Chapter 239

"Rice Ball I want to go home…… Once your home in Yanjing is repaired, I'll be able to see you every weekend……"

Song Jiaren hugged the giant panda Rice Ball, murmuring.

Rice Ball was drinking bowl after bowl of milk, paying no attention to Song Jiaren.

However, when Song Jiaren left Yuan Zi, it turned its head to look at the doorway, staring for several minutes.

That day he did not go home, but instead checked into a hotel in Chengdu.

Paparazzi have already followed him to Chengdu.

Han Xiang pulled the curtains shut tightly.

Now there are rumors that a certain big shot stands behind Han Xiang.

No one knows who that big shot is yet.

Although Lin Feng had acknowledged Song Jiaren as his daughter, he had never changed her household registration.

Nothing can be found from that angle.

They had also tailed Song Jiaren for a long time, even trying to bribe the nanny Gu Fang with money.

Gu Fang wouldn't dare take that money.

Later, they had to abandon this lead regarding Song Jiaren and focus their efforts on tailing Han Xiang.

Of course, suspicions had long been directed at Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng often disappeared every few days, having no contact with Han Xiang whatsoever.

Lin Feng, however, wasn't afraid of anything.

Even if it were made public, what would it matter?

An unmarried man and woman, what's wrong with being friends?

In the hotel suite, Han Xiang took Song Jiaren to bathe.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, flipping through the Song dynasty comic strips that Chen Fengli gave Song Jiaren.

The Song dynasty was a period when the economy and entertainment industry were highly developed.

It's not strange for comic strips, a form of entertainment reading, to appear in the Song dynasty.

Lin Feng flipped through page by page.

It depicted various figures, like scenes of a family's everyday life.

After looking through it, Lin Feng felt something was odd.

It had no narrative at all.

If this comic strip were translated into a novel.

It would definitely be a novel that merely records a chronological account.

However, in a few of the panels, the male and female masters are doing chores at home with the windows open.

Unfortunately, the brushwork is too simple, so there's nothing to see.

Just as Lin Feng was about to put the comic down, his heart suddenly stirred.

In the image he had just committed to memory, something resembling a Password appeared.

There's something wrong with the pictures in this book!

Lin Feng closed his eyes.

In his mind, the comic strip—from the first page to the last, over a hundred panels in total—had each panel extracted a fragment by his brain.

This is like searching for a certain pattern in a children's picture book.

For example, in a panel that looks like a landscape, he looks for a tiger.

The tiger pattern could be formed by stones on the ground, clumps of grass, or leaves, etc.

Each panel extracts scattered fragments.

Then, arranging them in order, they combine to form nine pictures in total.

First picture: a room piled full of gold and silver treasures.

Second picture: a convoy transporting treasures into the mountains.

Third picture: an official places a box engraved with dragon patterns among the treasures.

Fourth picture: under the cover of night, a convoy enters a certain cave.

Picture: in a cave, the convoy transporting treasures drinks poison or is killed.

Sixth: the scene of battling the Yuan forces.

Seventh picture: a naval battle scene.

Eighth picture: an official carrying a young boy leaps from the ship.

Ninth picture: many scholars and commoners jump into the sea.

After viewing these nine pictures, anyone with a little historical knowledge knows this is the Battle of Yashan.

The final battle of the Southern Song's fall.

This comic strip was obviously not drawn by someone from the Song era.

Rather, someone later imitated it, tracing over it.

It's unknown how many times it has been copied.

But it is estimated that only the original artist knew the secret hidden in this picture.

Those convoys of gold and silver treasures are nothing.

Most importantly, the missing Chuánguó Yùxǐ!

Many historians speculate that the Chuánguó Yùxǐ was carried by Lu Xiufu, who bore the young Emperor Zhao Bing and jumped into the sea during the Battle of Yashan.

From then on, the Chuánguó Yùxǐ passed down from Qin Shi Huang sank with Lu Xiufu into the seabed, its whereabouts unknown.

But from the nine paintings it can be seen that, in the Battle of Cliff Mountain, Lu Xiufu had already buried the Chuánguó Yùxǐ together with a large amount of gold, silver, and treasures.

Lin Feng looked excited.

He walked back and forth in the living room with his hands on his hips.

Later, the Chuánguó Yùxǐ never appeared.

In other words, most of those treasures are still there.

The several mountains on the fourth painting are depicted extremely finely; they mainly depict the location of the hidden treasure.

Although more than seven hundred years have passed, this span is a long period for humans.

But for rocks and stones, it is extremely brief.

As long as one finds a mountain peak similar to the one in the picture, one can find that treasure!

"Dad!"

Song Jiaren's cheerful voice rang out.

After bathing, Song Jiaren put on pink pajamas and lunged at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng scooped her up in his arms and kissed her on the cheek.

This little guy must have been a money‑bringing cat in his previous life, right?

Not only did the giant panda get close to her, but it also brought back a treasure for Lin Feng.

Both the giant panda and the jade seal are national treasures; I brought them both back at once!

Um~

The giant panda is a bear, not a cat.

Lin Feng happily lifted Song Jiaren high up, then placed her on his shoulder.

The two started playing around in the living room.

After bathing and combing her hair, Han Xiang saw this scene and smiled happily.

Song Jiaren lay in Lin Feng's arms, about to fall asleep.

"Dad, go sleep with Mom! I'm not afraid of the dark now; let's have another baby with Mom. If I'm not around in the future, you'll still have a baby…"

Song Jiaren mumbled drowsily.

Lin Feng's eyes grew moist listening to that.

A child's heartfelt words are all too moving.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep! Having you as my child is enough!"

Lin Feng gently patted Song Jiaren and said.

Song Jiaren gave an 'mm' and soon fell asleep.

A moment later, Lin Feng lifted the blanket and quietly left the room.

One can do without a child, but that doesn't prevent sleeping together with Song Jiaren's mother.

Han Xiang's room, the door wasn't bolted.

Lin Feng turned the handle, slipped inside, and gently closed the door.

The room was fragrant, the scent coming from Han Xiang's specially made sachet.

It was obvious that Han Xiang was still awake.

Lin Feng could hear her breathing.

Originally very calm, his breathing became somewhat hurried after he entered the room.