That night, Yi Xuan didn't know how to sleep, but she slept very unsteadily.

She saw Nan Qi, thin and bitter, standing alone in the huge hall.

Pairs of potted porcelain vases were removed by him.

On the desk, on the chair, the old books scattered all over the room, Nan Qi stood in the center of the broken book in the widow, the room was full of white candles, and the wall next to the white candle was full of portraits of Yizhu.

It is obviously such an indifferent face, but it can also be such a clear face, but at the moment the face is bloodless, the eyes are red and swollen, and the eyeballs are bloodshot, like a ghost.

It's been a long time.

The Hou Mansion is quiet and terrible, the white silk in the mansion has not been removed, the flowers are withering, and there is only Sanyi in the courtyard of Yizhu.

In the end, the Hou Mansion was completely abandoned, moved into other merchants, and completely disappeared.

The screen turns.

She saw the strife in front of the dynasty, the iron riding of Jin Ge, and the shattering of mountains and rivers.

Gao Ming was stained with red, the swords around him were chaotic, the mountains and rivers of the Northern Qi were fragmented, he stood on the city gate, and looked away, it was the old road where Yizhu fled.

The soldiers and horses were boiling and hopeless.

She heard Gao Ming sigh that Nan Qi's sacrifice to heaven and martyrdom turned out to be a relief.

The screen turns again.

She actually saw Grandma Yang, on the altar of the Lou Yi clan back then, looking coldly at the ancestral hall.

"Grandma Yang......" Yi Xuan groped to her side and greeted her, but Grandma Yang ignored it and did not leave the ancestral hall for a moment.

Yi Xuan followed Grandma Yang's gaze, and among the ancestral hall rankings, under the most noble and conspicuous white statue in the center, there was a figure curled up, with long hair scattered and unkempt.

The man hid in hiding, and finally took the eyeball on the right side of the idol, the small bead with a glazed texture.

Small beads with glass texture...... Isn't that the remains of a Nagisa suit back then?

Yi Xuan quietly stepped forward and peeked at the man's appearance.

Raunchy, sword eyebrows and long beards, it's Chang Ru! It's Chang Ru!

Is this the scene of Chang Ru's rebellion against Lou Yi back then?

But what about Grandma Yang? Why is Grandma Yang here?

She turned her head to look, and Grandma Yang was gone.

Grandma Yang...... Chang Ru......

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"Yixu, get up."

"Yi Xu."

In her sleep, Yi Xuan faintly felt a soft male voice calling to her, and her body was gently pushed.

The eyes narrowed a slit, and the light in the tent had been turned on, but the light was a soft pale yellow.

"Nanqi ......"

She vaguely remembered that last night, she and Yang Quli somehow started to drink, but unexpectedly the drunk unconscious person was sent back, and then she was bored and uncomfortable, and she didn't know how she was settled.

There is also that dream, the figure of Nan Qi.

For a while, I couldn't tell whether the person in front of me was the one in my dream.

Nan Qi was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the moment, Yi Xuan was wrapped in a sleeping bag, his head pressed between his legs, and his two hands were holding his waist.

"You asked me last night to call you to get up at this time."

Nan Qi habitually reached out to comb Yi Xu's loose hair, and pressed her head to her body until Yi Xu's body slowly got up, sat in a daze for a while, and then leaned on his shoulder.

What used to be a faint soothing scent, now a faint citrus scent, all made him feel refreshed.

Yi Xu's body was paralyzed in Nan Qi's arms by his own inertia, breathing in his abundant spiritual aura, and his fingertips twitched his clothes.

Soft and smooth, her sleepiness flooded again.

"Lie down a little longer......" she buried her head in her refusal to move.

"Obedient." Nan Qi lifted Yi Xu's head.

Yi Xuan rubbed her eyes, yawned and looked at the time, trying to sober herself up.

The air in the tent was quiet and sweet, and the breath was full of time and memory, and on top of this ruins, for a moment, Yi Xuan seemed to have returned to the days and nights of the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

They are all puppets trapped by mortal dust.

"Here they are."

"Call me again if you have something."

Nan Qi's figure quickly turned into a point of light and dissipated between light and shadow.

Yi Xuan turned her head to look at the door of the tent, and the sound of rustling approached.

As soon as her mother opened the tent, she saw Yi Xuan's face hazy, her body wrapped in a sleeping bag, and only a head and half of her arms poked out, and her hair was disheveled.

"Get up, it's time to clean up the main burial chamber."

"Don't be lazy, I'm busy right now, your dad is still waiting for you." Mother crossed her waist and looked into the tent.

I heard someone talking......

Yi Xuan nodded and responded to her mother's words.

Outside the tent, the rest of the crew was ready for today's work.

"*^#+^ soy milk!" Yang Quli's voice came from afar.

Alas, young people, no comparison, too energetic.

Alas, Yi Xuan still felt thrilled when he thought of last night's scene.

"Hurry up, I'll go first." Her mother put up the tent for her.

Call......

Get up! Dine! Go to the grave!

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While Yi Yu was gobbling up breakfast, the tomb was halfway cleaned, and the general layout of the main tomb was revealed.

Yang Quli followed the archaeological team members to the front line and was busy on the front line, Yan Xu just watched quietly, as if he could find traces of the previous dynasty in it.

A large coffin was cleaned out of the tomb, carved by a golden beast, which had rotted very badly, and it was difficult to move the part that connected the ground, so my father decided to clean it up and investigate on the spot.

Naturally, Yi Xuan wanted to go with her, and she followed a group of archaeologists down to the tomb.

There was an indescribable smell at the scene, mixed with the smell of rotten wood and miasma and silt, which made her feel a little sick to her stomach.

"Xu'er, come down and have a look." Yixu's father called out to her.

Yi Xuan made some preparations and went down to the main tomb, Yan Xu did not do anything, and unexpectedly followed behind her, but Yang Quli didn't know where he ran at this time, and he couldn't see anyone.

At this time, there were not many people in the main tomb, and most of them were arranged to deal with the unearthed cultural relics in the tomb.

"You watch, clean up the coffin. Others, come with me. Yi Xu's father ordered, he is old, working at high intensity for several days in a row, he is a little powerless at the moment, he is very clear about his daughter's technology, and the coffin is handed over to Yi Xu, which is absolutely labor-saving and worry-free.

Yi Xuan took over the coffin, the lower half of the wood was rotten like mud, and the upper half was relatively intact for unknown reasons.

She roughly estimated the condition of the entire coffin, and carefully considered how to proceed.

There were many funerary goods in the coffin, as well as something like silk handkerchiefs or animal skins, and the remains of the tomb owner had been completely ossified.

For now, she plans to pick out the funeral objects that still have shapes one by one.

Yan Xu was also on her side to help her.

He was dealing with his own affairs in his hands, occasionally looking at Yi Xuan for a while, looking at this seemingly ordinary woman with only skin, like a fish in water, and meticulous in the face of the ancient tombs that others talked about.

He had heard the name of Yi Xuan a long time ago, and she was the shining star of the archaeological world back then.

Yi Xuan could also notice Yan Xu's gaze, but in her opinion, Yan Xu's appearance was more like rummaging for something, his eyes were not attached to any artifact, more like a rush to take them out than to protect them.

"Be careful." She spoke up.

In this Nanchen tomb, there are really a lot of cultural relics such as silk calligraphy and painting, and such cultural relics are not easy to preserve.

Yan Xu also seemed to realize that something was wrong, nodded, and slowed down the movements in his hands.

There are fewer and fewer people around, and it seems that they are cleaning up the relatively well-preserved cultural relics in the corners, so that there are not many people around the two of them at the moment, and no one pays attention to the situation here.

The people who participated in this archaeology led by Yi Xu's father have more or less heard Yi Xu's name, and with this senior sister here, they don't need to care too much about this place.

"Are you looking for something?" Seeing that the people were far away, Yi Xuan asked.

"Shhh......hhhh

He quietly stuffed a piece of silk into Yi Xu's palm, and left as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Yi Xuan's puzzled expression, he looked at him and then at the silk, and he lowered his voice: "Take it away, Grandma Yang is useful." ”

Yi Xuan's heart became more and more confused, and the silk silk was tightly grasped in the palm of her hand.

The silk is mixed with oxidized and damaged paper scraps, but the texture is still supple, and even some lines and text drawn on it are clearly visible.

It's a relic......

This silk ......

Reach out and retract your hand.

……

Why did Grandma Yang want this......

"Xu'er, how is it?" Father's voice approached.

Seeing his father walking, Yi Xuan hurriedly stuffed the silk silk into his cuffs.

"There are a lot of them, and some of them are badly damaged." She regained her calm expression and pointed to the inside of the coffin, diverting her father's gaze.

Yan Xu took advantage of Yi Xu's father's lack of attention and left quietly.

When Yi Xuan came out of the coffin after cleaning up, he heard the news that Yang Quli told him that Yan Xu would go to Grandma Yang first.

The silk silk was carefully stored in her bag.

On the same day, Yan Xu informed the two to take their things to Grandma Yang's house.

He couldn't have imagined how easy it would be to get the information he had been so dreamed of.

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After two days, the two waited for the archaeological process to ease before leaving the archaeological base.

During this period, Nan Qi appeared several times.

He told Yi Xuan that Yan Xu was Gao Ming's reincarnation, but it gave him a very different feeling, a familiar and alienated strangeness, and this person should pay more attention.

Yan's identity is quite mysterious.

As for the silk, Yi Xuan had not yet taken it out.

She had read it, but she couldn't figure it out.

When Yi Xuan and Yang Quli rushed to Grandma Yang's house, Yan Xu was nowhere to be found.

Grandma Yang took the silk silk and carefully cleaned and flattened the square handkerchief.

It is a tabletop-sized silk with yellowed threads and irregular lines drawn on it.

"Topography map of mountain ranges, water veins." Grandma Yang discerned the above contents.

Topography map......

Yang Quli was puzzled and asked, "Does this picture have anything to do with us?" ”

"Yes." Grandma Yang responded, and reached out to point to a few places marked with protrusions on the map.

"What is recorded above is where the Nanqi Mausoleum is located."