Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

Jinnian nervously and excitedly took the incense from the fairy's hand. The incense looked particularly quiet in the sunlight, as if waiting for a grand bloom. At first, there was a faint flame at the top of the incense, but it was soon covered by gray ash.

He imitated the fairy's actions just now and carefully arranged the fireworks to be set off.

He put away a small and exquisite firework tube in his hand. The colorful wrapping paper sparkled in the sun, and it was obvious from its appearance that it was worth a lot of money.

Jinnian squatted down and carefully adjusted the position of the fireworks, ensuring that they could rush into the sky in the most beautiful posture, striving to make them as beautiful as the one the fairy had just set off.

The fairy took a few steps back, came to a safe place, and looked at Jinnian silently.

Jinnian felt the fairy's gaze and rubbed his hands, feeling a little nervous.

He took a deep breath and prepared to light the fireworks.

Jinnian blew gently on the incense, and the ash on the top was blown off, revealing the red core inside. The red core flickered like a dancing flame, and after a while, the edge was covered by the incense ash. He had to light the fireworks before the core was completely covered.

Jinnian aimed at the exposed fuse of the small firework, his hands trembling slightly. He squatted on the ground, staring at the fuse, and slowly moved the incense closer to the fuse.

"Be careful."

"There are steps in the back."

The fairy couldn't help but remind her.

Jinnian nodded slightly, stepped on the steps on the ground, took a step back, then bent down and stretched out his arms.

The moment the incense touches the fuse, sparks fly out instantly.

Jinnian's heart skipped a beat and he quickly retracted his hand, looking at the fuse nervously. Only when he saw sparks starting to come out of the fuse did he take a step back.

"Come here quickly!"

The fairy saw that the fuse was already sparking and quickly called for someone to come over.

Jinnian stood up without hesitation and trotted over. As he ran, he shook the incense in his hand to prevent it from going out.

When he ran to the fairy, he turned around and saw fireworks exploding in the air.

The sky was filled with flames, as beautiful as a dream. The pink fireworks bloomed in the air, like a lifelike peony, with layers of peony petals and bright colors, as if they were carefully painted by the best painters.

"It's so beautiful." Jinnian exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the fireworks in the sky.

The fairy was also attracted by the scene above her head, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

It was actually the first time for her to set off something so beautiful. All the previous fireworks just flew into the sky, made a loud bang and then were over. How could they be as beautiful as this?

No wonder Sanniang is so amazing that she can even find these things.

This peony firework is bigger and more beautiful than the previous one, and it lasts longer.

Red dots fell, and the light from the fireworks was very weak, appearing particularly soft on the two people's faces.

The fairy turned her head and raised her chin.

"Want to see anything else?"

Jinnian nodded, raised the incense with one hand, and used the other hand to block the wind and blow away the ashes on it. He handed over the incense that was also shining red.

A breeze gradually rose, blowing the loose hair on Jinnian's forehead.

The fairy looked at his face, inexplicably dazed. She lowered her eyes, took the incense that she had handed to him, and whispered.

"It would be nice if it always stayed like this............."

Seeing that she was distracted, Jinnian did not disturb her, but just squatted down and unpacked the other things for her.

After Jinnian finished arranging it, he called her softly. Only then did the fairy realize that she had been staring at the incense in a trance.

She watched Jinnian set up everything, and just when she was about to ask him to come, she saw the incense in her hand went out.

The fairy didn't say anything. As soon as Jinnian stood up, he noticed that she had extinguished the incense.

"It's destroyed......"

Jinnian raised his eyes and saw that the fairy lady didn't look happy. He took the incense from her hand and waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Fairy lady, the Eighth Master said that the incense has gone out. Maybe it's not the right time, or there is another meaning."

"Not the right time?"

"Yes, it's not the right time!"

Jinnian raised the incense and covered it with his other hand mysteriously: "Maybe the fairy didn't smile? Do you want to try?"

The fairy girl burst out laughing, and couldn't help laughing when she saw Jinnian making faces like Qi Tiezui.

"I asked someone to bring him back to life?"

The fairy looked at Jinnian's hand as it moved away. The tip of the incense was very bright, and the cloudy sky made the red color even more conspicuous. She was stunned for a moment, because she had really seen it go out just now.

"Right? It's not time yet!"

Jinnian blinked, and was poked on the shoulder by the fairy lady: "Don't give me that...are you going to do it or am I going to do it?"

"Of course it's the fairy lady who's here! You put it in a better way."

"They are all the same.............."

The sky was still overcast, but the outside was lit up by the fireworks, which were even more beautiful than those set off at night.

The two of them stayed together until a servant came and called them, saying that Huo Jinxi was looking for them, and then they left the pool.

..................

In a room with simple and elegant decoration but depressing atmosphere.

Tanaka Yoshiko's face was filled with anger, her eyes were wide open, and there was rage burning in them. Her made-up face was somewhat distorted by anger, and the resentment in her body was so thick that it was about to turn into substance.

"hateful!"

She slammed the table with a loud bang, causing the items on the table to tremble slightly.

"I'm furious!"

She roared again, her voice echoing in the room, filled with anger and unwillingness. She was so angry that her hands were shaking as she slammed the table.

The maid next to her lowered her head and looked submissive, but her body was trembling slightly. She knelt and slowly moved over.

She moved very carefully, fearing that she would anger Tanaka Yoshiko again.

The maid's face was pale and her eyes were full of fear. She didn't want to come, but everyone else had been transferred out, so she was the only one left to serve.

If she were given a choice, she would rather go out as a spy and fight outside than serve someone who is angry. But there is no way. If she doesn't come, Tanaka Yoshiko will think about it later and get even angrier.

The maid knelt down and moved to Tanaka Yoshiko's side, and gently persuaded her, "Lady Yoshiko, calm down."

Her voice was weak, trembling, and a little fearful.

"How can I calm down? How can I explain this to my husband?"

Tanaka Yoshiko roared loudly, her voice full of anxiety. She was more worried about her own value than being angry. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turned white, and her long nails dug deeply into her palms until white marks were left on them.

Her body was trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart, and as if she was also afraid.

She lowered her head and saw the maid kneeling beside her, acting as a decoration. The resentment in her eyes became even stronger. If she failed to complete the task, what difference would there be between her and this useless person?

Yoshiko Tanaka was unwilling to accept such a failure. Scenes of failure kept appearing in her mind. The anger in her heart grew stronger and stronger. She paced back and forth in a hurry.

The sound of high heels tapping on wooden boards echoed in the room, but to the maid, it was like a death alarm.

She was sold by her parents to an officer's subordinate, and was later picked out by Tanaka Yoshiko when she was selecting people. She originally thought that choosing another wise master would give her a good start, but she found that things were no different with Tanaka Yoshiko than before.

"It's all Zhang Qishan's fault! Why did he come here to join in the fun for no reason..." Tanaka Yoshiko said gritting her teeth, her eyes full of resentment. Her eyes flashed with anger, as if she wanted to cut Zhang Qishan and the others into pieces.

It's a pity that it can only be thought about. She still needs help from others and cannot touch these people.

Relying on the fact that it was her own house, Tanaka Yoshiko cursed for a long time. When she felt thirsty, she saw the teacup on the table and reached out to take it.

Unfortunately, as soon as she picked up the cup, she screamed in pain because of the burn.

"Hiss, how did you make the tea? It burned me to death!"

After being scalded, Tanaka Yoshiko threw the cup directly to the ground. The cup fell and shattered in an instant, making a crisp sound.

All the hot tea in the cup splashed out, most of it spilling on the maid.

The maid didn't move at all, not even daring to hide.

The scalding hot tea splashed onto her fair skin, immediately causing several red spots to appear on her exposed skin. They were densely spread on her arms, looking a bit creepy.

The maid's face showed no sign of pain, just like a wooden figure. However, she was not really a wooden figure, so how could she not feel pain? She just didn't dare to show it. The more pain she showed, the more excited Tanaka Yoshiko became. This was the first lesson she learned from Tanaka Yoshiko.

But what was even more unfortunate was that Tanaka Yoshiko was full of resentment and needed a place to vent it.

As she watched the maid's reaction, her anger grew even stronger. She felt that the maid's dullness was disrespectful to her, so she raised her foot and kicked the kneeling person hard.

"You're a loser! You can't even make a cup of tea!"

The maid was kicked to the ground, but she still didn't dare to make any sound and just endured it silently.

Tanaka Yoshiko viciously crushed the maid's hand with her foot, stepping on the hand with burns from tea. When she saw that she didn't say a word, she stepped on it even harder.

The maid was crawling on the ground, her other hand digging into the floor because of the pain. Her only means of resistance was to keep silent and not resist. As long as she kept silent and did not resist, it would be over soon...it would be over soon, very soon, very soon.

The maid lowered her head, her long hair hanging down as her body bent, sticking to her face, wet with sweat. Her whole body was like a blade of grass being trampled upon.