[Wu Zetian colleagues] Wu Lingchun

Shaanxi, Xianyang, an archaeological research institute.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" came the knock on the door.

The people in the house didn't notice it, and they were all focused on the work at hand.

The person who knocked on the door opened the door and entered.

"Senior Sister! Are you still busy? I just made a meal for you, braised pork ribs, and roast beef..."

The person who came was a young girl in her early 20s. She enthusiastically picked out the rice and vegetables from the insulated lunch box and put them on the table, and introduced them in a nonchalant manner.

The smell of food wafted over, interrupting the thoughts of the young woman who was busy on the workbench.

The young woman looked about 23 or [-] years old, her skin was as white as snow, her facial features were very classic and beautiful, but she didn't wear makeup, and her black hair was tied neatly behind her head.

She glanced at the workbench occupied by the insulated lunch box, and frowned: "Why are you putting it here again?"

The voice is neither high nor low, and there is a sense of rigor in the gentleness.

The girl who came to cook for her stuck out her tongue: "I forgot..."

The young woman glanced at her: "I will remember it in the future. You are so rough, and the boss saw it, so I don't mention you!"

"Understood!" The little girl hurriedly packed up the rice and vegetables spread on the workbench.

Before moving away, I still didn't forget to take a peek at her senior sister: "Thank you, Senior Sister Shangguan!"

"For those who have thanked me so many times, it's better for you to have a longer memory." Shangguan Huiwen smiled at her.

Then he said seriously: "It's not a joke to defile the cultural relics!"

"Know-know-got-" The little girl elongated her voice, and hugged Shangguan Huiwen's arm with her two free hands, shaking and shaking, as if she was acting like a baby.

Shangguan Huiwen's body froze, and he broke free without a trace.

"What time is it? Is it time for dinner?" She changed the subject.

Shangguan Huiwen is not used to having such intimate contact with others, even if the other party is a young girl who doesn't know much about the world.

However, even if he doesn't like it, Shangguan Huiwen doesn't want to hurt the self-esteem of this lively little girl for no reason.

But the little girl didn't realize it, and still said enthusiastically: "No! It's almost dark, senior sister, you are still busy! If I work half as hard as you, my parents will burn incense!"

Shangguan Huiwen smiled.

She and this little girl are both graduate students led by Professor Zhou from the History Department of X University.

The difference is that Shangguan Huiwen has already completed her third year of graduate school, while this little girl named Ren Huan has just started her first year of graduate school.

Many people go to graduate school to have a good academic record, or even to improve the face of their parents, such as Ren Huan.There are only a few people who go to graduate school because of love, such as Shangguan Huiwen.

During the college entrance examination that year, Shangguan Huiwen chose his favorite history department without any suspense, and was admitted as a graduate student of Professor Zhou before graduating from university.

Because Professor Zhou's research direction is Tang history, and Tang history, especially early Tang history, is a piece of history that Shangguan Huiwen loves and even obsesses with.

She soon became Professor Zhou's most proud student, and was loved by Professor Zhou because of her calm personality and rigorous academic research, and gradually became Professor Zhou's right-hand man.

This time, Shangguan Huiwen, together with Professor Zhou and the archaeological team, entered the institute to assist the archaeological team in the auxiliary work of Shangguan Zhaorong's tomb that was just excavated not long ago.

Shangguan Zhaorong, also known as Shangguan Wan'er, was one of the most famous women in Wu Zetian's period, and was known as the "female figure".

Shangguan Huiwen never thought that one day, she would see the tomb of this heroine in history with her own eyes.

In the past, Shangguan Huiwen's ideal in life was to personally excavate the Qianling tomb where Wu Zetian and Tang Gaozong were buried together.

Who would have thought that Shangguan Wan'er's tomb would be discovered suddenly?

When she just received a call from Professor Zhou asking her to pack her luggage and prepare to come together, Shangguan Huiwen felt a little turmoil in his heart.

As a researcher of the history of the early Tang Dynasty, Shangguan Huiwen is very familiar with those brilliant figures in the early Tang Dynasty.

Shangguan Wan'er made her feel a special sense of familiarity——

Shangguan Wan'er's posthumous title is "Hui Wen", does this count as her special fate with her?

Shangguan Huiwen didn't think it was unlucky that his name had the same posthumous name as an ancient man's.

Familiar with history, she has long understood what vicissitudes are.In the long river of history, every individual is a tiny speck of dust, too tiny and fragile to be worth mentioning.

She just loves history, and studying history makes her happy.

As for the other things, such as the relationship with the female figure, because of the name connection, Shangguan Huiwen felt that she and the history of the early Tang Dynasty were very destined.

"Senior Sister, what are you studying?" When Shangguan Huiwen was sitting at the table next to him and preparing to eat, Ren Huan curiously searched for the workbench.

Ren Huan's parents are teachers at X University, and they are also friends of Professor Zhou. Because of affection, Professor Zhou dislikes her impatience, and occasionally supports her when there are important projects.

In addition, Ren Huan had just entered graduate school, and Professor Zhou would not usually entrust her with important work.

She has a lively personality, so it's no surprise that she is curious about Shangguan Huiwen's work.

Shangguan Huiwen is like her little sister, also a student of Professor Zhou, Shangguan Huiwen doesn't mind giving advice to Ren Huan.

"It's a photo of the cultural relics found in the tomb not long ago." Shangguan Huiwen said.

"Really?" Ren Huan became interested, and couldn't help but leaned over to the workbench, flipping through a stack of photos of cultural relics.

"Do you want us to help with the appraisal?" Ren Huan asked while watching.

"Identify first, then restore cultural relics." Shangguan Huiwen replied.

"What is this? A ring?" Ren Huan was attracted by a photo.

"During the Tang Dynasty, there would still be rings of this style!" Ren Huan fiddled with the photos curiously.

Shangguan Huiwen couldn't remember how many times he had seen the photo she was holding. Every time he looked at it, a strange wave would stir up in Shangguan Huiwen's heart.

"Many things in history may be unknown to us." Shangguan Huiwen said with a calm expression.

She can only say this, and only by trying her best to maintain such an expression, can she not let her emotions rush to the edge of losing control again.

In the early Tang Dynasty, how could there be such a style of ring?

The suet white jade ring shows how fine the materials were when it was manufactured. Even after more than 1000 years, even in the photos, it still cannot conceal its elegance.

Shangguan Huiwen's heart was beaten violently again——

In the early Tang Dynasty!How could there be a ring like the ring that is common now?

Even if the phoenix pattern is wrapped around the ring surface, showing the ancient meaning of this ring, it is still impossible to ignore its unique style.

Such an ancient relic was excavated from the tombs of celebrities in the early Tang Dynasty. Once it is announced, what kind of upsurge of discussion will it cause!

Do not!This is not enough!

Shangguan Huiwen suppressed his excitement.

The reason why she was excited was not only because of the style of this ring, but also because of the faint handwriting on the inside of the ring in the photo.

Shangguan Huiwen was sure that it was a character, not a decorative pattern.

She has learned calligraphy since she was a child, and years of historical research and training have made her familiar with ancient characters in various fonts.

And the words on the ring in the photo are too similar to... some kind of font that was popular in the early Tang Dynasty——

Feibai body!

Shangguan Huiwen groaned in his head.

It was as if a heavy door had been rumbled open.

Feibai, isn't that Wu Zetian's best and favorite calligraphy font?

As for Shangguan Wan'er, she served Wu Zetian all her life and drafted imperial edicts for Wu Zetian for decades, which was highly regarded by Wu Zetian.

So, this ring, and the words on this ring, will it be the same as Wu Zetian...

"It's so beautiful! It would be great if I could see this ring with my own eyes!" Ren Huan said suddenly, not knowing the ups and downs in Shangguan Huiwen's heart.

See for yourself...

See for yourself!

Such simple four words couldn't get out of Shangguan Huiwen's head.

She suddenly had a terrible and bold idea...

"Senior Sister? What's wrong with you?" Ren Huan looked at Shangguan Huiwen in a daze without knowing it.

"No, it's okay... Let's eat!" Shangguan Huiwen forced out a smile that couldn't be called a smile.

Ren Huan raised an eyebrow, but didn't take it seriously.

She didn't see that Shangguan Huiwen was trying to cover his trembling hands.

late at night.

A dark shadow appeared at the entrance of Shangguan Zhaorong's tomb.

Relying on her memory, she groped for the entrance.

Because the excavation is still in progress, the entrance to the tomb has not been sealed.

Shangguan Huiwen passed the inspection in advance by relying on the pass issued by the archaeological team.

She hid nearby until late at night, and only when everyone left, she sneaked into the tomb passage.

The night is cold as water.

A gust of night wind blew through Shangguan Huiwen's clothes.

Her clothes were already drenched with sweat from tension and conflicts.Now being blown by the wind, it feels cool to the core.

Because he has participated in archaeological work with Professor Zhou for many years, Shangguan Huiwen did not feel afraid.

She just felt guilty—

Because of her irrepressible curiosity, she violated the principles that an archaeologist should follow.

Who would have thought that Shangguan Huiwen, who had been placed with infinite high hopes, would sneak into the mausoleum one day like a tomb robber?

Shangguan Huiwen was tormented by self-blame.

She felt sorry for Professor Zhou's trust and cultivation of her.

But no matter how guilty she is, no matter what she will face in the future, she will do this!

Because... because of that photo, the words in the strangely shaped ring on that photo reminded her of a certain word that was not evolved like most words, but was created——

Zhao!

The sun and the moon volley in the sky!

It was that person, the only female emperor in Chinese history, Wu Zetian, who created the characters.

That word, like a huge magnet, lures the heart of little Shangguan Huiwen, making her unable to do crazy things.

Because the excavation is not over yet, and the cultural relics in the tomb have not been transferred out, so if you go in now, you will have the opportunity to see the real, original objects.

Shangguan Huiwen tightened his coat.

She turned on the wolf-eye flashlight, "creak—" and the hiking shoes stepped on the dirt under her feet.

Shangguan Huiwen suddenly felt a sense of trance, as if his foot had stepped into a vortex of time and space.

Time is running out, no time to think.

Shangguan Huiwen stepped up his pace.

She carefully bypassed every place that might damage the cultural relics, and walked deeper and deeper along the passage left by the archaeological team.

Suddenly, Shangguan Huiwen was attracted by a certain existence and stopped in his tracks.

Her eyes fell on the wall next to the tomb.

There, according to the burial practice, there should be murals describing the life of the owner of the tomb, but for some unknown reason, they disappeared mottledly.

Previously, the archaeological team came to a preliminary conclusion: this tomb of Shangguan Zhaoyi had been "officially destroyed".

So, did someone strip away the murals depicting the life of the tomb owner?

Shangguan Huiwen's heart suddenly filled with infinite melancholy, unwillingness, and an inexplicable feeling.

Her palm seemed to have self-awareness, and she touched the tomb wall.

When he realized what he had done, Shangguan Huiwen's hands froze.

This is absolutely not allowed!

These are cultural relics, and the sweat in the palm of your hand is likely to corrode and destroy them. You must wear gloves to touch them!

Shangguan Huiwen waved his hands in panic.

But accidentally, his finger was scratched by something on the wall!

Beads of blood dripped from the fingertips, landed on the wall of the tomb, flowed down, and left a red mark on the wall of the tomb...

There was a commotion in Shangguan Huiwen's mind——

Not only did she enter the ancient tomb in violation of the regulations, but she also destroyed cultural relics!

Her blood flowed on the wall of the tomb, this is an unforgivable mistake!

Shangguan Huiwen took out a tissue in a panic, trying to wipe off his own blood.

However, when the bloodstains were wiped off, what was left was not the original appearance of the tomb wall, but a... pattern!

It was clearly a narrow strip of ancient women's skirt, as if it had been cut out from a large painting.

A woman with a skirt, graceful and luxurious, looking down on the world...

Shangguan Huiwen's mind was occupied by all these sudden words.

And her body seemed to have lost control and lost her sense of existence.

She felt that she was being attracted by the big painting that might exist...