learning to be human every day

Lao Xia is a taciturn man, not as lively and outgoing as Ms. Chen, who is blah, and on the way to the museum, he said three sentences——

"The cultural relics exhibited this time are the funerary objects of the princess's tomb unearthed in Chenshan last month."

"The excavation process was very interesting, and a documentary was made."

"It's a pity that the married princess does not enter the imperial tomb, so the imperial tomb of the ancient Chen Kingdom has not been found yet."

Xia Yun's scalp went numb, and his hair exploded.

Compared to Ms. Chen's machine gun, Lao Xia is a howitzer, and he was ashamed and ashamed after a few blows.

Did he hear correctly?Is the ancient Chen country the Chen country he knows?What happened to the princess tomb?Which unlucky royal sister, aunt, grandma was taken to her lair?

His heart was beating wildly and he was about to burst out of his stomach. He wished he could shrink into an inch and step into the museum to find out.

Ms. Chen is not interested in those bottles and cans, she just wants to see exquisite and gorgeous jewelry and clothes. She turned her head to look at the information in Lao Xia's hand, and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, why is this princess also called Xia Yunze?"

Lu Yuanfei showed doubts on his face, while Xia Yun immediately petrified.

Ms. Chen didn't see her son's frightened look, and she took the front seat to express her gratitude: "Son, it's fortunate that Mom changed your name, otherwise it would be unlucky to bump into a dead ghost!"

Xia Yun twisted his stiff neck, squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, and gave his mother a weak thumbs up.

I thank you, that dead ghost is me, Sansheng is fortunate to be able to see the glory of the deity after death.

Lu Yuanfei glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Is it cold?"

The sunny guy is not only overcast, but his face is turning blue, as if he has been soaked in ice water for several rounds.

Xia Yun looked half-dead, was so nervous that he had acid reflux, shook his head with difficulty, his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't speak a word.

He thought it was Ms. Chen's joke that frightened this sensitive and fragile glass heart, so he comforted him in a good voice: "What's the matter? There are too many people with the same name in the world, and death is nothing. You are still afraid of ghosts coming to follow you." Are you grabbing a name?"

As expected of Brother Lu, every word pierced his heart, almost turning him into a sieve.

Xia Yun stared at it sadly, wondering if you had opened your mouth before?Opening a gym is exhausting. Going to the park to set up a divination booth may make you a lot of money every day.

Besides, who told you that everything is empty after death?Am I here now?Not only grabbing the name but also grabbing the man!

He couldn't communicate with this die-hard materialist, so he could only sigh and whisper, "I can't help you if you think so."

Once a golden sentence of this level is used, it means chatting to death. Lu Yuanfei listened to his yin and yang tone, and wanted to stop the car on the side of the road to give him some love education.

It's a pity that there are two big Buddhas in the back seat, so Brother Iron Blood doesn't dare to do anything wrong.

There are not many people in the museum today, and the parking lot is half empty, allowing them to visit in peace and quiet without being crowded with tour groups.

Xia Yun's legs were weak, his feet stepped on the cotton, and he was suddenly engulfed in, his head was groggy, his chest was stuffy, and he felt like a lack of oxygen.

The ancestral graves of Lao Xia's family had been torn up, maybe the corpses could be lined up for a meeting with his ancestors... He made up his mind in despair, and suddenly caught a flash of inspiration.

His father seemed to have mentioned just now that "the married princess was not buried in the imperial tomb"?

Xia Yun frowned, thinking that it was probably an expert trying to gain fame and reputation. In his previous life, he died young, let alone married, and he didn't even make an appointment.

The emperor has been leaving him in the Zhilan Palace to fend for himself. He has probably forgotten that there is such a "princess" who has a thin sense of existence. On the contrary, the close court ladies and eunuchs worry about the lifelong affairs of the master all day long, for fear that he will be lonely in the palace.

It's true that the emperor doesn't rush the eunuchs.

Unexpectedly, the "princess" got rid of the cicada and got a son-in-law for herself after wandering for a thousand years.

So in the previous life, what happened to the little public servant who died before getting married so that he couldn't enter the imperial mausoleum?Could it be that there was an extra thread under his skirt when he was being coffined?

A layer of cold sweat oozes from Xia Yun's back, genuinely worried for the ancients.

If he was cheating, the royal family would not show it for the sake of face, but the crime of deceiving the emperor is no small matter, and his uncle's family will probably suffer along with it.

He shivered, grabbed the information in Lao Xia's hand and quickly flipped through it, hoping to get some clues from it and speculate about his death.

At that time, the ancient Chen State divided the world with the Qi State and the Liang State. From endless wars to shaking hands and making peace, it lasted for more than a hundred years in the long river of history. There are not many records, and the excavation of the princess tomb will surely provide rich data for historical research——experts say.

Xia Yun, on the other hand, didn't see any tricks, and secretly complained that experts should invite him to be a consultant, so that there is no need to trace the basic necessities of the ancients through the funeral objects.

When queuing up to enter the museum, Lu Yuanfei squeezed his hand quietly, and asked in a low voice, "Why are your hands so cold? Is it cold?"

The little coach's body temperature is high, and he hugged it like a small stove in his arms. Now his fingers are cold and trembling, which looks strange no matter how he looks.

Xia Yun shook his head, answered absent-mindedly, and entered the museum with a few tourists.

I don't know if it's his illusion, the tall and strong pillars of the museum are like a row of front teeth, waiting for him to be smashed into a tiger's mouth, Xia Yun stands in front of the door, holding Lu Yuanfei's hand tightly.

The entire venue was designed solemnly, majestic and spacious, and the sense of oppression that hit his face was as real as it was, forcing him to be out of breath.

Taking advantage of others not paying attention, Lu Yuanfei wrapped his hands between his palms and rubbed them repeatedly, giving him warm warmth.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The deep voice blew past his ears, gentle and full of strength, like a spring breeze passing through the remaining snow, miraculously melting the fear in his heart.

Xia Yun collected himself, turned his face and smiled at Lu Yuanfei, and walked in.

Ms. Chen walked in front, looking back frequently, with a thoughtful expression.

Xia Yun, on the other hand, was distraught. He couldn't care less about other people's opinions, so he held on to Lu Yuanyuan, not letting go even when the sky was falling.

He didn't throw himself into his boyfriend's arms, begging for a kiss and a hug, and he was already showing face.

"Do you want to rent a tour guide?" A young man with the appearance of a college student followed, smiling and selling himself, "I will take you to fully appreciate the beauty of the princess of the ancient Chen Kingdom."

Xia Yunze was actually amused by him, thinking that this man can really talk shit, the experts didn't open the coffin for autopsy and found that he had a peerless cucumber?The little tour guide's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense can compete with himself.

He belatedly "hissed" before thinking that his slough might see the light of day and be watched by the crowd, and he suddenly felt a sense of loss and helplessness.

Lu Yuanfei was right, death is nothing, just relax and don't worry about what happens afterward, otherwise you will die of anger.

Lao Xia thought he was very knowledgeable, so he didn't like to ask a commentator to chat in his ear, but Xia Yun didn't listen to him, and paid with a mobile phone scan, and asked the tour guide to take them around while watching.

He wanted to find out how many details the experts had dug up from the commentary. After all, he was still a little bitter about not entering the imperial tomb.

"The history books of the Chen Kingdom don't record the life of the princess very much. This princess is an exception. She was recorded in the annals of history due to her marriage to the Qi Kingdom. It's a pity that she lost her husband and father not long after she got married. When she returned to the country for the funeral, she was overwhelmed with grief. Jade Die was buried in his home country, so it is reasonable to say that her rank is not low, but judging from the specifications of the tomb and the burial objects, the princess is probably not favored. Presumably, the emperor would not marry the favored princess thousands of miles away. Are you right?"

Xia Yunze's eyes were empty, and his three views were shattered. After being questioned by the little tour guide, he nodded numbly, and murmured: "It's so right."

He was indeed not favored, and was even ostracized repeatedly in the palace, but what about the marriage?What about the funeral?Was it replaced by an impostor, or was someone airborne and grafted?

He actually boiled his father to death, thinking about it is a bit dark, but when he thinks of him, a fake princess disguised as a woman, marrying a foreign country, the dark feeling turns into a dark hurt.

Underneath Feng Guanxia's peacock was a man who was as good as a replacement, and the receiver didn't return the product, bad reviews and complaints, and he paid it first, which made him very confused.

Xia Yunze's head was buzzing, and he became more dizzy. Lu Yuanfei and his brothers seemed to wrap their arms around his shoulders, supporting him without any trace, and said with a smile, "What does this princess look like? Is there a portrait?"

Xia Yun felt his chest sore when he heard the words, straightened his back, and gave him a resentful look.

It looks as beautiful as a flower, but there is one more cucumber. If you want to see it, I can draw a picture for you from memory.

He was immersed in the sourness of "I'm jealous of myself", and for a moment he forgot the feeling of dizziness and discomfort, and rushed to ask the little tour guide: "Is there a corpse?"

The little tour guide shook his head dejectedly, led them into the exhibition hall, and explained all the way, while Xia Yun looked at the familiar and unfamiliar unearthed cultural relics, thinking that the choice of funeral objects was really careless. Did you come in to recharge?

The little tour guide spoke dryly, but it turned out that only the two old ones were still flattering, asking about the purpose of some utensils from time to time, and the two young people ignored his stubble at all. The other one couldn't pay any attention, and he also felt bored, so he cheered up and said, "This tomb was discovered when the Chenshan tunnel was being built, and there is no trace of being stolen. You can see that there are jade wares buried in the display cabinet over there." And the gold and silver ornaments, there is no defect, Qi Qi is missing after the princess's body."

Lu Yuanfei finally gave him a look and asked, "Could it be the Clothes Tomb?"

The little tour guide scratched his head and replied: "Now the opinions of the experts are divided into two groups, one group thinks it is a clothes tomb, and the other group thinks that according to the historical records of the princess's birth and death year, she was indeed buried in this area, and it is not a top-notch mausoleum. There's no need for a cloak mound."

"Of course there are discussions about this on the Internet." The little tour guide led them to the innermost showcase, pointing to two lumps of rusted silverware and said, "There are two silverware of unknown use in the coffin of the princess. I don't know what they are. The intention is that the netizens said that the princess may have been dissected into a fairy, leaving behind two magic weapons."

This is even more unreliable, Lu Yuanfei stared at the two "magic weapons", solid silver wheels the size of jade plates, connected by a horizontal bar in the middle, no matter how familiar they looked, he looked down at Xia Yunze who was leaning on him, Ask softly: "Do you think this is a bit like..."

The corners of Xia Yunze's mouth twitched, and his eyeballs were trampled on like never before: "It's not like...this is..."

The imagination of netizens is still bound by the four words of unearthed cultural relics, and they fail to see through this blatant darkness under the lights.

"This riding horse is a pair of dumbbells..." His chest was full of energy and blood, and his words were like gossamer, the sky was spinning, his eyes went dark, and he fell into Lu Yuanfei's arms.

"Yun Ze!"

"son!"

"Hey!"

The surrounding voices were noisy, but they could not be heard clearly. It was as if he was on a cold and windy cliff, with an abyss beneath his feet.

The instantaneously changing air current lifted him up and dropped him, like a piece of duckweed, being played by fate in the palm of his hand.

The weightless feeling of falling appeared again, and he fell into the bottomless darkness amidst the sound of hunting wind, terrified and helpless.

until someone took his hand.