After Zhao Guangyuan finished speaking, Lin Zhaoxia looked at him in astonishment.

How do you think this is a play?

"Don't go. Not prepared at all. In the evening, do a guide online before going. And go to the gold shop to buy pearls, not afraid of being slaughtered? ”

Zhao Guangyuan didn't understand much, but he could tell that she didn't approve. Didn't insist anymore.

"Take a taxi when you go back." He didn't want to crowd the subway anymore and felt uncomfortable.

Hiss......

What's going on with this capitalist face!

"Wouldn't it be nice to feel the vibes here? Isn't it good to see all kinds of people in the car and see all kinds of things in the world? ”

Like them, screenwriters often have to go out to observe various characters, watch their mannerisms, listen to their words, and condense their line skills.

It's hard to go out and take a car.

Changzhi nodded considerately, and his mother was right for everything.

"But everybody else is staring at me." Zhao Guangyuan blushed a little.

Yes? Lin Zhaoxia reacted and smiled, "You are good-looking, but you don't let people look at it." If you look at those ugly ones, even if they come to them, no one wants to look at them. ”

"That's it." Long nodded his little head in approval.

Lin Zhaoxia glanced at the bun on Zhao Guangyuan's head, and couldn't help laughing.

Although the people in Haishi are open, the young man who looks so handsome, with a Taoist head tied and a hairpin, makes people can't help but look at it twice.

And his temperament is also incompatible with ordinary people, sitting on the subway, his posture is straight, and he sits straight and straight, which is just unbearable.

Seeing her covering her mouth and laughing, Zhao Guangyuan was embarrassed. It's hard to talk about her, so I had to play a brain melon in the face of the fun-stealing Changzhi.

"Humph!" Changzhi chirped angrily and raised his small fist at him.

It wasn't until Lin Zhaoxia agreed to take a taxi when he came back that Zhao Guangyuan was willing to move. The three of them went to the library as planned.

There was still some distance from the subway to the library, so long that he was holding Lin Zhaoxia's hand tightly, and his eyes looked around curiously, Zhao Guangyuan was not much better, and he was also curious about everything.

I have always thought that the capital of Daqi is lively and prosperous, rich and extravagant, and it can be compared with this, one on the ground and one in the sky. This is a scenario that will not appear in a dream, Yuan is in the Heavenly Palace.

When I entered the library, I felt that this was the Heavenly Palace.

How can there be such a big space that is only used for books! How many books do you have to have!

"Wow, mother, it's so big here, are there so many layers of books?"

"Yes, each layer is a different classification."

Wow! I've never read so many books! Brother Heshun has a few books that are still collected as treasures, but there are so many here! That bookshelf is taller than Your Highness! It's still so long, so many rows! No head in sight. Wow!

Zhao Guangyuan was also stunned, how could there be so many books!

He thought that there were enough books in the palace library, and compared with here, it was a drop in the ocean.

One big and one small quickly immersed themselves in a sea of books.

Lin Zhaoxia was also worried that they couldn't read modern simplified characters, so they each took the book they wanted to read and found a place to sit, so they were fascinated.

Seeing that they were adapting well, Lin Zhaoxia made an appointment with them and went to find the book they wanted to read.

Zhao Guangyuan's heart was very shocked, there were so many books, he would be happy to imprison him here.

So far, he has learned a lot of modern characters, he can understand the general title list, and there are also ancient books, including traditional Chinese books.

Zhao Guangyuan wandered in front of the bookshelf of historical and ancient documents, and he couldn't help but think about it.

After flipping through the Chinese chronicles, there is really no Great Qi.

There were dynasties before Qi, but why was there no Great Qi? Is Daqi a history that is not recorded? Or has it never appeared in this world?

Zhao Guangyuan looked around, but there was no record of Daqi.

Finally, when he was looking for books on the shelf, he saw that a book had been put upside down, and he pulled it out and wanted to put it back up, but when he pulled it out, he took a look, "The Lu Family World"?

Thinking of his grandfather's Lu, Zhao Guangyuan hooked the corners of his mouth, unconsciously flipped over, and was stunned on the spot.

Zhao Guangyuan hurriedly found a corner, sat on the ground, and flipped through the book "The World of the Lu Family" in his hand.

In the eighteenth year of Zheng, a five-year-old boy in the capital was taken to Liaodong, secretly raised in a hidden valley in Liaodong, and followed Mr. every day to learn literature and martial arts, and practiced a skill, especially the Lu family gun, which was even more superb.

Eight years later, this kid was born, and it took only two years to pocket 300,000 defenders of Hangu Pass, and restore the old name of "Lu Jiajun", and build Hangu Pass into Hangu City, a country of its own. It took a year to take the entire Liaodong into his own hands.

The following year, he led an army of 500,000 to the capital.

Destroying all the way, everywhere he went, he didn't encounter much resistance, and advanced all the way to the capital. After only half a month of siege, the capital fell.

The Great Qi Dynasty changed.

At the end of the book, Emperor Zhizheng was rescued by himself, kneeling on the ground, embarrassed.

scolded this kid who claimed to be the descendant of the Lu family: "I already knew the ambition of the wolf son of the Lu family!" It's hateful that I often regret it over the years, blaming myself for being cruel and often having trouble sleeping. I should have rummaged Daqi up and down in the first place, found you and beat you to death! Dig up your ancestral grave for eighteen generations and dig it out to whip the corpse! ”

The kid slowly approached Emperor Zheng and squatted down at him: "Planing my family's ancestral grave for eighteen generations?" Dig up the whip corpse? Okay, you go dig it, I'll watch it. ”

He sat cross-legged in front of him: "Do you plane? I'll send you right away. Don't worry that I will be unfavorable to you, I will not only send an army of 100,000 to escort you, but also ensure that you can return to the palace safely. How, do you want to plan? ”

Emperor Zhizheng was aroused: "Planing! Whoever doesn't planh is a grandson! ”

The kid raised an eyebrow: "Okay, that's what you said." ”

He turned around and ordered: "Come on, send our emperor to the imperial tomb of Tianshou Mountain to dig the grave, plus his divine palace is just eighteenth generation." You will watch him plan, and you will not come back until you have finished shaving. ”

"Tianshou Mountain Imperial Mausoleum?"

"Not really. Didn't you say you were going to dig up my ancestral grave? My ancestral tomb is in the Imperial Mausoleum of Tianshou Mountain. ”

Emperor Zhizheng was stunned.

The boy leaned into his ear: "It seems that you only know one thing, but you don't know the other." I am indeed a descendant of the Lu family, but the imperial mausoleum of Tianshou Mountain is indeed the ancestral tomb of my family. ”

Emperor Chaozhi Zheng smiled evilly: "My father, your son, the seventh Zhao Guangyuan, you won't forget him, right?" He was imprisoned in the imperial tomb by you back then, and you locked him up for six years, let him be trampled by, and poisoned to death by several palace people. And you, who are still in your palace city, are called long live by the mountains, and enjoy all the wealth. You're afraid you haven't thought about him, have you? ”

Emperor Zhizheng opened his mouth wide, this, this...... This is the son of Lao Qi?

Isn't the seventh heir?

Emperor Zhizheng looked at his eyebrows and face again, and sure enough, he looked like Lao Qiji!

Hahaha...... It's the son of the seventh child! Emperor Zhizheng finally laughed until he vomited blood, and reluctantly closed his eyes forever.

And the kid named Lu Changyu didn't restore the surname Zhao in the end, and changed Qi to "Lu", and later generations called Lu Taizu, and he also erased Qi from the history books!

Zhao Guangyuan's eyes were fixed on the book and did not move for a long time.

(End of chapter)