Autumn in England in 1921.

The ancient island of Britain, which has risen and fallen between the Atlantic and the North Sea for countless centuries, has experienced the conquest of Caesar's legions, the ravages of Vikings, the coronation of William the Norman, the ambition of Richard the Lionheart, and the guillotine of Charles II, ushering in the glorious revolution of William and Mary. The outlier of European civilization, the ruler of the four oceans, ushered in the century of Great Britain after the Industrial Revolution. Hard coal from Wales transported steamships to the Queen's Indian Empire, factories in Lancashire dumped cotton cloth onto the pigtailed Chinese, and Armstrong cannons bombarded all corners of the earth. This seemingly invincible lion, despite his victory over the Germanic eagle a few years ago, is gradually losing the crown on his head.

Deep in the warm plains of eastern England, the River Cam flows in a large arc and spans countless bridges, giving the city a name to Cambridge.

There are always a few flat-bottomed boats rippling on the water, and they need to support the slender boat Artemisia, just like the fishermen in southern China, rowing in the rainy and dense England. At this moment, the person holding the boat is a Chinese, about thirty years old, wearing a leather horse jacket and a Sherlock Holmes-style beret, and his size is not inferior to that of Europeans. Flocks of white swans, with slender necks raised, just to see the appearance of this beautiful man.

A girl looked directly at him. That year, she was seventeen years old, wearing a Chinese slanted floral robe, cutting a black child's flower head, and holding her cheeks with her hands, and was splashed with pieces of golden light by the setting sun.

There were also two men on the ship, one was very young, but in his early twenties, with no hair on his mouth, dressed in Mongolian robes, and he was the king of the small county of Ordostoro, and his son was Timur. As the youngest member of parliament of the Republic of China, he was visiting the British Empire on behalf of the Beiyang government, and he stopped by train from London to meet old friends from the theoretical physics laboratory at Cambridge University.

The other, twenty-four or five years old, wore a suit, gold-rimmed glasses, Sven Wen, had a stroke and meticulous hair, and had Ben Russell's philosophy book in his hand.

The girl looked up at the man holding the boat and said, "Brother Longsheng, why do you like physics alone?" ”

Li Longsheng put away the artemisia and sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat: "In addition to physics, I also love history. Half a year ago, as an assistant to the great Swedish explorer Sven Heding, I traveled through most of the Silk Road, through the deserts of Xinjiang, and even into the ancient cities of Lop Nur and Loulan. ”

"Have you arrived at the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang?"

"It's nature!" The little king interjected, the beauty was on the side, so he naturally wanted to be more in the limelight, "I can testify!" This king also traveled all the way, and the adventures during this period were enough to write ten books! ”

The girl didn't care about the young congressman, and continued to stare at Li Longsheng's charming eyes: "Are the caves and buildings good?" ”

"Wonderful! It's a pity that many of the treasures in the cave have been scattered overseas. Li Longsheng smiled very charmingly, stretched out his hand into the water of the Kang River, white swans, mallards, and swim over one after another, "Little sister Huiyin, you also love cultural relics and ancient buildings?" ”

Huiyin's little sister grinned: "I want to study architecture." ”

"Ambitious! But you're a girl, why don't you study liberal arts? ”

She pursed her lips a little in disgust: "What's wrong with the girl?" The ancient buildings hidden in the deep mountains or among the dwellings are treasures that are kept in the depths of the boudoir, and if they are not cherished, they will slowly decay and slowly return to dust. ”

"From the dust, and from the dust!"

The young man on the same boat was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth.

The little king smiled: "Brother Shima, are you going to chant poetry again?" ”

"No, I'm talking about philosophy. I wanted to study under Mr. Russell, but fortunately, Mr. Dickinson recommended me to come to Cambridge University as a special student. When I have nothing to do, I bask in the sun on the big lawn and look at the Gothic spire of the church from the three-ring bridge......"

At this point, Shima's elder brother, Huiyin's sister, as well as Li Longsheng and Xiaojunwang, all looked at the King's Bridge, which was built in 1819, and on the right side of the large lawn, was the cathedral and the square King's College. On the top of the Gothic spire, a black monster flies.

"This ...... What kind of plane is it? ”

Brother Shima held up his glasses in fear, and everyone on the lawn craned their necks to marvel at the four-winged demons or angels flying through the air.

"It's not an airplane, it's a grave beast."

Li Longsheng looked up at the sky with confidence, raised the artemisia in his hand and waved it.

"Tomb Beast?" Sister Huiyin approached him and asked, "But the tomb beast in the ancient tomb of China?" ”

"Sister, you really have the talent to engage in the protection of cultural relics and ancient buildings!"

Huiyin's sister looked up curiously at the flying tomb beast flying over Cambridge: "My father said that during the Paris Peace Conference two years ago, there were three tomb beasts who fought against the Palace of Versailles and almost assassinated the Big Three. ”

"Mr. Ling Zun Lin Changmin, but the great hero who launched the May Fourth Movement through the newspaper." The little county king began to show off again, "I am also a witness to Versailles, one of the three town tomb beasts back then, is above our heads!" It's called Quadwingah! ”

"Four-Winged Angel Town Gravemon?" Brother Shima finally interjected, "This name has the flavor of ancient Christianity or ancient Babylon." ”

"Yes, the owner of its tomb is a Nestorian cult from the Tang Dynasty."

Fluttering two pairs of wings, above the four-winged angel town tomb beast that soared in the daytime, a huge and friendless airship appeared, and the spindle-shaped airbag shell was smeared with copper coin patterns in the round sky. Li Longsheng already knew who was controlling the airship and the tomb beast.

A moment later, the Tomb Beast landed on the lawn of King's College, Cambridge, and watched many college students around, but no one dared to approach it, because the body of the four-winged angel made a rumbling mechanical sound and scorching heat.

At the same time, the airship hovered over the lawn, and a soft ladder was released from the cabin, and someone slowly climbed down, jumped onto the lawn, planted a heel, patted his butt and got up, and waved to the boat on the River Cam.

"Brother Longsheng, this is a Chinese, it seems to be waving to us?"

"Yes, this person is my good friend, Huzhou Qian Ke, I asked him to Cambridge!"

The airship came down with a few European technicians, who were responsible for the care and maintenance of the Four-Winged Tomb Beast. Qian Ke, dressed in overalls and wearing glasses like the bottom of a beer bottle, rushed happily to the Kang River and saluted Li Longsheng: "Dr. Li, I'm not late, am I?" ”

"Flying straight from Germany?"

"Yes, we flew over the Rhine, the Dutch seabed, across the North Sea, to the east coast of England."

"That was the route of the German bombing of Britain in the World War!"

Li Longsheng pulled Qian Ke onto the boat, and the little county king was already familiar with him, and introduced the two Chinese compatriots on the boat in turn: "Lady first, this is Miss Lin, the daughter of the famous Mr. Lin Changmin, and the niece of the martyr Lin Juemin." That one is Mr. Xu, who is also from Zhejiang, a famous family in Haining, and he is very good at writing new poems. ”

"Mr. Xu, my uncle is also a literary master, Mr. Qian Xuantong, a professor at National Peking University."

"Long admiration! Long admiration! ”

Faced with Dr. Cambridge, MPs, and children of famous families on the boat, Shima's original pride disappeared.

"Everyone, sit tight!"

Li Longsheng once again propped up the long artemisia, drove the boat through the bridge hole of the King's Bridge, and went down the waves and aquatic plants of the Kang River.

As the sun sets, the golden light ripples, reflecting the idyllic scenery. Seventeen-year-old Huiyin's younger sister, slender hand paddled the water waves, looking at Li Longsheng's heroic posture of holding the boat, smiling skillfully, beautiful eyes......