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In fact, Xiao Ling had already checked the history books of this era about his previous life.

It's strange to say that the history of Xiao Ling's era is almost mentioned briefly, and no information about him can even be found.

This made Xiao Ling wonder whether the country of Yan he was in was the country of Yan in the history of the modern world.

Or, does his era have a linear flow relationship with the current era, but come from another time and space?

These are beyond the scope of Xiao Ling's comprehension.

When Xiao Ling was still the Crown Prince of the Yan Kingdom, people said that the Yan Kingdom was a long-lasting country that could last forever, but thousands of years have passed, and these people have not even been able to leave their names in history.

Do people in every era feel that the dynasty they belong to can last forever and be immortal.In fact, no matter whether it is princes, generals or businesswomen, they all belong to the dust of history after all. Only the writings of archaeologists can test and fantasize about the remnants of history.

Xiao Ling didn't know what happened to those old friends after he left.

The only hope is that they are all doing well.

After that, Xiao Ling rarely experienced a relatively comfortable life in the crew.

Everyone in this play is filming well, no one trips him up, and there are no accidents.

Most of the actors in the opposite play are acquaintances. With Zhou Zhenren present, it seems that everything can be solved perfectly with strange ideas.

Chu Fenglang, who plays the opposite role, is a top-notch idol. Although he has the "idol burden" and is always indifferent and reticent, fortunately, he is serious about filming and rests in his RV after the performance. It is not difficult to get along with him.

It's just that Zhou Zhenren was very unhappy.

"How can there be two male protagonists who don't cultivate their relationship? Come on, Fengzi, don't stay in your RV every day, come out and talk to everyone more."

Chu Fenglang is very proud, but it is not the same as Qi Yu's kind of arrogance, Chu Fenglang's "arrogance" is engraved in his bones.He is very polite, he will do whatever Zhou Zhenren asks him to do, if he is not allowed to rest in the RV, he will sit with Xiao Linghua Luo.

Even if he sat together, he still didn't say a word, playing games with his mobile phone.

He would only talk to Xiao Ling when he was checking his lines.

Zhenren Zhou was very dissatisfied, but Xiao Ling thought it was good, at least he didn't have to deal with inexplicable interpersonal interactions.

Xiao Ling couldn't have been more comfortable during this time.

The expedition team he sponsored would report the progress to him from time to time.

It is said that the progress of the excavation this time was very fast, and the protective measures were in place, and the cultural relics were not oxidized.

A few days later, Xiao Ling was told that the site of investigation was not a tomb, but a forest of steles.

Xiao Ling thought about it, it seems that at that time the Imperial College had been talking about putting the preserved stone scriptures in the Lingyin Temple in the west of the city, and some people suggested to inscribe the works of the famous writers at that time, put them together with the stone scriptures, and repair them into a forest of steles.

Two days ago, the expedition team said they had unearthed a stone tablet. The handwriting on the tablet was not very clear, and they were trying to restore it.

Xiao Ling looked at the results sent to him by the expedition team every day, chatted a few words from time to time, and pointed out some possible directions for the expedition team through the vaguely retained relevant memories.

Today, the crew is going to shoot the main scene where Lin Wuqi is killed three times.

Zhou Zhenren specially filmed the scenes of being killed three times in one day, and called it "long-term pain is worse than short-term pain".

Therefore, Xiao Ling experienced "beheading", "digging out heart", and "broken leg" various ways of death that day.

When it was over, even Chu Fenglang was embarrassed, his usual indifferent expression was a little dazed.

After all, being a "murderer" three times a day, his psychological pressure is not small at all.

It was rare for Chu Fenglang to take the initiative to speak to Xiao Ling, and even handed Xiao Ling water.

Hualuo couldn't eat any more chicken legs, she said miserably: "It is enough for a person to try one way of death in his life, but Xiao Ling, you actually tried three..."

Xiao Ling wiped off the blood plasma on his neck with a towel, coughed a few times, thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's not three, actually I've drowned before."

Hualuo was slowly puzzled: "...?"

Xiao Ling's memory of how he came to this world is already very vague. He can only remember that he was invited by his eldest brother, King Wuling, on his birthday. Unfortunately, he fell into the Hibiscus Pond and arrived here when he woke up.

It can be regarded as... drowning.

He finished the scene today and saw Xue Wenshu's car approaching from a distance.

Xiao Ling smiled lightly, greeted everyone around him, then walked over, opened the car door, and sat in.

The person in the driver's seat immediately handed him a warm paper bag.

Xiao Ling looked down, and there were freshly baked pastries inside, which looked soft and delicious.

"Thank you."

Xue Wenshu looked at him with a smile.

Recently, Xue Wenshu often came to see him, but he would not appear in front of everyone.

Xiao Ling was keenly aware that Xue Wenshu didn't seem to want outsiders to know that the two of them were very close.

...Are you worried about being photographed by paparazzi?

But it doesn't seem like it's something shameful for the president of the company to have a good personal relationship with its stars.

Xiao Ling took out a wet towel and wiped his hands, picked up a piece and took a bite, it was fluffy and soft, it melted in his mouth.

Xue Wenshu looked at him: "How does it taste?"

"Not bad, would you like to try it?"

Xiao Ling handed a piece out.

Xue Wenshu shook his head: "No, I don't eat sweets."

Xiao Ling: "You don't eat sweets either."

Shao Fu doesn't eat sweets either.

Xue Wenshu watched Xiao Ling finish eating with a smile, and handed over a tissue: "Is filming going well recently?"

"Smooth, it should be said to be a rare success, I am not used to nothing happening after so long."

Xiao Ling sighed, it was indeed true, since he came to this world, there was only a small matter in three days, and a big event in five days, such a long time of peace like now gave him a premonition that something big would happen.

Outside the car window, the clouds were overcast, and the wild geese flew much lower.

"There will be a storm soon. This time of year is the rainy season in Donghai City, and the weather will suddenly turn cold. You have to keep warm." Xue Wenshu warned.

"It's okay. Director Zhou also specifically explained today that if it rains, we will switch to the interior scene to shoot indoor scenes."

After Xiao Ling got out of the car, Xue Wenshu stopped him again and gave him an umbrella.

He smiled and said, "Take it, in case the road gets up and down."

Xiao Ling couldn't accept the other party's kindness, so he took the umbrella and thanked him.

"I'll pay you back next time we meet."

After getting out of the car and taking a few steps, as expected, raindrops fell on Xiao Ling's cheeks.

Xiao Ling smiled slightly, opened the umbrella, and walked slowly back to the crew hotel.

Continuous rain swept through the film and television city, and it was impossible to shoot all the exterior scenes. Zhou Zhenren was very happy that at least they finished filming all the main scenes a few days ago.

In the past two days, the indoor scenes were set up, and the actors stayed in the room to rest.

After Hualuo and her friends called out to play Werewolf, even Chu Fenglang was persuaded to play.

Xiao Ling did not participate. He was not feeling well and was coughing all the time, and there was new news from the expedition team.

The contact person sent a photo, saying that the restored font is not a common font, and it has not yet been deciphered what was written on the stele.

Because of Xiao Ling's previous performance, this expedition team member thought that Xiao Ling was also a fanatical lover of the history and culture of the mysterious Yan Kingdom, so he told him so much.

Xiao Ling opened the photo and looked at it carefully.

It’s no wonder that modern people don’t recognize this font, because it wasn’t a common font in Yan State at that time.

This is called "Gongzi", which was a font created by the court at that time. If there is something secret that you want to write down, you will write it in Gongzi. It is not a commonly used grammar either. Every three characters can be synthesized into one character, and when interpreting, it must be interpreted backwards.

Xiao Ling hadn't seen palace characters for a long time, so he took out a pen and paper and began to write, draw and interpret.

After deciphering a few, he read it.

After reading it, it turned out to be telling his life!

"Prince Ling was good at books when he was young, gentle and kind, and talented..."

Xiao Ling looked back, the inscription also recorded some scribes and generals who surrounded him at that time, it also mentioned the prince Shao Fu, and also told the story of Shao Fu taking the prince to travel in disguise to help the victims.

Finally, it is written that the prince "accidentally fell into the water and died".

Xiao Ling looked lazily at the remembrances of everyone recorded in the back, and flipped through them continuously, until he found the one with the words "Shao Fu" on it.

The final description of Shao Fu has only one sentence: "very sad, the next spring, he died in depression."

Xiao Ling stared at the words "depressed and dead", as if he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe what he saw.

When he wanted to explore, he knew that everyone would leave eventually.

Everyone dies.

But how could it be the ending of "died in depression"? ? ?

Teacher... Did he die with him not long after...

Xiao Ling sat down hastily.

It was raining harder outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Ling suddenly stood up. He put on his coat and picked up his umbrella. He decided to go to the site of the archaeological team. He wanted to see the stele with his own eyes!

He must have read it wrong!

It must be so!

Xiao Ling rushed into the pouring rain, Bai Pang's voice of "Brother Xiao, where are you going" fell behind him.

Xiao Ling stepped into the rain, his shoes were soaked by water, and he continued to run without realizing it.

How could the teacher be like this?

Shaofu was the number one scholar at the age of 16, and he made many tricks in seizing the heir.

He even took care of and taught Xiao Ling for so many years. In his eyes, the teacher is the most amazing and talented person in the world, and the most worthy of being passed down to future generations.

How could it be... that he died so early?

People who are watered by the rain cannot see the way ahead.

Xiao Ling slipped and almost fell, but was helped up.

The person who came was Xue Wenshu.

Xue Wenshu was very surprised: "Why are you running in the rain? Go back!"

Xiao Ling held onto his sleeve tightly, and said anxiously: "Send me to the west of the city! I'm going to a very important place! I have to see it with my own eyes!"

"There's nothing to see." Xue Wenshu categorically refused, "Nothing is as important as your body. I heard from your assistant that you filmed several laborious scenes the day before yesterday. You haven't been feeling well these days. Coughing, you can’t go anywhere now, go back quickly.”

Saying that, she grabbed Xiao Ling's hand and was about to pull him away.

Xiao Ling was disturbed by the news of the teacher's death at this time, and shouted: "Presumptuous!"

Xue Wenshu tightly grasped his hand like pliers, and smiled coldly: "I'm just presumptuous, what can you do?"

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