Lonely king and the widowed woman

A drop of water, slowly dripping.

Glittering and translucent, reflecting some strange brilliance——

Mo Jiu walked forward, dragging his soft steps, his body was hot, sweating, and his body trembled.

She didn't know whether it was because the temperature in the space was too high or because she saw so much gold.

Yes, a lot of gold, a room full of gold, so enchanting in front of her.

And it's not ordinary gold. Almost everything is a work of art.

On the ground are flat gold bricks, each of which is the same size, attractive color and exquisite edges and corners. On the wall are exquisite murals made of gold, or thousands of troops and horses rush into battle, or small bridges, running water and smoke houses, or bow and arrow shooting, or chariots and artillery are ready to go

Gold, each piece of exquisite workmanship can be called uncanny gold.

"Oh, my God!"

"Oh, my God!"

"It's blinding my dog!"

This golden world is an ancient tomb.

I don't know who is buried, but Mo Jiu forgets to be in the underground palace. He keeps praising, and his saliva will drip out.

What a bold guy! How dare he store so much gold in such a way to create such a frightening golden underground palace?

"Alas!"

Suddenly a sigh came from my ear.

Mo Jiuyi was surprised and looked around, "who?"

No one answered. She continued to walk with the wind lamp.

"Alas!"

Another sigh made her tremble and the wind lamp fell to the ground.

Raise your head and open your eyes——

Genuine goods at a fair price, antique, and a bouquet of bright perfume, lily, quietly inserted in the vase of blue and white porcelain, and with a strong smell of choking, the tea on the table has been out of order. Several bags of snacks have been opened and sealed, and placed in front of her in a mess, beside the snacks. It's a black signature pen and an old cowhide notebook, and she also holds an antique mahogany mirror in her hand. Because she is nervous in her dream, the handle of the mirror is pinched out of hot sweat by her, so wet that she can almost drip water

"Oh, you're awake."

The voice behind her startled her when she woke up.

Mo Jiu suddenly looked back and Leng Buding met a pair of smiling eyes.

"Professor?!"

She rubbed her eyes, shouted happily, got up quickly, sat the dusty old professor on the red sandalwood chair, made tea and poured water, and pushed her unfinished snacks in front of the old professor, "didn't you say you went to Korea to check what information? You came back so soon?"

"South Korea is not the South Pole. How many days can it take to catch a round trip?" the old professor smiled and took a sip of tea, nodding. "It's good. It's better for you to drink Pu'er here."

"Of course, my parents left the tea cake. I'm not willing to give it to ordinary people. Of course, it depends on who made the tea. It's made by mojiu. How bad can it be?"

Mo Jiu proudly raised his chin and praised himself severely.

"Hehe, you're right. It's all your parents' credit, including giving birth to a smart daughter like you. It's a pity... Alas!"

Unfortunately, mojiu's parents have passed away.

Their husband and wife both died in an air crash, so the antique store in Hubei and the antiques collected in the store became all the property they left to mojiu.

Since then, mojiu has become the little owner of this antique shop.

This is Ejin Horo Banner of Hubei city.

A place near the Yinshan Mountains is a tourist town.

Mojiu likes here, the antique shop and the tranquility at the end of the city.

She has always been home to shops and antiques. Gradually, she is used to being alone. Gradually, she yearns for such a day. She has a strange panic and psychological exclusion for anyone to cross into her life and break her inherent life order. Therefore, she can't fall in love. Even if there is a man or two who can talk, she will become friends in a few days.

"Alas!"

Professor Yuan looked at her and shook his head.

"Why are you always distracted and can't hear you?"

This is mojiu's habit. When she thinks about problems, she is very focused, immersed in her own thoughts, and often forgets the world.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, she is a strange and paranoid girl.

Mo Jiu threw out his tongue at him, "Professor, it's you sighing?"

"Hum! Sigh, you can't wake up!"

Mo Jiu turned his lips and rubbed his forehead painfully when he thought of the dream of the underground imperial mausoleum and the golden house, "Professor, next time you're behind someone else's back, don't sigh casually, let alone easily interrupt other people's dreams. It's too unkind... You don't know, I just dreamed of an underground ancient imperial mausoleum larger than the Qin Shihuang mausoleum and the gold of the underground palace. My God, that quantity... Originally my math was taught by a history teacher. Anyway, it's indescribable and countless . what is the gold reserve of our country? In my opinion, the gold in the underground palace is more than all the gold reserves of our country. No! It's many times more, many times more. The most important thing is that it's not just gold, it's art, it's making technology... "

"Mo Jiu!"

The old professor patted the table and couldn't help interrupting her.

"Please pay attention to the difference between dream and reality!"

Mo Jiu swallowed his saliva secretly, smiled and half leaned down on the table.

"Well, let's be realistic. Professor, how's the discovery of the ancient imperial mausoleum in Yinshan? Has the leader approved the excavation?"

The old professor shook his head, nodded again, looked at Mo Jiu, turned his eyes, and suddenly fell on the mahogany mirror she was playing with.

"I'll tell you the process of discovering the imperial mausoleum of Yinshan, the materials we sorted out and your tomb theft..."

"Cough, Professor, please pay attention to the wording and don't hurt the fragile and sensitive hearts of folk archaeologists for no reason."

"Cough! Cough!" the old professor cleared his throat, took a sip of Pu'er she brewed, reorganized his language, "and handed in the samples of the ancient imperial mausoleum of Yinshan excavated as a folk archaeologist. The conclusion is..."

At this point, the old professor stopped, sighed and shook his head.

"What is it?" Mo Jiu asked with wide eyes.

"No one believes it." he took the mahogany mirror in mojiu's hand and gently stroked it, "Using the latest scientific and technological analysis, they concluded that peach wood is something before the Ming Dynasty, and the manufacturing process is also similar, but peach wood can not represent anything, because from the perspective of the mirror, this is the Duyin mirror after the emergence of glass. Such advanced production technology is seriously inconsistent with the age of peach wood, such as man-made high-end imitation, and some even say privately..."

"What did you say?" Mo Jiu was anxious.

"It's said that in order to be innovative, we made some news in the archaeological community and deliberately created this kind of thing to confuse the public..."

"We're not psychopaths?" Mo Jiu raised his voice, raised his eyebrows and asked unhappily, "what's my conclusion? What do they say?"

"Alas! It's hard to say!"

Three months ago, mojiu wandered around the Yinshan Mountain and accidentally found an old mechanism on the stone wall in the depths of the Yinshan Mountain. She regarded the mechanism as life and broke in without considering it. After passing through the corridor, she entered an underground stone room. There were mechanisms in the stone room, which almost killed her.

However, she also made amazing discoveries in the stone chamber.

It was not a stone chamber, but an underground palace of a mausoleum.

From the analysis of the environment and objects of the tomb, she believes that this is an affiliated Tomb of an ancient tomb before the Ming Dynasty. In terms of scale, it should be the tomb of the emperor, but it remains to be verified which emperor's tomb it is. Originally, she was going to continue to explore, but she inadvertently entered. Her body is impermanent and she doesn't even have a bite to eat. It's important to live. In order to protect herself, she It took nine cattle and two tigers to come out of the tomb. By the way, I took some treasures found in the tomb and prepared to come back next time.

However, when she prepared delicious food and Yiying equipment to explore Yinshan again, the mechanism at the entrance had failed.

In other words, because of her intrusion, the mechanism inside may have been reset.

She was remorseful, beat her chest and feet for three days, and told her graduate tutor, Professor Yuan Wenzheng, the leader in domestic archaeology.

Professor Yuan was also excited about her discovery.

The two masters and disciples explored the Yinshan Mountain several times, but they still couldn't find it.

However, what mojiu brought out of it is of great significance.

Especially those rare mirrors——

There was no way. They calmed down and made a long analysis report for the major archaeological discovery.

Pictures, words, and the conclusions of the analysis were submitted to the intersecting department.

They believe that at a certain historical time before the Ming Dynasty, there was a period of advanced civilization in our country, which is more significant to mankind than Sanxingdui. Although history is not recorded, this civilization must have existed and even had a great impact on the society at that time. As for why it disappeared, did not continue, and why it was buried in the long river of history In the, even the Langhua didn't stir up one, so we need to develop the ancient imperial mausoleum to find the answer.

Yes, they need help if they want to find the ancient imperial mausoleum in Yinshan.

Because only official excavation is reasonable and legal and can be done openly.

However, Mo Jiu's heart was broken, but Professor Yuan gave her such a result.

"They agree to explore in a small scale first, but we must focus on protection. In addition, we must be tight lipped about our conclusion of 'dating civilization', and we are not allowed to mention it on any occasions, including but not limited to online media, newspapers and magazines, academic discussions and so on."

"Ah! Why?" Mo Jiu hissed, "isn't it a good thing that people love such a great discovery?"

"Before there is no conclusive evidence, the wind from this gap is easy to cause unnecessary trouble..."

Unnecessary trouble? It's too profound. Mojiu doesn't understand.

Even if our ancestors had long mastered the science and technology and industrial mechanization of modern talents, it's not surprising?

She doesn't understand. But many policies were not made to make people understand.

"Professor, it's a pity that you are yuan Wenzheng, not Bao Wenzheng, otherwise there will be a place to apply for this injustice..."

"..." Professor Yuan looked at her, smiled and shook his head. "You! The leaders have their own considerations and ideas. It's very kind of us to let us start on the ancient tomb. Don't worry about so much. The times are progressing, and our thoughts should also follow the progress."

"Yes!" mojiu looked over and over with a peach mirror and asked lazily, "do those brick houses still think it's a fake?"

Professor Yuan said with a sigh, "if I didn't trust you, I would think it was a fake. No wonder they."

Mo Jiu flattened his mouth, "well, if I didn't touch it from the ancient tomb myself, I also thought it was a fake..."

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

The two teachers and students smiled at each other. At this time, there was a cough outside.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Mo Jiu crossed his body and looked out through the curtain.

The person who entered the store... Was a monk?

He looks about 50 years old. He wears clean and tidy monk clothes, shaves his head, burns ring scars, and is kind-hearted. He looks like an eminent monk.

Mo Jiu went out with a smile and made a gesture of closing his hands with a peach mirror.

"What can I do for you, master?"

"Benefactor opened an antique shop. Of course, I came here to buy antiques..." when the old monk said this, his eyes suddenly fixed on the mahogany mirror in her hand, looking full of surprises. "What's in your hand, benefactor? I don't know if you can sell it?"

Mo Jiuyi was stunned.

She raised the mirror and looked at him. "Master, are you sure you like this?"

The monk put his hands together and said, "yes."

Mo Jiu smiled, "but she is not an antique. Look at the mirror..."

The monk smiled without changing his face. "I only talk about the reason for my eyes when I see things. Everything in the world is empty. What does it matter if antiques are not antiques?"

amitabha! Mo Jiu couldn't help reading a Buddha's name.

I don't know whether it was because the peach mirror was always said to be a fake and despised, which made her unhappy, so she wanted to be affirmed, or because the appreciation of the great monk made her feel like she had found a bosom friend. Without saying a word, she stuffed the peach mirror into the old monk's hand.

"OK, just say this to master. Take it. I won't charge you..."

"This..." the monk was startled. "Benefactor, how can I collect it for nothing?"

"It doesn't matter." Mo Jiu looked back with a smile, frowned at the old monk's Professor Yuan, and raised his lips. "I have several, not only peach, red sandalwood and rosewood... What's more, as the master said, all things in the world are empty. Since everything is empty, how can money be valuable to give a bosom friend?"

This monk, whose layman name is Zhan Zishu, has the law name of clearance (Note 1).

He is not only the descendant of the five techniques of gold seal and jade letter, but also a famous monk in China.

When he came here, he was attracted by the clear couplets at the door of the antique shop called "Mohist No. 9".

"Xia Ding Qin brick has been handed down through the ages, and Mohist No. 9 is looking for a good marriage."

He had a hunch that the owner of the antique shop was an interesting person, but he didn't expect it to be a little girl.

Therefore, after listening to Mo Jiu's words, the Taoist monk who had read the Scriptures was speechless for a moment.

The mirror looks antique to him.

But from the mirror, it's really not an antique.

Especially the little girl said, she also has red sandalwood, rosewood... Mass production? That's even less likely to be an antique.

However, even if it is not a pure antique, regardless of mirror defects, it can be worth a lot of money just by the age and manufacturing technology of peach wood.

"Amitabha! Thank you for your gift, miss, but you won't receive reward for your useless work. You don't want money, and I dare not take this bosom friend's thing."

"Oh! You're so wordy." seeing that he was about to put it on the counter, mojiu waved his hand, "well, you can give a million or eight million to me."

"..." the treasure of Jingkong monk is slightly cracked.

Mo Jiu smiled and put the mirror into his hand.

"I'm kidding you. Well, take a lucky one. How about you give me 66 yuan?"

66 yuan, too low.

Master Jingkong finally took out 600 yuan from his pocket and forced it into mojiu. He left her his temple address and a pair of calligraphy inscriptions. Then he left contentedly.

"Alas, the clearance old monk is fun." Mo Jiu put the money in the drawer and said to Professor Yuan, "if he wasn't busy, it would be interesting to leave him for dinner and lecture me."

"You! What a face! Let the abbot of Ciyun Temple preach for you alone?"

"What's the matter? I sold my beloved mahogany mirror to him. It's called a confidant."

Professor Yuan did not laugh, but Mo Jiu sat down and looked at the inscription of the clearance, and tut tut in his mouth.

"Don't say, the old monk's handwriting is really good, strong and powerful, like a pine... Eh, Professor, I want to do something."

At this point, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Professor Yuan.

"Teacher, did you see the words written in my notebook?"

Her cowhide notebook has been placed on the table.

Professor Yuan picked it up and took a look at it.

"Your handwriting is also good. It seems that you have made progress since last time -"

"No, that's not what I want to say." Mo Jiu seems to have suddenly discovered the new world, with some mysterious luster in his eyes. "Professor, didn't I tell you? Did I find an inscription on the stone wall of the basement?"

"That's it?" Professor Yuan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and read word by word: "do you find anything strange in this inscription?"

"Yes." Mo Jiu looked serious and stared at Professor Yuan. His expression was like Liu Qian performing magic in the Spring Festival Gala. The moment of witnessing miracles was full of mystery, and his voice suddenly lowered, "are you surprised? I suddenly thought today that the inscription was very similar to my handwriting..."

“……”

Professor Yuan looked at her for a moment and saw her staring at herself motionless. Her eyes looked like a little witch. She couldn't help raising her hand and shaking in front of her.

"Mojiu, wake up! Don't be possessed!"

"Oh, Professor, it's true." Mo Jiu smiled angrily, turned his notebook again, pointed to the words and said, "you see, I just wrote these sentences in dictation and compared them with the wall characters in my mind. Although the wall characters are old and somewhat weathered, the brush edge can still be felt. I'm sure that the handwriting is really similar to me."

Professor Yuan stared at her and pushed his glasses again.

"Mojiu, what month and day is it today?"

"Professor! When did I lie to you?"

"Often!" Professor Yuan looked at her, "tell me, what month and day is it today?"

"February 14th is Valentine's day, not April Fool's Day! I lied to you about flowers?"

"It seems that the brain is not confused." Professor Yuan began to ponder her words carefully.

"Professor, if you are confused, I won't be confused, okay?"

Mo Jiu was angry and smiled, but Professor Yuan solemnly continued to ask, "do you have a lover?"

"Er!" Mo Jiu accidentally picked his eyebrow, "... No, what's the matter?"

"That's good." Professor Yuan looked at her confused face, frowned, took her pen in hand and outlined the sketch of Yinshan Mountain in his notebook. "From now on, we are in a working state and ready to explore the imperial mausoleum!"

"Ouye -"

“……”

"Great! Professor, I have a hunch that we will be the first witnesses of a special history."

Mo Jiu laughed excitedly and danced around Professor Yuan.

But I don't know that there is a definite number. History is looking at her with open eyes.

Of course, she is not a witness to history.

Instead, participants.

……