The tomb that Yixu's parents studied was only half a day's away from them.

Yi Xuan received some information last night, beckoned Yan Xu and Qu Li'er to ponder together, and fell asleep almost in the morning, and dozed off in the car again and again.

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"Sister Yixu."

Yang Quli pushed the confused Yi Xu, the soil outside the window was exposed, and he could already see the isolated archaeological area and the army-green tent.

The mausoleum is estimated to be about two hectares in size, and only the edges have been cleared, and archaeologists are gathered in a few places.

"Mom!" At a glance, Yi Xuan saw her mother standing in front of the tent with her gloves removed.

Yixu's mother nodded, and reached out to the clothes and utensils next to her.

"Got it." Yi Xuan consciously walked over and dressed.

Yan Xu Yang Quli followed the two.

Only then did her mother notice the two boys following her daughter.

"Xu'er? Who are these two? Mother Yi Xuan was a little surprised.

It's the first time I've seen my daughter come to the scene with a stranger for so many years.

"Hello Auntie." "Hello Auntie!"

Yan Xu and Yang Quli greeted each other first, and bowed and said hello one after another.

"Mom, this is my friend."

Yi Xuan pushed the two of them up.

"Yanxu, Yang Quli." As she spoke, she instructed her mother to the two of them.

Yixuan's mother looked at these two boys, one was calm and calm, the other was young and energetic, they both looked really good, and her daughter's vision was indeed not bad.

"Okay, okay, take a look for yourself, your dad has found the main burial chamber, and mom will arrange things first." Mother Yi Xuan looked at Yi Xuan meaningfully.

"Got it!"

Yi Xuan pursed her lips, pulled one out of her mother's tent with one hand, and walked towards the scene.

The site has been under construction for a long time, and the interior of the tomb has been cleaned a lot.

According to the epitaph found at the scene, the owner of this tomb belonged to the late Southern Chen period and seemed to be a member of the court.

"Yanxu, do you have any impressions?" Yang Quli asked.

Yi Xuan also looked at Yan Xu.

Yan Xu shook his head and responded: "This surname has some impressions, but it should be someone after our era." ”

After the Northern Qi Dynasty, there was also the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and the time of Nan Chen's existence was relatively long, and this person should have existed in the Northern Zhou period during the Northern Dynasties.

Some of the damage to the mausoleum is serious, and the cultural relics that were previously sent for restoration should be the only relatively intact items, and now the excavations here are some large or seriously damaged funerary goods.

In the tent next to him, Da Jiu and several people gathered around, carefully guarding a scroll.

"Big Nine?"

Dajiu rarely wore glasses to show his attention to this cultural relic.

The three of them walked up curiously.

"Huh? You come and have a look. Da Jiu greeted Yi Xu.

The three of them stepped forward, but saw that it was a book wrapped in silk and still intact.

"The owner of the tomb cherished literature during his lifetime, and the unearthed literary supplies are well preserved." Da Jiu carefully sorted out the book.

Yi Xuan casually glanced at some of the words written in the book, and recognized what the words were written, and only felt a trace of familiarity.

Yan Xu seemed to see something strange, frowning and staring at the broken book.

"What this book is about, it looks like a story." He asked.

Da Jiu looked up at the two men behind Yi Xuan in surprise.

"Ah, I'll tell you about it." He then calmed down and returned to his serious appearance.

"This book should be the story of the previous dynasty collected by the owner of the tomb back then, and according to my sentence and translation, it should belong to the Northern Qi Dynasty."

"Northern Qi? That's not ......" Yang Quli hurriedly raised his head and circled between Yi Xuan and Yan Xu, and finally his voice became smaller and quieter, and he was glared at by Yi Xu, and swallowed the rest of the words in a daze.

"Ah, it's from Northern Qi." Dajiu didn't notice anything unusual, and focused on the words in the book.

"It's about a marquis of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the general's sister fell in love, after the two got married, the general marquis was ordered to go on the expedition, the sister was worried about her husband, and because she was remembered by the king, so she went to the military camp to find the marquis, but was kidnapped by the king, and the general's sister would rather die than obey, so she committed suicide."

Da Jiu sighed repeatedly.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. When the Hou Ye came back from the expedition and heard the news of his death, he built a tomb to be buried with his wife, and finally died of martyrdom. ”

"The general had a grudge with the king because his sister refused to die, and he also resigned from his official position and lived in seclusion."

Da Jiu carefully put away the book as he spoke.

"What a poignant story......"

The three people next to him looked at each other.

This...... Isn't it the story of Ichigisa back then......

I didn't expect it to become so ...... when it was passed down to future generations.

"What's wrong with you?" Dajiu asked.

"No ......"

"Yanxu?" Yi Xuan whispered to Yan Xu, who looked serious and stunned.

Yang Quli tried to hold back his laughter, feeling that it was a little inappropriate to laugh at the pain of the two.

"Ahem...... Let's look elsewhere. Yan Xu didn't know what to say, his eyes dodged, and he was really embarrassed to listen to this story.

"Brother Dajiu, let's go first!" Yi Xuan hurriedly greeted Da Jiu and left quickly with the two of them.

I don't know if Onyx Buckle Nanqi heard this......

Yi Xu's father was cleaning up the tomb, so the three of them found a high ground and sat down to look down on the whole scene.

"Drink some water."

Yi Xuan went to fetch the water and handed it to the two of them.

Yang Quli ran from side to side, tired enough to choke, and took the water and grunted twice.

"Eh, Yanxu." Yi Xuan sat next to the two of them and asked about something that he had been curious about for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

"That...... I've always had a question......"

"Say it."

"Back then, after I died, what happened to you, did you really resign as you just said?"

Yan Xu hesitated as he held the water bottle.

"Nope." He unconsciously tightened the cap.

He couldn't remember it clearly, and the memories of those days were slowly blurry and fading.

"I seem to ...... At the border pass, he has been at the border pass, and he has never returned to the capital. ”

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Mother Yi Xuan came out of the tent, looked at where the three of them were, and walked straight in their direction.

"Your tent is arranged, there."

Yixu's mother's hand pointed to the three newly erected tents on the edge of the base.

She had just finished arranging today's task and hurried to see her daughter and the two friends she had brought.

"Xu'er, there are a few cultural relics in my tent, you go and restore them." She was in a hurry to get rid of her daughter.

"Oh...... Oh" Yi Xuan stared at the three people with a puzzled expression, and slowly moved uneasily.

"Be careful, there's just a few treasures!"

The mother's face was righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Mom, then you take care of them!" Yi Xuan still didn't feel at ease with a word of encouragement.

"Go, go, go."

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After Yi Xuan left.

Yang Quli and Yan Xu were both a little uncomfortable, and the two of them sat closer awkwardly, intending to face each other together.

"Young man, are you all friends with Yi Xu?"

"Yes, Auntie." Yang Quli opened his mouth first.

"I don't think you're engaged in archaeology, why did you come here with her?"

Yi Xu's mother intentionally or unintentionally probed the details of the two.

"Auntie, I studied folklore with my grandmother, and I was curious about the tomb relics, so I came to take a look."

Yang Quli confidently recited a series of excuses that he had numbered a long time ago.

His hand kept clutching the water bottle, and the plastic bottle was dented by a large chunk.

"Yes, that's still good, young people nowadays have fewer people who study the culture of the older generation."

Yi Xuan's mother showed an approving look.

"Yan Xu, huh, what about you?" She took Yi Xu's water, took a sip, and looked at Yan Yan by the way.

The young man in front of her looks older, steady and mature, the key is that he has no edge when he speaks, and his tone is very comfortable, which meets her expectations.

"Auntie, my family is in the jewelry business, and my father wants me to walk around and see more scenes."

Yan Xu didn't dare to say more, he had been missing for more than a year before, and it was not easy to find an excuse to prevaricate his family these days, and now he is really too lazy to make excuses.

"Young and promising." Yi Xu's mother looked around at him and confirmed that he didn't look like a rich second generation who had achieved nothing, that is, he really had the ability.

Yan Xu was a little nervous.

"Yang Quli ......" He resonated through internal force, frantically disturbed Yang Quli, trying to get him to change the topic quickly.

"Auntie, can you tell me about this tomb ......?"

"Auntie......"

Yang Quli received and understood the information perfectly, activated his powerful self-cooking skills, and began to talk to Yi Xu's mother.

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And at this time, Yi Xuan.

In the tent, many newly unearthed cultural relics are neatly placed.

The most eye-catching is a porcelain vase, the small half of the bottle is weathered and broken, but fortunately, it is not very serious, and the fragments are scattered aside.

Yi Xuan swept her eyes, and her mother had prepared all the repair tools here.

She put on her costume, turned on the light, and sat down to take a closer look at the bottle that was about to be repaired.

Hiss...... I don't know what they were talking to their mother......

It seems that he sensed the breath of his own era, the agate buckle was slightly hot, and Nan Qi's soul seemed to be a little active.

There was no one around, and Yi Xuan concentrated on repairing it, not noticing the abnormality.

The green smoke gathered, and Nan Qi was attracted by these familiar historical smells and appeared.

Looking at Yi Xuan's intently repairing cultural relics, he unconsciously smiled.

He didn't bother and walked around to take a look.

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"It's a misspelling."

At some point, his head approached Yixu.

"Uh-huh!?" As soon as Yi Xuan looked up, he happened to bump into Nan Qi's cheek.

"Why did you get out......"

Glancing around, there was no one, and Yi Xuan's heart slowly calmed down.

"This porcelain is on the house, and the unicorn is upside down."

Nan Qi lightly tapped the part that Fang Cai Yi had drawn up.

"Shhh...... I see, I said how to feel the whole bottle weird. Yi Xuan hurriedly took advantage of the fact that it was not fixed, laid the pieces flat on the table, and began to assemble them again.

Well......

Her professional ability is outstanding, and after a dexterous toss in her hand, the porcelain vase has been broken and complete, except for the traces of the years and frost, there is no trace of the rupture that has been seen.

Yi Xuan stopped what she was doing and put down her tools.

"Nan Qi?"

Yi Xuan tried to poke Nan Qi's arm, and he could feel the warmth through his sleeves, the same as that night.

Only then did she feel at ease.

"I'm here."

Yi Xuan raised her eyes to him, blushing.

The stars that can't be hidden in the eyes turn, and the joy that can't be hidden on the face.

The familiar face came closer.

The air was quiet, except for the sound of paper papers being swept off the table by the sleeves of their coats.

-

Grandma Yang deduced the hexagram.

The days are getting tighter.

It's time to leave those things for Yang Quli.

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