Travel back to modern times and become famous after doing a live broadcast for the ancients

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"Strange, is it an illusion? No, it shouldn't be an illusion."

Fuyouyou took inventory of her treasure box and found that she seemed to be missing something.

"System, there are a few items missing from my box."

After hearing this, the system looked at the pile of things and fell into deep thought. The system doesn't understand, how does the host figure it out? !

As a system, I didn't notice anything strange. Then the system was secretly happy: Could it be that the system has special abilities?

Hey! I didn't expect that the host I chose would be so powerful.

Happy…

happy…

pride…

The treasures in these boxes are almost overflowing, and the host has not finished looking through them, so she is sure that she is missing something.

For an ordinary person, with so many things in the box, it would be difficult to notice that there are two or three missing items.

It's a pity that Fu Youyou just doesn't know much, because she can feel that the gloomy, damp and cold air of these antiques has faded a little, which means someone must have taken something from them.

Fu Youyou thought about the reason why these boxes appeared here.

Could it be that Qin Mingluo took something from it?

This possibility is very high. After all, he used his own dowry to participate in the bidding. It was obvious that he regarded her dowry as his own.

Thinking of the 10 million points, Qin Mingluo stopped at more than 5 million points for a long time, and then bid again, and it became a full 10 million points.

If you think about it this way, the more than five million points later may be your dowry money. Then he paid nearly half of the money for making books, didn't he pay for it himself?

Fu Youyou wrinkled up into a bitter face, which was really disturbing.

"Host, please don't be sad first." The system didn't know how to comfort it, so it could only shift its gaze and said, "Look at the fabric next to it, it's quite pretty."

Fu Youyou looked up and saw the thick piles of fabric next to her.

This kind of extremely gorgeous fabric, like a peacock spreading its tail, really seems to be someone's style, and a smell of dust comes to your face.

"I don't need these fabrics, and I smell a bit of body odor, and my eyes don't think the fabrics are clean."

Fu's faint contempt seemed to overflow the screen.

The system wanted her to think differently: "Host, these pieces of fabric are quite nice."

There was an ice pick hidden in Fu Youyou's sneer, which almost frightened the system to the point of hiding: "The fabric looks gorgeous at first glance, and it is enough for that brothel girl to wear."

The system naturally knew who Fu Youyou was talking about, and asked innocently: "Host, are all these fine fabrics from that brothel girl?"

It was a little confused, did the brothel girl make money like this?

So, how much money does the madam make?

How much money does the big boss of a brothel make?

"Haha, such good fabric, even the brothel girl would have no money to buy it even if she thinks it's worth it."

When the brothel girl is taken back to the palace, how can she earn pocket money privately?

Where does she have the money to buy fabric? It could only be that Qin Ming was sent away.

"Eh, isn't that right?!"

Thinking of this, Fu Youyou figured out something was wrong. Qin Mingluo didn't understand Feng Qing, how could he be the kind of person who would spend all his money just to make a beauty smile.

Then it is even more unlikely that these fabrics were given away by Qin Ming.

And, as far as she knew.

Qin Mingluo's palace keeps giving him rewards, and he doesn't seem like a master who is short of money. It would be even more impossible to secretly take away one or two pieces of her dowry. Confiscation of the entire dowry would be more or less the same.

No, aren't all the items redeemed in this auction?

Thinking of the theft of her antique treasure and the extremely dusty fabric, Fu Youyou suddenly thought about the fireworks girl.

Could it be...

"Damn, it's not really what I think, is it?"