5 The Second Afang Palace on Earth My eyes subconsciously fell on Xiao Kereng's face - "Could it be her? No, it's impossible. If it's Su Lun or Guan Baoling, it's almost the same..." No matter how much he denies it, Guan Baoling
It has entered my heart and no force can linger.
"Can we go down?" I asked tentatively. In fact, the real purpose in my heart was to see what Guan Baoling was doing. I was a little unwilling to let her be accompanied by Wang Jiangnan.
Xiao Kereng stood up, slightly disappointed: "Okay, let's go down, this dinner is really late..."
The clock had already pointed to nine o'clock, two full hours after dinner time, but I was not hungry at all and was disturbed by all kinds of strange questions.
Before going down the stairs, I accidentally looked back at the study, and a strange feeling suddenly came over me: "How can this place... be so familiar... so familiar! I have been here before, I must have been here! But
The layout of those bookshelves does not seem to be arranged in this way, but..."
Feeling dizzy, I held on to the stairs, causing Xiao Kereng to turn his head and look at me strangely.
My memory is like a sudden tide, a wave of langs rushes over me, and when the langurs recede, my mind is completely blank again.
"Xiao Xiao, I think the study is a little weird...those bookshelves, have the layout of those bookshelves been changed?" I stopped going downstairs, turned around and walked to the door of the study.
The bookshelves are arranged east to west, with a distance of two meters between the two columns, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
Xiao Keleng replaced a European brand high-power lighting lamp on the roof, and the snow-white light evenly illuminated every corner of the study.
I slapped myself on the top of my head angrily, hating myself for not catching that moment of inspiration.
"No, ever since I got Mr. Scalpel's permission to participate in the management of Xunfu Garden, the bookshelf has been arranged like this and has not been touched at all." Xiao Kereng answered my question clearly.
I looked up at the roof and flicked my temple with my right index finger, hoping that the memory would flash back again, even if it was only a tenth of a second. However, it did not appear again. After waiting for five minutes, I
I could only turn around and go downstairs.
The situation just now was a bit like the fragments of memories about my elder brother and "Afang Palace" that appeared in my mind after Master Xianyun held my hand.
According to the analysis of physiologists, human memory begins to exist after the sperm and egg combine to form the embryo, including the period of living in the amniotic fluid inside the mother's body, until birth, sitting up, walking, growing up, all memories
It is a coherent record of data. But because this piece of data cannot be described or recorded in vivid language by the recipient, it is easily overwritten by new memories later, but it cannot be said that they do not exist.
.
I understand that many latent memories in my thoughts have been stimulated by Master Xianyun. Although they cannot be properly connected into complete paragraphs, they will pop up from time to time to give me a "warm wake-up call" reminder.
Guan Baoling was sitting on the sofa in front of the window, resting her chin on her left hand, lost in thought, leaving only Xiao Kereng and me behind.
Wang Jiangnan stood not far behind her, still silent and standing with his hands behind his back and his chest raised. Even a fool could see that his eyes and attention had been falling on Guan Baoling's well-proportioned shoulders.
Xiao Kereng glanced at me, shook his head with a wry smile, then took out the piece of paper and walked towards Wang Jiangnan.
The hall was filled with the fragrance of various dishes. A golden roasted chicken became the protagonist on the table. Next to it were seafood sushi of at least seven different colors, as well as pink tuna fillets and dark black ones.
Caviar, red and green lettuce salad...
I was really hungry. When I saw Nobuko busy at the dining table, I felt particularly amiable.
Love experts say that to capture a man's heart, you must first capture their stomach. This sentence is indeed true. When a man feels hungry, he will sincerely like someone who prepares food for him, but Nobuko is an exception.
"Brother Thirteen——" Xiao Kereng called him in a low voice ten steps away from Wang Jiangnan. It seemed like a cruel thing to break his silence of admiring Guan Baoling. I felt that there was serious guilt in Xiao Kereng's voice.
Guilt.
Wang Jiangnan turned around like he was sleepwalking. After a few seconds of composure, he regained his calm expression. His face was filled with endless melancholy. It is said in "The Book of Songs": If you don't get what you want, you should sleep hard to get it.
He might have spent his sleep tonight tossing and turning in missing Guan Baoling.
"Brother Thirteen, I have something to ask you. There is a person trapped in the Crowne Plaza Casino in Tokyo. I need you to make a call and get him out and bring him back to Xunfu Garden. Is that okay?"
Xiao Kereng's tone was very gentle, and his attitude toward Wang Jiangnan was as friendly as a brother and sister.
She handed over the note. Wang Jiangnan only glanced at it and then directly looked at me.
He was a smart man and could tell at a glance that it was not Xiao Kereng's handwriting: "Is this... Mr. Feng's friend?"
I walked over bravely: "Yes, I hope Mr. Wang can help me more." I rarely ask for help, so I made an exception this time for Yelan. In fact, the ultimate goal is to save Tengjia. As long as she can wake up smoothly, let alone
It’s 20 million US dollars. Even if there’s a zero at the end, I won’t hesitate.
Wang Jiangnan readily agreed. In front of Guan Baoling, he seemed to be more willing to have the opportunity to express himself: "Tomorrow afternoon, you can see this person appearing in the villa."
After Guan Baoling heard my voice, she turned around slowly and looked up at me. Her dark eyelashes, one centimeter long, flickered. There was no smile on her face, but that blink of an eye, intentionally or unintentionally, made her smile.
It deeply touched my heart again.
"Ahem..." Wang Jiangnan coughed twice, and gently clasped his gloved hands together, making a "quacking, quacking" sound when his knuckles twisted. He could sit in the Shenqiang Club.
For such a high position, it would be impossible to rely solely on connections and Sun Long's support. His own martial arts and ability to do things should be one of the best in a million.
"Mr. Feng, I just talked about the villa with Mr. Wang, and he said - there will be a way for you to cede it generously, right?" Guan Baoling stood up, her soft waist swinging.
Xiao Kereng's guess had become reality. Wang Jiangnan's face suddenly turned red, and his cough was choked back in his throat.
"Really? Maybe, the villa is dead, people are alive, everything is easy to discuss." I smiled, leaving enough face for Wang Jiangnan. He could go to Sun Long to communicate, but the final decision was whether he agreed or not.
The decision is still mine.
Guan Baoling laughed, her laughter was like a string of silver bells caressed by the wind, and her long hair kept changing into undulating waves with her trembling body.
Xiao Kereng touched her nose and smiled bitterly along with her. She could obviously predict this, but she couldn't stop it. She watched helplessly as Guan Baoling's little trick succeeded.
With the ability of the Gunslingers Club, it shouldn't take much trouble to get Yelan out. Anywhere in Japan, Yelan is a stranger from a foreign country. He doesn't have to worry about others knowing the secrets he has buried in his heart until he sells the secrets to
That's it for me. Since I have given Wang Jiangnan face, I think he will return the favor to me.
During the meal, I met Zhang Baisen again. He had regained his composure, and his calm nature as a master of special powers had returned. He kept chatting and laughing with Wang Jiangnan.
The people at the table come from different fields, clinking glasses and changing glasses, and all the guests are happy.
I looked at everyone present who was in high spirits, and suddenly I felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness: "They are all happy, and everyone has their own goals and calculations, but what about me? Pursuing the actions of my eldest brother,
When will it be the end—"
It is precisely because Master Xianyun inspired many closed memories in me that in the past half day, I have been thinking about my elder brother countless times in my heart.
I put down my napkin, excused myself politely to everyone, and walked out the door. I just felt bored and wanted to be alone.
Xiao Kereng's work ability is absolutely efficient. In half a day, she has installed lighting fixtures in all the rooms in the two wings, arranged all the furniture, and converted all these places into guest rooms. It seems that she wants to make this place
A villa has become the base camp of the operation, and there is no longer any concern about the gloomy pattern of "nine-headed birds fighting for their lives".
According to the high-level theory of fate and Feng Shui theory: when the human Qi prevails over the earth Qi, it is enough to restrain the dangerous Feng Shui pattern and turn the violent Qi into peace, which can be of unexpected help to people in danger.
Xiao Kereng is a smart person, and all her actions must have been carefully planned. If she can join Su Lun, the two smart and capable girls will definitely complement each other like tigers.
I dialed Su Lun's number. When I was lonely and lonely, listening to her talk was the best comfort.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered. Su Lun's voice sounded extremely tired: "Brother Feng, how are you? What's new at Fengcut Temple? Is there any news from Yelan?"
The receiver heard a popping noise from the sofa, and then came the sound of Su Lun sighing up to the sky, apparently lying down heavily on the sofa.
I briefly recounted what happened to Yelan, and she was a little distracted: "Okay, I hope to revive Miss Tengjia as soon as possible. In fact, our goal is to find the clues to pursue the hero Yang Tian from the "Biluo Huangquan Sutra"
Clues...I made a very amazing discovery here, but of course it is only limited to what is recorded in ancient books - someone discovered the ruins of Afang Palace..."
My eyes were wandering aimlessly over the eaves of the main building towards the pagoda, when I suddenly heard the words "Afang Palace" and my heart suddenly lit up.
"Oh no, it's not a 'ruin', but the... original palace of Afang Palace, which means that Afang Palace was discovered!"
From her confused voice, I knew there was something strange about this matter, so I immediately asked: "What? Afang Palace - the Afang Palace that existed on earth in 2005? Speak slowly, slowly...
"
Su Lun cleared his voice, and the sound of flipping through books came from the microphone.
I saw Guan Baoling appear on the steps at the door, glanced towards me, and slowly walked down the steps. Wang Jiangnan followed behind, five steps away, clearly acting as a flower protector.
They were inseparable, and for a moment it reminded me of Tiger and Tang Xin, who had disappeared in the desert. Didn't Tiger treat Tang Xin in the same cautious and submissive manner?
I looked up into the confused night and sighed: "Oh, it's so hard for a hero to be a beauty..."
Su Lun was taken aback and asked with a smile on the other end of the phone: "What? What are you talking about?"
If Xiao Kereng had reported everything to her, my repeated gaffes after seeing Guan Baoling might have spread to Su Lun's ears. My face turned red and I covered it up vaguely: "It's nothing, I just feel it occasionally."
Guan Baoling walked elegantly towards the withered yellow grass on the side. In the center of the grass, there was a Japanese-style bird-wing water pavilion. The water had dried up and it was extremely desolate. Wang Jiangnan caught up with him very gentlemanly and held Guan Baoling's arm.
, afraid that she would slip on the grass - another jealousy arose in my heart.
"Oh, this is it - it was two farmers who discovered Afang Palace in the winter nearly thirty years ago. The location was..." She hesitated.
"The location? There's nothing suspicious about that. Of course it's Xi'an!"
Afang Palace was the most splendid palace built by Qin Shihuang. Unfortunately, after Xiang Yu entered the Pass, it was burned to scorched earth, leaving only a ruins in Afang Village, the western suburbs of Xi'an, China.
There are many poems praising Afang Palace in history. Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once wrote in "Ode to Afang Palace": "It covers more than three hundred miles and isolates the sky. Lishan Mountain forms in the north and turns west, heading straight to Xianyang. The two rivers melt together.
It flows into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is winding, and the eaves and teeth are high; everyone is fighting for the terrain." It can be seen that Epang Palace was indeed a very grand building complex at that time.
When I went to Xi'an the year before last, I saw both the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Memorial Hall and the Epang Palace ruins, and I visited them in the gentle spring rain. I felt very comfortable. When I think about it, they are all very good memories.
"It's not Xi'an, but it goes all the way to the southwest, in the deep mountains and old forests at the junction of Sichuan and Tibet. Alas, Brother Feng, this thing is simply... it's so strange that anyone who hears it will laugh and refute it, but I found
The information was handwritten by a very old rural teacher, written in neat regular script and cinnabar on bamboo slips. I have used a digital camera to take pictures of all the words..."
I was speechless, but only then did I wake up and interrupt: "What? The border between Sichuan and Tibet? Bamboo slips? Tell me more in detail, and tell me more in detail..."
Xi'an is not too close to the Sichuan-Tibet border, and the road in the middle is "as difficult as the road to Shu, it is difficult to reach the sky." I don't believe that the great Epang Palace can have wings and directly move to such a far place.
, and in Sima Qian's "Historical Records", there is no record that "Qin Shihuang built two Afang Palaces".
Su Lun cleared his throat again and spoke hoarsely for more than three minutes - "The bamboo slips were handed over by the security captain responsible for the security of the museum. The museum was stolen. In order to make up for the crime, this man named Li,
So I stole the bamboo slips and this antique from my father back home and gave them to me..."
(I couldn’t help but interrupt and ask: “What antique? What kind of antique is it?”) “An antique is...a north needle, a giant north needle. All I can say is that no matter from any angle, it is a
It is a compass with precise design. Please don't interrupt, let me continue - the bamboo slips not only describe how two farmers mistakenly entered the valley, lost their footing and fell into the "Yunkeng", and then accidentally entered the dusty underground Epang Palace.
In addition, there is also a picture... a simplified version of the world map. I have found this old teacher named Li and obtained the original version of the map. I am now looking for clues in the cultural and historical reference room in Xianyang City...
"
After saying so much in one breath, my thoughts were completely confused. I cleared my mind a little, and then asked with a chuckle: "Su Lun, there is a huge flaw in your words. Since the old rural teacher can dance with words,
He must have knowledge of ancient literature, and is naturally familiar with Du Mu's "Ode to Afang Palace". He wouldn't know that Afang Palace has been burned by Xiang Yu's army, "the Chu people burned it, and the earth was pitifully scorched"? How could he believe that there is something hidden in the mountains?
Another palace? What evidence is there, just a compass mistaken for an antique?"
If it is said that the ancient tomb of the Tubo King was discovered at the junction of Sichuan and Tibet, I still think it is credible - Epang Palace? Let's forget it! Of course, I also know that Su Lun is not a confused person who follows what others say. She can pursue the clues in depth.
is of great value.
"Brother Feng, I should have flown to Hokkaido to join you long ago. If I hadn't discovered this map... the map clearly marked the scope of the Japanese archipelago, and it was on a straight line thirty degrees west-south of the northernmost tip of Hokkaido, about
Between 200 kilometers and 300 kilometers away from the coastline, there is a ring mark. Well, Brother Feng, can a ring with a cross embedded in it be regarded as a landing site for a spacecraft? I think the current findings will