Zhou Qiang trembled at Tianmiao's glance, and hurriedly turned his head, no longer meeting Tianmiao's eyes.

Que Qiu came over from behind and said: "Now that you have arrived at your destination, I won't bother you, except that I will inform you in time if there is danger, you don't have to pay attention to where I am, just look for me on the walkie-talkie if you have a problem." ”

Seeing that Que Qiu was leaving, Professor Wu hurriedly said: "Guide, you also know that although we did get here, there are many things that still depend on your experience, so don't be so angry, let's take care of it together, right?" ”

Que Qiu seemed to think for a while, and then said lightly: "Yes, but you have to add money." ”

Professor Wu hurriedly nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly!" ”

Que Qiu carried his bag on his back, didn't speak again, and followed behind everyone.

The procession gradually approached the center from the residential area of the imperial city, and it can be clearly felt that the closer it gets, the more obvious the class differentiation on the ruins, for example, most of the residential areas are earthen houses and tuwa, and most of the colors are monotonous.

Going up the stairs, the view is wider, and there are no buildings here, but it is clear that there is a main road here, very wide, and looking ahead, it is a very large platform, and everyone thinks that this is the square that seems to be seen in the mural, because then it seems that standing on that platform will be about the same height as the minaret behind it, so it is almost the same as the ceremony on the fresco.

It was getting late, Que Qiu asked everyone to rest on the platform for one night, and then continue tomorrow, the day's running was already very tiring, and they needed to recover their strength quickly.

Everyone nodded in agreement, set up tents, and gather supplies for dinner.

The bonfire gradually lit up, and everyone had dinner, and they used to gather around the campfire to talk.

Professor Wu was always excited to see the ancient city in person, and he told many stories about Iriel's legends and insights into what he has seen and heard today.

Cheng Luo and Senior Zhou Qiang listened and used notes to prepare for their graduation thesis.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that the symposium ended, and everyone went back to their tents, and the surroundings gradually quieted down, with the occasional snoring or two breaking the silence.

Zhou Qiang, who was keeping vigil, sat next to the bonfire, propped his head, did not speak, his eyes seemed to penetrate the night, and looked around the entire ancient city again on this high platform.

The night was as cool as water, and there was silence all around.

It's a little scary.

Cheng Luo's sleeping bag was tightly pressed against Tianmiao's sleeping bag, and he slept soundly. She was indeed very tired this day.

There was a gentle wind blowing. And laughter.

Where does the laughter come from?

Cheng Luo opened his eyes and was stunned.

In front of you, there is a prosperous imperial capital thousands of years ago.

The wide stone road is full of people.

The pedestrians all have some exotic beauty, and their clothes are very special. Some people had a jar on their heads, and the jar was apparently filled with water. Others walked forward with a basket of fruit on their heads, laughing and laughing.

Roadside vendors shouted, some were selling kebabs, some were selling bags, and some were buying fruit and milk tea.

Is this the royal capital of Irir a thousand years ago?

Such beauty, such prosperity.

(End of chapter)