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This cave is very dry, Qin Nuan came to the second conclusion, sure enough, it is for storing weapons, and the owner of this original valley is very good at choosing a place.

After walking about thirty-one or two steps, the torch in his hand suddenly floated, and the front suddenly widened, like a stone room.

The four of them stood at the mouth of the stone chamber and looked at this stone chamber, which was no more than 14 or 5 steps long and only 10 steps wide, like a natural stone cave, slightly flattening the cave wall.

There is a stone couch against the wall on the left side of the stone room, and there is a stone table in front of the couch, and there is a paper book in the middle of the stone table.

See the books again!

Everyone walked over lightly, but they didn't dare to move, for fear of moving, and the paper that looked good suddenly disappeared.

Li Yi couldn't help but say loudly: "It's convenient to cut the paper into neat squares and sew it into a book like this!"

Qin Nuan suddenly remembered that he didn't feel strange when he looked at the booklet bound like this, but Li Yi and Yi Yi and the others would definitely feel strange, because at this time, everyone was still using scrolls, and there were no booklets one by one.

For a while, several people did not dare to approach the stone table, for fear that the precious record would be "blown away by popularity".

The wall facing the stone table is extremely flat and smooth, and there is a portrait of a man drawn with a very delicate ink pen.

Time is too long, the ink color is dim, the people painted on the stone wall, can still see their faces are extremely beautiful and handsome, trimming eyebrows and phoenix eyes, if you are not smiling, the clothes are in the wind, if you stop, at a glance, you can't take your eyes off, people can't help but want to taste and figure it out, can't help but want to imagine and restore the style of the Si people from the ink color that has been dim and withered.

Qin Nuan and Li Yi were still looking at the painting carefully, and Ding Yin had already read out the two lines next to the portrait loudly: "Fenghuang Fenghuang, why don't you fly back to your hometown?"

Yi Miao sighed slightly and said, "Tsk, it's Murong Chong!"

Ding Yin turned around and asked, "Who is Murong Chong?"

The three of them all raised their eyebrows and looked at him in surprise at the same time, this thing didn't even know who Murong Chong was?

Ding Yin said confidently: "I don't read much!"

Yi Miao stroked his forehead and sighed, and gave him a brief popularization of relevant knowledge.

Murong Chong, the small character Fenghuang, a Xianbei person, during the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms period, the son of Murong Jun, the former Yanjing Zhao Emperor. After Qianyan was destroyed by the former Qin, Murong Chong was only twelve years old, and was possessed by the former Qin Heavenly King Fu Jian because of his beauty, and his sister Princess Qinghe were favored. Three years later, Fu Jian sent Murong Chong to Pingyang as a taishou. Later, after another ten years, Murong Chong raised troops, fought to Chang'an, captured Chang'an City, and established himself as the emperor, but a year later, because Murong Chong did not want to return to the hometown of the Xianbei people in Hebei, he was killed by his subordinates in mutiny, and Hebei was the territory of his uncle Murong Chui. After his death, he was named "Emperor Wei" by his successor.

After listening to Yiyi's brief introduction to Murong Chong's life, Ding Yin let out an "oh" and said, "It's so pitiful! ”

Qin Nuan sighed, I don't know if Murong Chong is the most beautiful man in history, but he is definitely the most beautiful man in history, his life is full of blood, very tragic, born in the royal family, but he died at a young age and suffered humiliation and bitterness, and then killed madly after occupying Chang'an because of his former shame...... and then finally had a home that he couldn't go back to, and all the suffocating elements were taken up by him.

Alluring the city and the country, in just 20 years of life, like fireworks dazzling, and like brooms and stars, all beauties are compared to scum. Taoism says that it is the Phoenix Star King who made a mistake and was demoted to be robbed, Buddhism calls it the reincarnation of Asura, the so-called Shura jade face, white clothes win snow, and the sword points to Chang'an. According to legend, he went into battle without armor and only wore a fluttering white robe......

Li Yi said: "This painting is probably painted by Murong Chong's confidante, and this confidante is probably the owner of the valley that was originally built!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the stone and said, "Look!"

On the desk of the stone table, there are countless large and small written with an ink pen, or scribbled or upright "Phoenix Emperor", densely overlapped, covering the entire case, but the ink has been dimmed, and covered with a layer of light gray, as if this case is a light ink tone, everyone went to see the portrait on the opposite side before, and did not pay attention.

Yi Yi sighed again: "Acacia has entered the bones!"

As soon as the woman thought about it, she couldn't help but pick up a pen and write the word "Fenghuang" on the desk, so that the ink characters covered the entire desk, layer after layer......

Qin Nuan stared at the booklet, she knew that it must be able to explain all this.

Li Yi was entangled for a while, and said, "Open it and take a look!

If you don't open it, you don't know what is written in it, but what if it doesn't break after opening it? If it must be broken, there is no way to solve it now, so it's better to gamble.

Li Yi felt that the things here seemed to have something to do with Qin Nuan, and if Qin Nuan did it, it must have the best effect and luckier......

So Qin Nuan walked to the back of the small table, held his breath, and carefully opened the booklet that had become very yellow.

Yi Yi and Li Yi were lightly moved, not daring to drive a little airflow, and stood beside her with bated breath, staring at the book with burning eyes.

Qin Nuan opened the book very lightly and slowly...... The cover is thick, seemingly some kind of leather, and when the cover is opened, there is a blank title page, and in the lower left corner of the title page is the word "Ling Li" written vertically, probably the name of the owner of the booklet.

Qin Nuan gently opened the title page again.

Didn't crumble into slag!

Yi Miao and Li Yi happily exchanged a look.

Qin Nuan's hand trembled slightly, his heart thumped again, and he was so excited that he wanted to cry: this paper is smooth and fine, and it is clearly a well-made writing paper in later generations!

It is no wonder that it has not decayed into ashes, not only because of advanced technology and good workmanship, but also because of antiseptic ingredients.

Although the pages in this are decayed yellow, you can still see the straight and thin lattice lines, and there are extremely delicate printed patterns on the edges!

This is a well-made diary for generations to come!

The lines of ink on the top are beautiful lines and words written with a hard pen!

Sure enough, Li Yi couldn't help but ask softly, "What kind of pen did she use to write this?"

Qin Nuan didn't dare to say anything about "pens" and "diaries", this was difficult to explain, she shook her head lightly, indicating that she didn't know.

At the beginning of this first page, it is written "Fenghuang Fenghuang! I miss you!" in a row, all of which are the same words and the same meaning.

Yi Miao couldn't help but say, "It's so straightforward!"

Flipping back again, it is still full of "Phoenix Emperor" and full of thoughts, with tears in every word, and every sentence is like crying blood......

“…… Fenghuang, Fenghuang, why don't you fly back to your hometown? Fenghuang, you can't go back, you have no hometown...... I can't go back, and I don't have my hometown...... Without you, I would be homeless......"

"Fenghuang, I shouldn't have asked you to call me Ah Li...... You shouldn't call me Ah Li."

“…… Why should I call Ling Li such a name!"

"I threw away the reincarnation jade ring, I put it on the most prosperous street in Chang'an, I don't know who will pick it up......"

Ah, reincarnation of the jade ring, a few people were in high spirits.

--- (To be continued.) )