Knowing that he couldn't speak, Aunt Qiu continued: "It took me many years to find a place where it was full of priceless antiques, calligraphy and paintings. If you can burn it with a fire, I will help you leave the Su family and make a comeback. Then, how do you want to deal with Lu Yanbin's concubine."

Hao Yun frowned.

He didn't know whether he should trust Aunt Qiu, but at the moment, the only person he could trust seemed to be her.

Looking up at Aunt Qiu, Hao Yun still had some doubts in his eyes.

Aunt Qiu said, "Now you have no choice but to trust me."

Hao Yun couldn't open his mouth, so he reached out and dipped it in the tea on the table and wrote: I was too hurt and couldn't get out at all.

Aunt Qiu smiled even deeper, "As long as you agree, I will make you heal as soon as possible."

Hao Yun was still hesitant: What are you talking about?

"The treasure pavilion of Mr. Lu."

Mr. Lu loves to collect and is even crazy about this. I am afraid that few people in the entire capital don’t know.

People like Hao Yun who never pay attention to the Lu family have heard of it.

There are many people who covet what Mr. Lu has in his hands, but there are only two types of people. One is a lover who truly understands collecting, and the other is a fan of money who is purely broken for money.

It was the first time Hao Yun encountered it for neither money nor collection. He had found a place to burn it. How much deep hatred does this have?

He was puzzled: Do you have a grudge against Mr. Lu?

Aunt Qiu reminded him, "You shouldn't ask, you'd better not ask."

This plausible answer made Hao Yun more convinced of his guess.

There must be a story between Aunt Qiu and Mr. Lu, otherwise she would not hate that person so much.

Burning that place is equivalent to killing the heart of Mr. Lu.

Hao Yun asked again: Since there is such a great hatred, why don’t you burn it yourself and let me, an outsider, intervene?

Aunt Qiu smiled: "Now you have no choice or way out except to do what I ask."

Hao Yun was speechless.

He is indeed at the end of his journey. At this time, no matter who it is, as long as he can see the hope of survival, he is willing to exchange everything.

Aunt Qiu looked at Hao Yun’s embarrassing appearance and thought of the treasure-censored pavilion of Mr. Lu.

The Empress Dowager has sent secret guards out to search for him over the years, but she turned the Lu family into a deep understanding of the sky without seeing a single antique calligraphy and painting.

The Empress Dowager turned her target to the outside again. Old Marquis Lu had been to places where he even went, but the secret guards did not let go, but they still found nothing.

It was just an accident to discover that Zangzhen Pavilion was under the charity house.

The Empress Dowager said at that time that she had never expected that Old Marquis Lu would place his treasure that he regarded as life as his life in a place where he parked the coffin of a dead man.

The reason why Aunt Qiu has not let the people below take action is not that she is afraid of being disrespectful to the dead, but... she dares not.

The surface of the place is a charity village, but in fact the Zangzhen Pavilion is located underground. However, an anti-theft mechanism is set up inside. You can enjoy it, but you can only appreciate it. Once the collection is moved or even attempts to burn it with fire, the entire underground secret room will be blown to flat ground in an instant.

In other words, anyone who dares to steal or has bad intentions must be prepared to die with the collection.

...

Hao Yun is already a useless chess game, so it is better to let him play his final role.

As long as the place is blown up, most of the knots of the empress dowager's heart for many years can be untied.

Hao Yun had no idea what Aunt Qiu was thinking in her heart, so he continued to write: Where?

Aunt Qiu replied: "The south of the city is Qiaojia Yizhuang."

Hao Yun was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that Old Marquis Lu would put his collection in that kind of place.

At the end of his eyes, Aunt Qiu glanced at Jade coming back from outside. She took off her previous expression and said to Hao Yun: "You recover from your injuries first. If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it some other day."

After Jade entered the door, he pursed his lips and said, "Auntie, the master will not ask the doctor for the family."

Aunt Qiu looked at the girl and thought she was really simple. She deliberately reminded Duke Su that he could still ask the doctor to hire a doctor in the house? I wish Hao Yun was almost in pain.

I thought to myself, but I looked anxious and panicked, "What should I do?"

Jade sighed, "Now it can only depend on the luck of his son-in-law. If he can survive these two days and wait for the wound to become scabbed, he will probably be able to survive it."

It was a whip that was full of skin and flesh, and a scald that was beyond recognition. He was hoarse in his throat just now. Even if he was hit by the iron bone, he could not hold on in the middle of the night.

Aunt Qiu said, "I remember that there are two boxes of golden sore medicine in Wutongyuan. You will come with me to get it and apply it to my son-in-law later."

After saying that, he told Jade again, "You have to hide this from the master, otherwise he will know that you servants who serve you will not think of any good results."

Jade nodded quickly, "I know, I will keep it secret.

.”

Aunt Qiu nodded with satisfaction and took the people back to Wutongyuan to get medicine.

Aunt Qiu's real name is Qiu Shuyue. She is the most capable female secret guard under Empress Dowager Renyi. In order to enhance her skills, the Empress Dowager sent her to the Western Regions to learn medicine, poison and hypnosis.

The golden sore medicine she mentioned was actually prepared by herself, and the wound medicine that can make Hao Yun heal as soon as possible is faster than the medicine given by ordinary doctors.

After taking the jade back, he carefully cleaned the wound on Hao Yun's back, and then sprinkled the powder.

During the whole process, Hao Yun didn't say a word.

At first, Jade thought it was a son-in-law who was tough and could withstand this pain.

Slowly, she realized that her son-in-law couldn't speak out.

Jade is a simple little girl. When she learned that her son-in-law was punished too hard by the master, she turned into a mute and could no longer speak. After serving Hao Yun back to the main house, she told Su Yu about this.

Finally, he sighed, "Miss, my son-in-law is so pitiful!"

When Su Yu heard this, his lips curled up with a sneer, "If he is pitiful, then there will be pitiful people everywhere in the world."

——

In half a month, Hao Yun's injuries were almost healed.

With the help of Aunt Qiu, he quietly left the Duke's Mansion and went to Qiaojia Yizhuang.

Following the instructions given by Aunt Qiu, he successfully opened the Zangzhen Pavilion under the charity village.

Seeing the carefully designed Duobao Pavilion and the dazzling collections on Duobao Pavilion, Hao Yun was stunned.

After living for more than twenty years, he has never seen so many treasures. Even if he doesn't know how to do it, he can tell that it is of great value from the delicate workmanship of bronze and jade and the exquisite and unique calligraphy and painting.

Just one of these things can ensure that he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Hao Yun glanced at the fire note in his hand and suddenly felt compassion.

It would be a pity if such valuable items were burned by a fire? It would be better to steal a few items and hide them first, and then burn the remaining fires that cannot be taken away.

He couldn't stay at the Su family anymore, so he had to pave a way out for himself. Aunt Qiu kept saying that he wanted to help him, but that woman was so vicious and scorpio-hearted. Who knows which words were true and which sentences were false?

After making up his mind, Hao Yun put the fire pie in his arms and began to rush around, wanting to see which one is the most valuable.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the three paintings on the east wall, with the inscriptions of Mr. Liu.

No matter how unaware they are, it is impossible for them to know Liu Ji of the Jin Dynasty.

The four most famous paintings written by Mr. Liu: Ten directions, a hundred inches of heart, a thousand feet of snow, and a thousand miles of spring.

Now there are three pictures hanging in front of you.

A painting that is boundless, a painting that is a hundred inches of heart, and the last painting that is thousands of miles of spring.

There are rumors that Mr. Liu's will before his death was to tell his descendants to protect these four paintings even if they were desperately trying to protect them. As for whether it was true or false, there were many different opinions from later generations, and there was no conclusive evidence.

Regardless of whether the rumors that the descendants of Liu's family are true or not, Mr. Liu's paintings can definitely crush any other paintings here.

Once these three paintings are published, they will definitely attract the attention of many people. Wouldn’t you be able to start the price at that time?

Hao Yun was ecstatic and looked down on others at all. He reached out to pick the three paintings hanging side by side.

As soon as he took down the first one, he heard the sound of the stone door of the secret room being closed heavily.

It was silent for a few moments, and a sudden huge explosion surfing threw him out and hit the wall.

Then he found that except for being unable to call for help, he could not even hear the most basic voice, and his eyes turned black one after another.

When he was blown to the point of blood and blood, he realized that he was deceived and realized that the only thought in Hao Yun's mind was: If there was still a next life, he would rather be a cowherd than bypass the imperial examination.

——

The explosion in Qiaojia Yizhuang was quite disturbed, and the patrol battalion was quickly alarmed.

When the patrol soldiers rushed over, they not only found broken limbs and broken arms that were blown to pieces, but also found many broken porcelain pieces and bronzes.

The patrol battalion quickly made this discovery of Emperor Guangxi.

"Crushed porcelain pieces, bronze ware?" Emperor Guangxi wondered, who was so bored to put that thing in the charity house?

The commander of the patrol battalion said: "I took a look at the basics and found that there were at least hundreds of items, but unfortunately they were all blown up, and nothing was left."

Hundreds of antiques.

Emperor Guangxi thought of a possibility. He stepped down the commander of the patrol battalion and quickly went to Shou'an Palace and asked the empress dowager, "Is it the Qiaojia Yizhuang in the south of the city that my mother was blown up by someone?"

The corners of the empress dowager's lips curled slightly, "No wonder the Ai family heard the movement, it turned out to be ruined."

"Mother Queen." Emperor Guangxi looked at the dignified woman sitting on the Arhat's bed, "It's time for you to let go of your heart."

She is actually the one who has been revenge for so many years, right?
Chapter completed!