Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

The man named Uncle Yi hooked his glasses under the bridge of his nose, pressed his head slightly, looked up at her, looked her up and down, his eyes were like torches, as if he could tell what she was thinking at a glance.

"Oh, go."

There was a golden owl statue on the counter. He turned it slightly and saw a gap in the cabinet beside it.

Wen Qiao was a little surprised, and walked to the bookcase with Dong Yao, it turned out to be a dark room.

Entering the dark room is a long step, followed by a narrow corridor, around and around, an iron door appeared in front of him, Dong Yao stretched out his hand to open the door.

Wen Qiao couldn't help but let out a "wow" sound.

As if the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, this underground is actually unique.

Entering the eye is a huge hall, like an old-fashioned railway station in the Republic of China, directly opposite a huge ancient clock. When the two arrived, it was six o'clock in the evening, and the hour hand reached six—

'Clang...clang...' The heavy bell rang, echoing in the empty hall, Wen Qiao could feel the steps under his feet trembling slightly.

There were people coming and going in the hall, and there were all kinds of storefronts all around, selling everything, rare antiques, precious medicinal materials, many of which were things that Wen Qiao had never seen before.

The people here also look unremarkable, just ordinary people who won't let people take a second look when they walk on the road, no matter how they look or how they dress.

When the two of them just opened the door, almost everyone in the hall focused their attention on them. Entering through this door, it proved that they belonged to the Dong family. This underground market was founded by the Dong family. Look at the two of them again. It should be the young master and young lady of the Dong family.

Dong Yao led her downstairs, but those people were not particularly attentive.

Dong Yao walked through the crowd and went straight to a shop in the southwest corner with a relatively cold business.

There were two people chatting at the door, one was a young man, and the other was an old man with gray hair.

"Is it Grandpa Lin?" Dong Yao asked the gray-haired old man.

The old man looked back at him: "Who are you?"

"My grandfather is Dong Yifu."

The old man named Grandpa Lin immediately smiled: "Oh, it's Lao Dong's grandson, he's grown so big."

"Grandpa Lin, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

Dong Yao looked around, this grandpa Lin traveled from south to north, and with a clear glance, he said, "Go to the flower bed over there."

Wen Qiao and Dong Yao followed the old man to the flower bed. It was clean and no one was there.

Dong Yao said: "My grandfather said, you know a disease, that is, one person can't live without another person, right?"

Grandpa Lin looked him up and down, then looked at the little girl behind him: "What?"

"Dong Yao didn't intend to hide it, and pulled Wen Qiao to him:" She has such a disease. "

Grandpa Lin frowned slightly: "What exactly?"

Wen Qiao told the old man that he couldn't leave Fu Nanli for thirteen days, and the old man's face was a little solemn: "I have heard that my ancestors were the historians of the palace. Of course, it is impossible to record these in official history, but My ancestors kept this unofficial record. I read it. A concubine must stay with the emperor to survive. It seems to be seven days. It is similar to your symptoms. After reading it, I think that my ancestors made up The material is too fake, and I only know when I see you today that the world is full of wonders."

Wen Qiao's heart suddenly came to his throat, and his voice was a little urgent: "What happened to the concubine in the record? Has the disease been resolved?"

Grandpa Lin: "Uh... Later, I fell out of favor and entered the cold palace. If I couldn't see the emperor, I died tragically in the cold palace."

Wincho:  …

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