their tone frivolous and flirtatious.

In the mirror, the newcomer was dressed in black, which wrapped around her slim, graceful body. Her curves were full and prominent.

Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her delicate and gorgeous features. With every turn of her eyes and raise of her eyebrows, she exuded a thousand kinds of charm, seductive and enchanting.

Ming Jing brushed away her hand and walked to the desk, picked up an English book, sat down, and started reading.

“Hey, don’t you care about me at all?” Zheng Qing snatched the English book from Ming Jing’s hand, looked at the cover, and frowned subconsciously.

“Count of Monte Cristo? Why are you reading this? I can’t even understand the Chinese version, and you’re reading the English version.” Ming Jing looked up at her.

The dark, silent pupils were like two bottomless pools.

Zheng Qing shuddered and stuffed the book back into her hand, “I have something to tell you. Seriously.”

“Qu Feitai… He’s the young master of the Qus in Jingdu, do you know that?” Zheng Qing observed Ming Jing’s expression.

The girl’s thick, long eyelashes hung down, her eyes calm and gentle.

With a nod, Ming Jing confirmed.

Zheng Qing’s voice became sharp, “You know?”

Zheng Qing realized that she had overreacted, coughed, and said incredulously, “When did you find out?”

“Just now.”

Zheng Qing was choked, muttering, “Can you give me some reaction, I have no sense of accomplishment at all..”