intoxicating

——Ancient text——

On the evening of the third day after discussing with Ye Rong, Gong Lingxi got the so-called script.

With the lessons learned from the past, Gong Lingxi was ready to watch the romantic drama of dog blood, but the other party was caught off guard, not the romantic drama of dog blood, but the drama of dog blood rose.

So Gong Lingxi found Ye Rong, and asked a serious question, "Do I need to cross-dress?"

Ye Rong said, "I'll go ask them."

Gong Lingxi waited at the table, and a few minutes later, Ye Rong replied, "They said they would make a decision after seeing the person."

On the second day, Gong Lingxi met the people sent by the Ancient Characters Research Institute, all girls. The two sides knew each other, and Gong Lingxi finally raised her own question again.

Several girls gathered together to discuss.

"I think that tall man is very aura, very suitable for the role of Emperor Gong."

"Muscles all over, no elegance."

"What about the one next to it?"

The girl pointed to Geng Huang who was full of displeasure.

"This temper is not good, it is more suitable to play the violent prince."

"But we don't have the role of prince."

"Then there are only two left, one Xiaoyoushou, and one, uh, he seemed to threaten me with his eyes just now."

"Where?" The girl poked her head curiously, thought for a while, and said, "He is quite suitable for the role of a musician."

"Not weak enough."

"Weakness can rely on makeup, the important thing is temperament."

Everyone made a decision in unison, and then started a new round of discussion.

"Still haven't found the actor to attack."

"If only the big guy was a little thinner."

"In my opinion, it's more likely that the stinky face will be transformed."

The more the girls discussed, the louder their voices became. The four of Gong Lingxi were extremely embarrassed. As the only female member, Ye Rong wanted to cover her mouth and snigger.

Swipe and the door is pulled open.

The girls closest to the door shut their mouths and looked back, then everyone stopped talking and looked towards the door together.

"You are the one."

The president of the Ancient Characters Research Institute slapped the table to make a decision, and the surroundings became quieter.

"Miya Lingxi, can you explain the current situation?"

"Classmate? Then he is..."

A girl had already guessed something and took a sneak peek at their president, but the president still looked fearless and didn't realize what he had just done.

And Gong Lingxi, like a primary school student who made a mistake, walked up to Yan Qingyao and explained the ins and outs of the incident.

Yan Qingyou rubbed his chin, "So it's a drama."

"How about it, do you want to try it?" The president of the Ancient Characters Research Institute stepped across the distance of the table, and the hem of the skirt also curved with the large movement.

Everyone's jaws dropped in shock. If it was a misunderstanding just now, it's plucking the hair on the tiger's head now.

"Supporting student activities is also part of the teacher's responsibility."

In short, Yan Qingyao agreed.

In the dormitory a few days later, Gong Lingxi recited her lines depressedly, "Why do you think he agreed?"

Huajian put down the game console, her eyes sparkled, "Then I'll explain to them and ask them to change to someone else."

"Who?"

Moving away from the script and making eye contact, Gong Lingxi suddenly felt that this arrangement was not unacceptable.

"Um, you don't need to recite the lines?" The topic changed very abruptly.

"Enemy prince."

In just four words, Huajian's resentment was clearly conveyed.

"Then let's check the lines."

The role played by Huajian is a prince and the boss of the protagonist musician. He raises the protagonist in the palace and teaches him music theory and assassination methods for the purpose of assassination.

The other protagonist is the target of the assassination, the emperor of the enemy country. After ten years of training, the musician finally learned all the kung fu, and successfully mixed into the imperial court, becoming the most beloved musician of the monarch.

Everything went very smoothly, except for one thing that was miscalculated——feelings.

The musician was emotionally moved by the emperor, and he refused to do it for a long time, while the prince on the other side couldn't wait for the news of the successful assassination, so he was so anxious that he sent someone to remind him.

Mixed between feelings and family and country hatred, musicians have to make a choice.

That night, he finally walked into the emperor's palace, carrying the zither with the hidden sharp blade.

His hesitation cost him his chance, and he decides to leave alone.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the emperor showed his love for him.

His hesitation once again made him miss his best chance to leave.A few days later, someone reported, the evidence was conclusive, and he was taken to prison.

Instead of dying, he lost his hearing and became a canary in prison forever.

The story ended here, Gong Lingxi closed the script and let out a sigh of relief.

Even though he knew it was a bloody drama, he still sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Hua Jian asked.

"This emperor is really contradictory."

"where?"

"He locked the musician in the palace, so he also bound himself."

"But you are acting as a musician, why don't you think about this poor musician."

"I disagree."

If it were him, he would either fulfill his duties as an assassin and repay the prince for his sacrifices, or run away and find a corner where no one was around to save his life. If he was to die, he would die. Of course, the choice is more than these two, but hesitating, nothing can be done. .

"When they hear that, they're going to explode."

This refers to the members of the Ancient Characters Research Society. This is their proud work. It took months of archaeological research to complete the details.

"What do you say they are studying every day?"

"Dog blood drama?"

"except this."

Seeing Gong Lingxi's serious expression, Hua Jian stopped joking, "Ancient characters."

"When exactly?"

"It may be hundreds of years ago, or it may be thousands of years ago. Of course, according to their script, the biggest possibility is a backward civilization tens of thousands of years ago, before the establishment of the empire."

Although Huajian can play the musical instruments of thousands of years ago, she doesn't know much about what happened at that time, and she doesn't want to know.

This is the attitude of most people. Tens of thousands of years ago, what an ignorant era, after understanding it, it is useless.

Gong Lingxi is different. According to the information he knows, the ancient times mentioned by these people are similar to the time he lived in. The emperor is the ruler of the world, and the land he owns is similar to that of the current governor.

For a long time, human beings lived on their own planets and did not communicate with each other.

Until the rapid development of science and technology, human beings realized interstellar travel, more civilizations appeared, and at the same time, there were a large number of races different from human beings.

Among these alien races, humans are the weakest race, but they have learned to develop weapons.

With the development of the times, alien races have also learned to use weapons, while humans have evolved a special ability, and it is this ability that enhances the possibility of humans fighting alone.

These are taught in the history class, and Gong Lingxi has memorized them fluently, but he doesn't care about these now, he wants to know the so-called ancient times, the characters, customs, and political systems there.

Hearing that Gong Lingxi wanted to borrow books from the Ancient Characters Research Society, the president made the decision happily.

"Then do you want to join us?"

With one foot on the stool and hands resting casually on his knees, this president lacks the elegance of a literary youth.

"I will think about it."

"Well, I'll wait for your answer..." The president patted Gong Lingxi on the shoulder, "By the way, come and ask me if you don't understand anything, this is the treatment of a member."

After getting the desired information and a comparison dictionary, Gong Lingxi will study these ancient books when she has time.

The text was simpler than he thought, but it wasn't the kind he was familiar with.

"Are there any older written materials?"

"Older..." The president dug out a pile of materials from the bookshelf, and a thin layer of dust accumulated on the materials, "These written materials have not yet been classified, and the originals have been lost. To be honest, we don't know which era they came from." , looking at the development of characters, it should be when civilization was just established, there were still many pictographic characters."

Gong Lingxi was overjoyed, this was exactly the text he was looking for.

Those materials come from different sources, and the characters used are not uniform. If you arrange them into a table, you can find that there are many similar characters.

There was a period in history that Gong Lingxi did not catch up with. When he was born, the script had been unified, mainly running script and regular script.

But he was lucky, the time was similar, and he had access to some materials.

Combined with these materials, half-guessed and half-deliberated, after a month, Gong Lingxi can probably figure out the information recorded in these materials.

This is an ancient history book, which records the history of the four kingdoms before. The four families were not divided, but ruled by another country.

Gong Lingxi already knew about these things, and he also learned about that period of history from Ji Wang.

Reviewing history does not make him tremble with excitement, but in another world, seeing familiar content has a different meaning.

And the more ancient characters he deciphered, the greater the horror in his heart.

Those memories that had long been buried in her mind were dug out, Gong Lingxi stayed up all night, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words on the materials would jump into her mind, compare and translate them with those on the bamboo slips.

"Sensual Drunk"

Those who learn this method must be the descendants of our clan.If there is a foreigner practicing, then the body will die and the god will perish.

The curse at the beginning made Gong Lingxi's heart a little cold. Although there are scientific proofs that the ancient curse is just a coincidence, the place where he lives is quite strange, and some things cannot be understood by current scientific methods.

Moreover, the longevity clan is a mythical existence, the rumor of Hua Qiong's immortality, and the face of the national teacher who has not changed for more than ten years.

Sensual intoxication comes from the longevity clan, and those who can meet the conditions must also be from the longevity clan. Now Xiagong Lingxi understands a mystery that has not been solved for a century.

Although the Zi family has acquired sensual intoxication, no one can learn it.

But now the national teacher burned it to himself. Does this mean that he is also a member of the longevity clan?

This conjecture caused Gong Lingxi to be out of her mind for many days, not online in class, bumping into a street light while walking, Huajian knew something was wrong without needing to sense it.

During club activities, many more people discovered this abnormality.

"What happened to Lingxi?" Shang Liu was very worried.

"Too much adrenaline."

"girlfriend?"

To make a friend who has always been calm, he must be single for many years and finally have a girlfriend, Shang Liu thought so.

"I don't see it..." Ye Rong said.

"Then what do you think it looks like?" Shang Liu asked.

"Like you got an S-class mecha."

"But I don't have an S-class mecha."

"Just hypothetical."

Shang Liu was stunned, "Lingxi is finally interested in mechas."

Huajian was speechless, "The point is not the mecha."

"How long are you going to stay there chattering?" Geng Huang was furious. He was already very dissatisfied when he was dragged into acting. He was still playing the role of the chief guard, who couldn't do anything but be a stake.

Behind him was a row of guards, all of whom were members of the Ancient Characters Research Society.

This is a role that Shang Liu is quite envious of, but I don't know what kind of grudge this president has against him, but he actually assigned him the role of an informer, and it was the musician played by Lingxi who framed him. ?

"Okay, everyone returns to their respective positions..." Yan Qingyao stopped in time, "There is still the last scene."

Putting down the script book, Yan Qingyao walked up to Gong Lingxi, "You want to play this role well now, can you do it?"

"Yes..." Gong Lingxi withdrew her thoughts, but when she saw the word "musician" in the script book, her thoughts still tended to drift away.

I am now an assassin, a spy sent by the enemy country, or the musician caught in a dilemma, not Ran Yan, not the court luthier of the Lan Dynasty.

What I want to do is not to save my life, not to deal with troubled times, nor to study the art of piano.

It's about loving, hating, and suffering, following the footsteps of fate, and then throwing away fate, whether life or death is up to him, he is a pawn of others.

Feeling really uncomfortable thinking about it like this, Gong Lingxi let out a breath, her complexion turned heavy.

Seeing that Gong Lingxi's mood changed so quickly, Shang Liu was secretly dumbfounded. His friend turned out to be talented as an actor.