"Xiangjiang University, Department of History, Lu Wenming?"
"it's me."
Amidst the chirping of summer cicadas, he sat down with milk tea and took a sip of lemonade. The man wearing slippers did not pay attention to the pretty girl in front of him, but was a little impatient.
"Jiangcheng can be very hot in July, and the air-conditioning in the library is not satisfactory. Why don't we go to a milk tea shop to discuss things?"
"..."
The girl glanced at the lemon tea with condensed water droplets, and moved her throat subtly. Lu Wenming was right. The heat in July here was a bit ridiculous, and the inland cities in the south were like steam ovens.
I was careless, I should have bought a cup of milk tea first...
"Things are more important, so it's better to choose a serious place like the library."
"serious?"
Lu Wenming glanced at the couples in Niwai not far away, shrugged and said, "Okay, you have the final say. By the way, my historical research has always been called heresy. If you are interested, just ask online. Come on, do you need to go all the way from Shenghai to Jiangcheng?"
"Because it's important."
The girl looked serious, so Lu Wenming had no choice but to compromise.
He leaned back in his chair: "Tell me, what do you want to ask?"
"Mountain ghost."
"Mountain ghost?"
Lu Wenming scratched his head. His study of history has always been relatively non-mainstream. He is a staunch pseudo-historian and conspiracy theory enthusiast. His classmates all say that he is He Xin's disciple, the kind who is better than his predecessors.
Because he not only tried to falsify Western history, but also often counter-intuitively falsified certain things in Chinese history.
For example.
He believed that Cheng Yu was the biological brother of Qin Shihuang's mother.
Because Wang Lu only besieged Handan again in December of the fiftieth year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Ying Yiren also planned to escape and return home at this time. According to the distance between Handan and Xianyang, and to avoid pursuit, Ying Yiren could be in the fifth year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin. It would be good to arrive in Xianyang in February of the eleventh year.
Then she has to go through Mrs. Huayang's child recognition ceremony and prepare for her marriage to South Korea.
Messengers came and went, and Korea sent the princess.
The wedding won't happen until at least April.
Even if she got pregnant on the spot without stopping, the probability of giving birth to Chenglong in December of the 51st year of King Qin Zhaoxiang was extremely low.
And if Ying Yiren left Handan, Zhao Ji was already pregnant.
Cheng Xi was born in the 51st year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, so it was logical...
…
Lu Wenming was accustomed to doing this kind of historical reasoning, and many of the results he came up with were simply counterintuitive. Therefore, he was often called a "heretic" and the teachers at the school also gave him a headache.
But these studies are limited to history. At most, because the genealogy of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is confusing, he has also studied ancient history.
What does this have to do with the gods, ghosts, and mountain ghosts?
"My impression of the word mountain ghost only rests on Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs". The film and television works seem to be about a pretty goddess? I really don't know more."
Lu Wenming waved his hands, there was really nothing he could do.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. What we value is your historical reasoning ability. You can start studying it now." The girl was not disappointed, but was more confident than Lu Wenming.
Because Lu Wenming didn't know that his historical research was actually very consistent with history from another perspective.
"I still have two subjects that I need to make up for. Wait until I finish the exam?"
Not all teachers would tolerate his heresy, so it was normal for him to fail the class.
"You have to make up for the "General History of the World" and "History of Western Historiography" exams every year. You have never thought about passing the test. What's the point of taking the exams again this year?"
"Are you investigating me?"
"Just look at your school's forum and it will be clear. You are considered a famous figure in the school."
"All right."
Lu Wenming sat on the chair boredly, biting his straw and said: "These two subjects are my struggle with the school. I must use non-textbook historical content to pass."
Girl: "The instructor would be very kind if he didn't give you negative marks."
Lu Wenming: "I can fail the exam, but I cannot miss the exam, otherwise I will be a deserter."
Girl: "Study mountain ghosts and I will reward you."
Lu Wenming's eyes lit up: "How much?"
The girl made an eight sign with her fingers, and Lu Wenming suddenly became excited: "Eight hundred? OK, I'll take this job."
Eight hundred...
The girl retracted her hand unnaturally. She actually wanted to say eight thousand. In fact, in order to solve the problem of mountain ghosts, they received hundreds of thousands of donations. Asking a consultant to give eight thousand is not too much...
Well, it’s better to save it.
"WeChat?"
"Pay now? Okay, okay."
Lu Wenming quickly opened the payment code. For a poor college student, saving a little bit of 800 yuan is equivalent to a month's living expenses. If you want to be extravagant, you don’t need to drink lemonade from Mixue Bingcheng anymore. Just order some tea to make you look happy...
"Zhao Qingxue?"
When he was collecting and paying, he saw the other party's name, and only then did Lu Wenming know the girl's name.
"uh-huh."
Zhao Qingxue nodded, then stood up and picked up an oil-paper umbrella. She paid the money and left without mentioning the project requirements. Lu Wenming scratched his head and decided to go back to the dormitory.
Bang——
As the oil-paper umbrella opened, the threads filled with flowers cast a brocade iridescence, and the dark green umbrella paper revealed the coolness of a lotus leaf at this moment. The girl turned back, nodded, paid her respects, and strolled away.
Lu Wenming blocked the sun, felt dazed for a moment, and murmured: "Did you see it wrong just now?"
At that moment, the girl's face looked a little coquettish, as if she didn't look like her...
The girl who had walked a certain distance also changed her expression. She folded up her umbrella and patted the tree trunk nearby, then slowly opened the umbrella again.
He scolded: "When you see a man, you want to seduce him, right?"
The red rope hanging on the handle of the umbrella fluttered in the wind, as if admitting her mistake, but from the woman's perspective, a husky and sexy female voice sounded: "I can't help it... that man smells so good."
"fragrant?"
After recalling that Lu Wenming didn't use any perfume, after a pause, he realized that the fragrance mentioned by this vixen meant something else. It probably meant that this person had a strong body and a relatively strong yang energy.
"Taoist, Taoist, why don't you give me to him?"
"??"
"How about selling it to him? I heard that college students like vixens very much. I can make him look like various teachers or two-dimensional cute girls? As long as he likes it."
"..."
"Please, you have to support me every day anyway, why don't you give me to him and save some money for incense?"
"Are you vixens so casual?"
"No, that stinky Taoist priest used to beg me to be my concubine, but I ignored him."
"..."
After two seconds of silence, the girl silently tilted the oil-paper umbrella and let the sun shine inside. The vixen's pleading voice quickly sounded: "It hurts, it hurts, I don't dare anymore, not anymore."
Zhao Qingxue held up the umbrella silently.
She found Lu Wenming's WeChat account and added her as a friend. After being approved, she asked, "There is a vixen who wants to be your concubine. Do you want it?"
Lu Wenming: "???"
