At this time, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were completely unable to help, so they could only hand these paintings to Chu Yu. Chu Yu stared at the pictures above for a long time and sighed:
"I think this is not the seal script of the Qin Dynasty, and of course it is not the Khitan script that we are familiar with before!"
Wu Dazhi picked up another painting from the ground and looked at it: "Could it be from an earlier date, such as oracle bone inscriptions, or inscriptions carved on bronze vessels?"
Chu Yu held the painting in his left hand and gestured little by little with his right hand: "Look at the lines and composition of this text, it is not the style of oracle bone inscriptions at all. I don't even want to read the bronze inscriptions."
"What do you mean?" Wu Dazhi was a little confused. Oracle bone inscriptions were the earliest writing he knew. Could it be that the writing on this painting was earlier than this?
Chu Yu nodded, then shook his head:
"Actually, I can't say this. You also know that the Khitan is a very strange ethnic minority. Except for the Oroqen who are related to them, other ethnic groups have nothing to do with them, so..."
Although Chu Yu is not entirely sure, among the three people at the moment, Chu Yu is the only one who has the most research on ancient writings. When she said this, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing could only listen to this.
Unable to find any clues in the text, the three people turned their attention to the pictures themselves. These pictures were very simple, because Wu Dazhi had seen the girl princess before, so he easily recognized it. The picture above was the girl princess from before.
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These paintings can be said to be records of her daily life, or to be more precise, they are calligraphy and painting works that record the power of the girl princess.
The content of the first painting is very interesting. There are three protagonists, one is a girl princess, one looks like a fairy, graceful, and there is a woman Wu Dazhi doesn't recognize, but judging from her dress, she should be a queen.
The queen in the painting already has a big belly, holding her belly and looking like she is enjoying herself.
Everything looked so harmonious, except that the background of lightning and thunder behind the three people looked very depressing.
"Dazhi, what does this painting mean? Could it be that the princess living here is a fairy from heaven who came down to earth?!"
Zhou Zijing pointed at the painting, opened his mouth, and asked Wu Dazhi stupidly.
Wu Dazhi shook his head noncommittally and explained lightly:
"You don't have to be so surprised. There are too many such myths and stories in ancient Chinese history. If we don't talk about anything else, we can't talk about Liu Bang. Ancient books also say that his mother sleepwalked with the gods, and then there was a dragon pressing on him.
I'm pregnant..."
Zhou Zijing laughed dryly. What he disliked the most was Liu Bang. He had no other abilities except that he could deceive:
"I asked him why he was so good at deceiving him. He turned out to be the son of a dragon!"
Wu Dazhi smiled slightly and did not continue to talk to Zhou Zijing. He picked up the second painting from the ground and continued to read:
At this time, the young princess has already shown herself as an adult, just like what Wu Dazhi saw before. She is still walking on the water in this painting, but in the corners of the painting, the invisible figures of the emperor and the queen make this copy full of warmth.
The breath brings a bit of darkness.
"Oops!" Zhou Zijing slammed his head again, and said with sudden realization: "Dazhi, I finally know why that princess was arranged to live here!"
"Why?" Wu Dazhi asked casually. He didn't believe what shocking words Zhou Zijing said back at all.
"Dazhi, you always said I was stupid before, but today I found out that you are stupider than me!" Zhou Zijing deliberately kept it secret. He turned to Chu Yu's back and shouted: "Sister Chu Yu, if you think what I said makes sense in a moment,
, how about just giving me a bite?"
Chu Yu was studying the stone blocking the door. When he heard what Zhou Zijing said, he picked up a small stone weighing several kilograms from the ground and threw it towards Zhou Zijing.
Fortunately, Zhou Zijing knew that his teasing would not be successful easily, so he lay down on the ground and the stone flew past his belly.
Chu Yu glared at Zhou Zijing, who had an expression of escaping from death, and snorted coldly: "Damn fat man, if you dare to talk nonsense next time, it won't be so easy to avoid the stone!"
Wu Dazhi squatted aside and watched the farce, but in his heart he admired Chu Yu so much that he could not help but admire Chu Yu's skill just now. When she threw the flying knife, she would definitely hit it wherever she pointed.
Zhou Zijing was not angry, he sat up happily and smiled at Wu Dazhi: "That ambition, let's continue talking about ours."
Wu Dazhi nodded and signaled Zhou Zijing to continue. Zhou Zijing was so impressed that he sat cross-legged and began to speak out his thoughts one by one:
"You think, it should be a very happy thing for the royal family to have a true immortal, but this happiness is also a double-edged sword. While the old emperor is happy, is he also worried that someone will use this little princess to seize power?"
After saying that, Zhou Zijing raised his eyebrows at Wu Dazhi and smiled very obscenely:
"If the old emperor has such worries, of course he cannot let the little princess stay in the palace. The only option is to send her to live somewhere else."
Wu Dazhi nodded repeatedly. What Zhou Zijing said was correct. Immortals can be used by themselves, and of course they can also be used by their enemies. If they are used for themselves, that's fine, but if they are used by their enemies, they will be waiting to die.
"Since the old emperor was cruel enough to send the girl here, he is not afraid to be more cruel and kill her directly. Then he will never be reincarnated. Do you think this is possible?"
Zhou Zijing said, winking at Wu Dazhi mysteriously, as if what he said was what he saw with his own eyes.
Although what Zhou Zijing said was quite absurd, Wu Dazhi had to admit that it was still possible. He hated the human heart the most, and he could do anything for his own purposes.
But when Wu Dazhi thought about it, he suddenly thought of the bronze coffin from before. Could the person in it be the assassin sent by the old emperor to assassinate the little princess? After he finished the thing, he was buried here with him?
Once the thought came into his mind, Wu Dazhi felt more and more that it was real. Looking at the pictures further, there was nothing to support his conclusion.
Wu Dazhi's brows furrowed even more tightly. The mystery was getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more questions. Who was the young princess? Is the bronze coffin in the pond a human or a mermaid?
At this time, Chu Yu, who had been observing the stone at the door, came back to his senses, walked to Wu Dazhi, and picked up the last drawing board in his hand.
Her eyes were fixed on this painting for a long time, or to be more precise, her eyes were fixed on the annotation next to the picture.
The figure of the girl princess is no longer in this painting. Instead, there is a warrior wearing armor and a huge crystal coffin. There is a mirror in front of the coffin, but the mirror is very blurry, making it difficult to see.
Can't figure out what it looks like.
Wu Dazhi saw Chu Yu looking attentively, and guessed that she must have seen something, so he asked her:
"Chu Yu, could it be that you saw some signs?"
Zhou Zijing became more energetic after hearing what Wu Dazhi said, and then asked: "Sister Chu, can you see from the painting that all my speculations are true?"