There is an obsession that can penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

A.D. 2006.

There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below.

Huo Shui is a native of Suzhou. It is said that Jiangnan is rich in beauties, but Huo Shui is the kind that cannot be found when thrown into the crowd. The reason why Huo Shui is called Huo Shui is because her surname is Huo and she was born in Jiangnan Water Town, so Huo Dad Jane called it ...... Huo Shui.

ended his college life uneventfully, Huo Shui entered the Suzhou Museum, and was assigned to the "Chuangyou Office" as a newcomer. The so-called Chuangyou Office is mainly responsible for the work of "creating good reviews" for museums, including providing high-quality services for tourists, accepting complaints, and environmental sanitation and cleaning......

If it is said that "there is heaven above, there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below", then at this moment, Huo Shui is honored to mop the floor in heaven.

"Hey, the new hall opens today, I heard that Tao Zhu will also come!" Xiao Wu, who is also a newcomer, is gossipy.

"Tao Zhu?" Huo Shui looked up blankly, "What a strange name." ”

"Oh my God, you don't know him?" Xiao Wu's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief.

"Huh? I know that Tao Zhu Gong ......," Huo Shui laughed, "the first rich man in the Spring and Autumn Period, the ancestor and grandfather of the merchant." ”

"If you talk about money, this one is no worse than that Tao Zhu." Rolling his eyes, Xiao Wu said with a again, "I heard that he looks very handsome......"

"Really?"

"Do you think he wouldn't have come if it weren't for his friendship with the curator."

"Haha, it seems like I know you very well."

"Cut, maybe I was still Xi Shi in my last life." Xiao Wu held his face and drooled with a smile, "Then he must be Fan Li, my Tao Zhugong......"

"There's also a King Wu in the middle." Huo Shui smiled and poured cold water on the ground.

"Oops...... "Xiao Wu used a rag as a handkerchief and put a sad pose.......

Huo Shui hugged the mop and trembled with laughter.

As soon as he put the mop and rag back in place, Xiao Wu pulled Huo Shui's sleeve and lowered his voice: "Hey, Sakura brought them over." ”

"From here, it is the main exhibition area in the west and the secondary exhibition area in the east of the new museum, with a total display area of 3,600 square meters, and 32 large and small exhibition halls with their own characteristics, with exhibits from ancient times, down to the Ming and Qing dynasties and modern times, mostly masterpieces and fine products of the past dynasties." Sakurako, the narrator, led a group of people in.

"That girl doesn't have stage fright at all." Xiao Wu pursed the corners of his lips, a little sour.

"If she was Xi Shi in her last life, I believe it a little." Huo Shui pinched Xiao Wu's waist and continued to stimulate her.

Xiao Wu twisted her back: "Hmph, she, Daji is almost the same!" ”

"In the exhibition area, there are four permanent exhibition systems with Suzhou characteristics: 'Wu Di Treasures', 'Wu Pagoda National Treasures', 'Wu Zhong Fengya', and 'Wu Gate Calligraphy and Painting'...... "Sakurako continues to explain with a smile as she doesn't feel like she has become the center of gossip at all."

"Sister......" A milky voice sounded.

Huo Shui, who was gossiping, felt that the corners of his skirt were being pulled, and when he looked down, he was looking up at her with his head up, his eyes still flickering.

"Uh, little friend, where's your mother?" Huo Shui squatted down and smiled amiably.

Xiao Budian grinned at her with a toothless mouth, and the fleshy little finger pointed at the black crowd.

Huo Shui picked her up, turned back to Xiao Wu and said, "I'll take her to her mother, you're okay alone, right?" ”

Xiao Wu waved his hand: "Go, go, go." ”

Holding Xiao Budian and squeezing into the crowd, Huo Shuidong looked around for a long time, but did not see her mother.

"This Wu Wangfu chacha more than 2,000 years ago is a precious cultural relic specially borrowed from the Shanghai Museum for the opening of the new museum." Sakura is signaling everyone to look at a cultural relic from the Spring and Autumn Period, "Wu Wangfucha was the king of Wu in the late Spring and Autumn Period, he reigned for a total of 22 years, and committed suicide after being destroyed by King Goujian of Yue. So far, there are only more than 20 relics of Wu Wangfucha, and most of them are weapons such as Ge and swords, and this bronze cup is the only bronze wine vessel left by Wu Wangfucha. Moreover, it was made for a woman. ”

Huo Shui's gaze was unconsciously attracted to the past.

"It is about 27.8 centimeters high, 11.7 centimeters in diameter, 24.9 centimeters in abdominal diameter, simple and elegant in shape, and is the best work among the bronzes of the late Spring and Autumn period." Sakurako explained in detail, and said with a smile, "You can take a closer look, there is an inscription on the shoulder of the Xuan that is still clearly visible, and it is engraved with the words 'The Vessel of the Woman of the Emperor Wu Jin'. ”

Huo Shui unconsciously stretched out his head to look at the ......

Suddenly, there was a bang, and everyone was startled, and even Sakurako, who was with the commentator, was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly covered up the past.

"Sister ...... pain," Xiao Bu's fat little hand gently rubbed Huo Shui's forehead, which hit the red mark on the glass cover.

In front of everyone's eyes, Huo Shui's face turned red, she forgot that there was a protective shield on the outside of the cultural relics......

"Ahem...... 'Wangfucha' is 'Wu Wangfucha', and 'Wujin' refers to the best and most precious metal. This inscription is to the effect that the prince of Wu used the precious bronze offered by the princes to cast this cup for a woman. Sakurako smiled busily, "What attracts more attention is who this 'woman' in the inscription is." According to archaeological discoveries, bronzes were unique to the upper class nobles in the Spring and Autumn Period, and Wu Wangfu cast bronze for a woman, who should be her mother, wife or daughter, but as nobles, they all have names and surnames or titles, and the inscriptions will also indicate this, which is no exception on all unearthed bronzes. But the name of the woman is not indicated on this piece of Wu Wangfu's cha, so it has become a mystery who this woman is......"

"It's Shih Tzu." There are tourists who interject.

"The theory of 'Xi Shi' has already appeared in the writings of the pre-Qin princes, that is to say, it already had this name before the Wuyue period in the Spring and Autumn Period. Perhaps 'Xi Shi' is just a glamorous name for a beauty in ancient times, rather than referring to a specific person, just like 'Luo Shi' that appears many times in the "Yuefu Poetry Collection". Sakurako smiled, "We can deduce that there was such a woman during the war between Wu and Yue in history, she was not called Xi Shi, but was named Xi Shi because of her beautiful appearance." ”

Through the window, Huo Shui stared blankly at the inscriptions on the cup, and the handwriting was clearly legible.

"Sister......" Xiao Bu twisted, "I want to sh......hhh

Huo Shui was still in a daze.

"I ...... To shhhh......h

"Huh?" Huo Shui came back to his senses blankly.

"Sister......" Xiao Bu suddenly smiled comfortably.

"Huh?" Huo Shui looked down at the little pink guy in his arms.

"I'm all right." Little little hum.

Huo Shui felt that his skirt was dripping......

Publicly-...... People don't think it's her......

"Mommy......" Xiao Budian twisted, stretched out his little hand and shouted happily.

"An An!" A curly-haired girl hurriedly ran over and took Xiao Budian from Huo Shui's arms.

With an empty hand, the culprit escaped smoothly, and he was still lying on his mother's shoulder and waving his little hand at her and saying "bye-bye".

Huo Shui was left alone in the same place, slowly petrified...... The wet skirt is still dripping......

When the wind blows, pull out the cool.

Her face ...... It's dark.

"You're alright." A gentle voice came.

It's like a breeze in your ears.

Huo Shui tilted his head in a daze and saw a man in a white shirt.

By the time she came to her senses, the coat he had held in his hand was already around her waist.

"Thank you!" Huo Shui blushed and said busily.

"What's your name?" He looked at her and held out his hand to her.

His hands were slender and fair, and his joints were well-proportioned, and he was very beautiful.

"Huo Shui, what about you?" She reached out to take his hand, warm, dry hand.

Woe to the waters?

"Tao Zhu." He smiled.

"Huh? You're the rich man? Huo Shui blinked, then covered his mouth and snorted softly.

The man burst out laughing, "Well, yes, I'm the rich man." ”

In the window of the exhibition hall, Wu Wangfu was silent in the eyes of people's curiosity.

It has been around like that for more than 2,000 years, and it will continue to exist.

Stories are stories, stories are not history.

In history, Wu Wangfu was just a faint monarch who was loyal and killed loyal ministers by mistake, and he paid the price of losing the country.