A light like a bean.

In the darkness, a girl held a candle and looked up at a white jade gate that was almost three times as tall as hers.

The girl looks no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with willow eyebrows and starry eyes, and a little childishness between her eyebrows, but she has already seen that she must be a beauty in the future.

But at this moment, the girl's lips were tightly pursed, and there were several abrasions on the small goose egg face, and her hair was messy, looking very wolf.

"It's finally here." The girl exhaled slightly, a hint of relaxation in her voice.

After many hardships and several walks on the edge of life and death, she finally reached the door of the main tomb.

The girl's name is Lan Drunk, and the number of rounds is only fifteen this year. But what she's doing now isn't what a normal fifteen-year-old girl would do.

That's right, she's fighting backwards.

Inverted bucket is a saying in the circle, to put it more bluntly, it is tomb robbery.

Lan Zui comes from a family of tomb robbers, which is her family's test for her to become the next heir.

This is the first time that Lan Drunk has gone to the ground alone. Her aim was to obtain the most valuable funerary goods in the tomb to prove her abilities.

The white jade gate is covered with bas-relief moire, and the tentacles are cool. Lan Zui carefully groped for the gap between the two doors, generally speaking, the owner of the tomb would no longer set up a mechanism in the main tomb door, and this door was not as tightly closed as the outer doors. Probing the crowbar into the crack in the door, Lan Zuixiu's eyebrows were furrowed, and with a muffled sound, the white jade door on the left side slowly moved a thin slit inward.

It was pitch black inside, and it was the resting place of the dead who had been silent for thousands of years.

"Knock, knock."

Lan Zui was both excited and a little apprehensive, and he seemed to be able to hear the rapid heartbeat in his chest. After waiting for a while, he dragged the sparrow out of the rope, and seeing that it was still alive, Lan Zui entered the main burial chamber on one side and went straight to the southeast corner of the room.

Enter the southeast corner of the burial chamber and light the lamp, which is the rule of the inverted bucket, once the light goes out, it must be returned to the object. Although Lan Zui knew that she would never give up, since it was the rule of the ancestors, there was a certain amount of truth.

The candle faintly illuminates a corner, and the coffin in the center of the room is faintly visible, silently guarding the tomb owner.

The purpose of Lan Zui's trip was not for money, so he directly abandoned the ear chamber and came to the coffin.

The coffin is made of wood and is well preserved, and even after a thousand years, the surface still reflects a faint glow in the light.

The wedge is opened, and inside the coffin is a coffin of the same color. Lan was about to continue to open the coffin, but his eyes were attracted by a slender box placed under the coffin.

The box is made of golden silk nanmu, and the box surface is hollowly carved with bats, which is worth a lot of money in terms of workmanship and material alone.

Lan Zui stopped opening the coffin, and the ghost sent a detective to take the box out of the coffin.

The box is unlocked, and it can be opened as soon as it is picked, and there is only one scroll of silk painting in the box. Lan Zui turned sideways and unfolded the silk painting with his shaking hand by the light.

It is not the expected masterpiece work, this is just a picture of a palace banquet, with paintings but no words, and the characters in the picture should be a gathering of relatives. Some people bowed their heads to drink, some people talked and laughed sideways, there were about a dozen people with Nana, but the blue drunken eyes were directly attracted by the woman sitting in front of the main seat.

The woman wore a high bun on her head, dressed in palace clothes, as if she was slightly drunk, her phoenix eyes were raised lightly, her lips were half-opened, and she seemed to be smiling. Although it is only a few strokes, it has exhausted the peerless elegance of the woman.

It's beautiful......

Lan Zui looked at the painting in a daze, and before he knew it, a tear slipped out of his eyes and slowly dripped down his cheek.

Tears dripped on his hands, and Lan drunk trembled like a burning fire, and suddenly came back to his senses.

What's going on!

Lan was drunk and rolled up the silk painting again, but his eyes were still chasing the woman on the main seat, and before he was about to close the scroll completely, his heart twitched like pain.

"I guess there's something wrong with the air in this tomb!" Lan Zui thought about this, her heart was slightly cold, and she immediately gathered her mind and focused on her business.

The open coffin is still a qiēshun lì, and the owner of the tomb is a woman, who has become a dried corpse after thousands of years. Lan Zui casually took out a step shake from the woman's corpse, closed the coffin lid and wanted to leave with a candle, but when he saw the wooden box she put back in the coffin, he thought about it and put the box back in his hand.

"I'm sorry, beauty, my sister likes this painting, so I took it with me." Laughing softly, Lan drunk burst out of the white jade door with a smoke.

The room regained eternal darkness and silence, as if a scene from not so long ago had never happened, only the faint crack in the door told of Lan Zui's arrival and departure.

When Lan Drunk crawled out of the thief hole, it was night outside.

The stars are like washing, the Milky Way is all over the sky, Lan Zui takes a deep breath of the air mixed with the fragrance of fresh grass and trees, and his sluggish spirit suddenly improves a lot.

The tent is still the same, and it doesn't look like it's been touched at all. Located in the deep mountains, Lan Zui didn't even bother to hide his tracks, and directly threw all the things on the ground.

"If my mother finds out, it must be another scolding." Sticking out his tongue naughtily, this is convenient for Lan Zui to sleep without having to re-set up the tent, and just get into it. After all, it was the first time she had gone to the ground, and she didn't dare to close her eyes for a moment in the following day and two nights, and she was too sleepy to do so. At this moment, the task was completed, and Lan Zui rolled sideways in the tent, which was really indescribably relaxed.

The hard-earned step shake was put into the box by Lan Zui and discarded at random, but the painting in the wooden box Lan Zui couldn't put it down, lying on the ground and looking at it again and again by the light.

Finally unable to resist the sleepiness that hit the bottom of his nose, Lan Zui held the silk painting and fell asleep unconsciously.

Where is this?

Lan Zui looked around suspiciously, she seemed to be in a garden, with strange flowers and plants everywhere, but in the distance was white fog and chaos.

Feeling a foreign object in her back, Lan Zui was startled and looked sideways, and it was actually a crane standing in the grass and looking at her.

Zoo is this? Or free-range?

Looking around again, just as Lan Zui was wondering why he had suddenly run from the deep mountains to the zoo, a crisp laugh was faintly heard in the fog in the distance.

Lan Drunk's temperament has always been to be at ease, her purpose in going to the ground is to respond to all changes with the same, since she can't think of the result, she just goes over to see what happens.

The road was paved with stone slabs, flat and easy to walk, and Lan Zui followed the path in the direction of laughter, and walked for about seven or eight minutes before he saw a figure between the gaps in the trees.

This look made Lan Zui completely stunned.

There was a swing on the other side of the tree, and a girl about five or six years old was sitting on it, and two other women behind her were nudging, and the laughter came from the girl on the swing.

What surprised Lan Zui was not the swing, but the costumes of the three people.

Even through the mist, the girl on the swing can still be vaguely identified with her hair combed in a double bun, wearing a goose yellow skirt, and the two women pushing the swing are wearing the same light blue cardigan skirt with a half-moon bun on their heads.

In short, the trio were dressed in a very different way from modern attire, and resembled the figure in the painting she had just taken out of the tomb.

Zoo? Making a movie?

Lan Zui's mind was stuck for a moment, and he watched the three of them have more and more fun.

"Higher! Higher! The girl shouted softly, and the swing swung higher and higher at her request. At the moment when the swing reached its highest point and reverberate, the swing pergola made a crisp sound, and the girl's laughter immediately turned into an exclamation.

Lan Zui was also taken aback, things were developing so abruptly, it was too late to save them, seeing that the iron chain was broken, the girl on the swing was immediately thrown far away, fell to the ground, and stopped in surprise.

"Princess! Princess! The two women pushing the swing were frightened, and many people suddenly poured out from the side of the hulala, both men and women, all rushing towards the place where the girl fell, thinking that they were blocked by a branch just now, and Lan Zui didn't find it.

Lan Zui couldn't be surprised, and ran in the direction of the girl with his feet, where there was already a circle of people, competing to scream and run, but he ignored Lan Zui's appearance.

"Call the doctor, don't touch her yet, I'll see!"

The girl was surrounded by water, and Lan Zui stood on the periphery in a hurry, so he simply stretched out his hand to pull away a man from the outermost periphery.

The hand swept over the man's body as if it were through nothingness.

Lan Zui was stunned, and he didn't believe it and reached out to try again, but it was still the same result.

Is this a dream? But the expressions of the people in front of them were so real.

"The Imperial Doctor, why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice in the center of the crowd overwhelmed the noise and reached Lan Zui's ears.

Lan was drunk like being struck by lightning, this voice was so familiar, so familiar that the sound alone made her feel the urge to cry.

But, who is that?

Who exactly?

Lan Zui suddenly had a splitting headache, and he wanted to see who was talking, but there were too many miscellaneous people, and it was difficult to see his appearance.

The white mist in the distance quickly surged and spread closer, spreading over the swings, engulfing the girls and the crowd, and finally enveloping the blue drunkenness in it.

"Ahh

Lan Zui exclaimed, bounced up from the sleeping mat and sat up, his head touched the stand on the top of the tent, and 'bang' made Lan Zui cover his □□ and make a sound.

Turning on the searchlight switch, Lan Zui sat in the center of the tent in a daze, looking at the box and silk painting that she waved aside, and was stunned for a moment.

It turned out to be a dream.

The cheeks were cold, and Lan Zui stretched out his hand to wipe it, all wet.

No longer sleepy, Lan Zui sat for a long time and simply climbed out of the tent, lit the bonfire and looked at the stars in the sky in a daze.

The dream just now is so real, who is the woman who spoke?

There was a stuffy pain in her chest, Lan Zui covered her chest, even the fragrance of plants and trees around her couldn't relieve her discomfort.

This year, Lan Zui was fifteen years old.