End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Behind the stone gate is a narrow passage, and the air is filled with a damp smell.

Teng Junze held an oil lamp in his hand, and the dim light barely illuminated the road ahead.

Fan Mengmeng followed him closely, feeling uneasy.

At the end of the passage is a secret room.

Teng Junze pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a musty smell hit him in the face.

The secret room was sparsely furnished, with only a wooden table and a few chairs.

There were a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, which looked eerie in the dim light.

Teng Junze placed the oil lamp on the table and turned to look at Fan Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng," he whispered, "There are some things I want to talk to you about alone."

Fan Mengmeng's heart beat faster. She had no idea what Teng Junze was up to, so she could only nod nervously.

"I know you come from a... different place," Teng Junze paused, as if choosing his words, "Your understanding of this world far exceeds ours."

Fan Mengmeng was about to explain when Teng Junze raised his hand to interrupt her.

"No need to explain," he walked up to Fan Mengmeng, staring at her with burning eyes, "I'm not trying to find out your secrets, I just want to... ask for your advice."

"Excuse me?" Fan Mengmeng was a little confused.

"That's right," Teng Junze smiled slightly, "about... the distribution of ancient supplies."

Fan Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

She took a deep breath and began to talk about modern society's research and analysis methods on the ancient economy and material distribution. From the interpretation of historical documents to the evidence of archaeological discoveries, to the application of modern economic models, she spoke eloquently, with clear logic and unique insights.

Teng Junze listened quietly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had only wanted to test Fan Mengmeng, but he hadn't expected her to know so much.

"According to your analysis," Teng Junze said thoughtfully, "What we should do most now is..." He moved closer to Fan Mengmeng and whispered in her ear, his warm breath ruffling Fan Mengmeng's hair.

"Control it..." "Control it...the silk and tea producing area of ​​Jiangnan." Teng Junze's voice was low and magnetic, and his warm breath brushed past Fan Mengmeng's ears, ruffling her fine hair.

Fan Mengmeng's face turned red instantly and her body trembled slightly.

In this enclosed space, with dim lights, the two people were so close to each other, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread in the air, quietly heating up the feelings between them.

She took a half step back uncomfortably and coughed lightly, trying to break the atmosphere that made her heart beat faster.

"Jiangnan's silk and tea...are indeed important economic lifelines."

Teng Junze looked at her slightly flustered appearance, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He straightened up, put some distance between them, and his tone returned to its usual calmness.

"What you said gave me great inspiration."

At this moment, the old housekeeper's voice came from outside the secret room: "Sir, are you in there? The old lady wants you to come over."

Teng Junze's expression changed slightly. The sudden voice interrupted their private conversation and also made Fan Mengmeng feel a little disappointed.

This feeling made her a little confused, and she didn't understand why she felt lost.

"Hide first." Teng Junze said in a low voice, with a barely perceptible hint of anxiety in his tone.

Fan Mengmeng looked around. This secret room was sparsely furnished and there was no place to hide. The old housekeeper's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and she was extremely anxious.

Teng Junze's eyes fell on a calligraphy and painting on the wall. He walked over quickly and reached out to press on the frame.

With a slight "click" sound, a secret door appeared on the wall.

"Go in." Teng Junze urged.

Fan Mengmeng didn't have time to think and slipped into the secret door.

Teng Junze quickly closed the secret door and hung the calligraphy and paintings again. The whole process was smooth and completed in one go.

He took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, then walked to the door and opened it.

"Butler, what's the matter?"

"The old lady asked you to come over, saying that..." Before the old housekeeper finished speaking, his eyes fell on the sparsely furnished secret room behind Teng Junze, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, "What are you...doing here?"

Teng Junze calmly blocked the old butler's sight.

"Nothing, just came to look at some old things." As he said this, he turned sideways and led the old butler out of the secret room.

"Click--" Behind the secret door, Fan Mengmeng's hand gently touched a cold metal object... In the dark room, the cold metal object that Fan Mengmeng touched was an unsheathed sword.

She held her breath and listened carefully to the noise outside.

The old butler's voice became increasingly distant, as if he had been taken away from the area by Teng Junze.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the secret room in the dim candlelight on the wall.

The secret room is not big. Apart from the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, there is only a simple wooden table and a chair.

Fan Mengmeng noticed that there seemed to be something unusual on the ground under the wooden table.

She squatted down and knocked gently, and found the sound was hollow, obviously there was something hidden.

She lifted the carpet without hesitation, and sure enough, there was a secret compartment underneath.

There were several wooden boxes in the secret compartment. Fan Mengmeng opened one at random and found it was full of gold!

She was shocked. The Teng family was indeed rich enough to rival a country.

She quickly covered the secret compartment and restored it to its original state, secretly delighted in her heart: If it were the end of the world, this gold would be enough for her to live a carefree life.

At this moment, the door of the secret room opened again, and Teng Junze walked in. Seeing that Fan Mengmeng was safe and sound, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "You are very smart."

"Fortunately," Fan Mengmeng smiled casually, "thanks to this secret room."

Teng Junze walked over to the table and sat down, his expression growing serious. "The old housekeeper just became suspicious. I'm afraid... there are others in the mansion who may be suspicious of us."

Just as he finished speaking, a shrill voice came from the door: "Sir, the old lady asked me to invite this girl over for questioning." Master Chen stood at the door, looking at Fan Mengmeng sharply, his eyes full of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Who am I? I don't seem to have anything to do with Master Chen." Fan Mengmeng met Master Chen's gaze without fear, her tone calm but with a hint of sharpness.

Master Chen was choked by her modern answer and didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

He coughed dryly, "Miss, you are too kind. I am just concerned about your safety."

"My safety will be taken care of by you, sir." Fan Mengmeng replied calmly.

A sinister glint flashed across Master Chen's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"In that case, please follow me to see the old lady." Although his tone was respectful, it carried an authority that could not be refused.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Teng Junze, and seeing him nod slightly, she followed Master Chen out of the secret room.

Teng Junze looked at her back with deep eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

Master Chen walked in front, a barely perceptible sneer on his face, and muttered to himself, "A woman of unknown origin dares to be so arrogant..."