The man stretched out his hand and pushed open the gate of the Golden Tower.

The small tower gate is less than a palm-sized size and has not been opened since it was sealed four years ago.

Everyone present thought that he would open the tower directly.

Is this, to "inspection"?

Lan Ling didn't care about those things. He collected 100,000 taels, and the tower was not his. Of course, it would be okay for the people who bought the tower to do whatever they wanted.

Under the gaze of everyone, the man took out a brocade box from the tower and opened it without caring about it.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at it. In the brocade box and on the yellow satin, there was indeed a white head.

Murong Mingzhu, including him, held his breath.

This is the only thing that existed in the late emperor.

The man's eyes were cold, he held the brocade box with one hand, and took the fire note with the other hand, and wiped it gently, sparks appeared from the fire note.

"What kind of uncle he wants to be! He burned his father's head!" Ye Jinghao really couldn't calm down this time.

Not only Ye Jinghao, but even Murong Mingzhu and Lan Ling were shocked for a moment.

The man held the fire note and lit the head in the brocade box without hesitation.

The fire broke out quickly.

In the fire, the mask on the man's face became more ferocious, and his eyes were biting cold.

The head was only a strand and it was quickly burned to ashes.

The man fell down the brocade box and the ashes fell all over the ground. The head of the late emperor seemed to be worse than a handful of ashes in his eyes.

After doing this, he threw down the brocade box and laughed to the sky.

The laughter is filled with indignation and joy, which is even happier than killing an enemy with his hand.

The man turned around and walked down the platform while laughing.

His behavior just now was really unexpected, but even more unexpectedly, he stopped again, turned around and swung his palm.

With a "boom", the exquisite golden tower was broken and broken.

The man sneered, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

"..." Ye Jinghao sat down dejectedly, a little shocked, but more of a sense of confusion.

His father's golden pagoda suddenly appeared here and was bought again. Now his head turned into ashes and his tower was destroyed. All of this was born in front of him.

Ye Zhilan didn't go to the stands throughout the whole time, and drank tea and snacks on his own. It seemed that everything he had on the stage had nothing to do with him.

Murong Mingzhu fell into silence. If she just felt that the figure was familiar, she felt that the voice was more familiar when the person smiled.

She must know that person!

Ye Jinghao was the emperor after all, and after a brief loss of consciousness, he quickly calmed down. Four years ago, his father passed away. He was still young at that time, but he was not favored by his father. However, the emperor's uncle was nice to him and he did not suffer much grievances. However, he once heard his mother talk about some old past events. His father was not good to the emperor, and he forced Princess Jin'an to marry. He heard that the emperor's uncle's mother died.

It has something to do with the father...

Today, the emperor’s uncle was unwilling to buy the golden tower back, and it was reasonable to see that the golden tower was destroyed.

He didn't have a deep affection for his father, but he just had to worry about the filial piety he deserved, but now that the tower is destroyed, it will be destroyed. What else can he do?

Thinking of this, Ye Jinghao was also excited and no longer worried about this matter.

Soon, the second thing was brought up.

The thing is very small, and it is placed in a tray with a red cloth on it.

Lan Ling's peacock fan in her hand covered half of her face and smiled sweetly, "The second item is so good for you to take a closer look."

As he said that, he lifted the red cloth.

On the tray, a double-headed phoenix hairpin was quietly placed.

The phoenix hairpin is golden and blue, the two phoenixes spread their wings in an interlaced manner, and two strings of pearl tassels are held in the mouth. The long tassels are placed on the tray, and the royal blue phoenix is ​​dazzling.

"This, this is not." Ye Jinghao was stunned again.

What happened today? One or two items, all from the palace.

Murong Mingzhu also glanced at the phoenix hairpin, especially attracted by the royal blue phoenix.

Most hairpins are gold, silver, pearls and gems. These two phoenixes are indeed royal blue... Could it be that they are dotted with green? Lan Ling smiled shyly and timidly, and her eyes flew away, "This is worn by the empress dowager who was promoted to the queen back then. It is a treasure ornament that has been passed down for nearly a hundred years by the empress. It is preserved by the queen and passed down from generation to generation. This blue is not ordinary blue, but is repeatedly brushed, burned, and repeated.

I’m not a dice to produce this best piece, I hope you understand.”

Not Diancui...

Murong Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. She always felt that Diancui's craft was too cruel. She wanted to pull off the feathers from the kingfisher and stick them on the decoration. Although the final decoration was blue, the kingfisher would die.

Ye Jinghao whispered to Ye Zhilan, "Uncle, this phoenix hairpin really seems to be the Queen Mother's one..."

Because this phoenix hairpin was indeed preserved by the queen for generations, when he ascended the throne, the empress dowager left the palace to guard the tomb, and this phoenix hairpin must have been taken away by the empress dowager.

but……

Even the golden pagoda can be stolen, and a mere phoenix hairpin seems nothing.

"It's true," Ye Zhilan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled faintly, "My mother also wore it back then."

After hearing this, Murong Mingzhu nodded in her heart. Ye Zhilan should not be allowed to buy this phoenix hairpin, after all... his mother's old thing.

"Lan Bao's two phoenix hairpins start at 10,000 taels!" Lan Ling had already shouted for a price.

Ye Zhilan glanced at Murong Mingzhu, "Do you like it?"

"Me?" Murong Mingzhu was stunned, "What does it have to do with me?"

"If you like it, I'll buy it and give it to you."

"..." Murong Mingzhu looked at Ye Zhilan in a daze. After a moment, she opened her eyes and said, "It's useless for you to give me away. The princess is qualified to wear the twin phoenix hairpins. I can only save them and play with them when I take them back."

"Buy it for you, of course I hope you can wear it one day, and I also guarantee that you can wear it one day." Ye Zhilan smiled slowly.

But Murong Mingzhu didn't appreciate it, "No, I won't wear it!"

Ye Jinghao watched them go back and forth, and wanted to complain to his uncle again.

Is there anyone like Murong Mingzhu? It's so ungrateful!

"...30,000 taels," Lan Ling asked with a smile, "Is there any additional 30,000 taels?"

Ye Zhilan glanced at Liu Yue.

Liu Yue understood it, lifted the corner of the pearl curtain and said softly: "My young master bids 30,000 taels."

Murong Mingzhu rolled her eyes and was stingy. She had tens of thousands of taels of things, and he added one or one ounce.

"Thirty thousand and one...Okay, only 30,000. That young man offered 30,000 taels. Is there any higher than 30,000 taels?...Oh, this old man paid 35,000 taels."
Chapter completed!