"Yes!" Gu Nuo'er jumped out of his arms.

The silver bell rang crisply on the small wrist.

Gu Nuo'er turned back and waved like a host who brought guests home: "Brother, come in with me."

Gu Ziliang put away the umbrella, leaned under the corridor, and followed Gu Nuoer into the dilapidated palace.

He is always cautious.

Because most of the palaces in Lenggong were in disrepair, if the beams fell, it would be the most dangerous thing.

But don't hit Gu Nuoer.

However, the little guy walked directly to a seemingly ordinary floor tile and stopped.

She turned her head and Nuonuo called out, "Brother Ten, help me move this stone away."

Gu Zili hurriedly followed suit.

He picked up the thin floor tile and put it down gently.

But at this moment, I saw that there was a heavy wooden box underneath!

The whole box is made of anti-corrosion and moisture-proof heavy mahogany, and the four corners are also pasted with gold pieces to avoid wear and tear.

On the whole box, auspicious clouds leaped, depicting gorgeous.

It's not unusual at first glance!

How could there be such a precious box in a place like the Cold Palace?

Probably seeing Gu Zilian's question, the little guy blinked his eyelashes and said, "This is Nuo'er's treasure chest, and there are some 'rubbish' that everyone can't use anymore."

"However, they are invaluable to Noble, so I put them all here."

After speaking, the little guy pouted his butt, reached out and flipped the lock that the eighth prince had made for her, and the lid of the box came loose.

Gu Nuoer stretched out his hand to uncover it, Gu Ziliang looked down, and there were quite a few things!

The little guy stretched out his hand and first took out a half-burned picture scroll.

"This is the first time Brother Eleven has painted. He thought it was ugly at the time and was about to burn it. I rescued it and kept it for collection!"

Gu Ziliang knew that his eleventh brother was now a famous painter all over the world.

Now he is traveling around the world and entrusting the beauty of mountains and seas to his pen.

One of his paintings can be sold for thousands of dollars.

Countless collectors take pride in collecting the paintings of the Eleventh Prince.

Because what he draws is not just an ordinary curved outline, but a meticulous masterpiece that can make people feel emotional changes!

Gu Nuoer looked at the picture of a child fluttering butterfly.

She couldn't help laughing: "Brother Ten, let me tell you secretly, Brother Eleven felt dissatisfied after finishing the painting, and even cried a lot about it!"

"However, only he and I know about this matter. He told me not to say it, otherwise he would not be a man."

Gu Ziliang chuckled: "I will also keep it a secret for my sister and eleventh brother."

"Yeah! Brother Ten, look at this, this shattered night pearl, from the side, doesn't it look like a weeping beauty?"

With two hands, the little guy held only half of the night pearl, turned it to the side, and showed it to Gu Zilai.

as predicted.

I saw the shattered cracks, but inadvertently looked like a beauty's brow bone, nose tip, and lips.

And the tears the little guy said were like the sunken position of the eyes, with a small bulge underneath.

Gu Ziliang nodded sincerely: "Like, and very beautiful."

"Yeah!" Gu Nuo'er gently stroked Ye Mingzhu: "Maybe this bead is a beauty. After it was broken, it hurt so much that I cried."

"At that time, my second brother wanted to throw it away, but I couldn't bear it, so I put it away."

The little guy also showed Gu Zilii a lot of her collection.

Basically, they are all good things that are precious but flawed.