my country is dead

When Ji Zaiyuan received Wen Zhen's call, he was still in Shanggu City, which was the city where he took Wen or Yue to stay in the wind.He came to put it on the market to clean up the mess for a relative.It's just that he didn't expect that this "little genius"'s ability to kill was a little bit stronger than he imagined.As a result, he no longer wants to solve things, but only wants to solve relatives.

Ji Zaiyuan's capable cousin, Ji Zailong, had to remind his cousin for the thousand and one time: "We are in serious business."

"Are you free recently?" Wen Zhen was not polite to his friends, and straight to the point on the phone.

"It depends on what you want me to do." Ji Zaiyuan was not as polite as Wen Zhen, "The matter on Shanggu is a little troublesome. If you hear that Ji Zaibao is dead in the future, don't be surprised, I killed him."

Families that have lived for hundreds of years are more or less prone to problems, and the Ji family is no exception.Even though Ji Zaiyuan had carried out a series of drastic reforms within the family after he became the head of the family, it was still full of thorns and difficult.If you don't forgive individual relatives a hundred or eighty times a day, there is no way to advance the work.

"Ha." The starting point of Wen Zhen and Ji Zaiyuan's friendship is based on the tiredness of cleaning up the mess for their family members, so they don't have much in common.But, now, "Sorry, I went ashore early."

Wen Zhen wished he could show off to the whole world how good and cute his brother is.

"So, what do you want me for?" No matter how tired you are, friends are still the first. If Wen Zhen needs him for something really important, Ji Zaiyuan doesn't rule out the possibility of giving up Ji Zaibao sex.

"I want you to help me take care of Xiaoyue for a while." Wen Zhen didn't know if this was important to him. For him, his younger brother was his life now, but it was hard to say for others.

Ji Zai's eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and he opened them all at once. He even sat upright in his crooked sitting posture on the sofa. Tell me in detail what's going on. Your brother is my brother." It is imperative and urgent.

"The matter of selling..."

"Aaron took the initiative to ask for Ying, and wanted to do it for me." Ji Zaiyuan began to lie without blushing, "I also have a very reliable brother."

Cousin Ji Zailong, who was there and didn't want to take over at all: "???"

"Congratulations, you can finally rest for a while."

"Thank you." Ji Zaiyuan accepted the blessing without shame.It wasn't that he couldn't rest before, he just didn't want to.Because he really didn't know what fun he could find other than working and watching the numbers in his account keep going up.Ji Zaiyuan's thin and strong waist is projected on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the hotel. Outside the windows, there are thousands of lights, and he is alone in the room as if he is alone.

Oh, and there is also Ji Zailong, a young man with a face full of despair. His face is full of mourning, and his whole soul seems to be accusing—is it okay to push your own brother into the fire for the sake of someone else's brother?

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Ji Zaiyuan knocked on Wen's door on time.

Wen or Yue has not yet recovered from the cognition of "jet lag" and "I am just a character in the story", her eyes are in a trance, her movements are slow, and she looks a little dazed.Whoever asks him a word, he has to think for a long time before he can give a response.

To be honest, when Wen Huyue knew that all his sufferings were just a few lines written by others, it was a bit of a blow to him.

He knew he shouldn't think so, but he still couldn't help feeling unreal about the whole world.He even began to think about philosophical issues such as "the origin of human beings".Before leaving, the elder brother Wen Zhen was very worried. He deliberately talked to Ji Zaiyuan about what was wrong with his younger brother.

Faced with such Wen Yueyue, even if the sea pointed to the sky and swore that he hadn't instilled any strange things in his little uncle, old man Wen's suspicions were still committed, so he confronted Ji Zaiyuan, the eldest son, who sent him As a helper, the enthusiasm has increased a lot.

The competition with the eldest son is competition, and the most important thing is the health of the younger son, whether it is physical or psychological.

But this time, even the general's face had limited influence on Wen or Yue.

Wen or Yue really tried very hard to be enthusiastic, but his mood was so disappointing that he couldn't get any energy up.

Ji Zaiyuan's homework was obviously more than that of the sea. He didn't intend to explain the truth to Wen or Yue bluntly. He just wanted to take him out for a walk and relax.

"Go, where?" Wen or Yue is still a little numb, but the willingness to cooperate is very strong, so don't be too positive.

"Go to visit the mausoleum of Emperor Qizhao in the suburbs. It is closed for maintenance today, and there are no tourists." Because the mausoleum of Emperor Qizhao is special, it has led to the specialization of the entire archaeological project. Ji Zaiyuan is the earliest initiator and the largest so far Investors, more or less have some convenience.

Emperor Qizhao was the posthumous title of Wen or Yue.

After they got into the car together, the first topic they discussed was also Emperor Qi Zhao's posthumous title.

"Zhao, looks respectful and beautiful is called Zhao. There are appearances that can be seen, and behavior that can be beautiful."——The translation means that the emperor looked very good-looking before he was alive.

"Zhao is a beautiful posthumous posthumous title. It is better than flat posthumous posthumous titles like 'Huai' and 'Shao'." Ji Zaiyuan said.

Sitting in the same sea in the car, there was no way to intervene. His understanding of posthumous titles was so shallow that he even thought that "posthumous titles" should be pronounced "yi".

"'Shao' means that the emperor died early and had not had time to do anything. 'Huai' means that the emperor has mediocre abilities but a good temper." Explained a bit, what the different posthumous titles represent.

According to historical records, Emperor Qi Zhao fell into a coma at the wedding banquet, and he never appeared in front of people again. He died of illness not long after, and the posthumous title he can get is really limited. "Zhao" is already the best one can get.

The mausoleum of Emperor Qizhao is called Changling, because it was built on Changban Mountain not far from the outskirts of Beijing.Changling covers a small area, located at the southern foot of the main peak, with beautiful mountains and rivers, implying geomantic omen.The year of construction has not yet been determined, because it is an imperial mausoleum that has only been excavated in recent years. The building is well preserved, and the relics are complete and diverse, which has made great contributions to the cause of modern archaeology.

It's just that few people know that the archaeological development of the entire Changling Mausoleum was originally only a personal investment.Because the entire hill belongs to Ji's family, if they don't take the lead, Changling may not be discovered how long it will take.

Now the main team in charge of the mausoleum is the well-known professor Yan Xuan. When Ji Zaiyuan came, he was entertaining a few friends from the academic circles, so he simply brought his friends to welcome Ji Zaiyuan.

The black and low-key commercial vehicle was parked in the empty square, which was rarely deserted, adding a bit of bleakness to this quiet royal mausoleum.

Ji Zaiyuan, Wen Oryue and Na Pianhai got out of the car in this way, each looking better than the other, like a male model in a fashion show, shooting some fashion blockbuster.Professor Yan and his friends clicked their tongues secretly. They were well-informed, but such a visual impact still made people dizzy. Among them, Fang Pei, a master of traditional Chinese painting, was the most excited, always feeling inspired.

The sea here is also very exciting, because Teacher Fang is his idol.

That piece of brain is not good, but he is neither willing to find a relationship to go to university, nor to spend money to go abroad to do a job. He chose to rely on his own hard work and diligence, repeating the study for three years, and barely passed the art school. of the three main lines.In Yongji's local Academy of Fine Arts, Department of Traditional Chinese Painting, the teacher of the class is Fang Peichui, and the sea gradually sinks into the pit.Seeing the idol so abruptly and simply made the already immobile mind even worse.

Ji Zaiyuan also took the initiative to introduce Teacher Fang and Na Pian Hai to each other, and easily sent Na Pian Hai, the light bulb, out of the game.

Of course, Ji Zaiyuan would not admit to the outside world if he was beaten to death. He was the one who reminded Professor Yan to invite one or two friends today.

After the polite greetings, everyone went to do their own things.Only Ji Zaiyuan and Wen Yueyue were left at the scene, and they walked into the periphery that made Wen or Yue a little at a loss. The first thing they stepped into was the Hall of Longevity where future emperors offered sacrifices to the late emperors. The floor was paved with gold bricks. The white jade is used as the steps, and the golden silk nanmu is used as the pillars, which cost two billion yuan per piece in modern times. It is high-profile, luxurious and beautiful.

Wen or Yue never imagined that his mausoleum turned out to be like this. He had only been on the throne for a short time, and he hadn't had time to issue an order to build the imperial mausoleum.I don't know what kind of honey aesthetic the succeeding emperor is.

Anyway, visiting your own cemetery is quite exciting.

"Emperor Qizhao has a total of 72 tombs across the country. Have you ever heard of this rumor?" Ji Zaiyuan walked beside Wen Yuyue, actively speaking, looking for topics.

"Ah?" Wen or Yue was even more confused, why did he build 72 cemeteries across the country?This is too costly.

"The 71 are fake graves, and only one is real. The awareness of anti-theft is very strong, isn't it?" Ji Zaiyuan joked, "We have only found eleven so far, and the one next to Yongji is just one of them." .Although it has been announced that this is the resting place of Emperor Qizhao, I don’t think this is the real imperial tomb.”

"Why?" Wen or Yue was taken away unconsciously by Ji Zaiyuan, no longer thinking about "why do I exist" and other questions, now he just wants to know how he died, and Where was it buried.

"Because the virtuous concubine Jiang was buried here, how could Emperor Qizhao not be buried with his empress, right?"

"Aren't the concubines buried together?" Wen or Yue grasped the key.

"It is said that there is one lying in each tomb, like a blind box. Before we open it, we will never know which empress is buried in it. Except for the virtuous concubine Jiang, the discovered concubine Na, Shu Concubine..." Ji Zaiyuan slowly told the anecdote about Emperor Zhao, which is the only thing worth mentioning in the history of the emperor who died young. "Some scholars say that they are like natural enemies. We don't want to see each other even if we die."

Wen Yuyue: "..." It was my fault for failing to manage the harem well.

"But Professor Gu of Jiang University gave me another explanation. He said that the concubines are scattered all over the country because they don't know where His Majesty's reincarnation will be, so they choose a place and accompany them separately. In this way, When their Majesty returns, they will no longer be alone and afraid."

They have been waiting for him, believing that he will keep his promise and return to the world.

The story can be fake, but the emotion invested is real.

Ji Zaiyuan stretched out his hand, and gently pinched Wen Youyue's thin and soft palm: "Do you feel it?" I am real, blood is hot, nothing is fake.