In the depths of the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu's mausoleum, Qin Beiyang felt hot all over, pinched his throat, and exited the fourth tomb door.

"Beiyang, let's go back to the ground to breathe, and we'll be fine when we get into the sun."

Qin Customs took his son out of the tomb and returned to the construction site of the imperial mausoleum, the sun was about to set, but the two of them couldn't open their eyes.

The mausoleum site is full of migrant workers, mostly rough shacks. Lao Qin was given preferential treatment and could live alone in a brick house.

On this night, the father and son, who had just reunited after nine years, fell asleep, but Qin Beiyang refused to untie the white cloth filial piety belt tied to his adoptive parents. Qin Customs asked a lot about his son's growth in Tianjin. Ask a question, answer a question. The boy thought to himself: Do you know those things in German schools, you are a craftsman in an old hat? He noticed that Qin Customs was missing a little finger on his right hand and half a ring finger on his left hand. Many carpenters and stonemasons will have a few fingers missing, probably due to accidents at work. If you become a craftsman, I am afraid that the ten fingers of the heart will be difficult to preserve.

Late at night, Qin Customs snored like thunder, and tonight he will dream of his dead daughter-in-law, and he can be regarded as having an explanation. Qin Beiyang got up from the bed silently, opened his suitcase, and saw the clothes that his adoptive mother brought to him before she died, as well as school textbooks and homework books......

Is it possible to be a craftsman here for the rest of your life? Do you want to build a mausoleum for the dead emperor until he dies? It's the twentieth century! The Americans invented airplanes, the French invented movies, I heard that Verne's science fiction novel "From the Earth to the Moon" was filmed, and we Chinese spent digging graves! What a point of gold, ten thousand years of auspicious soil, fuck the hell! Why should I do this? Was it still 300 years ago? The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die? No, I'm going back to Tianjin, back to a German school. I really can't go back, I just wander the world, the earth is so big, there is no place for me? I want to be a naval officer, a detective in the patrol police department, a barrister in Tianjin, and a stockbroker in Shanghai. I also want to go to Europe to study mechanical engineering and build China's first car and even the first airplane!

Even though he had recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, Qin Beiyang still decided to flee, even if he violated the royal rules, he had to escape from this paradise for the dead and the hell for the living. After putting on his coat and picking up his suitcase, he quietly slipped out of the brick house and let Qin Customs fall asleep.

Raise your head and look at the four fields, the moon and stars are scarce. Qin Beiyang identified the direction, all the way to the east, he will be able to touch Tianjin. His adoptive mother stuffed him with ten silver dollars in the suitcase, which was also his adoptive father's hard-earned savings, and it was enough for the travel expenses.

There are also armed flag men standing guard at night, and they must not go through the gate. With a white cloth wrapped around his waist, he bowed his head over the cordon and climbed the hill behind the cemetery. Qin Beiyang looked at the moonlight, the heat of the day was completely gone, and a cool air rose from the ground.

He called up a map from observing the mountains and rivers during the day, and even at night, he quickly overlapped the surrounding terrain with this map.

He plunged headlong into the verdant pine cypress and walked for several miles. However, I remember to go east, but if I look at the direction of the moon, it seems that I am going west again? There was a barren road in front of me, overgrown with desolate artemisia grass, insects chirping on the ground, and wolves howling on the mountain. He grabbed a thick branch to defend himself. He found that there were soldiers standing guard on both sides of the road, so he had to hide in the bushes, but after a long time, the soldiers who stood guard still did not move, as if they were all zombies.

Qin Beiyang looked under the moonlight, and it turned out that they were all stone men Weng Zhong, wearing the armor of a Qing Dynasty general, just like General Nian Qianyao in the picture book. Touching the stone general, the carving is really exquisite, even a little cute, slightly weathered and peeling. Qin Beiyang continued to walk, passing two three-hole stone bridges, he saw the Shinto Tablet Pavilion, and there was a great king carrying the stone tablet. He loved to read all kinds of inscriptions since he was a child, lit candles, climbed to Wang Ba's head to illuminate, and a few big characters could be vaguely seen

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"Respect for the heavens, the fortune of the building, the text of the martial arts, the wisdom of the forgiveness, the letter of the faithful, the wise, the sage, the great filial piety, the sincerity of the emperor"

What the hell emperor? Qin Beiyang saw a grand palace again, with side halls and Lamaist buildings on both sides. He walked around the palace and walked inside, facing a stone five offerings, an incense burner in the middle, and a white marble Sumeru seat at the bottom. The moonlight illuminated the city tower in front of him, and he thought where did the city come from in this imperial mausoleum, isn't it the legendary mirage ghost town? He also had no taboos, anyway, he even sucked the golden well qi of Emperor Guangxu, so he swaggered and climbed the steps to the city.

In the corner of the tower, a green figure appeared, as if there was a faint glimmer of light.

"Phew! Who's coming? ”

An old man's voice came with a full sense of energy, almost throughout the mausoleum. It seems that it did not pass through the eardrum, directly penetrated the scalp and skull, and entered Qin Beiyang's cerebral cortex.

Under the moonlight, an old man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe appeared, he wore a Qing Dynasty crown, a drooping goose egg face, a pale face, and Danfeng eyes were bright, and he walked without anger and self-authority.

In the middle of the night in the imperial mausoleum of the Qing Dynasty, seeing this scene is definitely haunted!

Qin Beiyang tried to hold back his screams, and when he turned his head, he saw a stone tablet on the Sumeru seat, colorful, with cinnabar coating the surface of the tablet, engraved with Manchu, Han, and Mongolian characters. The moonlight illuminates a column of Chinese characters -

"Mausoleum of Emperor Sejong Heon"

Although he was only nine years old, he was well-read in history books and could recite the era names and temple names of the emperors of the Qing Dynasty. This Emperor Shizongxian is the famous Emperor Yongzheng!

Mom, is the thing you see in front of you the ghost of Emperor Yongzheng? I saw that the old man touched his face, suddenly changed into a golden mask, and at the same time stretched out a hand, revealing long, sharp nails.

Qin Beiyang was so frightened that he hugged his head and fled, almost jumping from the city tower. It seemed like it was a little bit too late, and the heart would be gouged out by the cold, glistening nails. He escaped all the way out of the Shinto, and when he turned around, he didn't see "Emperor Yongzheng" chasing him, but the treasure top under the moonlight was very clear. And that city tower is the "Ming Tower" that every imperial mausoleum will have.

In the past, during the Shangyuan Festival, at the temple fair in Tianjin, Qin Beiyang heard a wandering artist say: Emperor Yongzheng did not die, but was assassinated by the heroine Lu Siniang to avenge his father (literary prison). She cut off the head of Emperor Yongzheng and fled. Therefore, when Emperor Yongzheng was buried, it was a headless corpse, and he could only be replaced by a gold head. Could it be that this golden mask is the real body in the dungeon?

The Qing Dynasty began outside the Guan. In the land of Longxing in the three eastern provinces, there are three tombs in Shengjing such as Nurhachi and Huang Taiji. The Shunzhi Dynasty entered the customs and built an imperial mausoleum in Ma Lanyu, Zunhua County. When he arrived in Yongzheng, he refused to be buried in Dongling, and seemed to have a lot of fears about his father Kangxi, and secretly combined with the barnyard official history to seize the heirs, and chose Yongning Mountain in Yi County, "the area where Qiankun gathers shows, the place where yin and yang meet, and the sand water in the dragon's cave, no beauty is not collected." The situation is rational, and all auspicious and salty are prepared". Since then, the Qing Dynasty emperor plum blossom bamboo burial in the east and west tombs. Xiling has the Tailing of Emperor Yongzheng, the Changling of Emperor Jiaqing, the Muling of Emperor Daoguang, and finally the Chongling of Emperor Guangxu.

Qin Beiyang completely turned, the stars and the moon were gone, and he was afraid of encountering the patrolling flag men, so he could only climb over the mountains and mountains to see if he could climb to the back mountain. In the boundless Taihang Mountains, he is a nine-year-old child, and I am afraid that he will be eaten by wolves in the middle of the road. If you bump into a robber, the ten oceans in the suitcase, I don't know if it will save your life or give you your life?

In the second half of the night, Qin Beiyang's two legs were about to break, and he often encountered weasels and foxes, both of which were animals with aura. He saw a curtain appear at the bottom of the mountain, and there was a large construction site faintly. He got closer and looked again, and it was clearly the Chongling construction site of Emperor Guangxu. After walking for most of the night, I came back again after a big circle, isn't this a ghost hitting the wall? It seems that the imperial tomb must not be turned around in the middle of the night, maybe the armed banner people he saw are not the living people today, but the souls of the soldiers guarding the tomb one or two hundred years ago.

I saw someone coming with torches from a distance, probably really a mausoleum keeper patrolling the mountain. Qin Beiyang had to lie down and crawl to dodge, until there was a gloomy cold air coming from below the top of Emperor Guangxu's treasure, as if it was another golden well. He took a step forward, and his whole body fell like a sack.

"Oops!" The screams were all absorbed by the deep well. He smashed into a pile of soft loess, but fortunately he didn't hurt his muscles and bones. He stood up and touched the mouth of the well, even if there were two Arhats on his own, he couldn't reach them. This well is dry, not a water well. The round wellhead is like a full moon, the thick clouds disperse, the moon appears, the wellhead itself is like a full moon, as if there is more moon in the moon, and the ring sets the ring, just like the pattern of this imperial tomb.

Don't dare to call for help, Qin Beiyang found that there was a tunnel at the bottom of the well, and he didn't know if it led to the underground palace? He walked sideways and vertically, and there was silence, as if there was some kind of voice, and the breath was wafting in his ears. He took two steps back, listened attentively, and it turned out to be a children's rhyme—

Green dragon head, white dragon tail,

The child begs for joy on a rainy day.

The wheat is browned,

Start the Dragon King.

Big down and small down,

The first to eighteen.

Mahasa

Qin Beiyang found that in the hole on the edge of the tunnel, there was a dark secret room, and children's songs came out from there. Anyway, all kinds of strange things happened tonight, and it's not too bad. He went into the secret room, lit a candle and looked, and there was a boy lying against the wall—he was younger than himself, and he was only six or seven years old.

No, the boy in front of him is clearly asleep, how to sing a nursery rhyme? Qin Beiyang shouted: "Hey! Wake up! ”

The boy was wearing a beautiful satin horse coat, embroidered with the word longevity of the royal blue silk cloth, shining under the candlelight, this is clearly a longevity clothes!

Is it a dead man? The boy's eyes, mouth and nose were closed, and his face was covered with a thick layer of silver. Qin Beiyang immediately hid in the corner, let alone touching, and didn't dare to look at it.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside, followed by the sound of rustling footsteps. Qin Beiyang blew out the candle, and sure enough, something came in, but it was dark and couldn't see clearly. Then a small oil lamp was lit, and an old man appeared in the secret room, wearing the clothes of the Qing Palace, his whole braid was snow-white, and not a single black hair could be seen.

The old man also had a little girl under his armpit.