Lin Zhaoxia and Zhao Guangyuan went to Tongzhou again.

Also staying in Lin Zhaoxia at the homestay, Zhao Guangyuan returned to the palace. Overnight, he took Fang Er to Tongzhou and went to the cemetery of Prince Jingde.

The sky was white, Fang Er was led by His Royal Highness, thinking that he was going to do something big, but he didn't think that he would go to the cemetery. This horror in my heart. Your Highness didn't know what madness had in the past two days, and he did something that people couldn't understand.

Yesterday he asked him to dig up the villain, and today he asked him to come to see the tomb of the former prince.

Standing behind His Highness, rubbing his arms and following him closely, he didn't dare to ask.

Zhao Guangyuan didn't expect to come to Prince Jingde's cemetery one day. Six years ago, he was just locked up in his Jingyang Palace, how could he think that there would be such a relationship behind him.

Prince Jingde is the eldest son of the thirteenth emperor of Daqi, and he has been the prince since his birth, and was later deposed because of his rebellion. He was not buried in the imperial mausoleum when he died, but buried in Tongzhou next door.

Now a lonely tomb stands there, although the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but it still makes people feel lonely.

Even though the emperor's great-grandfather restored his reputation and ordered his tomb to be rebuilt, he was still far away from his ancestors and buried here alone.

"Lay out the offerings." Zhao Guangyuan instructed Fang Er.

Fang Er hurriedly took out all kinds of things from the basket he brought and laid them out in front of the stele.

Zhao Guangyuan poured a glass of sake, toasted it from afar, and poured it on the ground in front of the monument. Looking at the words on the tombstone, I was fascinated.

I don't know if the future will be able to find you, and I don't know if it's right or wrong for me to do this. Although I am forced by life, I am determined to do so, firstly, I don't want the Qi Dynasty to be lost in the dust and smoke of history like this, and I want future generations to know its existence, and secondly, I don't want you to lie here alone.

If future generations find your resting place, they will protect you well, which is not another comfort to you, and you will also become a hero of Great Qi.

After meditating, he took the three incense sticks in the second hand, lifted the corner of the robe and knelt in front of the stele, I don't know if you have any complaints, if you don't agree with what I do, please come into my dream. If you agree with what I do......

I glanced down at the incense in my hand, and if you agree with what I did, please put it out.

At this time, the sky has just turned white, and people feel a little cool in the autumn morning dew, but there is no wind around, and the green smoke curls up, without a trace of the wind, but miraculously, the incense is extinguished.

"How did it go out?" Fang Er looked around, the tree and the grass didn't move, how could this incense be extinguished?

Zhao Guangyuan was relieved and ordered him, "Hurry up and order again!" "Keep your eyes on the incense.

Fang Er gave the point again. Outcome...... and perished.

"It's weird." Fang Er didn't believe in evil, so he lit the incense again, and as a result, it was extinguished again!

Mother, there are ghosts!

Fang Er was so frightened that he threw all the fire folds, and rushed over and grabbed Zhao Guangyuan's arm tightly. Mother, I met a ghost in the blue sky and daytime. That thing really wasn't clean yesterday!

"Your Highness, let's go back." His voice trembled.

Zhao Guangyuan had already personally picked up the fire fold and lit the incense, but this time, it was not extinguished.

Maybe there really is a miracle in the dark. Zhao Guangyuan solemnly inserted the incense in front of the monument, and knocked his head down, Prince Jingde, please rest assured, I will definitely let the descendants place you properly, so that you can ascend to the immortal class.

When Fang Er saw it, he also kowtowed.

Then Zhao Guangyuan got up, silently took out the theodolite he was carrying, and wrote down the coordinates. The two returned to the palace, and Zhao Guangyuan returned to Lin Zhaoxia's side.

"Do you remember everything?"

"Hmm." Zhao Guangyuan nodded, his mood was not high.

Lin Zhaoxia understands his emotions, and he wants to inform future generations of the resting place of his ancestors, so that future generations can pout it, and he can't get over it psychologically. "Otherwise, we'll forget it. He said that when it came to you, he could not remember where the grave was. ”

Zhao Guangyuan shook his head, "This doesn't convince them." "It will only make the relevant departments feel that he has reservations and will live under surveillance in the future.

Thinking that Prince Jingde's experience was similar to that of his own brother, his heart was sad.

Six years ago, he was locked up in the Jingyang Palace where Prince Jingde lived, after several generations, the Jingyang Palace has not been repaired, thinking of what happened to Prince Jingde in the past, he empathizes, and now he wants to make his cemetery public, and he feels a little uncomfortable.

When the emperor's great-grandfather rehabilitated Prince Jingde, he wanted to move his grave and move it to Tianshou Mountain, but was stopped by the ministers.

said that Prince Jingde had a fateful life, and he finally slept in Tongzhou, so he only sent the mausoleum to guard the mausoleum, and there was no need to make a big move, so as to disturb Prince Jingde. So he was buried there all the time.

"Prince Jingde has no descendants, if he reports it, it should be dug up and made into a museum, and it will be protected, and it doesn't seem bad to him." Zhao Guangyuan comforted himself.

He didn't dare and wouldn't announce the location of the Great Qi Emperor's mausoleum, the place where the ancestors of the Zhao family were buried, he didn't want to say anything. But in the balance, it seems that only Prince Jingde is suitable.

He was the thirteenth prince of the Qi Dynasty, and when he was buried, the epitaph engraved with his life was buried in the ground. Later, the emperor's great-grandfather rehabilitated him, and he had the epitaph engraved again and buried it again.

The two epitaphs are ironclad evidence of the existence of the Qi Dynasty.

"Let's go out for a walk." After figuring it out, he said to Lin Zhaoxia.

The two of them took their things and looked for them according to the coordinates. In the same way, thousands of years have passed, and the location shown by the coordinates is a completely different scene.

Neither of them had the tools to dig a hole there and see if there was anything underneath. After looking around, I only saw thorny bushes on the slopes. Not even the big rocks.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't know the bottom in his heart, "If you don't find it, do you still want to contribute the coordinates of the imperial tomb?" ”

Zhao Guangyuan shook his head, he subconsciously didn't want future generations to disturb the ancestors. "If Prince Jingde can't find it here, then the Great Qi Emperor's Mausoleum won't be found either."

But the things he and Xia Er buried could indeed be dug up in Daqi according to the coordinate location. He couldn't figure it out. Is he going to make a fake tomb to come out?

No, no, no, if you can't find it, you can't find it, maybe it's providence.

"I can't find it, and I'll change my rhetoric then. After all, as I said at the beginning, my ancestors have been overseas for four generations, and it is understandable that I can't remember the place where my ancestors are buried. ”

"Okay. Let it be. ”

After coming out for a few days, the two of them thought about Changzhi, and then set off back to Haishi.

The day after he returned, Zhao Guangyuan went to inform the relevant departments of the location of the ancestral grave. It is said that the ancestor was later demoted to the cemetery of Prince Shoujingde, and it is only vaguely recorded in Tongzhou, but it is not clear where it was passed on to his generation.

The relevant departments immediately sent relevant personnel to the site provided by him for exploration.

The result was not returned, Zhao Guangyuan went back to the palace to do the stand-in, and Lin Zhaoxia heard that the short drama she wrote had been filmed and was about to be released, so the crew asked her to cooperate with the publicity, and Lin Zhaoxia agreed.

I started to be busy posting Weibo, posting moments, downloading software, and registering accounts. was busy when Mama Lin's phone called......

(End of chapter)