Qu Jinghe was looking in the mirror in the bedroom.

Compared with the senior officials and parliamentarians of the Beiyang government and the Department of Communications, he has a young face, but he is in his early thirties, tall and slender, with fair and fresh skin, and a cleanly shaved beard.

Speaking of red lips and beautiful eyes, he really put lipstick on himself, painted his eyebrows, and made up all kinds of makeup, and applied blush with rouge, and turned into a delicate lady. He tightened his head with a cloth band, and hung the corners of his eyes, which was quite painful but enjoyable. Then there is the "patch", which is mixed with elm bark glue and real human hair to decorate the beauty's sideburns...... Wear nets, hairpins, hair pads, comb your hair, wear water veils, and finally wear a green head.

Qu Jinghe put on a set of colorful costumes, and finally transformed from a six-foot man to Yang Guifei on the stage.

He-no, he should use "her", with a charming Hua Dan voice, babbling and singing: "The geese fly in the sky, the geese fly and the geese fly and the geese fly and the voice of the slave falls in the shade of the flowers, this scenery is sultry and drunk and comes to the Baihua Pavilion ......"

Isn't this Mei Lanfang's "The Drunken Concubine"?

"She" picked up the small wine glass, glass after glass, only poured herself slightly drunk, smiling smartly, beautiful eyes, and a luxurious makeup, it was really what Bai Juyi said, "Wrapping clothes and pushing pillows and wandering, beaded and foil silver screens opened." ”

But seeing that there are a lot of antiquities in the house, the maid of Tang Sancai, the facsimile of "Bu Yuan Tu", and even the dark utensils unearthed from the ancient tombs of the Tang Dynasty, the decoration of this furniture and curtains is also the style of the Tang Dynasty.

The concubine swayed out of the bedroom and came into the courtyard in the cold moonlight. If someone bumps into it, it will be thought that Yang Yuhuan's fragrant soul will appear. "She" opened another door with the key, and sure enough, there was a huge coffin.

The outer coffin is as tall as a small house, and it looks like a canopy boat on the canal, with both ends raised high, and the feeling of flying eaves and walls. The thousand-year-old high-grade catalpa wood is still strong, and the bright vermilion lacquer, only a few of them fall off and are mottled, and you can still see the characters and mythical beasts of the Tang Dynasty. At one end of the coffin, there was a hole split by an axe, which had been protected by two wooden planks and a hidden window.

Three months ago, Qu Jinghe heard that Beijing's largest antique dealer, Li Botong of Longxitang, had bought a new Tang Dynasty item. He visited the house as a member of the National Assembly, and was able to see the coffin from the Tang Dynasty tomb in Bailuyuan, and learned the true identity of the owner of the tomb - Empress Wu Zetian and Gaozong Li Zhi's grandson, and Li Longqi, the king of Zhongnan County. After bargaining, it was finally sold for 5,000 oceans. The new transportation system controls the railway, and the house has its own silver taels, Qu Jinghe paid the full amount on the same day, and secretly transported this rare coffin. Considering that the end of the year was approaching, Qu Jinghe wanted to return to his hometown in Hunan, so he secretly transported the coffin into a monastery in the north of the city, falsely claiming that it was the coffin of his relative. The temple also runs Yizhuang, and it is normal to park the coffin temporarily, and no one will doubt it. After the New Year, Qu Jinghe returned to Beijing, took the coffin out of the temple, and returned it to his own mansion in Mao'er Hutong.

At this moment, the congressman dressed as Yang Guifei touched the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, and said something in his mouth: "Lord Jun, you are the half-brother of Emperor Li Longji of Tang Ming, and the slave family is your sister-in-law, come to greet you." ”

"She" lit the lamp again, and there was a desk and the four treasures of the study next to the coffin. "She" spread out a piece of rice paper, studied ink and picked up a pen, and wrote a few big characters on the far right: "The Great Zhou Dynasty End Nanjun King Sacrifice". This Yang Guifei wrote Yan Zhenqing's regular script, which is strong and round, with strong bones, and it is not like what a woman writes. After a little thought, she put pen to paper and wrote down the memorial text......

This one, sprinkled with a thousand words, shows the skillful literary skills. The last paragraph "Woohoo, words are poor and love cannot end, you know that it is also evil?" It's not knowing and it's evil? Alas! Feast! "Directly copied Han Yu's "Sacrifice Twelve Lang Wen".

Congressman Qu Jing and put down his pen, came to the coffin, hesitated again and again, and opened the two wooden planks that had been split open.

"She" carried the lamp and shone into the depths of the coffin, the outer coffin and the inner coffin were broken, and between the dim light and shadow, the dust flew uncertainly, and the shape of the two high-toed shoes hidden under Luo Ji could be vaguely seen.

There was an icy chill, like smoke from dry ice. The concubine's red lips trembled, but "she" still crawled into the coffin hole. The coffin was as cold as nine days, making "her" limbs almost frozen.

Like a nightmare or a spring dream, "she" has fully entered the inner coffin, first seeing the colorful uppers, and then the tomb owner lying under a bed.

A teenager.

From the three feet underground of the Netherworld Yellow Spring, from the dust of 1,200 years, from the end of the South Mountain and the White Deer Plain, from the Chang'an Daming Palace, from the Luoyang Taichu Palace.

There is no decay.

Li Longqi, the king of Zhongnan County, died at the age of fifteen, lifelike, eyebrows and eyes like silk, shining and recognizable, like drinking a pot of Du Kang wine, drunk for a thousand years, and not waking up for ten thousand years.

Qu Jinghe had never seen such a teenager, "she" held her breath and slowly lay down beside him. The coffin was spacious enough, like a sleeping palace condensed from the ground into the ground, enough for them to lie side by side. is like the concubine who accompanied Ma Weipo after his death, and saw Emperor Tang Ming separated by yin and yang. "She" is convinced that when Li Longji was a young man, he was also so handsome. It's just that between life and death, the two switched places. From the corners of her eyes, rippling tears flowed to support the sorrow of thousands of years of looking at each other......

The words in "Song of Long Hatred" seemed to sound in my ears again: "The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a dance of neon clothes and feathers." Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring. ”

Suddenly, the phone rang.

In addition to the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, a pair of telephones were installed, and the ringing was like a cry, which immediately interrupted the delusions of Congressman Qu Jing and all the spring hearts.

One last glance at Li Longyi's face, "she" hurriedly climbed out of the coffin and closed the two wooden planks again, as if closing the door of the tomb.

The phone rang non-stop, Qu Jinghe hurriedly picked it up, and heard a dull man's voice: "Are you ready?" ”

"Ready...... All right. ”

He regained the man's voice, just thin, like a teenager.

"Okay, within an hour, I'll send someone to pick it up."