The Xiling Qing Dynasty, the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu, and between the third and fourth tomb doors. The ground shines brightly on the ground, but in this deep underground, it is like a late autumn with frost.

"Beiyang."

Qin Weiguan burst into tears and hugged the child tightly.

Helplessly, Xiao Geng fought his life and shouted in the underground palace: "I don't call me Beiyang! My name is Qiu Xiao Geng, my father called Qiu Desheng, let me out quickly, help me! Help!"

"Child, it's useless to shout out your throat. During the construction of the imperial tomb, I was the owner of the underground palace."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Qin Huguan, and I have been building tomb-controlling beasts for the imperial tombs for generations." He forced the child to the corner, "I am your biological father."

"You lied to me! You all lied to me!"

When Xiao Geng struggled to resist, he shook the jade pendant close to his heart and shook it outside his clothes, as if a bright and bloody heart fell out.

Lao Qin hurriedly shone with a horse lantern. It was indeed the Hotan Nuan Blood Jade and the burial object of the Tang Dynasty tomb of Bailuyuan. When he arrived in the underground palace, he became even hotter. There was no other person in the world who was the same.

In the twelfth lunar month of the Gengzi year, this jade pendant was hidden in the child's cradle and lost, and now it has become a token of recognition between father and son.

"What do you think?" The boy stuffed the jade pendant back into his clothes, "This is what my father gave me."

"I'll show you something."

Qin Weiguan took off his shirt and exposed two birthmarks on the back of his neck. It was also red deer antlers, symmetrical on both sides of the cervical vertebrae, but when he was old, it was slightly faded and dull.

"Do you have this birthmark?" Xiao Geng took two steps back, took off his shirt, and looked at Qin Customs. "A few days ago, Inspector Ye came to my house and looked at me with two mirrors in front and back. It was the first time I discovered this birthmark."

"It's impossible to be wrong. My father, my grandfather, my grandfather, my grandfather... There are the same two deer-shaped birthmarks on the back of my neck for generations."

Qin Customs remembered the child who died many years ago and had such a birthmark when he was born, like a fake one.

The boy said to himself: "Some people have always said that I don't look like my parents, I'm the one I picked up, is that true?"

Lao Qin suppressed the intersection of sadness and joy, opened the envelope left by Ye Kenan, which was covered with dry and black blood, and the dark kerosene lamp illuminated dense texts—

Xiao Gengwuer:

I see my words as if I meet you! When the sky is dawn, I will part with you forever! I tell you that you are not my biological son! In the Gengzi Incident, I was forced to be a tiger and trapped in the formation of the Debauchery. Under the imperial city, I met you in a cradle. The weather was cold and the earth was frozen. I felt compassionate and saved you back to the Tianjin house. I and my wife had no children, and I treated you as if you were born. I had been in the spring and autumn nine times. There was no false statement above.

Tonight, the agent of the West Road Patrol Bureau of Beijing City, peeled off the cocoons and came to the door. I realized that your biological father was still alive and was now the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty. Your biological father was looking forward to you day and night, and he had a handwritten letter from the current Regent. I have a relationship with you for nine years, so I will have to rest tonight. Alas! My tears and ink are all together, but I hope my son will be healthy and healthy, get rid of illness and no disasters. The dragon will fly around the world in the future and will never let down your adoptive parents' love! Farewell!

On April 2, the first year of Xuantong, your adoptive father, Qiu Desheng

Ich liebe dich

It turned out that this was the letter written by Qiu Desheng at his desk before his death. As soon as he finished writing the last word, the assassin cut his knife from behind and pierced his heart.

The boy snatched the blood-soaked letter, and the paper became particularly brittle and hard. This was the blood bursting out from the heart when Qiu Desheng died.

Xiao Geng read out word by word, and at the end of the brush, he added a German "Ich liebe dich" in the German word "Ich liebe dich", which means "I love you", which represents the deep affection and friendship of the adoptive father.

Yes, this is Qiu Desheng's handwriting, it is absolutely true! In a trance, the ink marks, strokes and blood stains were as if they turned into black flying insects, combining them into various ancient words and numbers, covering the field of vision...

My mind seemed to be exhausted. His understanding of himself in the past nine years is about to be pushed back and done again.

The boy was crying and sat down to the ground in depressed manner. He turned to look at the old craftsman under the kerosene lamp: "Are you really my biological father?"

So, Qin Customs told all the stories that the earth-shaking Gengzi Year was like a wild horse breaking the reins of the gods, brutally crushing the heads of the family.

In the autumn wind, the white deer plain, Qin Beiyang was born in the palace of the little prince's cemetery in the Tang Dynasty...

When the boy heard about his past when he was kidnapped by the German army in the twelfth month of the Gengzi year, he thought: "No wonder, my father is most afraid of the old things in the Gengzi year."

"I am your father." Qin Customs shines his son's eyes with a kerosene lamp, "From today, your name will be Qin Beiyang."

"Why is my name Beiyang? The name given by the Beiyang minister?"

Qin Customs talked about the child's grandfather, who fought against Japan in the 18898 and died in battle on Liugong Island.

"Beiyang Navy?"

The boy remembered his past naval dream and made a wooden model of the Dingyuan iron-clad ship, which was probably related to the name in the dark and the blood of the Beiyang Navy running in his blood vessels?

"Qin Beiyang!"

In the tomb of Emperor Guangxu, Qin Customs was in tears. He called out again, and the nine-year-old boy looked up and replied: "Yes."

Return the jade to Qin.

The boy let Qin Customs hug him. From then on, his future life will either be flying in the world or die in the underground palace.

"Is this the emperor's underground palace? The emperor is lying inside?"

He tried hard to get familiar with his new identity, but he could not call Qin Customs father.

"Shh!"

Qin Weiguan sealed his finger on his son's mouth. He pointed to an empty door ticket behind him and said, "This is the fourth tomb door, but the stone slab has not been carved yet and the copper pipe fan has not been installed. I'll take you in and take a look."

He held his son's hand, held a kerosene lamp, and stepped into the last door of the tomb. He wanted to store the emperor's coffin, but now it is just a prototype, like a big hole in the ground, full of sand and stone, and is still far from completion.

"Where is the emperor?"

"It's still parked in the Lianggezhuang Palace on the ground of Xiling. In addition, the emperor's favorite concubine Zhen, they have to wait until the completion is completed before they can be buried." Qin Customs touched the rugged inner wall of the strange rocks, "It won't be finished in three to five years."

"You mean, we're going to live here for three or five years?"

"Yes, our family has done this for generations."

Hearing this, Qin Beiyang felt fear in his heart, not because he was afraid of the underground palace of the imperial tomb, but because his suitcase was filled with school textbooks and homework. He carried a kerosene lamp and walked around the deepest part of the underground palace, and found a round deep well on the ground at the back of the center.

At first glance, this well looks bottomless and has a diameter similar to a folk well. The nine-year-old Qin Beiyang was really bold. He lay on the edge of the wellhead and held a kerosene lamp to shine down. There was no water in the well, just an empty loess well.

"This is Jinjing!"

Qin Customs whispered behind him, this time he really scared him.

Qin Beiyang rolled and crawled to the side, took a deep breath and said, "Just just now, I felt a stream of heat coming out of the bottom of the well, rushing to the top of my head and heart. Now my whole body is hot and dry, and I feel so uncomfortable!"

The underground palace was extremely cold, but the child was sweating profusely. He took off his shirt and ran away with bare shirt. After a moment, he had a thick black nosebleed. Qin Customs made some gauze and stuffed his nostrils and warned: "Don't get close to Jinjing, that's for the emperor. We ordinary people should not be contaminated with this dragon energy."

"What if you get infected?"

"Either the true dragon emperor or the traitor!" Qin Customs whispered to his son, "You must not be heard by anyone."

"What is Jinjing?"

"Since ancient times, when building a tomb, you must first determine where the Jinjing is located. The jargon is 'pointing acupoints'. The so-called 'three years of searching for dragons and ten years of searching acupoints', the dragon veins are exposed between the heaven and earth, and are surrounded by mountains and rivers, so it is not difficult to find. The acupoints need to be found in the mountains and ridges, and it is extremely difficult to find a few feet of auspicious soil for ten thousand years. Once the acupoints are broken, all previous efforts will be wasted."

Hearing such a mysterious thing, Qin Beiyang remembered the knowledge taught by a German school: "This is unscientific!"

Qin Customs did not dare to approach Emperor Guangxu's Jinjing, saying from afar, "The Jinjing is located in the core of the underground palace, just like the Tianyuan of Go, which determines the orientation and layout of the entire underground palace and the tomb."

"Just like a warship must have keels."

"More important. Mortals have souls. The golden well is the place where the tomb is the soul, protecting the tomb owner and descendants. Above the golden well, there is a treasure bed for placing the coffin. Only by digging this well first, the imperial tomb will be considered officially started. In previous years, the emperor must have personally approved it, and the royal Feng Shui master will choose a good day. Before digging the golden well, sacrifice to the three immortals: the mountain god, the Houtu God, and the Sigong God. The last Sigong God is the protector of our craftsmen."

"Just like Lu Ban, the ancestor of the craftsmanship?"

"Yes." Qin Customs was pleased that his son was so smart. "Dig a trough of the underground palace, and keep part of the original soil directly below the Jinjing. It is called Yuanshan Jitu. You must not see the three lights of "Sun, Moon, and Star". After the tomb is completed, some important treasures, such as the emperor's favorite thing during his lifetime, should be placed in the golden well in order to induce the heaven and earth. Then, the coffin was transported into the underground palace and pressed directly on the golden well. If the coffin is not removed in the future, the golden well will never be discovered."
Chapter completed!