The salvage archaeological excavation was purely accidental.
It was a group of tomb robbers who committed crimes late at night. They made a big noise and attracted the attention of the villagers, who directly called the police.
When the police arrived, the tomb had been stolen.
As a last resort, we can only carry out rescue excavation and archeology.
It was an ordinary tomb, not even a biography of the tomb owner. However, a large number of cultural relics and historical materials were discovered here. It was an unexpected surprise.
The host at the scene is connecting with the anchor in the studio, "We know that there are decades of gaps in historical documents about Jiang State, which has existed for nearly four hundred years. There are still different opinions and various speculations. This time we excavated Are there any new discoveries in the cultural relics that came out?”
In front of the camera, the host invited experts on the scene, "After our simple research just now, these documents are very detailed and can help us have a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the history of Guanghe, the royal dignitaries, and the court. All the important ministers in the hall have records."
"When the data is completely restored, we will surely be able to understand the historical entanglements of those decades."
"And after our speculation, this should be the burial object of Princess Mingyi, who was famous in history from Jiang State."
The burial objects are here.
The tomb is not here.
There are many doubts, and there are still no clear answers to many things.
The dissemination intensity of the central channel is not inferior to that of new online media. Almost at the same time, the front-page news of all major online platforms was about new archaeological discoveries.
After Zhou Ji took a shower, news alerts on her phone popped up from time to time, covering the sky and the sky, almost pervasive.
Zhou Ji had no interest at first, but his eyes suddenly stopped at the words "Jiang Guo" and "Princess Mingyi".
It had been a while since Zhou Ji had those weird dreams that made him feel chilly in his heart.
He himself was surprised that he could be afraid of something.
Afraid of becoming the person in the dream again.
Afraid of seeing that ruthless, decisive man who leaves no room for himself.
There is no way out.
Sit on the sidelines.
Zhou Ji could even sympathize with the evil thoughts in that man's heart, and he could clearly sense all the other's emotions.
When subordinates mentioned Princess Mingyi, there was only indifference on the part of the onlookers and no mercy.
Zhou Ji came back to her senses and calmly swiped open the news page. There was not much content about Princess Mingyi, but more about the Jiang Kingdom, a dynasty that had existed for more than four hundred years.
Zhou Ji turned on the TV, and the same content was playing, which happened to be explaining the life of Princess Yi.
Taiping 15 to the winter of Taiping 31.
At the age of sixteen, he died of illness.
Zhou Ji suddenly thought of the cold rainy and snowy night in his dream, when he saw the man vomiting a large mouthful of blood, like a red plum splashing open.
Someone kept saying it in his ear.
My lord, Princess Mingyi is dead.
Mingyi is dead.
She is dead.
That voice lingered over and over again, torturing the pale man and torturing him.
Zhou Ji would rather not have that man kill her.
Zhou Ji would rather have nothing to do with the man in his nightmare.
He gradually calmed down and remembered that Li Jinchao's father worked at the Central Academy of History.
Zhou Ji called and said straight to the point: "I have something to ask Uncle Li for a favor."
"I would like a copy of the documents that were unearthed today."
Li Jinchao was very surprised, but he didn't ask much. It wasn't a big deal. He readily agreed: "Okay."
Zhou Ji said: "After sorting it out, send it to my email."
After a slight pause, the man continued: "Maybe I'll go there tomorrow."
Li Jinchao couldn't help but asked, "When did you become interested in this aspect?"
Still so impatient.
It seemed like he couldn't wait for a moment, which was very abnormal.
Zhou Ji paused and said without explanation: "Yeah. I'm a little interested."
The dream is too real.
It really seemed like something that had happened before, and her identity had been revealed to him a long time ago, but it wasn't enough...
Zhou Ji still wants to know more, and there are countless clues that seem to be related to him.
The call ended shortly.
Zhou Ji received a call from Jiang Yue. His heart skipped a beat. After suppressing those bad emotions, the man answered the call as if nothing had happened.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Yue was lying on the bed, swallowing what she wanted to say, and wanted to give up when she heard his voice.
She couldn't wait to put on her wings and fly to the archaeological site.
"It's nothing, I accidentally touched the phone." Jiang Yue's voice sounded a little dull, "I hung up."
Zhou Ji heard that she was worried, "Unhappy?"
Jiang Yue denied it: "No, I'm quite happy."
Zhou Ji didn't point her out. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to the Institute of History tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?"
Jiang Yue just thought it was a coincidence. In this case, she was naturally not polite, "Yeah, I'm going."
She made her words sound less strange, adding a wink and sincerity that added credibility: "I love history."
