Chapter 626

Yan Changgui was not sure. He didn't want to let go of every detail. What did he ignore.

Is there a picture missing?

This problem has always been intertwined in his mind. He doesn't remember how he came back to modern times. He can't distinguish between dream and reality.

Yan Changgui put down the picture in his hand, got up, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a few cans of beer.

Now drinking has become a habit of him. Only when he is drunk and dizzy can he put down some thoughts of her.

After drinking some wine, he picked up the paintings and looked at them carefully. Each painting is familiar and strange. After thousands of years, these paintings are still as new as before.

What happened a thousand years ago.

The next day.

Yan Chang went back to the library and found all kinds of unofficial history books of the Zhou Dynasty.

In three days, he read dozens of unofficial history books of the Zhou Dynasty.

The historical records did not say that Zhou Wude, the emperor of the great Zhou Dynasty, was wearing a green hat, and some irrelevant concubines were not even recorded in the historical records.

On the contrary, there was a rumor in unofficial history that the whole women in the harem wore green hats to the emperor, but he didn't know it.

Yan Chang closed the book, rubbed his forehead, went to the bookcase and drew out a wild history book.

When he saw the word "immortal", his eyes coagulated slightly, and a sharp pain came from his brain.

Perhaps, because he returned to modern times, history has also returned to the right track, so the memory is unstable and even slowly disappearing.

It is recorded in the book that the painting immortal killed into the palace with a sword and took away the body of the imperial concubine.

Several pictures flashed in his head. He left the palace with yunnishang in his arms, and then drove her back to Chongyang in a carriage.

Yan Changgui covers his painful heart and continues to recall.

The real beauty picture was handed over to the Yan family. He rushed to the snow mountain with his body.

The corpse will decay, and the ancient tomb will not be built so soon

Yan Changgui's eyes were red. In his memory, he saw that he cremated the body of yunnishang, and then packed the ashes.

"Are you all right, sir?" asked the librarian.

The wild geese gathered up their tyrannical mood and said, "I'm fine."

With that, he suddenly stood up and walked out quickly.

That afternoon, Yan Changgui rushed to the ancient tomb with meimeitu. Despite the bad weather, he asked the plane to take him into the mountain. He stepped into the ancient tomb alone. This time, the feeling is no longer strange, but familiar.

Because he supervised the workers here.

Entering the ancient tomb, Yan Changgui saw the untouched coffin and walked over to touch it gently.

He glanced up and took out the pictures from his bag. One picture was hung back by him. Finally, he took out the beauty picture and hung it where there was no picture.

"Boom -" the sound of the Stone moving sounded.

Yan Changgui turned and watched the coffin change. The mechanism moved inch by inch. The last round stone protruded and exposed a round urn.

He walked slowly over, picked up the urn and whispered, "nishang, I'll take you home."

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Yanchanggui returned to Kyoto with the urn, closed the painting Museum and lived in the old house.

He found a piece of plain rice paper from the relics of painting immortals, and then shut himself in his room.

After drinking a little wine, he took out the prepared pen and ink, put it on the table, cut his finger and put the blood into the ink.

Day and night, he stayed in his room and drew a new picture of beauty.