Chapter 485: meet (1)
At present, not only the high-level officials of the seven major families have been dispatched, but the three major empires have also been alerted, and even the Great Emperor Fengli has come. It can be seen that this should not be Leng Lingshuang's original intention.
Although Chi Moran and Leng Lingshuang have a bad relationship, they have been together for many years, and nodded: "She should have just sent a message to the Chi family, but she was deliberately leaked, and now they all use her divination predictions as an excuse to come to the sea area. ."
Leng Lingshuang at this time probably didn't think that she had already caused trouble.
"The small tower can't fall into the hands of the Leng family and the Xie family, and neither can the woman." Yu Qingqian communicated with Gu Yan in the small tower, and said firmly to the two of them.
Feng Chen knew Yu Qingqian better, "Qianqian know what that small tower is?"
"Well, that small tower is actually the key to our mainland and the advanced mainland passage." Yu Qingqian told the two of the information about the small tower and the key that he got from Gu Yan.
"If nothing else, the forces behind the Leng family and the Xie family come from the high-level continent. If they get the key to the fusion of the small tower, the entire continent may be infiltrated and controlled by that force again."
Both Feng Chen and Chi Moran were stunned for a while. Obviously, they didn't expect the continent to hide such secrets. Does that mean that more than 30 years ago, this continent was infiltrated and controlled by a certain force in the high-level continent.
"In the evening, I tentatively asked my father, if it happened more than 30 years ago, then he must know some inside information." Feng Chen pondered.
Chi Moran also nodded: "Tomorrow, when the Chi family arrives, I will also go to find out the news."
A cognition had already been buried in the hearts of the two of them, no matter what, they had to get the little tower and let Yu Qingqian merge.
Of course, the two of them didn't ask Yu Qingqian how her little tower came to be, and how she got the news.
As night fell, a low-key animal car appeared at the gate of the city lord's mansion. Feng Chen pulled Yu Qingqian into the car.
"My father is a more easy-going person, you don't have to worry." Feng Chen hugged Yu Qingqian and kissed her forehead.
Yu Qingqian stretched out his hand to play with Feng Chen's hair, "I'm not worried, isn't this still you?"
Feng Chen's heart moved, and he gently touched her lips, "Well, I have everything."
After a cup of tea, the animal cart stopped at the gate of a courtyard, and Feng Chen pulled Yu Qingqian into it.
The courtyard looks inconspicuous from the outside, but the layout and furnishings inside are very elegant, with a low-key luxury.
"The old slave has seen His Royal Highness, Miss Yu." As soon as he entered the courtyard, a middle-aged man came over and saluted Feng Chen.
Feng Chen said lightly, "Where's your royal father?"
"Your Majesty is already waiting in the secret room. Please, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Miss Yu, come with the old slave."
Seeing Feng Chen nodded, the middle-aged man led the two of them down a rockery in the garden, passed through several corridors, and arrived at a secret room.
Yu Qingqian walked all the way and found that the corridors they passed through were all set up with organs. If it wasn't for someone to lead them, no one with the Spirit Emperor's cultivation would be able to break through.
The middle-aged man knocked on the door of the secret room rhythmically.
After a moment, the closed door opened automatically, and the middle-aged man made a gesture of invitation to Feng Chen and Yu Qingqian, and then consciously retreated.
Feng Chen led Yu Qingqian into the secret room, and the door closed spontaneously.
The secret room is inlaid with luminous pearls, the light is very good, and a refreshing fragrance lingers.
As soon as Yu Qingqian entered the secret room and looked up, he saw a man in an ink-colored brocade clothes standing with his hands behind his back, as if he was admiring a pair of ink paintings hanging on the wall.