"Sichuan Daoren!"

Qin Beiyang gritted his teeth and said these four words.

"Oh...... You've finally seen it......" Ah Hai replied lightly, "He's just an ordinary person." ”

"He's a demon."

"Who said that? Yoshiko? Don't believe the little girl's words. Have you forgotten? What I said to you in the ancient tomb of the Yellow Ear Mound in Shanghai. Little Brother Beiyang, do you believe in Ah Yu so much - what is the result? ”

Qin Beiyang was shocked when he said this, Ah Hai's insight was amazing, his prophecy came true, and he really became Ah You's puppet, and even almost became her prisoner.

Qin Beiyang didn't want to discuss these anymore: "You are the son of the demon. ”

"I'm not."

"Then tell me, what kind of place is this?"

Ah Hai gradually retreated, and a voice came from a distant place: "This is Taibai Mountain." ”

Qin Beiyang spent a long year in that dark underground palace. The only thing he could do was to use his ten fingers to carve three lines of Chinese characters on the wall like drops of water through stones, which were the mottos left by the Craftsmen Alliance, the Assassin Alliance, and Daddy Qin Customs.

A month ago, for some reason, Qin Beiyang was suddenly taken away from prison. Although the long imprisonment in the tomb allowed him to fully suppress the cancer cells, he was extremely weak due to lack of sunlight, malnutrition and lack of exercise, and he was unable to escape.

He was placed in an ancient mahogany coffin. He could smell from the smell that the coffin was dug up from a real ancient tomb, so it could simulate part of the dungeon environment, which was even more difficult to hide. The coffin was carried down the hill with a jolt, as if it were another boat ride, and then on the train—he could feel the roar of the steam engine, the railroad tracks shaking for several days and nights, and the temperature gradually getting cold into late autumn. On the last leg of the journey, the air in the coffin was a little dry......

Every night, the lid of the coffin would open a crack to bring him food and water, remove his excrement, and let him slowly regain his strength.

Where is this?

Qin Beiyang didn't know, but he could rely on his own strength to sit up. Compared to a year ago, the muscles have atrophied a little, and perhaps the skin has become pale. His face was full of beard, just like that of a Western man, and his hair was dirty and knotted. Anyone who sees themselves will think that they have encountered a beggar or a ghost.

However, he should have died five years ago, and to this day, he is no different from a ghost.

Ah Hai reached out and pulled him out of the coffin.

But he could not escape, because an iron chain was tied around his waist, and the other end was in Ah Hai's hands. And beside Ah Hai, there are four men who are also wearing black coats, all of them have long-handled swords in their backs, and there seems to be bulging fast guns at their waists, and everyone's figure and eyes are first-class killers.

The scar on Ah Hai's face smiled, and he took another sip of hot tea for Qin Beiyang, the strength was very strong, making people feel hot, I am afraid that it is a high-quality Korean ginseng tea.

Sure enough, some of Qin Beiyang's spirits returned.

He could see the Western-style crystal palace in front of him, which made him unable to judge where he was.

Suddenly, the door opened.

The old man in Qing Dynasty clothes inside, his face was white and beardless, and his voice was high-pitched: "Lord Ahai, are you here......?"

Qin Beiyang suddenly understood that this was an old eunuch!

He was dragged into the palace by Ah Hai, and he didn't expect that there was still electricity, and a few pale yellow incandescent lamps were on. There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, among which there is a banner of Song Huizong's thin gold body -

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is specially round, and the situation is fresh and clear. Because of the victory of the first menstrual month, so as not to make the poet sigh the next year. Vientiane gathers light and increases the mighty, and the four moons help Chanjuan. The scales and clouds are clear, and the heart is clear, and there is no chant for the Xingxing. ”

It is the name of the king of the dead country: the leap Mid-Autumn Moon.

"Where is this?"

After such a long time, Qin Beiyang finally said the first sentence, fortunately, the Korean ginseng tea just now, otherwise his throat would be sticky.

"Forbidden City, Yanxi Palace, Lingnuma Xuan."

Ah Hai replied in his ear, four men in black coats, two of them were guarding the gate of the palace, and two of them were following closely beside Ah Hai and Qin Beiyang. As for the tattered coffin, it still stays outside.

Entering this Western Crystal Palace, Qin Beiyang, who didn't know what day it was, asked again: "What year is this?" ”

"2024." The scar on Ah Hai's right face was extremely dazzling, but seeing Qin Beiyang's face change in shock, he smiled slightly, "Just kidding!" It is now the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, 1924, the eighth day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, and the fourth day of November in the solar calendar. ”

"Please go up to the second floor."

The old eunuch held the lamp in his hand and respectfully escorted the guests up the stairs. Qin Beiyang had some difficulty climbing the building, and Ah Hai reached out to help him.

When I arrived at this floor, several electric lights were turned on at the same time, and I felt that my eyes were stabbed and I couldn't open them, and my heart jumped up inexplicably, and the room was full of beauties dressed in Hanfu.

The Manchu Qing Dynasty had long since perished, and although the little emperor Puyi had already married, he was only two concubines, Wanrong and Wenxiu. There are no less than ten beauties in front of him, could it be that he is still the concubine left by Emperor Guangxu? But the emperor has been dead for sixteen years, and there can be no more young and beautiful girls, unless it is the ghost of Concubine Zhen who died in the well in Gengzi Nian......

No, how could the concubines of the Manchu Qing Dynasty wear Hanfu? Could it be the ghost of the concubine of the Ming Dynasty in the previous dynasty? From the harem of Emperor Chongzhen, who hanged himself on the coal mountain? It is said that on the day Li Zicheng entered Beijing, Chongzhen personally killed all the concubines in the palace, leaving a resentful soul, did they regard themselves as Zhu Youzhen, the king of the dead country?

Ah Hai patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "It's for "Twelve Beauties". ”

It turned out that it was not a living person or a ghost, but twelve screens that were close to life-size. Qin Beiyang was imprisoned in the ancient tomb and coffin for too long, so that his qi was weak and weak, especially in the gloomy aura of the Forbidden City, the dark night and ancient paintings made him hallucinate. He relied on his legs to walk up and watch the Hanfu beauties in the twelve screens in turn, namely Bogu meditation, standing Ruyi, holding the table to the chrysanthemum, leaning on the couch and watching the birds, sewing clothes under the candle, leaning on the door to watch the bamboo, watching the snow in the oven, tasting tea in Tongyin, showing the beauty of the book, enjoying the butterfly in the summer, and watching the cat with the beads......

These beauties have different looks, and the interior furniture behind them are all elegant temperament of the Ming Dynasty. Qin Beiyang even recognized the "imitation Ru kiln" porcelain wash on the "Duobaoge", the "Lang kiln red glaze" monk hat pot, as well as Dong Qichang's poems, calligraphy and paintings, and even Western astronomical instruments and enamel watches, indicating that European objects were already court fashion at that time.

The old eunuch said with a smile: "Two, this is Yongzhengye's favorite treasure, which was originally on the screen of the Shenliu Reading Hall in the Old Summer Palace, and was later sent to the palace for safekeeping. Don't look at Yongzhengye's strict governance of the country, but he often wears Han costumes and even Western costumes in the palace, leaving a lot of portraits. And these pictures of the twelve beauties are also said to have been painted by him asking the palace concubines to wear Han costumes. ”

"Yongzheng is the second emperor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but he has been sinicized like this, but it only gives us an extra braid in the back of our head and heart. But under his rule, if the common people wore Han costumes like this, I am afraid that they would have been beheaded long ago. ”

If he had been in this palace forbidden twenty years ago, anyone who said these words would have been in danger. Qin Beiyang remembered that when he was nine years old, he wanted to escape from the Qing Dynasty imperial mausoleum in the middle of the night, but he mistakenly broke into the tomb of Emperor Yongzheng and encountered the ghost of the fourth master.

"Shhhhh......h ”

"These paintings have the souls of the ancients?"

"You can only understand it, but you can't say it."

In the deep palace after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, there is no concept of time, a day is still a month, a year is still a century, but it is just a moment of heaven and earth. Ah Hai smiled faintly and urged: "Father-in-law, you can do business." ”

"Oh, look at my brain."

The old eunuch walked up to the beautiful woman holding the enamel watch, looking at the chrysanthemum vase, and the astronomical instrument behind her, and gently pushed, it turned out that there was a secret door behind the screen.

Qin Beiyang's eyes widened, and he followed Ah Hai into the secret door, and the two men in black coats also entered together, but the old eunuch stayed outside and said, "You guys are busy, I hope we can finish things tonight, long live the lord is still waiting......"