Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

After five days of hard work, the two finally dug through the tunnel and reached the outside of the prison.

Standing on the shoulders of their predecessors, the excavation work went particularly smoothly.

The two divided the work and cooperated. Song Zhen dug, and Di Renjie carried the soil up, piled it in the corner, and covered it with thatch.

"Fuck, I'm finally out!" Song Zhen greedily breathed in the fresh air. In the moldy prison, he was not feeling well.

The two walked forward in the dark and came to the outside of the city.

"The resting place of Zhao Siniang is in front of us."

Di Renjie looked around and frowned, puzzled: "The tomb here is a bit strange."

"Do you know the art of geomancy?"

"Yes, I know a little bit." Di Renjie nodded, "I have read some books before."

"According to my observation, this place is open on the flat ground, facing north and south, surrounded by a big river on the left and mountains on the right. It is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land, but why does this pattern look a bit weird?"

"What do you mean?" Song Zhen looked at him puzzledly and talked to himself.

Di Renjie shook his head: "I just feel weird, I'm not well-trained, and I can't say what's wrong."

"I have a question." Song Zhen asked, "Why was Zhao Si Niang buried so quickly? Shouldn't the body be kept for seven days?"

Di Renjie denied his statement: "No. The king is buried for seven days and buried in seven months; the princes are buried for five days and buried in five months; the officials are buried after a period; the scholars and common people are buried for more than a month."

In short, according to the difference in status, there are strict regulations on the time of staying for the body. This is different for the noble and the humble, and the number of rituals is also different.

For ordinary civilians, basically they have to be buried after two or three days. The Tang Dynasty strictly prohibited the overtime stay and encouraged the deceased to be buried as soon as possible.

However, the mourning period can last for a month.

"How should we get in?"

Song Zhen smiled: "Watch me."

He quietly took a few steps forward, cleared his throat, and then made a woman's soft voice!

"Wow, I died so miserably..."

"!" Di Renjie was horrified. How did she do that?

He had goose bumps all over his body. In the dark and windy wilderness, there was a grave nearby. It was really scary to hear such a strange sound.

The two guards not far away stood up and looked around.

"Liu Lang, did you hear any sound?"

"It seems so."

The woman's voice was getting closer and closer, and the legs of the two guards trembled.

"Why do I sound like Zhao Siniang's voice?"

"Could it be..."

Suddenly -

"Give me back my life!" Song Zhen covered her face with her long hair and jumped forward.

"Ghost!" The two guards were so scared that they peed their pants. They fled from the grave in a panic.

Song Zhen lifted her long hair and sneered: "Are you so timid?"

He waved behind him, and Di Renjie ran out of the bushes carefully.

Why did he say he was running? He was afraid that there was something strange behind him.

"How did you do it? With a man's body, you can make a woman's voice?"

"Because I'm a music student. I can beatbox and I've learned false voice."

"Music student?" Di Renjie was full of doubts. He had only heard of scholars, so what the hell was a music student?

Song Zhen didn't answer in detail. This question was too advanced. Knowing too much would be bad for Di Renjie.

In his previous life, he was a vocal music major, and he was proficient in playing and singing.

At that time, Song Zhen was known as the little Yu Gang of the Central Conservatory of Music, and this was not a false compliment.

As the saying goes, there are people who are good at ventriloquism in Beijing, and Song Zhen is that "good" one!

Once, he found a CP on the Internet with his sweet voice. When they met in person, he didn't expect that the other party was a young and beautiful rich woman?

The rich woman was also stunned at the time. She was thinking of giving the other party a surprise, but she didn't expect...

Instead, Song Zhen gave her a shock.

Later, under Song Zhen's passionate pursuit.

The two hit it off and created a good story.

Just when they were planning to get married after graduation, Song Zhen traveled through time and came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Song Zhen shook his head and buried the past in his heart.

Since you are here, you should make the best of it. If you come, you should live well.

Song Zhen was in front and Di Renjie was behind. They first passed through a two-meter-long tomb passage and then saw the only patio.

After passing through the narrow passage, there were holes dug on the left and right sides, with clay sculptures placed inside, which should be Zhao Siniang's favorite toys during her lifetime.

"This is a niche." Di Renjie saw Song Zhen squatting down curiously and explained.

[Diagram of the tomb chamber of the Tang Dynasty, the picture shows the tomb of Prince Zhanghuai, and the specifications of Zhao Wenyu's tomb are far less than the picture, with only one patio. 】

The two continued to move forward, came to the front corridor, and entered a room.

In the room, incense and candlesIt was still burning, and it was obvious that the worshippers had just left.

The two squatted down, crawled through a back corridor, and came to the back room of the tomb, where Zhao Siniang's coffin was placed.

"Fortunately it is made of wood." Song Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he was worrying too much. The Tang Dynasty had a regulation: "The Yi people are not allowed to use stone as coffins and stone chambers, and their coffins are not allowed to be carved with colors and paintings, and windows and railings are not allowed. There are no gold, gems, or jade in the coffin."

The question is, how to open the coffin? Who will open it?

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

"How about Huaiying, you are strong and healthy, you come?"

"Aren't you going to do the autopsy? Why are you afraid?" Di Renjie chuckled.

This is the first time I do this, I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid.

Song Zhen pouted and stood up: "Who said I was scared?"

After saying that, he looked around. Under the dim palace lanterns, the shadows of the two people moved up and down.

He couldn't help but shrink his body.

"It's really cold!"

Di Renjie didn't waste any words. He walked to the side of the coffin, touched it left and right, and lowered his head to look.

It hasn't been tightly closed yet, which means it hasn't been nailed yet.

Zhao Siniang's coffin was tilted, and he walked up to the coffin base and pushed forward from a high place.

"Wait a minute!" Song Zhen stopped Di Renjie's behavior.

He climbed to the front room and placed a candle in the southeast corner of the back room.

"It's OK."

Di Renjie used all his strength, but the coffin lid didn't move at all.

"Come and help!"

"Oh."

The two worked together to lift the coffin lid first, and then pushed it forward.

Bang——

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid was so fragile that it slid directly to the ground with a loud noise.

Wow, the two were shocked!

Song Zhen looked carefully at the southeast corner and saw that the incense was still burning, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

A fragrance came from the coffin, which made people feel refreshed.

Song Zhen bravely looked inside the coffin!

The burial objects inside were in a mess, as if someone had visited.

Di Renjie frowned and puzzled: "What happened? Was it stolen just after the burial?"

It was the first time that Song Zhen saw a corpse in his life. He was suddenly not afraid, and even a little excited.

He said in a heavy tone: "It was not stolen, but..."

"She is still alive!"

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