Qing Xiling, the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu, between the third and fourth tomb doors. The sun was shining on the ground, but in the depths of the earth, it was like a frosty late autumn.

"Beiyang."

Qin Customs hugged the child tightly, but Xiao Geng resisted with all his might, and shouted wildly in the underground palace: "I'm not called Beiyang!" My name is Qiu Xiaogeng, and my father's name is Qiu Desheng, hurry up and let me out, help! Help me! ”

"Child, it's useless for you to shout loudly, during the construction of the imperial tomb, I was the master of the underground palace."

"Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Qin Customs, a craftsman who has built tombs for the imperial tomb for generations." He forced the child into a corner, "I am your biological father." ”

"You lied to me! You all lied to me! ”

When Xiao Geng struggled to resist, the jade pendant that was close to his heart dangled to the outside of his clothes, as if a bright and bloody heart fell out.

Lao Qin hurriedly used a horse lamp to shine it, and sure enough, it was the Hetian warm blood jade, the burial goods of the Tang Dynasty tomb in Bailuyuan, but it was even more hot when it arrived in the underground palace, and there was no second one in the world that was the same. In the month of Gengzi, this jade pendant was hidden in the child's swaddling clothes and lost, and now it has become a token of father and son.

"What are you looking at?" The boy tucked the jade pendant back into his clothes, "This is what my father gave me." ”

"I'll show you something."

Qin Customs took off his shirt, revealing two birthmarks on the back of his neck, the same red antlers, symmetrical on both sides of the cervical vertebrae, but slightly faded and dull when he got older.

"You have this birthmark too?" Xiao Geng took two steps back, took off his shirt, and also glanced at Qin Customs, "A few days ago, Inspector Ye came to my house and took two mirrors on the front and back, and I found this birthmark for the first time. ”

"You can't be wrong, my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather...... For generations, there were two antler-shaped birthmarks on the back of their necks. ”

Qin Customs remembered that the child who died many years ago also had such a birthmark when he was born.

The boy said to himself: "Some people have always said that I don't look like my parents, I am a child who picked it up, is it true?" ”

Lao Qin opened the envelope left by Ye Kenan, stained with dried and blackened bloodstains, and the dimly jumping kerosene lamp shone out dense words-

Xiao Gengwuer:

See the words like meeting! When the day dawns, I will say goodbye to you forever! To tell you the truth, you are not my own son! Gengzi Incident, I was forced to be a tiger, trapped in the Dekou array, under the root of the imperial city, and met you in infancy. The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and I have compassion to save you back to the Jinmen house. My wife and I, who have no children under our knees, have treated you as if they were our own, and we have been in the spring and autumn for nine years. The above is not half a lie. Tonight, the detective of the Jingcheng West Road Patrol Police Bureau, peeling off the cocoon, found the door, I know that your biological father is still alive, and he is now on an errand for the Qing Emperor. Your father looks forward to you day and night, and has the handwritten letter of the current regent. I have been in love with you for nine years, and I should rest tonight. Woof! My tears and ink go down together, I only wish my son, healthy and healthy, go to illness and no disaster, he will fly to the world one day, and he will live up to the love of your adoptive parents! Farewell!

On April 2 of the first year of Xuantong, your adoptive father, Qiu Desheng

Ich liebe dich

It turned out that this was the letter written by Qiu Desheng before his death. As soon as he had finished writing the last word, the Assassin stabbed him in the back, stabbing him in the heart.

The boy snatched the blood-soaked letter, and the paper became extremely brittle and hard, which was the blood that burst out of his heart at the moment of Qiu Desheng's death.

Xiao Geng read it word by word, and at the end of the brush word, he added a German "Ich liebe dich" in pen words, which means "I love you", representing the deep friendship of his adoptive father.

Yes, this is Qiu Desheng's handwriting, it's true! In a trance, ink, strokes and blood stains seemed to turn into black flying insects, combining into various ancient words and numbers, densely covering the field of vision......

His mind seemed to be emptied, and his understanding of himself in the past nine years was about to be reversed and restarted.

The boy burst into tears, sat down on the ground, and turned his head to look at the old craftsman under the kerosene lamp: "Are you really my biological father?" ”

As a result, Qin Customs recounted it one by one, and the earth-shaking Gengzi year, like a wild horse unleashed the chariot of the gods, brutally crushed the top of the family's head.

Autumn wind Bailuyuan, Qin Beiyang was born in the Tang Dynasty Little Prince Necropolis Palace......

Hearing that he was taken away by the German army in the month of Gengzi year, the boy thought: "No wonder, my father is the most taboo about the old year of Gengzi." ”

"I'm your daddy." Qin Customs shined a kerosene lamp in his son's eyes, "From today on, your name is Qin Beiyang." ”

"Why am I called Beiyang? The name given by the Minister of Beiyang? ”

Qin Customs also talked about the child's grandfather, a veteran of the Beiyang Navy Division who fought Japan in the first year of the First Wu Dynasty and died in the battle on Liugong Island.

"Beiyang Sailor?"

The boy remembered his former naval dream, and the wooden model of the Dingyuan ironclad ship he made with his own hands was probably related to the name in the dark and the blood of the Beiyang Naval Division running in his veins, right?

"Qin Beiyang!"

In the mausoleum of Emperor Guangxu, Qin Customs burst into tears, he called again, and the nine-year-old boy raised his head and responded: "Hmm." ”

Finish and return to Qin.

The boy let Qin Customs hold him, and from then on, his future life will either fly to the world or die in the underground palace.

"Is this the Emperor's underground palace? The emperor is lying inside? ”

He tried his best to familiarize himself with his new identity, but he couldn't call Qin Customs his father yet.

"Shh

Qin Customs sealed his finger on his son's mouth. He pointed to an empty door behind him and said, "This is the fourth tomb door, but the stone slab has not yet been carved, and the brass fan has not been installed." I'll take you inside and have a look. ”

He took his son's hand, carried a kerosene lamp, and stepped into the last tomb door, which was the underground palace where the emperor's coffin was stored, but now it was only a prototype, like a hole in the earth, full of sand and stones, and it was still far from completion.

"What about the Emperor?"

"It is still parked in the Lianggezhuang Palace on the ground of Xiling, plus the emperor's favorite concubine Zhenniang, and they can only be buried after completion." Qin Customs touched the inner wall of the strange rocks, "I can't finish the work in three or five years." ”

"You're saying we're going to live here for three or five years?"

"Yes, that's what our family has been doing for generations."

Hearing this, Qin Beiyang was afraid in his heart, not because he was afraid of this imperial mausoleum, but because he still had school textbooks and homework in his suitcase. He carried a kerosene lamp and walked around the deepest part of the dungeon, and found that there was a deep circular well in the ground at the back of the center.

This well, which at first glance looks bottomless, is similar in diameter to a folk well. Nine-year-old Qin Beiyang was really bold, lying on the edge of the wellhead, holding a kerosene lamp to shine down. There was no water in the well, just an empty loess well.

"This is the Golden Well!"

Qin Customs whispered behind his back, this time it really scared him. Qin Beiyang even crawled to the side, took a deep breath and said, "Just now I felt a hot breath rising from the bottom of the well, rushing straight to the top of my head. Now I'm hot and dry, and I'm so uncomfortable! ”

The dungeon was unusually cold, but the child was already sweating profusely, so hot that he took off his shirt and walked bare-chested. In a few moments, he was bleeding from a thick black nose. Qin Customs got some gauze to plug his nostrils and warned: "Don't get close to Jinjing, it's for the emperor, I'm a mortal, don't be contaminated with this dragon qi." ”

"What if I get contaminated?"

"It's either a true dragon emperor, or a rebellious minister and thief!" Qin Customs whispered to his son, "This must not be heard." ”

"What is Kanei?"

"Since ancient times, to build a mausoleum, you must first determine the location of the golden well. The jargon is 'point'. The so-called 'three years to find the dragon, ten years to point points', the dragon vein is exposed between the heaven and the earth, by the mountains and rivers, it is not difficult to find. The cave is even more difficult to find a few feet of auspicious soil in the mountains and mountains. Once the point is out of the pool, it is a waste of work. ”

Hearing such mysterious things, Qin Beiyang remembered the knowledge taught in the German school: "This is not scientific! ”

"At the beginning of Emperor Jiajing's accession to the throne of the previous dynasty, there was a so-called great etiquette dispute. Emperor Jiajing inherited the throne of his cousin Emperor Zhengde, and despite the opposition of the Manchu Dynasty, he posthumously crowned the throne for his father King Xing, and rebuilt the tomb of Emperor Xingxian. There was a resident in the mountains who dreamed that Emperor Xingxian was sitting in his house. The feng shui master found this place at the point, and the two echoed each other, and this is the number of days. Emperor Jiajing summoned the mountain people into the palace to reward, and his house became the underground palace of Xianling. Qin Customs did not dare to approach Emperor Guangxu's Jinjing, and said from afar, "Jinjing, located in the core of the underground palace, is like the Tianyuan of Go, which determines the layout of the entire underground palace and the mausoleum. ”

"It's like a warship must have a keel."

"More important. Mortals have souls, and the golden well is where the soul of the mausoleum is located, sheltering the owner of the tomb and future generations. Above the golden well is the bed where the coffin is placed. Only by digging this well first can the imperial tomb be officially started. In previous years, it must have been approved by the emperor himself, and the royal feng shui master selected the auspicious day. Before digging the gold well, the three immortals were sacrificed: the mountain god, the earth god, and the priest god. The last god of the priest is the protector of our craftsmen. ”

"Just like Lu Ban, the ancestor of the craftsman's shop?"

"Yes." Qin Customs was pleased that his son was so smart, "Dig the foundation groove of the underground palace, and keep part of the original soil directly below the golden well, which is called the original mountain and auspicious soil, and you must not see the three lights of 'sun, moon, and stars'." After the completion of the mausoleum, some important treasures, such as the emperor's favorite things during his lifetime, should be put into the golden well for heaven and earth induction. Then, the coffin was transported into the underground palace and pressed directly against the golden well. In the future, if the coffin is not removed, the gold well will never be found. ”

"Suffered! I felt something in the gold well on me. ”