Early in the morning, Lin Xiaozhi set off to Qin Ping, who had made an appointment yesterday that he would visit today.

Qin Ping is a famous historian in Xia State, and he happened to live in Huadu, Lin Xiaozhi drove more than 20 kilometers and finally came to the villa area where Qin Ping lived.

"The decoration style of the house where the historian lives is different from the decoration style of the house where ordinary people live. Lin Xiaozhi thought as he looked at the antique single-family villa with a small garden in front of him.

Lin Xiaozhi gently pushed the door of the villa, and the gate was pushed open, Lin Xiaozhi was slightly surprised, and then walked directly through a path surrounded by flowers and came to the door of the villa.

"Ding-dong. Lin Xiaozhi rang the doorbell at the door of the villa, and stood at the door with some anticipation.

At this time, Qin Ping in the villa was concentrating on studying an ancient book in his hand. I didn't hear the doorbell that was ringed by Lin Xiaozhi at the door.

"Ding-dong......"

"Ding Dong ......" Lin Xiaozhi rang the doorbell at the door twice in a row, but still no one came out to open the door, and scratched his head with his hand in some confusion.

What's going on? Didn't you make an appointment with Qin Ping yesterday that he would come back to visit today, why did you ring the doorbell for so long but no one came to open the door? Could it be that he was not at home?

Thinking about it, Lin Xiaozhi took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found Qin Ping's phone and called.

"How so? Tsk, it shouldn't, it shouldn't. Qin Ping was looking at the history written in the ancient book and shook his head, a little puzzled, because this was completely inconsistent with the information he had collected before, and what the real history was still to be studied.

At this moment, Qin Ping's phone rang, Qin Ping hurriedly put down the ancient book in his hand and didn't look at the phone screen, and directly pressed the shutdown button to pick up the phone.

"Hey, hello. Who?" Qin Ping said to the other end of the phone.

Lin Xiaozhi on the other end of the phone squatted at the door of the villa and put the mobile phone next to his ear with his hand: "Hey, Professor Qin, I'm Lin Xiaozhi." ”

"Ah......" Qin Ping listened to Lin Xiaozhi's voice on the phone and suddenly remembered something: "Xiaozhi, didn't you say that you came to me today?

"Professor Qin, are you at home?" Lin Xiaozhi asked after licking his lips with his tongue a little depressed.

"I'm at home, I'm working on an ancient book......"

"Okay, Professor Qin, open the door, I'm at your door right now. With that, Lin Xiaozhi got up from the ground, hung up the phone, rang the doorbell again, and waited for Qin Ping to open the door for him.

When Qin Ping heard what Lin Xiaozhi said on the phone, he patted his head helplessly and hurriedly greeted him.

"Xiaozhi, you're here, wait for a long time. Hehe. Qin Ping looked at Lin Xiaozhi with some embarrassment, there was no way he forgot everything when he started working, and he couldn't change his old problem.

Lin Xiaozhi smiled: "It's okay, I just came, Professor Qin, why is the door of your house not closed?" After speaking, Lin Xiaozhi pointed to the gate of the villa behind him.

After listening to Lin Xiaozhi's words, Qin Ping slapped his forehead violently and smiled awkwardly: "I went out to buy breakfast in the morning, and met an uncle who sold books on the way. ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and motioned for Lin Xiaozhi to enter the door: "Xiaozhi, come in quickly." ”

"Hmm. Lin Xiaozhi nodded and followed Qin Ping into the villa.

"Xiaozhi, do you drink coffee or tea?"

After the two sat on the sofa, Qin Ping looked at Lin Xiaozhi and said politely.

"I don't drink tea or coffee. Saying that, Lin Xiaozhi glanced around, and said with some curiosity: "Professor Qin, are you alone in this villa?"

Qin Ping smiled and said, "There was a nanny before, and she asked for leave to return to her hometown when she had something to do." After speaking, Qin Ping picked up a box of cigarettes from the coffee table and handed it to Lin Xiaozhi: "By the way, Xiaozhi, you told me yesterday that you wanted me to help you look at something?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Lin Xiaozhi pushed the cigarette case handed over by Qin Ping and waved his hand: "I won't smoke it yet, Professor Qin, let's discuss the business first." ”

"Well, what do you want me to show you for you?" Qin Ping saw that Lin Xiaozhi didn't smoke the cigarette he handed over, and he didn't smoke it himself, but put the cigarette back on the coffee table.

"Professor Qin, do you have paper and pen here?" Lin Xiaozhi asked, glancing around.

Qin Ping nodded: "Yes, yes, I have it in the study, why don't you go to the study with me?"

"Okay, let's go. ”

Seeing that Lin Xiaozhi agreed, Qin Ping got up from the sofa, and Lin Xiaozhi also got up from the sofa and followed Qin Ping to Qin Ping's study.

As soon as the door of the study was opened, Lin Xiaozhi smelled a very strong smell of books and ink, and looked at Qin Ping's study, several bookshelves were full of books, Lin Xiaozhi glanced at it, and just saw "A Brief History of Time", "Historical Records", "King Yingzheng of Qin" and so on...... Several books on history.

Qin Ping saw that Lin Xiaozhi was a little stunned, and smiled embarrassedly: "Come, Xiaozhi, there is paper and pen here." As he spoke, he walked over to one of the desks, surrounded by bookshelves.

Lin Xiaozhi nodded and walked over, took out an oil pen from the pen holder, then took out a notebook from the desk, and began to draw with his head down.

Soon the people he and Jin Zhan saw in the projection of the crystal skull were completely drawn by him, and Lin Xiaozhi pushed the notebook in front of him to Qin Ping on the side of the desk: "Professor Qin, do you recognize the clothes worn by these people in the painting?" ”

Qin Ping picked up the painted notebook, frowned and looked down for a long time, and then suddenly ran to a bookshelf and took out a book, Qin Ping looked at the content of the book and then looked at the clothes drawn by Lin Xiaozhi on the paper, frowned and compared it seriously.

"How's it going, Professor Qin, do you know the costume drawn on this paper?" Lin Xiaozhi asked with some expectation.

"Xiao Zhi, don't worry, this comparison is a comparison, but I still have to check the information in my hand for some details. After finishing speaking, Qin Ping walked to a cabinet and took out a stack of materials.

After looking at the information for a while, he looked at Lin Xiaozhi and said, "Xiaozhi, what you drew in this book should be the people of the Youchao clan in ancient times." After finishing speaking, he paused: "The people of the Youchao clan like to wear white clothes, and their clothes are exactly the same as those drawn on the paper. ”

After listening to Qin Ping's words, Lin Xiaozhi sighed a little disappointed: "If you like to wear white clothes, then it is estimated that the painting on this painting is not from the Youchao clan in ancient times." ”

"Why? If I'm not mistaken, it should be the people of the Youchao clan in ancient times. Qin Ping affirmed.