Fast Travel System: A Happy Life

Chapter 155 Secrets in Historical Relics (3)

Chu Qinghe stood motionless in front of the coffin in shock.

She stared blankly at the coffin, where is Emperor Jingwen?
Why isn't she here? She still wants to be incensed?
So suddenly, could someone have robbed the tomb?

[Host, I can guarantee that no one has been here. This is the tomb of Emperor Jingwen. 】

She smiled softly and twitched the corners of her mouth, "You are too frugal. This is not the point. The point is where is Emperor Jingwen?" 】 She collapsed, the accident came too suddenly.

The system is also very serious, [Sorry host, I don't know, maybe he was buried elsewhere. 】

Although this is his mausoleum, it doesn't necessarily mean that he will sleep here after death.

[I'll go outside to have a look. 】

Chu Qinghe walked all the way through the front tomb chamber, aisle, small niche, patio and passageway.

This emperor's tomb is too unusual, deserted and deserted, except for the specifications of the emperor's construction, there is no burial objects.

Oh, there is still, satin.

She was a little curious, what kind of person is Emperor Jingwen?
Experts and historians have dispersed to examine different places.

It is completely consistent with what Jing Baisong said, there is nothing, and there are quite a lot of back tombs.

Jing Baisong, Dean An and Director Zhang were together, and Chu Qinghe quickly floated to the three of them to see if they could find out anything.

Director Zhang was a little disappointed, "Emperor Jingwen is too mysterious. Will he be buried somewhere else? The imperial mausoleum is just a cover."

Dean An was lost in thought, "It's very possible."

Jing Baisong, "It is said that Emperor Jingwen had a beloved woman. Is it possible for the two to be buried together elsewhere?"

"Bai Song!" Dean An scolded him, "As a professor, how can you believe in messy unofficial history."

These are unofficial records, and the official history of Emperor Jingwen has only a few words.

Jing Baisong sneered, and said indifferently, "Dean, Jing Chao's research is more convincing than yours, not to mention that history is always written by the victors. Unofficial history? Official history? Aren't the records all recorded by later generations? , Is there any more powerful proof than the trend of the current dynasty, 300 years, unfortunately none of us can prove it."

Jing Baisong held the palace lantern and said, "All we descendants can do is prove it based on empirical evidence."

"It is said in history that Emperor Jingwen was a tyrant. It is a pity that those ministers who were killed will not understand what happened at the beginning. However, the poems and songs of the literati and elegant guests in the dynasty all praised him for his hard work and love for the people. Seeing this Mausoleum, I think these are all reasonable."

He continued on his own, "The founding emperor of the Jing Dynasty, the Yuan Emperor, ended the war and left everything to be done. There seems to be a reason why his mausoleum is so simple."

Dean An was so angry that he couldn't speak, but Jing Baisong had been studying the culture of the Jing Dynasty, and he contributed a lot to the discovery of this tomb.

Director Zhang came out to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, what should we do now?"

"Director," Jing Baisong waved the palace lantern in front of Director Zhang, "I will apply to the higher-ups for research on this."

"Director Zhang carefully wiped the glass of the palace lantern, "Is this the only one buried beside the coffin? "

"Well," Jing Baisong nodded, "This kind of octagonal palace lantern is mostly used by women."

He paused, "Moreover, eight palace lanterns were unearthed from Empress Huiming's tomb, which is similar to this one."

Empress Huiming was the Yuan Empress of Jing Zhao, the fourth emperor of the Jing Dynasty. The tombs of her and Emperor Jing Zhao were discovered ten years ago, and cultural relics were unearthed.

Hearing what Jing Baisong said, Director Zhang remembered, "Yes, yes, the queen is an eight-corner lantern, and the two suspected concubines are four-corner palace lanterns. They are all these complicated and gorgeous glazed lanterns."

Jing Baisong went on to say, "And Jing Chao has never had glazed lanterns before."

Director Zhang suddenly became enlightened, "Bai Song, you take out this research, and the application form will come down immediately."

Jing Baisong smiled slightly, "Director, does the bureau still need special attention?"

Dean An was shocked, "What are you going to do? Don't forget that you are still a professor in the History Department of S University."

"It's only temporary. Don't forget, Dean An. At the beginning, I was just asked to be a substitute teacher. Now that Emperor Jingwen's tomb has been unearthed, I want to study this legendary emperor wholeheartedly." Jing Baisong said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Okay, okay," Director Zhang was overjoyed, "The Baisong Bureau needs talents like you. I will apply to the higher authorities. You can study other cultural relics of the Jing Dynasty."

"Write more director."

Dean An was going to be furious.

Jing Baisong was dismissive of him. He just relied on his seniority to become the dean of the Department of Archeology of S University. Now he is also using personal money to find opportunities for his daughter in every possible way.

...

Chu Qinghe glanced at Jing Baisong in surprise, he did not expect that he was a professor who studied Jing Chao, amazing.

scene?
Emperor Jingwen?
【Tongzi, don't tell me that Jing Baisong is the reincarnation of Emperor Jingwen. 】

The system rolled its eyes, [Host, you have a really big brain, Jing Baisong is your guy, don't you feel it? 】

Chu Qinghe patted her chest, scared to death, if Jing Baisong was reincarnated, then she would repay Jing Baisong for her kindness.

[Tongzi, I'm sorry, I'm not a human right now, so I don't feel anything. 】

She decided to follow Jing Baisong, and she would definitely find clues.

[Host, don't you recognize each other? 】

Chu Qinghe smiled gracefully and politely, [Hehe, the species are different, what a fart. 】

As for her, Ah Piao, forget it, she should quickly find Emperor Jingwen's body, kowtow to the incense stick, and hurry up to the next world.

【Why is the little fairy so rude. 】

[Bah, I'm very irritable now, I'm not only rude, but also growl. 】

Let's explode the world, the task difficulty is forced to hard mode.

[I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I can't afford to provoke you. 】

【Host, they are leaving. 】

Chu Qinghe hurriedly followed, and she followed Jing Baisong closely.

[The host remembers that you can't be too far away from the palace lantern, that's because you are the host. 】

She replied weakly, [I know. 】

...

Coming out of the ground, the darkness is instantly dispelled, the sun is shining brightly, and the surrounding birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Here is the purest and original state of nature deep in the forest.

Chu Qinghe drooped her head, but unfortunately she couldn't feel the warmth, couldn't smell the fragrance of flowers, and didn't know if she had the rotten smell coming from the ground.

Jing Baisong got into the car and leaned against the innermost side, while Chu Qinghe quickly got in and sat beside him.

Chen Shuo outside the car thought that the teacher reserved a seat for him, and wanted to sit in it.

Jing Baisong said lightly, "Deng, sit in front."

Chen Shuo sat on the passenger seat.

Jing Baisong, "Let's drive, and go back to the Bureau of Cultural Relics first."

"Don't you wait for them?" Chen Shuo was puzzled, there were still people in the car, why did the teacher leave.

Jing Baisong's thin lips parted slightly, "No wait, the cultural relics need to be sent back first."

Jing Baisong wore a pure white silk dress, carefully holding the palace lantern on his lap, the wick had long since been extinguished.

Chu Qinghe looked at Jing Baisong blankly with his face sideways.

The sunlight shines on the glass lamp through the window, and the glass pieces are shining. From every angle, you can see that each piece of glass is carved with different calligraphy and paintings.

Jing Baisong looked at the palace lantern intently, the gleaming glass against his face made him look more delicate and beautiful, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his slender fingers fiddled with the palace lantern, his eyes gave her an illusion, focused and affectionate.

His bony index finger traced across a row of words.

Chu Qinghe could vaguely recognize the words "Hundred Years Concentric Heart".

(End of this chapter)