Deep in the underground palace of the Guangxu Emperor's Mausoleum, Qin Beiyang felt hot all over, pinched his throat, and exited the fourth tomb door.

"Beiyang, let's go back to the ground to get some air, and it's fine if it's sunny."

Qin Weiguan took his son out of the tomb and returned to the imperial tomb construction site. The sun was about to set, but it made the father and father unable to open their eyes.

The tomb construction site is full of migrant workers, mostly in crude sheds. Lao Qin is treated preferentially and can live in a brick house alone.

That night, the father and son who had just met again nine years later fell asleep, but Qin Beiyang refused to untie the white cloth filial piety belt tied to his adoptive parents.

Qin Customs asked a lot of old things about his son growing up in Tianjin. He asked and answered.

The boy thought to himself: Do you, a craftsman with a rustic hat, understand the things in German schools? He noticed that Qin Weiguan lost a small finger on his right hand and half a ring finger on his left hand. Many carpenters and stonemasons would lose a few fingers, probably an accident at work. If he became a craftsman himself, these ten fingers that were connected to the heart would be difficult to save.

Late at night, Qin Weiguan snored like thunder. Tonight, he would have dreamed of his dead wife, which was also an explanation. Qin Beiyang silently got up from the bed, opened his suitcase, and saw the clothes he brought to him before his death, as well as the school's textbooks and homework books...

Could it be that you will be a craftsman here all your life? You will have to build a tomb for the dead emperor even if you die?

It's the 20th century! Americans invented planes, French invented movies, and I heard that they also filmed Verne's science fiction novel "From the Earth to the Moon", but we Chinese are spending our time digging graves! What's the point of gold to point acupoints, thousands of years of good luck, fucking the gods! Why should I do this?

Could it be that three hundred years ago? If the king wants his minister to die, his ministers have to die? No, I want to go back to Tianjin and go back to a German school to study.

If I really can't go back, I will wander around the world. The earth is so big that I have no place to live? I want to be a naval officer, an agent in the patrol bureau, a lawyer in Tianjin, and a stock broker in Shanghai.

I also have to study abroad in Europe to study mechanical engineering, and build China's first car and even the first plane!

Even though he had already recognized his ancestors, Qin Beiyang still decided to escape. Even if he violated the royal laws, he would escape from this paradise for dead people and the hell of living people. Put on his coat and pick up his suitcase, he sneaked out of the brick house and let Qin Customs fall asleep.

Looking up at the fields, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Qin Beiyang distinguished the direction and went east to reach Tianjin. The adoptive mother stuffed him ten silver dollars in the suitcase, which was also the savings saved by his adoptive father, and it was enough to do travel expenses.

At night, there are armed flagists standing guard, so they must not walk through the gate. He wrapped his white cloth around his waist, lowered his head to cross the cordon, and climbed up the hill behind the cemetery. Qin Beiyang watched the moonlight, and the heat during the day disappeared, and a cool air rose from the ground.

A map was called out in my mind from observing the mountains and rivers during the day. Even in the dark, he could see the fire and quickly overlap the surrounding terrain with this map.

He plunged into the lush pine and cypress forest and walked several miles.

However, I remember going east, but looking at the direction of the moon again, it seems that I am heading west again?

There was a desolate road in front of me, covered with desolate wormwood, insects chirping on the ground, and there seemed to be a wolf howling on the mountain. He grabbed a thick branch to defend himself. He found that there were soldiers on both sides of the road and could only hide in the bushes, but after a long time, the soldiers standing on the guard were still motionless, as if they were zombies.

Qin Beiyang went to the moonlight and saw that they were all stone men, Weng Zhong, wearing the armor of the Qing Dynasty general, just like General Nian Gengyao in the picture book. After touching the stone general, the carvings were indeed exquisite, even a little cute, slightly weathered and peeled off. Qin Beiyang continued walking again, passing two three-hole stone bridges, and saw a big turtle carrying a stone tablet at the Shinto Monument Pavilion. He had loved to read various inscriptions since he was a child, lit candles, climbed onto the head of the turtle to illuminate them, and could vaguely see a few big characters.

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"Respect the Tianchang Fortune and Jianzhong to show the integrity of the civil and military, wise, benevolent, trustworthy, sage, filial piety and sincerity of Emperor Xian"

What the hell emperor?

Qin Beiyang saw another magnificent palace, with side halls and Lama buildings on both sides. He walked around the palace and walked in front of him with a five-stone offering, an incense burner in the middle, and a white marble and Sumeru mount underneath.

The moonlight illuminated the city tower directly in front of him. He thought where the city came from in the imperial tomb? Is it the legendary mirage ghost city? He had no taboos. Anyway, even Emperor Guangxu's golden well energy had been sucked, so he swung his swagger and climbed the city along the steps.

A green figure appeared in the corner of the city tower, as if a dark glow flashed.

"Ye! Who is coming?"

An old man's voice came with a full breath, almost running through the entire tomb. It seemed that it had not passed through the eardrum, directly penetrated the scalp and skull, and entered Qin Beiyang's cerebral cortex.

Under the moonlight, an old man in a bright yellow dragon robe was shining. He wore a Qing Dynasty crown, his cheeks drooped oval face, pale face, and his eyes were full of vigor. He walked towards him without anger.

In the middle of the Qing Dynasty imperial tomb, seeing this scene was definitely a ghost!

Qin Beiyang tried hard to keep himself from screaming. When he turned his head, he saw a stone tablet on the Sumeru pedestal, colorful, cinnabar painted on the surface of the monument, engraved with three words: Manchu, Han and Meng. The moonlight illuminated a series of Chinese words——

"The Mausoleum of Emperor Sejong Xian"

Although he was only nine years old, he was well-read in history books and could recite the reigns and temple names of emperors of all the Qing dynasties. This Emperor Shizong Xian was the famous Emperor Yongzheng!

Oh my god, is the ghost of Emperor Yongzheng? The old man touched his face and suddenly changed into a golden mask. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to reveal his long and sharp nails.

Qin Beiyang was so scared that he ran away with his head in his arms and almost jumped down from the city tower. It seemed that if a while later, his heart would be dug out by the cold nails. He escaped from the divine way and turned around and could not see the "Emperor Yongzheng" chasing him, but the treasure roof under the moonlight was particularly clear. And that city tower was the "Ming Tower" that every imperial tomb would have.

During the Lantern Festival, Qin Beiyang heard a wandering artist say at a temple fair in Tianjin: Emperor Yongzheng did not die, but was assassinated by the heroine Lu Siniang to avenge her father (literary inquisition). She cut off Emperor Yongzheng's head and fled. Therefore, when Emperor Yongzheng was buried, he was a headless corpse, and could only be replaced by a golden head. Could this golden mask be the real body in the underground palace?

The Qing Dynasty began outside the pass. The three eastern provinces of Longxing were preserved in the three tombs of Shengjing, such as Nurhaci, Huang Taiji, and other three tombs of Shengjing. The Shunzhi Dynasty entered the pass and built the imperial tombs in Malanyu, Zunhua County. When he arrived in Yongzheng, he refused to be buried in the Eastern Tombs. He seemed to have many fears about his father, Emperor Kangxi, and secretly combined with the unofficial history of fighting for the throne. He also chose Yongning Mountain in Yi County, "a area where the universe gathers and beautiful places, where the yin and yang meet, and the dragon cave is sand and water, and there is no beauty. The situation is regulating and qi is prepared, and all auspiciousness is prepared."

Since then, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty was buried in the East and West tombs among the plum blossoms. The Emperor Yongzheng's Tai Mausoleum, Emperor Jiaqing's Chang Mausoleum, Emperor Daoguang's Mu Mausoleum, and finally Emperor Guangxu's Chong Mausoleum.

Qin Beiyang turned completely, with stars and moons running out of light, and was afraid of meeting patrolling bannermen, so he could only cross mountains and rivers and try to climb to the back mountain. In the vast Taihang Mountains, he was a nine-year-old child, and he would probably be eaten by a wolf halfway. If he hit a robber, the ten oceans in the suitcase would not know whether they would save their lives or die?

In the second half of the night, Qin Beiyang's legs were almost gone and broke. He often encountered weasels and foxes, both of which were spiritual animals.

There is a large construction site at the foot of the mountain. When you get close, you will see it clearly the Chongling Construction Site of Emperor Guangxu. After walking for a long time, I walked around for a long time and came back again. Isn’t this a ghost hitting a wall? It seems that the imperial tomb must not be circulating in the middle of the night. Maybe the armed flag-men he saw were not the living people today, but the souls of the soldiers guarding the tomb a hundred or two hundred years ago.

I saw someone coming with a torch from afar. Maybe he was a tomb guarding the mountain. Qin Beiyang had to lie down and crawl and dodge until a chilling air came from the bottom of the treasure head of Emperor Guangxu, as if another golden well was snatched. He took a step forward and his whole body fell down like a sack.

"Oh!" The screams were absorbed by the deep well.

He hit a pile of soft loess, but fortunately it was not hurt. He stood up and touched the wellhead, and even if there were two self-stacked arhats, it would not be enough. This well was very dry, and it was definitely not a well. The circular wellhead was like a full moon, with thick clouds dissipating and the moon appeared, and the wellhead itself was like a full moon, as if there were more moons in the moon, and the circles were wrapped around the circles, just like the pattern of the imperial tomb.

Not daring to call for help, Qin Beiyang found an authentic tunnel at the bottom of the well. I wonder if it leads to the underground palace? He walked over horizontally and horizontally, everything was silent, as if there was a certain sound, and his breath was floating in his ears. He took two steps back and listened to it, and it turned out to be a nursery rhyme-

Green dragon head, white dragon tail,

The child asks for joy on the rainy day.

Wheat brown,

Start the Dragon King.

Big lower lower lower lower lower lower

From the first grade to the eighteenth.

Mahasattva

Qin Beiyang discovered that there was a dark secret room in the entrance of the cave next to the tunnel, and the nursery rhymes were heard from then on.

Anyway, I encountered all kinds of strange things tonight, and it was not much different. He got into the secret room, lit a candle, and saw that he was lying against the wall. Sure enough, a boy was lying down—both was smaller than himself, and his appearance was only six or seven years old.

No, the boy in front of him was clearly sleeping soundly. How could he sing a nursery rhyme? Qin Beiyang shouted: "Hey! Wake up!"

The boy was wearing a beautiful satin jacket and a royal blue silk cloth embroidered with the word "longevity", which shone under the candlelight. This was clearly a shroud!

Could it be a dead person? The boy's eyes and mouth and nose were tightly closed, and a thick layer of silver light was painted on his face. Qin Beiyang immediately hid in the corner, let alone touching him, and he didn't dare to take a look.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside, followed by a rustling sound of footsteps. Qin Beiyang blew out the candle, and indeed something came in, but it was dark and could not be seen clearly. Then a small oil lamp lit up, and an old man appeared in the secret room, wearing the clothes of the Qing Palace, his whole braid was snow-white, and no black hair was seen.
Chapter completed!