By decree and pro

Chapter 81

The afternoon sun was just right, and Yan was sitting on the table, writing the tenth letter home to the emperor's brother.

The first eight letters were all written by him on his way to Xiliang, and what he told Brother Huang was nothing more than the scenery along the way, the interesting things he encountered, as for other things, such as encountering sand bandits, falling into quicksand pits and other dangers, He never said anything.

Report the good news and not the bad news to the emperor brother, so that he won't get worried and sleep unsteadily.

The ninth letter from the family was sent out yesterday, and it didn't mention the Wuque pattern. In the tenth letter written now, Yan intends to include the organ trap he saw in the ancient tomb of Linze, as well as the Wuque clan pattern. Tell the emperor to know.

As he was writing, Yan suddenly realized that it was actually a terrifying scene. He was trapped underground with no way out, and there were traps everywhere. Why didn't he feel hopeless in his heart?

Is it because Usman is by his side?Thinking about it carefully, Usman did occupy so much of his attention that he became indifferent to the fear around him.

"Yan~I have good news for you, the king is coming." Ilya hopped over, holding a pack of ghee that someone had stuffed for him in his hand, and the sweet milk scent could be smelled through the paper bag see.

"You always keep sugar in your hands, be careful not to damage your teeth." Yan said, "Let him wait outside first."

"I can't help it. I'm following you now, and someone stuffs me with delicious food every day. No, even the king rewards me with a bag of candies," Ilya said with a smile, "Is this my suffering? In the past, I wanted to see On the king's side, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

"You..." Yan put the brush on the Yuhu pen holder, "Do you want to..."

"No, no, no! I don't have any other thoughts about your majesty right now." Ilya waved his hand quickly, "Now all the concubines and prostitutes have been sent away, and I am no longer your majesty's person. Yan, don't you Eat my vinegar."

"Who told you this, I thought you wanted to go back and serve him." Yan smiled slightly, put away the letter to Brother Huang for now, and wrote it later.

"It's good to serve Your Majesty, but it's better to be with you." Ilya smiled cutely, "Although you always drive me to practice martial arts ferociously, I know you are doing it for my own good."

"It's good to know." Yan said, "Let's go."

When he came to the flower hall, Usman not only came, but also brought a bunch of gifts wrapped in brocade cloth.

"What is this?" Yan asked, pointing to the gifts that not only piled up the table, but also filled the stools.

"They're all gadgets, just to make you happy." Usman laughed.

"Why is there still a whip?" Yan saw a brand new whip on the table.

"This is a Western Region BMW. The horse couldn't be delivered to the room, so Yalta replaced it with a whip."

"Oh. I thought you wanted me to whip you up for fun." Yan picked up the whip and looked at Usman with a smile.

"Yanyan... I know you're still angry..." Usman whispered, "But you did kiss me..."

"Snapped!"

The horsewhip exploded a string of sparks in the air, Yan looked at him and said, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"No, you didn't kiss me, I dreamed about it." Usman immediately said seriously.

"Well. What are you doing here?" Yan sat down and continued to play with the horsewhip.

"I'm here with the key." Usman said, and took out a dull antique key from the gorgeous sleeve, but the gilt pattern could be seen.

The key is no more than the size of an adult's little finger, but it is different from common or round or iron keys. It is a long square shape with undulating tooth peaks and complex arrangement, with extremely advanced anti-theft technology.

"It's really exquisite. It's hard to imagine that it was a thousand years ago." Yan sighed again, "I really want to know what secret treasure it locks."

"Yanyan, don't you know if you open it and take a look?" Usman smiled and handed him the key.

"En!" Yan took the key and got up to go to the bedroom, and came out after a while, holding the whole black treasure box and pen and ink in his hand.

Elijah moved the presents into the bedroom to make room for them.

In the bedroom, Elijah secretly opened a gift box, which contained gold bracelets, rings, and jewelry buttons used to decorate clothes.

Elijah couldn't help but tut: "They're all good things, Your Majesty really spent a lot of money."

"Yanyan, what is this?" Usman saw Yan put down a roll of rice paper.

"I drew the picture of the sarcophagus, and the pattern of the witch and sparrow." Yan spread out the paper, it was a very realistic copy, the coffin in the ancient tomb, the night

Pearls and other things are all drawn.

"Wow! You are amazing!" Usman looked at the picture and praised, "It's really immersive."

"And after we opened the coffin, I also drew a map of the location of the treasure box." Yan said, "I will also find a way to record this key, and if we fail to crack these secrets, we can leave them to future generations. "

"You are really thoughtful." Usman nodded again and again, "For the people of Xiliang or Dayan, this is an inestimable wealth."

"Yeah." Yan looked carefully at the keyhole in the shape of "Hui" on the treasure box and said, "I'll try to open the lock."

"it is good."

Ilya also came out of the bedroom to watch the excitement, and he was also very curious.

At this moment, Shen Fangyu came back, and he went to train Dayan's elite soldiers, which was what he did every day.

"You should take a look too." Yan invited him, "This is a moment to witness history."

"I obey you." Shen Fangyu clasped his fists in salute, and stood behind Yan.

Yan held his breath, and carefully pinched the end of the key with his thumb, index finger and middle finger. There was very little place to hold the end of the lock, and he could barely hold it with his fingertips.

Usman also unconsciously held his breath, watching Yan slowly push the key in, when everything seemed to be going well, Yan suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" Usman raised his head and asked.

"It's a little stuck, I have to twist it hard." Yan's nose was sweating, "But my fingertips are a little slippery."

"Don't let go easily." Usman said while holding Yan's hand, "I'll do it."

"Yeah." Yan nodded, he felt the strength of Usman's hand, like a wrench, turning steadily bit by bit, driving his hand to twist to the right.

"Crack."

The sound of the metal buckle bouncing was as inaudible as a silver needle falling to the ground, but to Yan's ears, the sound made my heart beat violently!Delighted!

"Open it!" The black jade treasure box that was originally tightly stitched showed a white gap in the middle, like a black fish suddenly opened its eyes, looking at the excited or curious people.

"Yanyan, don't move yet." Usman said, "The trap inside hasn't been removed yet."

"Yes!" Yan nodded immediately.

Usman touched the gap with his left hand, and slowly lifted the lid of the treasure box, revealing all the devices of the back lock.

"See? That thin 'iron tongue' of cicada wings is holding a golden ink cartridge." Usman pointed at the cylindrical translucent object.

"What is that made of?" Yan asked.

"Ice glaze. Even in Xiliang, where jewels are everywhere, ice glaze is extremely rare. It is very transparent and thin, and it can hardly bear the load, but the things it holds, no matter what it is, can last for thousands of years."

"There is such a mysterious thing in this world." Yan clicked his tongue in amazement, and even Shen Fangyu was fascinated.

"If our key is wrong, the 'tongue' will be destroyed as soon as it is inserted, and the ice glass will shatter as soon as it is stressed." Usman said, "This ancient scroll will also be soaked in ink and completely destroyed."

After the treasure box was opened, inside was an ancient scroll made of Huohuancloth, with a line of writing on it embroidered with gold thread. At first glance, it looked like a painting scroll with flying golden ribbons.

Yan really wanted to take it out immediately and unfold it on the table to read, but he was afraid that the movement would break the ice glass too much.

"I'll take it apart." Usman's lavender sleeves were gorgeous, with a gold pin clipped on them.One end of the needle is a ruby, and the other end is buttoned on the sleeve, which is a kind of ornament of the Xiliang royal family.

Usman took off the pin, and carefully removed the mechanism of the gold ink cartridge bit by bit with the pointed end.

Yan's sweaty forehead was almost touching Usman's, and he reminded him from time to time, "Slow down."

"En." Usman responded softly, and saw the pin flip out slightly, and the entire mechanism of the ink cartridge was removed.

Yan held it firmly with his palm, but when he moved the thumbnail-sized ink cartridge to the table, the ice glass unexpectedly shattered.

A pungent smell rose up along with a wisp of green smoke.

"--Be careful!"

Both Usman and Shen Fangyu stood in front of Yan at the same time, and as a result, their heads bumped together with a "Boom!"

The pain was so painful that gold stars appeared in front of both of them!

"What are you doing?" Even the cowardly Ilya hugged Yan and threw him to the ground.

The black smoke and stench dissipated quickly, but Yan was not only knocked off the stool by Usman and Shen Fangyu, but also crushed to the ground by Ilya.Thanks to the thick carpet on the floor, otherwise he would have a big bump on the back of his head.

"Yanyan, are you okay?" Usman rubbed his right forehead and asked.

"Get out of the way, Ilya." Yan pushed Ilya away, got up from the ground with a black face, "Your reaction is too big, and there is no gunpowder, so it will not explode at all."

"Hmm..." Shen Fangyu had a red patch on his left forehead, he looked at the table and said, "It's Bone Transformation Water."

"What?" Yan was surprised.

"In Xiliang, this kind of thing is called green vitriol." Usman said, "I thought it contained ordinary coloring ink to cover the content of the scroll, but I didn't expect it to be green vitriol that can corrode everything. .”

"Probably the secret relationship is recorded on it with a golden thread. Ordinary ink can dye the golden thread without damaging it, but only the bone water can dissolve it." Shen Fangyu thought for a while, and wondered, "If the owner of this scroll originally intended not to let others When you saw it, you even set up a destruction mechanism, so why keep it here? Wouldn’t it be better to destroy it in advance.”

"This scroll is probably left by the owner of the tomb for someone, someone who holds the key." Usman said.

"By the way, how did you have the key?" Yan thought of something and asked Usman, "From your father?"

"No, it was given to me by the priests' tower." Usman said lightly, "I guess they just treat it as antiques and give it to me casually."

"So that's the case. Anyway, let's open it first and take a look." The mechanism was removed, Yan reached into the treasure box and gently pinched the two ends of the scroll, "That's right."

"Ok?"

"If there is any movement in a while, please take care of yourselves." Yan Du wanted to roll his eyes, "I should be the best in terms of martial arts here, right?"

"Hmm..." Usman showed a embarrassed expression, "That was my instinctive reaction."

"Your Highness, the humble job is to..."

"Yan, I'm not..."

"I'll take it." Before they could say anything, Yan had already taken out the scroll.

Gently, it doesn't weigh much in the hand, and there is a dried flower under the treasure box, which is similar to the dried flower of the Wuque clan's tire pattern - Manshusha

China.

"Through the flowers of the underworld." Usman said in a deep voice.

Everyone didn't touch the weak dried flower, but waited to see the scroll in Yan's hand.

Yan carefully unfolded the scroll, placed it on the table, and pressed it down with a paperweight.The scroll is neither big nor long, and there are three paragraphs of text embroidered on it, like poetry.

"What does it say?" Yan asked Usman.

"This is a long-lost ancient script in Xiliang," Usman looked closer. "For example, this character is a male 'he', and here is a word for 'say'."

"Then what? What did he say? Usman, don't be a fool!" Yan grabbed Usman's sleeve and urged, "Say it quickly."

"This king can only understand a 'he said'," Usman smiled helplessly, "These words are too old, so old that I haven't even learned much..."

"Usman!" Yan was furious, "If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand, okay?"

"But I can find it out. There are some rubbings of ancient books in the priest's tower... It should be possible to compare the original text."

"Wait a while." Yan quickly spread out the ink on the inkstone, let Ilya grind the ink, and he would copy the words on it.

"There are not many words on it, I will copy it for you, you can go to the Priest Tower and ask now."

"Are you in such a hurry? There will be your welcome banquet tonight..." Usman still wanted to accompany Yan.

"I heard from Ilya in the morning that the cleansing banquet will be held for seven consecutive days. How did you come up with it?" Yan couldn't help but lectured, "It's too extravagant, and we can't do it again tomorrow."

"Yan, then... okay." Usman nodded, "I will cancel tomorrow's banquet."

"Yeah." Yan said, writing non-stop, "Okay, I've copied it."

"It's too fast." Ilya shouted, "and copied it exactly! Yan, you are too good!"

"In terms of copying skills, Shen Fangyu is still the best, he..." Yan stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.