Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The sunlight slowly lengthens the shadows in the small Xuan window.

Cong Ye ran his hand across Daji's fur in his arms and stood up: "Let's go backstage first. The show is about to end."

"Ah."

Kunlun Daji stretched out and jumped into Cong Ye's arms.

Cong Ye hugged Daji and walked through the long corridor. The boy guarding the door in the background saw him coming and pushed the door open in advance.

Cong Ye walked into the backstage with his feet. As soon as his hand loosened, Daji landed lightly and jumped onto the Eight Immortals table.

As soon as Cong Ye sat down, there was a movement outside the door.

"Can't go in!"

"who are you?"

"There is no place that is off-limits to capture the prisoner!"

Several voices were mixed together, making it noisy.

Cong also frowned.

No one was allowed to enter the backstage area except Er Erhong and the people who passed by him. People outside the door had to force their way in.

Squeak.

There was the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Through the white bead curtain, Cong Ye's eyes collided with Zhang Qishan's.

Zhang Qishan was dressed in a straight military uniform, with a cold and calm expression on his face. The moment he looked at Cong Ye, the surprise in his sharp black eyes disappeared fleetingly.

Cong Ye's eyes flashed across his face, turned around on the four gun-wielding soldiers following him, and returned to Zhang Qishan's face.

He stood up with a small smile on his lips: "I wonder who the prisoner the military master wants to arrest is?"

Zhang Qishan was helpless by his call as a military master. He gently rubbed his hand with black leather gloves and looked at him:

"I watched helplessly as the criminal I was arresting entered the opera house. I'm sorry if there's any offense, but catching the criminal is really important."

Cong Ye was heartbroken and his pupils turned slightly.

There is no need for Zhang Qishan to lie.

He was new here, and it would do him no good to offend the Hong family.

unless……

The prisoner is really from the Red Mansion.

The figure of the man in black with tattoos that night appeared in Cong Ye's mind again.

"I was already here before you came in, and I didn't see the prisoner."

Cong Ye looked at Zhang Qishan seriously, without any concealment in his eyes.

Zhang Qishan looked at him silently for a long time before finally speaking: "This is a serious matter and I must search."

He didn't want to be in trouble with Cong Ye.

It's just that he saw Yan Sanxing escape into the Liyuan with his own eyes, and no matter what, he would not let the other party escape from him again.

Zhang Qishan walked towards the treasure cabinet. He slowly took off his black leather gloves, threw them into the hands of the soldiers behind him, and reached for the hanging ears on the treasure cabinet.

The soldiers clenched their rifles, their throats rolling, and their eyes fixed on the cabinet door like searchlights.

Zhang Qishan's hand stopped when it was just a millimeter away from the hanging ear.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his wrist was grasped by a hand that he had praised for its beauty not long ago.

Zhang Qishan's eyes slowly climbed along this hand, and finally stopped at the face of the owner of this hand, Cong Ye.

"What does it mean?"

Zhang Qishan was not angry. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes shone with interest.

He thought he had indeed underestimated the boy in front of him.

Although he is only 14 years old, he is not inferior to him in terms of strength or speed.

"This cabinet contains Master's most cherished head and face. It cannot be opened at will."

Cong is also standing here. Doesn't he know if anyone has come in?

Whether Zhang Qishan believes it or not is Zhang Qishan's business.

Whether he gives in or not is his business.

"I can afford it."

Zhang Qishan used clever strength to break free from Cong Ye's restraints with his wrists, and forcefully pulled on the ear-mounted earrings.

"..."

Cong Ye's frowned eyebrows were filled with impatience, and he used his fingers to push back the cabinet door that had opened a gap.

Zhang Qishan looked at him, and he stared at Zhang Qishan intently.

The two were at a stalemate.

"The adjutant of Changsha's garrison came to my little pear garden in Hongfu, and February Hong was welcomed far away."

Er Erhong's voice came from outside the door.

The bead curtain was lifted up by his white hands, and the small jade beads made a crisp impact sound.

"master."

Cong also let go of his hand and walked to Er Erhong's side.

Er Erhong patted his shoulder and glanced back and forth from top to bottom. The anger in her heart calmed down when she didn't see that he was injured.

Zhang Qishan opened the cabinet door and found a series of precious and exquisite heads and faces neatly placed inside.

"I offended you today, Master Hong. As the defense adjutant of Changsha City, it is my duty to protect the safety of the people of Changsha."

"The prisoner entered the opera house. I was worried about everyone's safety, so I barged in rudely. I will visit you another day to apologize."

Zhang Qishan turned around, slowly put on his gloves, and his eyes fell on Er Erhong.

There was a smile on Er Erhong's lips, but there was no smile in her eyes: "No need, if the adjutant doesn't come to my pear garden in the future, this is the best thank you gift."

This is quite rude to say.

It can be called ugly.

Cong Ye raised his eyes to look at Zhang Qishan's face in front of him.

Unexpectedly, he happened to catch Zhang Qishan looking at him.

Zhang Qishan smiled at him, as if nothing happened today.

"I'm really sorry, but Cong and I are old friends. We made a little joke between friends. I'm sure Cong won't be angry, right?"

His smile was really bright and dazzling.

Cong Ye snorted and said nothing, looking away with shame.

Zhang Qishan raised his eyebrows and cupped his hands towards Er Erhong, but his eyes still fell on Cong Ye: "Visit another day."

After saying that, he strode towards the door.

The four soldiers behind him followed closely.

Er Erhong recalled Zhang Qishan's words just now, walked to the bronze mirror and sat down. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and began to remove her makeup, and asked casually:

"You know him?"

Daji, who had been standing on the table, admiring her beauty through the tea in the cup, moved her head and looked at Cong Ye, a pair of green pupils flashing with gloating.

Cong didn't know what Er Erhong was angry with.

He answered truthfully: "I met him when he first arrived in Changsha City. I invited him to eat some pastries, and we got to know each other as soon as we went back and forth."

February is red-faced and warm-hearted.

He looks gentle and polite, but in fact, there are very few people and things that he cares about.

Cong also counts as one.

But Er Erhong didn't even know when he met Zhang Qishan.

Er Erhong felt as if something had pricked her heart.

"From now on..." Stay away from Zhang Qishan.

The words were not spoken.

Cong Ye looked at Er Erhong in confusion: "What?"

Er Erhong paused for a moment and swallowed her unsaid words, "It's nothing."

Cong is also 14 years old, which is when a young man’s heart is at its strongest.

Making friends is normal behavior for him.

He couldn't control Cong Ye so arbitrarily.

Otherwise, what's the difference between him and his father.