Chapter 1: Resurrection of the Dead

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Zhao Lande has been reviewing the historical materials of the early Qing Dynasty in the past few days, because the date she agreed with Professor Song Weinian is getting closer, and this date is destined to become the most important moment for Zhao Lande and him to witness the historical ring in this life: because she will become the last person in the "Peony Pavilion" project - codenamed Suzaku. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Zhao Lande, 26 years old, from Nanjing, works as an administrator for a foreign company in Beijing.

The acquaintance with Song Weinian was a month ago, Zhao Lande went to find him, he didn't know Zhao Lande, but Zhao Lande knew him.

"Song Weinian, male, 29 years old, from Tongliao, Inner Mongolia, is a double doctor of biology and physics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, one of the Ivy League Ivies in the United States, dedicated to the study of the molecular structure and relativity of the human body."

Zhao Lan had to tell the other party's information and inventory like a newspaper subtitle, and the handsome man standing in front of her who looked like Song Chengxian had a trace of panic in his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm, Zhao Lan didn't wait for him to speak, and continued.

"Two years ago, he finally created a parallel space intruder, which was originally used to explore two-dimensional and four-dimensional space, but it was surprisingly found that he could travel through time and space, so he started the experiment of time and space travel, this experiment is called the 'Peony Pavilion' project, and the first person in the plan is a strange woman named Helan Xin."

Song Weinian still didn't speak, and after being silent for a minute, he suddenly smiled slyly.

"Beauty, did you somehow run to my house just to tell me who I am? I'm sorry, but you've run out of one minute because I'm only given one minute to meet guests. ā€

After speaking, with a wave of his left hand, after a gust of wind, the door was about to be closed, at this moment, Zhao Lan had to block with his right hand, and then pushed with his palm, and the door was successfully stopped by her from closing, but reopened.

Song Weinian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he re-examined her, "You know karate?" ā€

"You're wrong, that's taekwondo, a black belt nine dan." This time, Zhao Lan had to smile slyly, how did he know that she was only a red belt at best, and the black belt was robbed of the coach and pretended to be self-photographed.

"Well, that's okay with me."

"Don't you want to continue the 'Peony Pavilion' project?"

This sentence seemed to hit Song Weinian's pain point, he grabbed Zhao Lande's arm and pulled her into the room, and before she could react, she heard the heavy sound of the door closing behind her.

The first thing Song Weinian did when he dragged Zhao Lande into the house was to put her against the wall, looking at her with his face almost against her, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard movement in the corridor, and pulled her to the sofa in the living room.

Zhao Lan instinctively stood up, but before he could fully stand up, he was forced back to the single sofa seat by Song Weinian's bowed body, he propped his hands on the armrests on both sides of her, lowered his head and looked down at her, her raised head was just at the same level as him, and the distance would not exceed three centimeters.

Zhao Lande had to face Song Weinian's eyes, there was a pair of purple pupils under his thick straight eyebrows, somehow, Zhao Lande actually thought of the ghost baby Huazi, that feeling was too cautious, she quickly lowered her head, and was even afraid that he would get closer, and deliberately put her hands against his shoulders.

Song Weinian shook off Zhao Lande's hands and pinched her chin so that she had to raise her head again, facing his purple pupils had become less important, because the top priority was that Zhao Lande's lips almost touched Song Weinian's lips.

A fragrant hot breath hit the tip of Zhao Lande's nose with his breath, and his eyebrows raised: "How did you know about the 'Peony Pavilion' plan?" Only Helan and I know about this plan, and there is no way that a third person will know about it. ā€

"You let go of your hand first."

After Song Weinian let go of his hand, he actually sat opposite Zhao Lande very gentlemanly, and the soul-stirring "bullying" just now was like two people, and Zhao Lande also sat up straight at this time.

"Because I have seen Helan Xin, it is in the Shenyang Palace Museum."

"When?"

"Last September."

"There is another thing that you may be more interested in, she came out of Guan Ju Palace and was naked."

This time, Zhao Lande didn't see the kind of horror she expected in his eyes, his eyes always looked at Zhao Lande, as if he knew that he could find the answer from her.

"Looks like you made a deal with her, right?"

"That's not true, she just thinks it's better to block my mouth than to make headlines, and I also helped her find clothes, which can be regarded as a courtesy."

"She told you everything? Including over there? ā€

"It's not true, it's just about you and the plan, and there's another sentence that was specifically told to me, she said that she had seen me too, over there."

"What?" Song Weinian looked frightened, and then he seemed to have figured out something again, and said with a smile: "Providence is so, it is really providential, it seems that you should indeed come to me." ā€

Zhao Lan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, "But why did you embarrass me like that just now?" ā€

"Am I wrong with you?"

"Isn't it?"

"Oh, you're saying I teased you."

At this time, Song Weinian put away his smile, propped his hands on the coffee table between him and Zhao Lande, and leaned forward suddenly, this time Zhao Lande stubbornly did not avoid him, didn't his purpose just want to provoke her, then she didn't let him be proud, so Zhao Lande looked at him motionlessly.

Unexpectedly, he said: "tooyoungtoosimple, do you really think I teased you because you are good-looking?" Have you ever thought that if this is in the deep palace, in front of the emperor, do you still dare to speak up? You can't even stand this little bit of a man's fur, if this is in the Qing court drama, you will definitely not survive the cannon fodder in the first episode. ā€

"But what are you telling me all this for?"

"Haven't you always wondered what the 'Peony Pavilion' project is? Then I'll tell you now. The so-called 'Peony Pavilion', as its name suggests, is 'borrowing the corpse to return the soul', borrowing the corpse of the ancients to restore your own soul, plus the Qiankun shifts, the stars shift, you are restored from modern times to the age of the existence of the corpse, and the experimenters who participated in the program have a code name, called 'Suzaku'. ā€

"Isn't that a crossing?"

"But this kind of crossing is involuntary and irreversible, that is to say, you can't go back to modern times at any time, unless the end of your physical life, your mission will be completed, and you will naturally be sent back by history, otherwise you will always stay in ancient times, and this technology is currently only in the experimental stage, and Zhao Lande has no intention of announcing it to the world at all."

Song Weinian paused, and then said: "Because there are too many flaws, and danger often coexists with flaws. ā€

"Then what's going on with Helan Xin? Why are you using her as a test subject? ā€

Song Weinian looked at Zhao Lande with contemptuous eyes, and quickly retracted his gaze and replied, "Have you always made such unthinking conclusions?" really responded to that sentence, with a big chest and no brains. ā€

Zhao Lan had to subconsciously look down, but he didn't go away, but his chest was a little swollen, and he suddenly blushed like a pig's liver, and quickly pulled a pillow to block his chest.

When he looked at Song Weinian again, he didn't look at himself anymore, at this time, the sunset outside the window spilled into the wall of the living room, the angle was just right, and his tone suddenly became serious: "If it weren't for you, Helan Xin would have been my first and only one planned object." ā€

"Is she that special?"

"If you've heard her old stories, you wouldn't think so."

"Tell me, after all, she brought me in, and I'm very interested in her affairs."

Song Weinian's eyes returned to Zhao Lande, and in the end there were only eight words: "I'll take you to a place." ā€

Fortunately, the road is not very blocked, they walked straight along the embassy road to the West Street, turned into an alley and came to the end, Song Weinian pointed to a plaque on the upper right and said, "Arrived, this is it", then Zhao Lan had to look up and find that there was a hole here, and then look at a few Song characters on the plaque, writing: Dunhuang Fire Palace.

What made Zhao Lan cry and laugh the most was that there were two statues of the second dwarf standing at the door, it turned out that this was a hot pot restaurant, it turned out that Song Weinian was serious but he was coming to eat, although she knew the answer, she still couldn't help asking, "This is the place you said?" ā€

"Yes, I'm hungry." Song Weinian never looked at her, his expression was very calm, and he unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt on his left and right hands as he walked inside, as if the president had brought his assistant to talk about business instead of eating.

Zhao Lande felt very helpless about this, "Can you talk well?" ā€

But he said sincerely: "Eating is a very important thing for me, because all my work is based on my brainpower, so I often feel hungry. ā€

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