Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1 A Dream of a Thousand Years

Soft!how is this possible?

This was Song Qingshu's first thought.

In disbelief, a carp quickly stood up and looked around, Song Qingshu was even more shocked.

The dilapidated loess bungalows are even more dilapidated than the dilapidated building renovation area on the construction site. There is not even a piece of glass. The narrow and dirty streets are full of cow and horse manure, smelly water, and every pedestrian is wearing ancient costumes that can only be seen on TV. The same short cloth shirts as in the TV series, the peddlers carrying poles, and on both sides of the road are also the first unlucky vendors in the costume drama, selling fruits and vegetables such as pomegranates and radishes.

The only difference from the TV series is that this ancient Chinese costume is too shabby, too real, right?If it is really filming, then the crew is really poor enough.

However, Song Qingshu knew clearly in his mind that this was definitely not filming, because the last second, he was still in a noisy construction site in the city and fell into a deep pit. Even if he fell into a coma, he should be in the hospital. Crew!

It's impossible!

Song Qingshu is a sad university monk in the history department, but he is not the eldest son of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. This incredible scene is so detached from reality that he can't turn his head around.

Song Qingshu's tragic experience is really related to the Wudang Seven Heroes written by Mr. Jin Yong. When he was just born, "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji" was on the air, and the grandparents who watched the beginning were caught by Song Qingshu's sunny and promising positive image Fascinated, in order to make his grandson a success, the father, mother, grandparents and grandparents made a happy decision and gave him this extremely promising name.

When I saw the follow-up and wanted to change my name, it was already too late. The public security bureau registered a registered permanent residence, and I had to pay a sum of money to change my name. He gritted his teeth and called him Qing Shu. Anyway, the name is pretty good.

Ever since, with this name, Song Qingshu has become a "celebrity" in schools at all levels since he was a child.

With such a wonderful name, Song Qingshu had a wonderful life again. During the college entrance examination, he barely had enough for the book, and if he was not high enough, he applied an adjustable adjustment when filling out the volunteer application, and Song Qingshu started from the original yearning. The management department of the big city has suddenly become a low-key, non-luxury and connotative history student monk.

The employment scope of such a wonderful professional is narrow enough, either as a history teacher, or for some museums and history museums.In my junior year, there were more than ten people in a class. Those who were capable had either already dragged their connections into various museums, lived a life of a newspaper and a cup of tea, and went home when they were comfortable at night, or worked hard and entered a museum. This school has become an old antique that feeds the next generation with saliva, and only Song Qingshu, who was originally complacent and chose a leisurely major, was dumbfounded.

Gritting his teeth, he spent half a month's living expenses to buy a few packs of Zhonghua, which flowed into the counselor's office. After waiting for another half month, Song Qingshu was assigned to be an intern history teacher in a far-off, poor, dilapidated middle school. I know, in the first class, when a group of students booed, he, the great teacher, actually passed out.

After leaving a legend of dizziness, Song Qingshu had to live a life of gnawing old and unemployed after getting his graduation certificate ahead of schedule.

A few seconds ago, one of his senior sisters found him a job on the construction site because she felt sorry for him and helped him find it.

This is not an ordinary construction site for migrant workers' buildings, but an urban archaeological site. In the center of Xi'an, just half a year ago, under a newly built community, a tomb of a king of the Tang Dynasty, the tomb of Li Jie, King Shuo, was surprisingly discovered!
Regarding this King Shuo, the historical records are confusing, the official history does not see his name, and the unofficial records are also quite chaotic. Some say that he was one of the sons of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. He resisted Anlu Mountain during the Anshi Rebellion. He was defeated and killed. One of Wu Zetian's sons was said to be one of Wu Zetian's sons. He was killed because he raised troops against his mother's proclaiming emperor, and his name was completely erased from history. Originally, historians only regarded it as a rumor, but unexpectedly, Li Jie's tomb was actually unearthed, and it was suddenly found in Xi'an. caused a stir.

Especially on the epitaph of Li Jie's tomb, it was recorded that he was the ninth son of Emperor Taizong and his mother Concubine Yang, which caused a great commotion. Who didn't know that Tang Taizong's ninth son was Tang Gaozong Li Zhi?
This discovery is enough to change history!
However, this construction site is very evil. I heard that the craftsmen who worked here before could see barbarians and horses haunting at night. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of fighting and fighting in battle. shudder.

It is also said that the moment the tomb was opened, a puff of black smoke came out, and several people were admitted to the hospital on the spot. There were rumors that this Prince Shuo was too murderous and died a miserable death. Sooner or later, they will die like the curse of the Egyptian pharaoh, so many workers are scared away.

This also gave Song Qingshu the opportunity to go to the construction site to help dig trenches, collect cultural relics, and the museum can give a contract worker position after the archaeological excavation is completed. Such good things are really like pies falling from the sky to Song Qingshu, and he doesn't care about anything. Not a ghost, I put my luggage on my back and got on the train without thinking.

Full of the temptation of museum contract workers, Song Qingshu, who has always been afraid of ghosts, insisted on doing it to the end. Going in and out of the eerie ancient tomb every day is like a routine, who knows.

As usual, Song Qingshu carried a soil basket and a brush to a burial tomb in the west of the tomb to clean up the funerary objects and remains. While cleaning up a black hand bone, the ground under his feet suddenly softened, and immediately a huge The deep pit opened its bloody mouth to itself.

Before he could even make a scream, he fell headlong, Song Qingshu watched helplessly in the darkness a hard jade seal with a faint light coming straight to his forehead, just as he gritted his teeth and screamed, his face was bumped. On something soft.

Then a carp stood up straight and saw the scene in front of him.

Looking around, Song Qingshu really felt more and more guilty. In the ghost stories he had read, not all fell into the environment of the mental structure of the dead, and was eaten or taken away by ghosts in the end. The more he thought about it, the more afraid Song Qingshu trembled. Suddenly, there was another sharp and sharp cry from under his feet.

"Yin thief!"

Song Qingshu slapped a big slap in the face, his eyes stared at gold stars, and in the next second, a melon-seeded face in red with a fair complexion was full of anger in front of Song Qingshu, looking at the dazzling red dress and clothes, Song Qingshu was really scared out of his wits by the chill emanating from the face of this delicate classical beauty in front of him.

"Wow, the female ghost in red!"

The soil basket straddling his arms was gone, his head was stuffy, he screamed and Song Qingshu ran away, yelling at the same time, watching the servants and vegetable vendors around who stopped to watch the excitement couldn't help shaking regretfully Shaking their heads, they discussed with each other.

"Hey, it's a fool to take such a big advantage."

The face was hot, and the "female ghost" wearing a red bijia was also stupid there. It wasn't until a moment later that the woman came to her senses and chased after her with gritted teeth. She was also distraught while running. shouted.

"Smelly rascal, stop for me! I will kill you!"

(End of this chapter)