Quick Time Travel: The Loyal Dog and the Male God Contract Order

Chapter 136 The Queen's Loyal Dog General (35)
While thinking about it, Duan Jinming tied the rope to the pillar beside him, tied it tightly, and after pulling it a few times, after confirming that there was no problem, he looked at Fu Xin with calm eyes, and asked with a smile: "Are you afraid?" ?”

"I'm so scared to death." Fu Xin twitched the corners of her mouth and sighed with her hands on her forehead, "Climb the rope down? Alright, let's go all out."

Anyway, it seems that Duan Jinming has no problem after being pulled a lot, so he should be fine.

But in the next second, Duan Jinming directly hugged her waist and climbed down the rope.

"The last general shoulders the duty of escort, so you still can't be lazy."

Immediately afterwards, I heard him say: "In case you really fall, you can still have a backrest."

Fu Xin's eyelids twitched, as expected of Jing Che's little soul, even the words he said were the same.

The two continued to hold their breath, and they didn't feel much about the smell up there. Once it slowed down, the smell seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that they had to hold their breath hard until they rushed to the exit.

Fortunately, Duan Jinming said that his rope climbing skills were still very stable. Later, Fu Xin suddenly realized that he was climbing the rope with one hand, and immediately took the initiative to hug him tightly like an octopus, so that his hands could be concentrated on the rope.

With such a hug, Duan Jinming's heart beat fast. Of course, the movements of his hands did not slow down.

Such a process is long to say, but it actually took less than ten seconds to actually happen to Duan Jinming and Fu Xin.

The pungent smell was getting closer and closer, and Fu Xin accidentally didn't hold her breath, and she felt dizzy and chest tight in just a moment.

In fact, looking closer, the metal platform on the edge of the Mercury Pool is fairly wide, and as long as there is no accident, it will not fall off.

Duan Jinming let Fu Xin walk in front, and he was in the rear.

The two walked along the circular metal platform by the pool all the way to the door. During the period, Fu Xin almost fell down because of dizziness. Fortunately, Duan Jinming had good balance, and immediately pulled her back with his arms around her waist. After a fright, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Just when Duan Jinming pressed the door switch, the poison pool behind him suddenly heated up, the mercury evaporated, and the smell suddenly became stronger.

Duan Jinming and Fu Xin immediately got into another door and hurriedly closed the door.

It's safe now.

The two who held their breath for a minute or two breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, they came to the Mausoleum of Emperor Wu.

Compared with those coquettish and cheap gold, silver and jewelry items outside, the funerary objects here are obviously simple and unpretentious.

A sharp sword hangs on the wall.

"It was a sword made by Emperor Wu to celebrate his victory after he led his army to repel the foreign invaders from the northwest."

Fu Xin blushed: "You are quite suitable to be a tour guide."

"Tour guide?" Duan Jinming was a little confused.

Fu Xin casually explained: "It's just to take people on a tour."

Duan Jinming understood, and nodded: "That's really suitable, I will be your tour guide in the future."

Fu Xin: "." Why did you seem to have accidentally entered a strange topic?

Hey, chatting in front of the coffin, isn't it appropriate.

As soon as he thought about it, Duan Jinming went to worship his ancestors. Fu Xin didn't know how people in this dynasty worshiped their ancestors. He just stood by and took a look. Duan Jinming's expression was extremely devout.

She turned her head and saw the volumes of books on the ground, she couldn't help being curious, she didn't expect that the funeral objects of Emperor Wu had a smell of books.

Fu Xin couldn't help but walked towards the book, and saw a few words at the tip of her eyes: Prime Minister Wen Juan
smell?
This surname is so rare for her that she can only think of this person.

Seeing that Duan Jinming had finished worshiping his ancestors, Fu Xin said with a little surprise: "Is the surname Wen very common? Here it says Prime Minister Wen Juan. Well, to be honest, I've only seen Wen Feng when I grew up."

Duan Jinming's eyes darkened, and he couldn't speak as if his throat was suddenly blocked.

But he didn't want to hide it.

"That's Wen Feng's father, the last prime minister of the previous dynasty, Wen Jun."

(End of this chapter)