The defense argued that Jinling, the capital of the Nanping Dynasty, could have the wealth of the southeast and the dangers of mountains and rivers, so as to accumulate strength for the Northern Expedition, which was a big mistake. After the capital was settled, the Jinling area was in a state of war, and it was difficult for the dynasty to obtain stable taxes, it was still too late to defend the capital, and it was even more empty talk to send troops to the Northern Expedition. A young man with a flat head refuted in a yin and yang voice.

The small auditorium is not very large, and there are more than 100 people in the first and second classes of the history department, and the seats are full, and the topic of today's debate is whether the Nanping Dynasty should make Jinling the capital. The two sides of the debate of the two classes sat on the stage, divided into left and right, and in the middle sat the teachers of the two classes, as well as Professor Wu Zhixuan, a special guest of the Department of History. Wu Zhixuan didn't seem to be in high spirits, he kept his head down, writing something on the paper.

"And the people of the domain do not use the boundaries of the frontier, the country does not take the risk of mountains and streams, and the world does not take the benefits of the military revolution, the Nanping Dynasty should win the hearts of the people, so that the heroes of the Central Plains can ...... it."

"Whoop......." A snoring sound interrupted the flat-headed youth's rebuttal. Although it was a debate competition, there was no other sound in the auditorium except for the fierce confrontation between the two sides, and this rash snoring seemed to be accompaniment, and it actually floated with the tone of the flat-headed youth. Both sides had to stop the game, and all eyes were on one corner of the auditorium. A young man wearing a floral shirt and combing retro oily hair was sleeping on his stomach as if no one was around, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth actually flowed onto the table.

"Zhao Zichuan!" Teacher Jiang, the head teacher of the first class, shouted angrily: "As a student in the first class, you don't applaud and cheer, forget it, and you still sleep in the daytime, do you have a bit of team spirit?" ”

"What's noisy, I can't sleep well, I'm annoyed." The person who slept was Zhao Zichuan from the first class of the Department of History, and he yawned a few times: "I didn't want to come, you guys pulled me here, what's the point of contention, I think the Nanping Dynasty should be the capital of our Longyang City, hey, it must be faced, so it's decided." "Longyang is Zhao Zichuan's hometown, the capital of Mobei Province, thousands of kilometers away from Jinling, it is really far from the south, but in his opinion, there is no more suitable capital than Longyang.

"Haha......." There was a burst of laughter from the auditorium, and everyone laughed. Professor Wu, who was just sitting in the center of the auditorium, raised his head

"You have no respect for the elders, you get out ......of here!" Teacher Jiang was speechless angrily.

"Let's go, I'm just going to go out and breathe, goodbye guys." Zhao Zichuan put on his sunglasses and walked out of the auditorium in style, leaving a room full of embarrassed teachers and students.

"This student is too stubborn, and he must be punished strictly." Teacher Jiang gritted his teeth and said.

"Forget it, it's just a grandstanding and dumb kid, Teacher Song doesn't have to be too angry." Wu Zhixuan lifted his glasses, looked at Zhao Zichuan's back and said, "Let's continue to play." ”

Three steps and two steps, Zhao Zichuan staggered towards the east school gate, the history major was forced by his father to study, and he himself was not interested in it. In the past year in college, Zhao Zichuan has watched movies, danced, and played dramas, but he didn't read books. What matters now is that the next step in his wandering life is to go to Liyuan Spring to listen to the opera, or to dance in the Datang City that never sleeps? It's so annoying, life is so fulfilling, he is only 19 years old, and he has reached the peak of his life.

"It's only five o'clock now, it's too early to go dancing, let's listen to the opera in Liyuan Spring." With an idea, Zhao Zichuan came to the school phone room, threw a few pieces of ocean to the staff on duty, and dialed the phone number of the housekeeper Lao Niu.

"Hey, old cow, let the three crooked sons come and pick me up now, what, it's not school time? Is this what you should ask, be careful that I deduct your monthly money. Zhao Zichuan hung up the phone angrily.

Of course, Zhao Zichuan has no right to deduct other people's monthly money, just an angry word, that is his father's power, recently his father has become more and more strict with him, and even the housekeeper in the family has begun to go to heaven.

At this time, the debate competition of the Department of History has come to an end. Wu Zhixuan commented on the defense of the two classes as usual.

"Students, I will not repeat the theme of this debate competition, what I want to say is historical thinking and imagination, in addition to rigorous evidence, history also needs unbridled imagination. Just because there is no clear history does not mean that there is nothing to do. There are still many things waiting for us to verify in the Nanping Dynasty, thousands of mysteries waiting for us to solve, through the clues, often need to mobilize imagination, in order to uncover the head of history, which is also an important ability for us to learn history. ”

As a special archaeological expert of the National Government, Wu Zhixuan has made great achievements in the history of the Nanping Dynasty, and his book "The History of the Rise and Fall of the Nanping Dynasty" is praised as the chronicle of the Nanping Dynasty by the historiography.

Wonderful comments, won long-lasting applause in the auditorium.

Wu Zhixuan waved his hand and walked off the stage, and at the exit of the auditorium, a bald man wearing a black dress and a black leather bag stretched out his hands to him: "Professor Wu, look up for a long time." I am the old chapter of Qiankun Publishing House, do you remember me? ”

Without waiting for Wu Zhixuan to answer, the bald man smiled again: "Presumably it is because the nobles are forgetful, Professor Wu is so busy, how can I remember that I am a publishing house and a person with baggage, I don't know if Professor Wu will have time to appreciate a day or two today?" ”

Wu Zhixuan has published a lot of books in recent years, and has also dealt with many publishers. But out of politeness, he also stretched out his hand: "Mr. Zhang, you and I don't know each other well, so everyone is not interested in talking like this, so forget it." ”

Lao Zhang nodded: "Professor Wu is not unreasonable, Your Excellency is naturally not interested in me, but he may not be uninterested in this thing. ”

After that, Lao Zhang took out a brass box from the black leather bag, held it in his hand, the box was very exquisitely made, although it was only four or five inches in size, carved a python on the left and right, two pythons met in the center of the box, a bead was played, and a goshawk stood on the bead, which was definitely not a modern item.

As a professor of archaeology, collecting antiques from various periods is Wu Zhixuan's "bad hobby", the professor's monthly income is high, but sometimes when he sees good calligraphy and painting antiques, he often buys everything he has, and his wife has returned to her parents' house many times for this, but Wu Zhixuan is still easy to change, and his temperament is difficult to change, and his wife and children have no way to take him. Unlike the usual collector, he is more sensitive to history and more interested in the historical mysteries behind those antiques.

Therefore, Wu Zhixuan got a nickname in the industry: "antique maniac", and many antique dealers made a special trip to Chang'an University to find Professor Wu to peddle antiques, because they knew that this was a madman who was willing to go bankrupt for the sake of antiques.