Chapter 861 A Love Letter that Spans 0 Years, Really Shameful
Chapter 861 A love letter that spans a thousand years, shame on Nima
This, what is this for?
Xu Xingchen knelt down to Bai Chuwei? This……
Bai Chuwei was calm and calm, as if it had nothing to do with her, Xu Xingchen's face turned from white to red, and her face was extremely embarrassing.
Has this scene been seen yet?
Zhou Nan looked strange: "Xu Xuedi, although everyone has a love for beauty, I heard that you have a girlfriend, right? Don't do things like stepping on two boats."
Xu Xingchen hurriedly got up from the ground and coughed a little uncomfortable.
Step on two boats...
Zhou Nan waved his hand and suddenly said, "Come over here to help. I heard that precious documents and records have been unearthed in the study room of the tomb, and they are well preserved. The professors are going crazy with excitement."
For the archaeological community, documents are more important than gold and jade, and written records are likely to change the known history.
Bai Chuwei's eyelids jumped, and she suddenly had an ominous premonition...
Leaving Xu Xingchen's idiot behind, Bai Chuwei strode towards the study in the tomb.
The Dasheng Dynasty emphasized "death is like life", and the structure of the underground mausoleum was the same as that of the palace before his death.
Stepping into the tomb of the study with familiarity, a group of professors wearing reading glasses, holding a small brush in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, looked at the literature in front of them fascinatedly.
Perhaps because of the formation of thousands of alchemists, the text is well preserved.
Bai Chuwei was about to explode when she saw what Professor Ge's milk-white gloved hands were holding carefully!
Damn, she's about to be publicly executed again!
The viewers in the live broadcast room were more excited than each other. They could not wait to get out of the camera, and they all wanted to see what was written on the yellowed page.
[Come on, professor, tell me what's written on it. I have a hunch it's another big secret! ]
[Mom, do you know who the owner of the tomb is? Is there a name left? ]
[I have a hunch that it must have something to do with the previous 'Wei'. ]
...
Professor Ge carefully placed the letters and cultural relics on the tray, sighed and said, "It's all letters written by the owner of the tomb to the woman named 'Wei'. It's heart-warming."
The news photographer immediately gave a live broadcast, and the audience in the live broadcast room, who was about to break 100 million, gasped and stared at the unearthed letters and cultural relics.
This... at least there are hundreds of letters, right?
All,
Are they all written to that 'Wei'?
This is a modern little boy writing a love letter to a girl, and it may not be able to hold hundreds of letters, let alone ancient times as noble as emperors!
"Recently, I led a group of ministers to hunt in winter, and I even hunted a white bear. You have always liked white, so you can make a cape with you."
——"Tonight is full of stars, I stand on the top of the star-gazing platform, and I am afraid that I will ride the wind away."
——"I used to laugh at the kings of the past dynasties and searched for immortal mountains for longevity, but now I seem to understand the reason, and only hope that eternal life can be accompanied by Qing."
...
Bai Chuwei: "!!!"
Shame of the real Nima!
Emperor Dog actually brought all these letters into the mausoleum, and it has not decayed in the past thousand years.
Bai Chuwei clenched her hands tightly into fists, she no longer had the courage to watch the barrage in the live broadcast room.
The girls in the live broadcast room were so moved that they called the ancient version of affectionate and good men.
Duan Feihan sat at the desk, stared blankly at the live broadcast room, stretched out his slender fingers, and simply turned off all the barrages in the live broadcast room, completely cleaned up.
Her suitors, from ancient times to the present, are estimated to be able to circle the earth twice.