The life of Emperor Minghua was extremely mysterious. There are not many records about him in history books. It is said that Emperor Minghua once ordered that historians not be allowed to record his life. This strange order puzzled many historians of later generations.
Looking at so many emperors in history, who doesn't want his fame to spread to thousands of people, but Emperor Minghua is the only one who is different.
Moreover, later generations of archaeologists have searched for the tomb of Emperor Minghua many times, hoping to gain a deeper understanding of the character of Emperor Minghua through the cultural relics inside. Unfortunately, there has been no harvest for so many years. Now, Professor Le Beiling has actually discovered
No matter what treasures there are in the mausoleum of Emperor Minghua, this news alone is enough to shock the whole world. If there is a chance, Leng Xuan hopes to participate in the archeology and get to know this mysterious emperor in history. Just as he
While thinking about it, he heard the class bell ringing in the campus. Leng Xuan glanced at the time, then turned and walked towards the assembly hall. When he walked to the door, he saw Ning Xin'er leading several police officers.
The police officer walked out of the auditorium. After the two met, Ning Xin'er glared at Leng Xuan with an unhappy expression, snorted slightly, and walked straight to the police car.
When Leng Xuan saw this, he couldn't help but wonder. Didn't the two of them have a good chat just now? Why did her expression change in the blink of an eye? Could it be that her aunt is here? It is said that girls have very violent tempers when they are on their period.
. He touched his nose, turned around and asked, "Officer Ning, has the confession been recorded?" Ning Xin'er replied coldly: "It's been recorded." Her tone was a bit cooler than in the previous chat.
Leng Xuan walked to her side in a few steps, scratched his head and said, "Officer Ning, I don't seem to have offended you, right?" Ning Xin'er stopped, stared at Leng Xuan, and said angrily: "Leng Xuan, I don't believe you so much.
You, in the end, you made me look embarrassed." Leng Xuan said blankly: "What do you mean by this? Officer Ning, can you speak more clearly? I heard it confused." Ning Xin'er snorted: "Didn't you follow me before?
Do I promise Zheng Jiahua won't know martial arts?" Leng Xuan nodded and said, "Yeah, what's the matter?"
Ning Xin'er took out a pair of handcuffs from her waist, threw them into Leng Xuan's hands, and said, "See for yourself." Leng Xuan took the handcuffs and saw that both handcuffs were bent, and there were several more on them.
He was slightly shocked. The handcuffs were made of manganese steel and were very hard. Even martial arts practitioners might not have enough strength to bend them. He raised his head, frowned slightly and said, "You
Are you going to tell me that these handcuffs were made by Zheng Jiahua?" Ning Xin'er snatched the handcuffs and said coldly: "Who else could it be? When I interrogated him just now, I listened to your words and positioned him as a
A person who doesn’t know kung fu. But he told me with facts that not only did he know kung fu, but he was also very powerful. Do you know that at that time, I almost couldn’t get off the stage?”
Leng Xuan stretched out his hand and said, "Show me those handcuffs again." Seeing his serious expression, Ning Xin'er complained casually, and then handed the handcuffs over. After Leng Xuan took the handcuffs, he inspected them carefully.
He looked at the dents and curved surfaces. Through these details, he could discover a lot of things. After a while, he handed the handcuffs back to Ning Xiner, and then began to meditate alone. Judging from the marks on the handcuffs, Zheng Jiahua used
It was purely physical strength, but he firmly believed that he was absolutely right. Zheng Jiahua had never practiced external skills at all, so it was impossible to reach that level.