Not only is it uncomfortable, it is like being choked by someone's neck, and it becomes difficult to breathe, like a dying fish, and it doesn't even belong to itself.

Zhang Han stumbled.

"Hey, be careful."

Wang was so close that he quickly blocked it, "It's all rocks here, and if you fall face down, your face will be ruined."

"Thank you." Zhang Han held Wang Li's hand, regained his footing, and gasped for breath.

Zhang Han stood firm, and the young general withdrew his hand, just now he was blinded by the wind, his eyes were very sour at this time, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but complain to Zhang Han, "It's so strange here."

"I don't like it here."

Zhang Han nodded, it was rare to reach a consensus with Wang Li. - he didn't like it either.

Hehua's body trembled slightly in his sleep.

Han Su held the person in his arms.

The glutinous rice dumplings that had just slept sweetly were very white at this time, and a little cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, as if they were greatly frightened, and their two little hands were clutching their clothes.

"It smells so good." The glutinous rice dumplings unconsciously murmured, "There are so many flowers."

Han Shu frowned, "Princess?"

- This place is so weird!

The princess rarely has nightmares, and even if she does, she can coax people back with a little coaxing, yawning and rubbing her eyes, and soon fall asleep.

But this time it was completely different, the little princess seemed to be in a nightmare, and the whole person was in a state of panic, but it didn't seem to be like it, she was still murmuring, and seemed to see many flowers in her dreams.

She loved the flowers.

Warm, fragrant, flowers around him, flowers brocade, stars holding the moon, all show the honor and dignity that Princess Daqin should have.

"What's wrong with Eleven?"

Hearing the soft voice of Han Su calling Hehua, Wang Li couldn't complain to Zhang Han anymore, and came to the front of the Hehua sedan chair in three or two steps, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he opened the sedan curtain.

Inside the sedan chair was a little girl covered in sweat. Zhang Han staggered over.

"What's going on?"

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Han Shu hugged Hehua tightly, "Fang Cai is indeed fine, but since she stopped the carriage, the princess has begun to feel uncomfortable, as if she has been in a nightmare, and she has not been able to wake up."

Yin Han frowned,—— I can't let the princess stay here longer.

"Got a nightmare?"

Meng Yi raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and he could suppress the blackened dizziness in front of him, "Something is wrong with this place, princesses rarely have nightmares."

"Surely it's the reason for this place."

Wang Li said, "I feel uncomfortable when I come down, my eyes are very sour, and I can't breathe, if I am blinded by the wind, there should be no such effect."

Meng Yi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng's face was also a little bad at this time, "Your Majesty, let's send the princess back first."

Ying Zheng quietly looked at the gray little group, his eyes were silent and deep.

"Zhang Han, Wang Li, escort the princess away." Ying Zhengdao.

"Whoa."

Zhang Han immediately responded.

Wang Li looked at Ying Zheng, "Your Majesty, we are leaving, what about you?" This place is weird, not only the princess can't stay long, but you'd better not stay in this place for a long time. "

"No problem."

Ying Zheng shook his head.

Meng Yi reached out and patted Wang Li on the shoulder, "You go back first."

Meng Yi rarely raised his foot and kicked himself without meeting, the young general was a little unaccustomed to it, moved to the side, distanced himself from Meng Yi, scratched his head, "You persuade Your Majesty, let Your Majesty go back early."

"What's there to do in such a strange place? It's only right to go back early. "

"Yes."

The skin monkey doesn't get kicked for a day, and Meng Yi makes a gesture to kick people, "Get out."

The king kept rolling, "Don't forget to persuade Your Majesty!" My father is not here, you have to take a good look at Your Majesty, otherwise my father will not be able to spare you when he comes back!"

It's itchy again.

The carriage departed in a hurry.

The group disappeared from Meng Yi's sight, and Meng Yi looked back at Yingzheng. Ying Zheng had just retracted his gaze at this time, and Ling Li Feng's eyes squinted lightly, looking at the unknown little flowers all over the mountains.

br /> Lis's heart straightened up.

It's really strange here, but he doesn't have the extreme discomfort of Yingzheng and the others, he only has a creepy feeling, and even when the morning breeze caresses his face, he feels that it is a resentful flame screaming to devour him.

It's too evil.

This place is really wicked!

Li Si wrapped himself in his coat and caught up with Yingzheng's footsteps, "Your Majesty, is this the place you are looking for?"

"Professor He, the head of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee is looking for you."

The woman nodded and took the phone, "Hello, please speak."

"Professor He, isn't this the case, isn't our tomb very popular on the Internet?" This is a good opportunity, and the city wants to take advantage of this wave of east wind to develop tourism. "

"But you also know that our city's finances are running out of funds, so how can you have the money to invest in tourism? We can only attract investment and let capital come and invest. "

She was not surprised by this matter, when the princess's tomb was just exposed, it caused a great sensation on the Internet, the government attaches great importance to it, and is committed to making this place another big tourism IP, the archaeological work has not yet ended, and the surrounding infrastructure has been carried out one after another, but unfortunately the government overestimates its economic strength, and the capitalists are not philanthropists, they don't see rabbits and eagles.

A princess tomb far away from the city in the ravine, the operability and profitability of single-line tourism are very low, although the online popularity is high, it can not be realized, that is, there is no heat, there is no use, in this case, it is strange to be able to attract business.

But the local government does have some luck on it, or the most important thing in these years is the second or third generation of people who are stupid and have a lot of money, the woman holds the phone, and the other party's happy voice comes from the other end of the phone-

"Our luck is good, there is a second generation who has taken a fancy to our tomb, and the government has been docking during this time, and it has been negotiated."

"Today, the second generation returned to China, saying that he wanted to come to our tomb for a field trip before signing the contract, if there is no problem, he can sign the contract after the inspection, and he will pay the government to make our tomb a one-stop service for tourism IP."

"I'm out on a business trip today, and it's probably going to be evening when I get to us."

"In this way, you have always been in charge of the archaeological work of the tomb, you put aside the work at hand first, take the second generation down to the tomb in the afternoon, and explain the princess tomb to him."

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Dai has just returned to China, and he doesn't know much about domestic things, and he doesn't know anything about archaeology, so you don't have to go too deep, just say what he asks. "

"By the way, and the flowers you brought with you when you went to the grave, this matter must be told!" In these years, if there are no mysterious and mysterious legendary supernatural stories, the development of tourism will not be able to develop. "

The woman raised her wrist and looked at the time, "What does he call him?" What time will it be?"

"What is the English name? I don't remember exactly. "I didn't say it in Chinese, I only know that his father's surname is Wang, you can call him Xiao Wang."

"He said he would arrive at two o'clock, but he likes to be late, and he is not accurate, if you don't want to wait, just arrive at our workbench at three o'clock, and I guess he can arrive at half past three."

"Okay, I got it."

The woman hung up.

It was already noon, and the staff began to distribute the working meal, and when they saw the woman finish calling, they brought her a working meal, "Professor He, your meal."

"Thank you."

The woman took the lunch box and carried her things back to the dormitory.

The government is committed to building the princess tomb into a new tourism IP, although it has not yet finished recruiting, but the surrounding planning has been done, the asphalt road has been widened, it is very convenient to travel to and from the city, the archaeological team's studio and prefabricated house are built not far from the princess tomb, and when the archaeological work is completely over, these two places can also be used as tourist attractions.

As the soul of the archaeologists, women are treated better than others, and they are assigned to a set of small dormitories with two bedrooms and one living room, one room is for work and the other room is for rest, and the life of 007 migrant workers is reflected in reality.

Back in the dormitory, there is a bouquet of flowers at the door of the woman, not only her dormitory, but every person who participates in the archaeology will have a bouquet of flowers at the door, which is the unwritten rule of the archaeological team.

The woman held the flowers, opened the door, and put the small bag containing the phalanges on the workbench, and the flowers in her hands also put down and rested next to the phalanges.

This time, the bouquet did not wither quickly at a rate visible to the naked eye, but at a very slow rate, only twice as fast as the usual rate of decay, and the woman was dazzled, knowing that her time was short, and she immediately lay down on the bed, and under the pillowcase of cotton and linen was a stone of no longer distinguishable color that she had taken from the cemetery.

The woman quickly fell asleep.

It's a dreamland, but it's better to say that it's a fragmentary memory reappearing.

> thousands of years passed, piecing together her memories little by little like a jigsaw puzzle, so she knew who she was - Emperor Ji of Great Qin, Princess Hehua, the youngest daughter of Qin Shi Huang's favorite.

As the princess of Daqin, who holds the moon with all the stars, she should have countless brocade clothes and jade noodles, and flowers for a lifetime, but she didn't, she died in the winter when Qin Shihuang died.

It seemed to be a very cold winter, and her fragments of her body were thrown into a makeshift pit, hastily buried, and then hastily erected a monument.

After doing all this, those people were still making a fire on her grave and roasting their hands, complaining that they should have kept warm at home in this kind of ghost weather, but because of the orders of the upper peak, they were doing disgusting things on such a deserted mountain.

"It's cold."

She heard someone talking.

yes, it's cold.

It's really cold underground.

Something rose into the sky and swallowed everything in an instant.

She heard someone wailing in pain, she tilted her head, it was familiar, but she didn't know why, she just knew that it wasn't enough, she needed more, but there was no life around her, she didn't feel any life, only herself, in the dead silence.

The world is so quiet.

It was cold and quiet, and she didn't like it.

But she couldn't go anywhere. She could only wander in this place, alone.

She couldn't remember how many years had passed, but one day, suddenly there was the sound of horses' hooves galloping like thunder, and someone was talking.

It seemed to be pointing in her direction, "General, that's the princess's tomb."

"Perhaps God thinks that the princess died unjustly, and those who killed her suddenly fell on fire while she was cleaning up the traces in front of her screen, and burned them all alive, and the screams could be heard even by the people at the foot of the mountain."

The person who spoke was a lieutenant general, and she obviously didn't know who that person was, let alone what the lieutenant was, but she knew that he was a lieutenant, and he was talking to her, "The fire burned for ten days and nights, and the mountain was scorched black, and since then, no one dares to go up the mountain to see what it is."

"General, this is an ominous place, and the resentment is very heavy, so you better not go over." The adjutant general spoke bitterly and seemed to be persuading a person.

The man was a general, bigger than the adjutant general. What is a general? She doesn't know, who is this person? She didn't know even more.

; All she knew was that the general seemed to be in a depressed mood and that he was upset.

Why is he sad?

She looked at the general quietly, the general did not answer the words of the adjutant general, the general did not answer, just turned over and dismounted. There was something hanging from the horse, and he took it off and walked to the tombstone, or rather, to her.

She suddenly jumped with joy.

She couldn't tell what it was, but she was just happy, she was happy to gather around him, trying to touch what he was carrying, but she didn't have hands, she didn't even have a body, she was different from these people, she seemed to be a ball.

She looked down at herself, a little frustrated. She didn't understand why.

The general came to the tombstone.

This is a very simple tombstone, not even the name is engraved, the traces of the fire are obvious, as if those people will dirty this place when they come to engrave the words, and even the Qin character has not been carved.

The general put down what he was carrying and stretched out his hand to the adjutant behind him. The adjutant sighed, took the shovel from the guard's hand and handed it over.

Without saying a word, the general began to shovel dirt.

He shoveled all the soil next to the tombstone, the tombstone collapsed, he raised his foot and kicked the tombstone away, the charred tombstone was carried down, and the soil on the charred tomb began to loosen and continue to slide down.

The general picked up the shovel again and shoveled off the dirt bit by bit.

The humble tomb, the messy bones, and the lack of funerary goods at all, are not like a princess's tomb, but more like a slaughter ground that has been scrawled and buried after being tortured and killed.

The general lowered his eyes and placed the things he had brought with him beside the bones, one by one.

Gold and silver jewelry, jewelry and shellfish, all of which girls loved, and the last thing was a small seal, which he placed on a broken finger bone.

You are not a lonely ghost, your name is Hehua, you are the princess of Daqin, the eleventh daughter of the first emperor. The general spoke slowly, You are the favorite daughter of His Majesty the First Emperor and the most noble princess in the world of Kyushu.

"I'm a princess?"

"My name is Hehua?"

She rejoiced, "I'm not a ghost!

The last handful of soil is covered.

The general unwrapped what he had taken off his horse. It was a human head, the blood had congealed, the eyes had been gouged out, the nose, ears, and tongue were gone, and there were not even a few teeth.

"I'll kill Zhao Gao for you."

The general placed the head in front of the newly built tombstone, lifted the wine jar and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, You can be safe

Rest. The wind suddenly clamoured.

"Rest in peace?" As if thinking of something, her voice suddenly sharpened, "Why should I rest in peace?!"

Zhao Gao! Hu Hai! Those extremely strange and extremely familiar names suddenly popped out of her mouth, and they killed my father!

"Father—"

She did not rest in peace.

She couldn't rest either.

The general planted an unknown flower in front of her tombstone.

"On my way here, I met an old man, and the old man told me that you were full of flowers in life, but if you were not accompanied by flowers after death, it would be too desolate.

Let this flower accompany you. Although it is not expensive, it is very easy to feed and can accompany you for a long time.

That flower really stayed with her for a long time.

It's a pity that the general didn't come back, he seems to be dead, after all, the highest belief of the sergeant is to sacrifice his life for the country, and the country he swore allegiance to is gone, so he naturally has no need to live.

But she wanted to live.

She desperately wants to live, she has already obtained her seal, she already knows who she is - the Great Qin Emperor, the princess Hehua, the youngest daughter of Qin Shi Huang's favorite.

Well, my little eleven has really grown up, and he is about to be as tall as my sword. It's good-looking, and Little Eleven is also very good-looking today. No more snacks.

Well, Meng Yi has grown up with you too much, Wang Li's temperament is out of character, and the other sons and daughters are not worth mentioning. Little Eleven, and accompany my father for a few more years.

Little Eleven, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the day when you get married. Meng Yi...... Haven't returned? Little Eleven, call you big brother...... Inherit the throne.

"Father!"

Princess, don't cry, if you cry, Your Majesty will no longer be able to hide the collapse of the sky! Princess, for the sake of the country, for the sake of Your Majesty, you must not cry!

Princess, rest assured, the edict to summon the eldest son back to Xianyang has been issued, and the eldest son will be able to return soon.

It's just that the frontier is thousands of miles away from Xianyang, how can the eldest son go back and go back? Even if it is fast, it will take half a month to reach Xianyang. "But it's hot right now, if not

After mourning, His Majesty's dragon body completely rotted. ”

Princess, your medicine—

Princess Hehua, don't toast or eat! The accession of Prince Hu Hai to the throne is irreversible, do you think you can change this fact with your mouth?

Meng Tian Mengyi? Oh, my little princess, what are you dreaming about?

Of course they're dead.

"Not only them, but also the eldest son you have in mind, he died earlier, and he had already taken poison and killed himself when His Majesty died

Finish.

"Princess Hehua, the old slave advises you to stop for a while." Gongzi Fusu died, Gongzi Gao also died, and now only Gongzi Huhai can ascend the throne as emperor.

"Princess Hehua, who doesn't know that you have a close relationship with the eldest son?" For the sake of the eldest son, you may not be able to tamper with His Majesty's edict! Ministers, do you believe the words of a crazy princess, or do you believe in the edict and testament of His Majesty?!

Execution –

The woman's eyes opened suddenly.

The phone screamed frantically at this moment. The woman sat up on the bed, grabbed her phone and answered the call, Hello.

Professor He, why haven't you come here yet?

Come on! Mr. Wang has been waiting for you for more than an hour! If you don't come again, our contract will be ruined!

Right now?

The woman raised her wrist and looked at the time, the time pointed to half past one, wasn't the time about half past two?

…… That little ancestor was not late today, and suddenly changed to advance! Come on, you can't keep him waiting!

Okay, I'll go over now. The woman hung up the phone, changed into clothes, picked up the newly placed bouquet of flowers at the door, and headed straight for the studio.

The studio is very close. Ten minutes later, she came to the studio, and before she could knock on the door, she heard a voice of great impatience inside—

Your Professor He is busier than the country? Is there such a thing as a place for people to wait for?

Look at the time, what time is it? It's almost two o'clock! What time do I have an appointment? It's 12 o'clock! I've never had to wait for me, but today is fresh—

Excuse me.

The woman pushed the door in, Mr. Wang? The notice I received here was that the woman's voice stopped abruptly.

She saw a very familiar face.

Do you have a sense of time?" You-" The man turned around, his voice paused slightly, and his irritable voice changed abruptly, He ...... Professor?

As if he couldn't believe his eyes, the man took off his sunglasses and looked at the woman's face, Have we seen them somewhere?"

.… Cough.

The other man coughed lightly and bumped his elbow against Mr. Wang, reminding him not to bring the playboy suit to work, "Mr. Wang, your words are a bit old-fashioned.

Don't make a fuss, it's not old-fashioned at all. Xiao Wang always looked at the woman who walked in from the door, and she was really familiar.

Hey, Professor He, have you ever been abroad before? Xiao Wang always asked, have you ever studied abroad?

No. The woman withdrew her gaze, and her voice was faint, I've been here all along, and I've never been anywhere.

"That's weird."

Xiao Wang always touched his chin and walked around the woman, But I see that you are really familiar, not only the kind of familiarity I have ever seen. The woman pushed open the door, Mr. Wang, are you going to the grave now?

.…… Let's go down.

If asked a little bit about sexual harassment, Xiao Wang reluctantly nodded his head.

The intern guarding the door gave a few bouquets of flowers.

Yo, you're quite a novelty, and you still bring flowers to the tomb? The flowers were of inferior quality, and Xiao Wang always disliked them very much, so he threw them into the arms of his assistant.

It's easy to have an accident without flowers.

The woman's voice was faint.

Really?

You can take it for a fake.

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Xiao Wang always pinched his nose and took the flowers.

The woman led the group to the tomb.

Knowing that the father of the gold lord was coming, the tomb had been cleaned in advance, lit up, and put flowers on the table, the eerie atmosphere was much lighter, but despite this, Xiao Wang still didn't feel very comfortable, the ventilation system of the underground tomb was obviously very good, but he felt breathless, as if someone was choking his neck, which made people feel so uncomfortable that they wanted to cry.

Stop, I'll go out first.

Xiao Wang gasped for breath, "Chen Mi, you follow Professor He and continue to walk. Anyway, you're in charge of it, you just know what's going on.

Chen Mi nodded.

The assistant hurriedly helped Mr. Wang to the ground.

Sure enough, it was Professor He, who knew everything here. Chen Mi pushed down his glasses, Since there are so many treasures, then you should also know about the death of the tomb robbers here, right?

The woman's footsteps paused slightly.

As if he was afraid that women would be too careful, Chen Mi added, The tourism industry is the most taboo to kill people, once it is stained with death-

Know.

The woman continued to walk forward, stopped at the place where the tomb owner had originally placed the bones, and looked back at the man with gold wire glasses, what else do you want to ask me? I can tell you all about that.

Professor He, don't be careful, it's just a matter of going through the motions. The man smiled and handed over his business card, "My name is—"

It's not your identity. The woman interrupts the man again, you are not his secretary.

The eyelids of the gold-wire glasses are slightly raised.

Your status is higher than his.

The woman looked into the eyes of the gold-rimmed glasses.

The golden wire glasses couldn't help laughing, Professor He not only studied archaeology, but also psychology? The woman withdrew her gaze.

The great chamber fell into a deathly silence.

The gold-rimmed glasses laughed and made a gesture of surrender, Okay, it looks like my career is going to end with Professor He.

Zhang Han. Gold-wire glasses hold out to the woman, from the NSA.

The woman's eyelids lifted slightly.

After half a breath, the woman lifted

Hand, the hand holding the gold-rimmed glasses, Tsuruka. From Daqin.