Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Chapter 48 Love rival cares more about her than her husband

The train's terminal station is Yangcheng.

Shen Xiuwan followed Fu Jincheng and others off the train. This small northwest city is located in an oasis in the Gobi desert. It is not as prosperous as the coast. There are many drought-resistant Elaeagnus trees. The houses are low and the businesses are poor. It is still very backward. appearance.

Everyone settled in the only guest house in the city.

The temperature difference between day and night is large.

Shen Xiuwan asked the guest house for an extra quilt. When she lowered her head to make the bed, she noticed Fu Jincheng standing by the window, smoking and looking at the night scene outside.

It is true that there is no city scenery here, but the stars at night seem brighter and clearer than along the coast. When you look up, it seems that you can reach out and pick them.

Jincheng didn't know what he was thinking. His profile was hidden in the smoke, looking deep and silent.

Shen Xiuwan made the bed and stood beside it for a moment.

She wanted to ask him if he had any troubles, but as she spoke, she remembered that the two of them would never have a conversation about this kind of thing, so she turned into an ordinary sentence: "Do you take a shower first or should I take a shower first? "

Fu Jincheng didn't look at her: "You go first."

Shen Xiuwan said softly "Hmm".

There will be no more words tonight.

Early the next morning, Shen Xiuwan followed Fu Jincheng to the noodle restaurant opposite the guest house for dinner.

When I was going out, I happened to bump into two tall, blond, blue-eyed foreigners carrying suitcases, hailing two rickshaws, and going in the other direction of the street.

She couldn't help but wonder: "Why are foreigners even coming to a place like this?"

Fu Jincheng didn't say anything and sat down at the elm square table, signaling the noodle shop owner to serve a few bowls of beef noodles first.

However, Zhou Cibai sat next to her and said softly: "I'm afraid I'm not here for those murals."

Shen Xiuwan looked at her after hearing this. The noodle shop here was shabby and simple, far less luxurious and exquisite than the hotels in Yanjing. But she didn't have the temper of Miss Jiaojiao at all. Instead, she calmly used boiling water to scald the dishes for everyone, and even she took care of them. arrive.

Zhou Cibai handed her the hot dishes and chopsticks and said to Fu Jincheng: "I think the food here is spicy. Xiuwan's hometown doesn't eat spicy food. Jincheng, please tell the boss and let her Put less chili in that bowl.”

Fu Jincheng responded.

Shen Xiuwan didn't know what to say for a moment.

She stared at Zhou Cibai blankly. She was wearing a pearl white dress today, and her short, permed, ear-length hair was decorated with a white silk headband inlaid with fine pearls. Even after being on the train for a few days and going out again, her face The bright and elegant face is still well-made and meticulously made up, looking simple and beautiful.

Shen Xiuwan tightly grasped the pair of chopsticks handed to her.

She never expected that the person who cared more about her than her husband would be her love rival.

but……

Maybe she just unilaterally regarded Zhou Cibai as her love rival, and maybe he never thought about competing with her for the Golden City.

The beef here is cut very thinly and has a light milky aroma.

Shen Xiuwan chewed the food in small bites and glanced at Zhou Cibai secretly from time to time.

As if aware of her gaze, Zhou Cibai responded with a shallow smile. Shen Xiuwan blushed and quickly lowered her head.

After everyone had eaten and drank, Jincheng and several other officials from the Ministry of Transportation, accompanied by local officials, went to inspect the basic transportation. Zhou Cibai warmly invited Shen Xiuwan, and the two chartered a car to go to the outskirts of the city to view the newly discovered cave paintings. .

Zhou Cibai found a local Taoist priest to be his guide.

The Taoist priest led them across the slope and pointed to the caves on the stone wall: "This is the cave painting the two ladies are looking for."

The cave is dimly lit. The Taoist priest held a kerosene lamp and barely allowed Shen Xiuwan and Zhou Cibai to see the statues and murals clearly.

Shen Xiuwan looked carefully. Above her head was a beautiful and colorful caisson. The walls were full of stories and paintings related to Buddhist scriptures. The Buddha statues were even more lifelike and had delicate expressions.

Zhou Cibai exclaimed: "It's really rare that these portraits remain the same color after thousands of years!"

"That's nature!" The Taoist priest was quite proud, "Many of the pigments here were ground by the ancients from colored gemstones. Look at the sparkling gold, they are all painted with genuine gold foil! "

After visiting several caves, Shen Xiuwan noticed that some murals had large blanks, as if they had been cut and pasted with something.

She hesitated: "Is this?"

The Taoist priest looked regretful and said bitterly: "It's all done by the hateful foreign devils! They sneaked in secretly and took away some of our murals!"

Shen Xiuwan couldn't help but feel sad.

These murals have been handed down from history and are unique in history.

Once it’s destroyed, it can never be restored to its original state!

When they returned to a nearby Taoist temple to rest, the Taoist priest made tea for the two of them.

He inquired curiously: "We rarely have young girls come to visit here. Are you two journalists? Could it be that we want to publish these cave murals in newspapers and exhibitions? I'm afraid I won't be able to do so, for fear of being noticed by thieves!"

Zhou Cibai specially brought a camera here.

She took a few photos of the Taoist temple and introduced her and Shen Xiuwan's identities with a smile.

She added: "I have been abroad for these years and have become accustomed to seeing foreign designs. I thought that returning to China to take a look at our traditional calligraphy, painting and murals might generate new design inspiration. These ancient murals are precious and rare. If Yes, I hope they can appear in fashion design and be passed down in another form.”

She is abroad and knows the current international situation.

She was actually not optimistic about the war.

She is a deserter who only pursues her own comfort, but after all, she has Chinese blood flowing in her body, and she still hopes that Chinese civilization can continue to be passed on.

The little Taoist priest nodded.

Zhou Cibai held the camera and went outside to shoot again.

Shen Xiuwan was still immersed in the shock of visiting the murals, when her sleeve was quietly pulled by the little Taoist priest.

She was puzzled: "What's wrong with the little Taoist priest?"

The little Taoist whispered: "I just heard from Miss Zhou that you are the wife of the Minister of Transportation?"

"Yes."

The little Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and continued: "When Taoist Wang was cleaning the cave corridor, he accidentally discovered cracks in the corridor. He cut through the wall and took a look, and found that there were countless ancient calligraphy and paintings, scriptures, bamboo slips and other objects hidden inside. It turned out to be a scripture cave! Although some of those things have been stolen, I and the nearby villagers secretly hid many of them. We are afraid that we cannot keep these things. Madam, can you do me a favor and ask your husband to transport these things? Going to Yanjing?"

He hasn't read many books.

But we also know that these things are treasures, treasures of the entire nation.

Shen Xiuwan looked into his sincere and clean eyes and suddenly thought of the stars last night.

The stars in the sky are as bright and moving as the little Taoist priest's eyes.

She didn't even hesitate: "I promise you!"

(End of this chapter)