Chapter 227 Ancestral Law
Baoding City, Hebei University, Song History Research Center.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a strange noise was heard in the quiet library. A student who was reading against a bookshelf suddenly fell to the ground, which immediately attracted the attention of countless students.
"Classmate, classmate, what's wrong with you?"
"Someone fainted, call 120!"
"Spread out, everyone, spread out a little, keep the air circulating. I'm from the medical school, I know first aid." Bai Jianjia evacuated the people who gathered around while raising the head of the unconscious student.
He had short, flaxen hair that smelled of sunshine, a high, straight nose, and sharp, angular lips. What a handsome guy! But his face was pale and lifeless, with a faint purple hue.
"Isn't that Chen Ge? Why is he in the library?"
"Is he Chen Ge? The top student who graduated from Peking University and came to Henan University for graduate studies?"
"Yes, four academic years, 72 courses, 49 of which were full marks, with an average score of 96.41 and a GPA of 3.68. My overall score ranked first among 275 students in the History Department of Peking University. During my university years, I published five academic papers, three of which were in SCI core journals with an impact factor of 3.55. I also participated in the annotation of the Zhizheng Jinling County Chronicle and the Yellow River Hydrological Chronicle..."
"They're obviously after the reputation of our Song History Research Center. Master Qi, Master Wang, and Master Zeng are awesome!"
"That's superficial, I'm just going home."
…
"Chen Ge?"
The librarian, who had been jogging over, heard the discussions around him and felt a wave of despair in his heart: "The dean has repeatedly warned us not to allow this grandson of his into the library! And this little bastard chose to come while I was on duty and even fainted. This is killing me..."
After a period of chaos, Chen Ge was carried on a stretcher by the medical staff who arrived and sent to the nearest hospital.
Bai Jianjia picked up the book on the ground, a look of surprise on her face. She carefully wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and then put it back on the bookshelf. On the side, there was black text on a white background saying "Laws of Ancestors".
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The sunshine in early May was bright and clear, bringing warmth and a cheerful mood. However, those visiting the cemetery to pay their respects to the deceased were not in a good mood at all.
Bai Jianjia looked at the luxurious tomb, her pretty and charming face showing a hint of melancholy and depression.
"I heard that how much knowledge a person can acquire and how many books they can read are predetermined by fate. When they have learned enough, it is time to leave. Xiang Tuo became Confucius's teacher at the age of seven and died at the age of eight; Gan Luo became prime minister at the age of twelve and died at the age of thirteen..."
Bai Jianjia took out the book "The Law of the Ancestors" from her schoolbag, placed it in the brazier, and whispered to herself, "Senior Chen, this is your favorite book. I brought it to you. I hope there is no illness in heaven. Take care on your journey."
"What did you burn? This isn't the exclusive sacrificial item sold in our cemetery. You'll be fined fifty yuan."
Bai Jianjia was startled by the sudden sound behind her. She turned around and saw an old man wearing a red armband arrogantly handing her a ticket.
Bai Jianjia: ...
In the brazier, the "Law of Ancestors", which had been mostly burned, emitted a soft green glow, completely violating the scientific principle that light travels in a straight line. It turned a corner, bypassed the old man, enveloped Bai Jianjia and the grave, and disappeared out of thin air.
The old man sat down on the ground, looking at the big pit in front of him, his face pale, and muttered: "Ancestors bless me, ancestors bless me, it's none of my business, I just want to buy two bottles of wine..."
"In the fourth year of Zhiping, on the day of Xinmao in the second month, the moon covered Xuanyuan, and stars fell like rain in the night, destroying two houses and injuring one person."
——"Book of Song, Astronomy, Volume 13"
The Imperial City of the Great Song Dynasty, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory.
Lingtai Lang casually wrote a sentence in the book and went to do other things.
Although meteorites are rare, they do occur every few years. Moreover, most of the meteor showers last night burned up in the sky. Apart from a minor injury to an unlucky son of a fallen noble, no serious consequences were caused.
As a Lingtai Lang, he only needed to make a simple record of last night's celestial phenomena in the bamboo book. As for the unlucky guy who almost died under the meteorite, he didn't even have the qualifications to leave his name in the history books.
Not far from the Imperial Observatory, in a mansion, several servants were carefully moving some bricks, stones and broken wood outside the mansion.
Last night, a meteorite fell from the sky and landed in the mansion. It not only collapsed a house, but also injured the young master, who has been in a coma ever since.
At this moment, on a soft couch in a room in the backyard of the mansion, the eyelashes of a handsome young man trembled.
Chen Ge vaguely remembered that he had made an appointment with the girl he met in the Jiayou Tea Party history QQ group three days ago to discuss Teacher Deng's "The Law of Ancestors" in the library.
Chen Ge was very surprised that a junior schoolmate from the medical school could actually talk about the political ecology of the early Northern Song Dynasty so clearly and logically. Moreover, her voice was so pleasant, as beautiful as a book blogger's, which was intoxicating.
Maybe, this is love!
Chen Ge was so excited that he forgot to take his medicine when he went out, and even threw the doctor's advice to the wind. He had a congenital heart disease and could not go to crowded and poorly ventilated places.
It was Saturday, and the library was incredibly crowded, with not a single empty seat. The appointment was for 4 p.m., and Chen Ge found a bookshelf to lean against, reading "The Law of the Ancestors" while waiting for his schoolmate to arrive.
"Bang! Bang! Bang, Bang, Bang!"
Soon, Chen Ge paid the price for his impulsiveness. His heart was beating violently, and opening his mouth wide to breathe hard was of no use. The strong feeling of suffocation made his mind blank.
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