After a pause, Xuanyuan Che frowned and continued: "Tianchen history books record that a hundred years ago, three kingdoms wanted to plot the huge treasure of the Southern Song Dynasty. They fought for years, but in the end they did not force out a single gold or silver, which made everyone doubt this.

Maybe it's really just a rumor.

However, after the war, a piece of news and pictures quietly spread among the countries.

Three iron-colored bronze sticks break the ring, unlocking the key to the treasure of Xiagu Mountain."

As soon as she said this, Liu Yue immediately turned around and stared closely at the tattered ring in Ouyang Yufei's hand. In this way, this thing...

Following Liu Yue's gaze, Xuanyuan Che said in a deep voice: "No one has seen this ring fragment in a hundred years. I always thought it was just a fake. I didn't expect..."

Speaking of which, Xuanyuan Che did not continue, and the meaning was already clear.

As the sun flickered, the ring was broken in Ouyang Yufei's hands. The faces of the Southern Song Dynasty leader, Prime Minister Li, and the abbot of the national temple all changed color, which already explained a lot of things.

Beside the stone table, Ouyang Yufei reached out and took the ring handed over by Dugu Ye. He put the two pieces together and fit them together tightly, forming a two-thirds circle.

In the golden light, everyone could clearly see that the ring was missing only one piece, only the last piece.

"Products of the same period should seem to be fragments of the same thing." Ouyang Yufei's voice floated in the peach blossom forest, making people hear it a little far away.

"Bang." The abbot's fingers of the national temple trembled, and the string of beads broke, and the beads rolled all over the floor.

The leader of the Southern Song Dynasty opened his mouth and kept inhaling and exhaling, as if someone had stuck his neck and he was about to suffocate.

As for Prime Minister Li's hand that tightly held the stone chair, if he hadn't been a scholar, the stone chair would have been crushed to pieces.

The peach blossoms are flying in the wind and falling down.

A soft place.

"I remember I once told you that the founding queen of the Southern Song Dynasty was said to have left something to the descendants of the Li family, but we don't know exactly what it was. Now it seems that it should be this thing." Xuanyuan Che looked at the three people who changed their expressions.
Chapter completed!