Lieshan

In order to protect the books from fire, Wenyuan Pavilion is very shady and cool, and there is little sunlight.Most of the precious classics have been transported out for exhibition in the museum's glass anti-theft cabinets, but the Wenyuan Pavilion has a vast collection of books, and many books are still kept in the pavilion.The smell of ink mixed with rosin floats in the air, and there is nothing but countless ancient books and policy slips in the quiet library.

"What are we looking for?" Chu Min asked while flipping through the book.

"The Mausoleum of Genghis Khan."

The book in Chu Min's hand fell to the ground with a clatter: "Here, buried, Genghis Khan???"

Qi Huaiyuan calmly reached out to wipe off the dust on the bookshelf, and then finished speaking: "The map of

"..." Can you stop panting next time you speak, "What does the map look like?"

"do not know."

"How big is it?"

"do not know."

"Then what do you know?" Maoxian interjected impatiently.

"The map is in a copy of "Secret History of Mongolia." Qi Huaiyuan thought about it, found a pen and paper on the desk at the door, and wrote two lines of tadpole-like text, ""Secret History of Mongolia" in Manchu and Mongolian. "The four characters look like this."

Chu Min breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the bookshelves in the room: "Where is "Secret History of Mongolia"?"

Qi Huaiyuan took down a Manchu book, flipped through it, put it back calmly, and did not speak.

Chu Min suddenly had an ominous premonition, and asked cautiously: "Don't tell me, you don't know."

"Ah."

"Then what do you mean, we have to go through the tens of thousands of books here one by one?"

Qi Huaiyuan tilted his head and thought for a while: "Almost."

"..." Chu Min suddenly didn't want to explore anymore, and wanted to go home.

"They don't know Manchu or Mongolian, why bring them here?" Qi Xiu complained softly.

Qi Huaiyuan turned a deaf ear to it, and went straight to the row of bookshelves by the window: "Manchu and Mongolian documents are all here, you just need to go through them."

"That's not a lot..." Chu Min sighed weakly, walked over resignedly and began to flip through the book.

For a whole day, Apu, the corpse servant, has been standing at the door to pay attention to the surrounding movements, while the other four people are struggling to find a map that does not know its size or size.In the middle of the journey, except for the woolen yarn going out through the window to apply some pure natural green farmyard manure to the flowers and plants by the lake, there is only the sound of pages being turned in Wenyuan Pavilion.

Chu Min looked dazed, but he didn't see anything related to the map at all.As for the book "Secret History of Mongolia", he has found more than a dozen books in different editions in different eras, but none of them has a map inside, so he can only pile these books together on the ground.

Although this process is boring, there are also some unexpected gains, such as the version of "Dream of Red Mansions" that has not been released in the world.When Mr. Hu Shi wrote "Cratical Textual Research of A Dream of Red Mansions", he deduced that besides the Gengchen version, the Zhi version, the Mongolian version, and the Wangfu version, there is another book that is closer to the original and is kept in a secret collection in Da Nei.

So when Chu Min opened the book with the "Analects of Confucius" on the outside and saw the book of stones, he couldn't help being ecstatic, and began to appreciate the handwritten handwriting carefully.

The emperor is also a human being. Although he denounced it as a scorpion and ordered it to be destroyed, he couldn't help but want to take a peek at it, which is why he came up with this trick.In ancient times, emperors had strict restrictions on reading books. If they wanted to read some books in the market outside the palace, the eunuchs had to change the covers of the books and bring them into the palace. among.

"Well, this is the Six Steeds of Zhaoling?" Mao Yaxian, who started to fish in troubled waters, took this collection of rubbings and flipped it in his hand.The Six Horses of Zhaoling Mausoleum are the six war horses that Emperor Taizong Li Shimin rode successively during his campaigns. They were sculpted by the famous craftsman Yan Lide and the painter Yan Liben. They stand in front of Zhaoling Mausoleum.These stone carvings are now broken and incomplete. They were smashed and smuggled out of the country during the invasion of China by the Eight-Power Allied Forces. Among them, "Saluzi" and "Curly-haired 騧" are now in the library of the University of Pennsylvania in the United States, while the remaining four were intercepted and fortunately kept. domestic.

Chu Min had seen those two reliefs in the United States, and now he saw the six steeds gathered together on the rubbings, and he was very sad.

"What's that?" Qi Xiu threw down a few books with disdain, "This is the essence of Da Nei's collection."

Hearing the words, Chu Min immediately became interested, but found that the cover was in Manchu. He couldn't help but regret that he couldn't read it, but he still wanted to open it to see for himself, so he grabbed the first page of the cover, and just about to flip it, suddenly there was a A hand pressed against the cover.Looking up along this slender and powerful hand, Qi Huaiyuan stared at the words on the book cover with a strange face.

"What for? It's not yours." Mao Xian snatched the book, opened it triumphantly, was stunned for two seconds, swallowed again and quickly closed the book.

"What exactly is it?" Chu Min was extremely curious, snatched it from his hand and opened it, and quickly understood what the expressions on the two of them meant.

The emperor sits in the world and is related to the rise and fall of the dynasty, so the royal family has no family affairs, and the emperor's family affairs are state affairs.What the emperor does in bed is a major matter in state affairs.As the essence of generations of talent inheritance research, Erotic Book can be described as a real Ouchi secret collection.

Chu Chu laughed dryly: "Well, the painter's level is so-so, and the characters are distorted. It's better for us to continue looking for the map."

"Yo, this is amazing, take a look." Mao Xian has already picked up another book and started admiring it with great interest.

Chu Min glanced at the content he handed to her, and immediately threw down the book in his hand with a downcast face: "Chen Moxian, your skin is itchy, right?"

Damn it, what does it mean to show me the emperor and his pet have sex?

Mao Mao didn't think it was disobedient, turned the pages of the book in his hand, and clicked his tongue from time to time.

Qi Huaiyuan glanced over those few pages, his expression unchanged, as if he just appreciated the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation by Han Xizai, Wu Daozi, Xu Wei, Zhu Da and Zheng Banqiao.

However, Chu Chu couldn't watch "Dream of Red Mansions" any longer, especially the scene where Jia Baoyu flirted with Beijing Jing Wang and Jiang Yuhan, it really made him feel restless, and he wanted to tie these people directly to the bed together.

A few hours later, the sky was completely dark, the moonlight outside Wenyuan Pavilion was silvery white, while the inside of the pavilion was dim.In order not to disturb the security guards, they had to carefully hide in the corner and search for books with flashlights.

There is no sound in the silent night, except for the occasional rustling of leaves blown by the breeze or the chirping of grass insects outside the window.Suddenly, two abrupt crows broke the silence of the night, very loud in the empty Forbidden City.

Chu Chu's eyes were fixed, and he quickly turned off the flashlight in his hand.

The door of Wenyuan Pavilion was opened with a creak, and there were faint footsteps.

Just as Chu Chu was considering whether to jump out of the window and escape, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and pulled him into between the bookshelves.

"Is there a shadow just now?" The footsteps stopped.

"You're dazzled, why didn't I see it?" Another voice replied, "There's no one coming here, let's go, it's creepy."

"I just saw that there seems to be a light coming..." The first security guard's voice was also slightly lacking in confidence. After all, there are many ghost stories circulating in the Forbidden City.

Chu Min's heart was beating like a drum at this time, but it was not because of the two security guards, but because he was being pressed firmly in the small space between the bookshelf and the window sill, and he could even feel the warm breath above his head. .Raising his head, Qi Huaiyuan was staring out the window, and lowered his head after noticing his gaze, his iris turned from light amber to black at some point, and the occasional golden light flashed like lightning surging in the dark clouds.

"You're nervous." Qi Huaiyuan said with a firm tone, and laughed softly.

Chu Min wanted to push the person away from embarrassment, but the footsteps of the security guards in the darkness made him dare not make unnecessary movements.

"what sound?"

"Could it be haunted?" One of them trembled.

"Go and have a look." The braver one mustered up the courage to come over.

Chu Chen tensed up suddenly, looking over Qi Huaiyuan's shoulder at the light of the flashlight behind a few bookshelves getting closer.

"Woo, woo..." A deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from the other side.

"What! Ghost, ghost?"

"How is it possible, this is not the inner court." The security guard pretended to be calm.

Chu Min also became nervous when he heard it at first, and shrank subconsciously.

"I...you are wronged...the minister remonstrates with death...the emperor..." The voice didn't seem to be made by a human being, it was a little hoarse in the air, it seemed to come from the Nine Serenities Hell, full of sorrow.

The two security guards looked at each other and ran away, knocking down the books on the floor.

Chu Min heaved a sigh of relief, and heard that it was the sound of woolen yarn, but it was the ghostly sound made when exorcising corpses and summoning souls that made it look very scary, scaring away the security guards.It's just that, why did the ghostly experience of the speaker sound so familiar...

"Fortunately, I'm witty, probably ghost stories will be spread in the outer court tomorrow..." Mao Xian proudly turned on the flashlight, but was stunned by the scene in front of him, "You, what are you two doing?"

Chu Chu suddenly pushed away the person on his body, his ears were slightly red: "What can I do, hide from the security guards."

Qi Huaiyuan leaned against the bookshelf with his arms folded, without explaining.

"Oh..." Mao Xian was skeptical, picked up the knocked-off book on the floor, took a photo with the flashlight, and asked again, "Do I need to get so close to hide from the security guards?"

Chu Min turned his head and glared at him, but his eyes stopped on the book that was picked up by the woolen side, and he shouted: "Don't move!"

Mao Xian thought he had stepped into some terrible trap, so he was too frightened to move.

Chu Min stepped forward and observed his posture on those pages for a long time, then picked up three of the pages, picked them up, and shone them from the side with a flashlight.

Intermittent patterns on three sheets of paper are superimposed to form a map.

The wool was stunned and turned to the cover, and there were four eye-catching Mongolian characters "Secret History of Mongolia".

"There's nowhere to find it if you break through the iron shoes, it's easy to get here, hahaha." Chu Min suppressed his voice excitedly and laughed, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't be discovered again later."

Even Qi Xiu couldn't care less about his hostility towards these two barbarians, he grabbed the book and looked at the map carefully, the expression on his face became more and more excited: "That's it!"

Fearing that the night would be long and dreamy, the few people who got the things hurriedly opened the windows and turned out.

Qi Huaiyuan was the last to leave, and watched them leave through the window, while he put his hands on the window sill and looked into the night. Xie Zhi's eyes could clearly see many things that ordinary people cannot see.

Including the six black wings under the moonlight.