Chen Zhen also went on archaeological expeditions with the team and witnessed some events that were difficult to explain scientifically. In his free time, he often went to Heyun Temple to drink tea with Taoist Priest Linfeng.
These days, he learned from Wei Hongguang that the mahogany coffin was sealed, and Shi Ling was able to open it, so he became interested in Shi Ling.
He made a point of learning more about Shi Ling. People on the Internet said that she was the best at physical exorcism, and she could send one ghost in during a live broadcast.
Chen Zhen felt that this physique was perfect for digging graves with their archaeological team. When necessary, he could also act as a Yin-Yang diplomat and communicate with the dead.
Shi Ling felt that his smile did not seem like he wanted to take her to do archaeological research, but rather like he wanted to slice her up for research.
Chen Zhen, worried that he hadn't explained himself clearly enough, laid it bare. "I haven't supervised a doctoral student in a while. Are you interested in studying at the Archaeology Department of Yuncheng University? Upon graduation, you could be directly recommended for a doctoral program and become my personal disciple."
At this time, an academician of the Academy of Sciences invited Shi Ling.
Shi Ling refused indifferently: "Director Shen, give up, I won't be able to pass the exam."
Chen Zhen didn't give up: "It's okay, I can still get into graduate school later."
Shi Ling shook her head: "No." As a poor student who couldn't even get into university, this big shot in the archaeology world actually let her continue her studies?
Chen Zhen said unhappily, "Do I need to explain it so clearly? I can give you some slack during the interview."
Shi Ling: "Even if you let me go to sea, I won't pass the exam."
Chen Zhen: "..." How bad must this classmate be?
Ying Ci, who was studying archaeology nearby, blushed. "Professor, I can get in! I'm also a student at Yuncheng University. You're the doctoral advisor I've always dreamed of! My GPA isn't very high, but I'm willing to fight my way through all the obstacles for you and get to the top!"
Chen Zhen glanced at him and said, "Forget it. I'm about to retire, so I won't take students anymore."
Ying Ci was filled with hatred, "It's really like drought kills drought, and flood kills flood."
Shi Ling met his resentful eyes and said unhappily, "Are you still going to see a doctor?"
Ying Ci suddenly became serious: "Master, what do you say we should do?"
Shi Ling: "Have you ever dreamed of Lord Wei?"
Ying Ci wanted to shake his head, but when he looked at the zombie Wei Hongguang beside him, a black and white image replayed in his mind.
He attended the negotiation table of the great powers together with Wei Hongguang.
Wei Hongguang was wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. The flowered feather on his head looked like a lotus leaf holding up a rain cover. His whip was slightly tilted like a withered chrysanthemum blooming proudly on a frosted branch. His long beard hung down and his face was serious.
Even though the country was weak at that time, he held up the collapsing building in the face of the great powers and negotiated for the Qing Dynasty to reduce its losses.
But although Wei Hongguang played the biggest role in this group, he was the leader.
Finally, the foreigners handed him the treaty and pen and asked him to sign.
Ying Ci looked at the black and white words on the paper, each one as painful as cutting flesh and bone. He felt that every word was like tears in his eyes, and the pen seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. His hand was shaking as he held the pen, his whole body trembling with anger at the words he read.
For the first time, he deeply understood the saying repeated in history class: "A weak country has no diplomacy."
At this time, Wei Hongguang took the pen and signed.
He said, "The hardest thing to sign on a traitorous treaty is your own name. Leaving it behind will bring eternal infamy. Your Highness is still young and has a long way to go. Let me do it."
But he lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled hands... He was also a sixty-year-old man at the time, almost the same age as Wei Hongguang.
Wei Hongguang was taking the blame for him and for the Qing imperial family behind him.
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