Chapter 165 Seal the Old Man
Five more cars arrived, carrying seventeen or eighteen people.
The municipal archaeological institute came, and the provincial archaeological institute also came.
Tian Jie came, Hu Zheng came, and He Zhigang also came.
Lin Sicheng was focused and methodical: burning incense, burning paper money, and hanging silk.
After bowing three times and placing the incense sticks in the incense burner, Lin Sicheng looked at the excavator driver:
"Master, the tomb is five meters long and five meters wide. First, dig one and a half meters deep to expose the rammed earth, then slowly dig downwards... Note that you must expand outwards from the middle. The excavator must not go into the pit, and it must not break through the brick roof of the tomb chamber!"
"Don't worry, boss, I've been doing this for thirty years!" The veteran worker patted his chest. "If you lay a cigarette flat on the ground, I could pick it up with a grabber!"
"That's good!"
Lin Sicheng smiled and made way for him.
Zhao Xiuneng lit the firecrackers and threw them at the location where the red vertical dragon (the marker pole inserted on top of the tomb) was hung.
With a series of loud cracking sounds, the red-lacquered excavator bucket plunged downwards. Another dig revealed a pit about half a meter deep.
After digging three or four times, they dug a pit about 1.3 to 1.4 meters deep, and then expanded it outwards.
When Tian Jie came, he brought two more trucks with him, and they changed to flat-toothed buckets, which were digging away the loose soil bit by bit.
Gradually, the rammed earth was exposed, and after digging down about a meter, the vaulted tomb roof slowly emerged.
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment: Lin Sicheng said there was a tomb here, and then they dug up a tomb?
Lin Sicheng said it was five meters long and wide, but the excavated tomb chamber was only about twenty square meters in size.
The key point is the dragon staff he's holding: he says that's the core of the tomb, and once it's dug up, the top of the tomb will be the highest there.
How is it calculated, just using a compass?
Anyone who deals with cultural relics knows that feng shui is indeed useful in archaeology and even tomb raiding. But no matter how useful it is, it shouldn't be used to this extent.
Startled, Lin Sicheng stopped the excavator, took out a compass, and circled the top of the tomb twice. Then he pointed north: "Facing north, the tomb passage is nine feet long..."
"Master, to be safe, back up five meters north along the north edge of the tomb roof, then dig down. Make it two meters wide on the left and right, and one and a half meters deep, then dig shallowly..."
The operator responded and reversed the excavator.
He Zhigang, Tian Jie, and Hu Zheng walked over together.
Tian Jie glanced at it: "What kind of tomb is this? The tomb passage is so short?"
"A Yuan Dynasty earthen cave tomb with a vertical passageway at the bottom of a sloping slope!"
The name was a bit long, but everyone understood it: it basically involved digging a burial pit, building a burial chamber inside the pit, and finally constructing the tomb passage.
The tomb passage is very short and has a steep slope.
But what they didn't understand was what Lin Sicheng meant by: the Yuan Dynasty tomb?
Vaulted brick tombs like the one before us existed as early as the Song Dynasty and were used until the Republican era. So why is Lin Sicheng so certain?
But his methods of finding the tomb were too bizarre, and no one dared to utter a sound.
After digging about ten more shovelfuls, the tomb passage was still not unearthed when there was a loud "bang." The craftsman was startled and dared not move the shovel again.
A group of people followed Lin Sicheng and ran over.
It is a stone tablet, about half a meter in diameter.
Lin Sicheng put on his gloves and gently wiped away the loose dirt.
Made of bluestone, nearly square in shape, with no signs of breakage or damage. Crucially, it has inscriptions on it.
The seal script is meticulously carved, and the characters are clear. The crowd deciphered each word carefully.
The late Wu Junzhi, who was granted the title of Cheng'an Lang and Professor of Medicine of Yan'an Road by imperial decree...
After reading just one sentence, the experts all swarmed around in a flurry of activity: Epitaph?
That's not the point. The key point is: bestowed by imperial decree, Cheng'an Lang...
Huangyuan refers to the Yuan Dynasty. Cheng'anlang was a nominal medical official in the Yuan Dynasty, with a title but no real position, similar to an honorary title, but with an additional salary.
But even if it's a nominal appointment, he is still a legitimate sixth-rank official.
Suddenly, a group of people turned around sharply, their eyes like knives, stabbing straight at Lin Sicheng's face.
In particular, Captain Gao, the criminal investigation captain, and several professors who accompanied the team witnessed Lin Sicheng holding a feng shui plate in his hand, taking the steps of the Seven Stars, and muttering incantations.
Just like the Taoist priests in the movies who perform rituals, they circled around a barren wasteland where there was nothing, and then pointed: "Wealth and fortune abound, official rank reaches the sixth grade, and the tomb is complete."
Then, they actually unearthed a tomb belonging to a Yuan dynasty official of the sixth rank...
It felt to them that it had gone beyond normal understanding and crossed into the realm of metaphysics and theology.
The leaders and experts were alright; as shocked as they were, at least their way of thinking remained relatively logical.
But the way Zhao Xiuneng and his two sons looked at Lin Sicheng was like looking at a god... the kind of look one would give a god.
In this line of work, people often talk about "walking immortals," but what exactly is a "walking immortal"?
Observing stars, examining the land, assessing winds, determining water... peering into the heavens to find patterns, pointing to the earth to find dragons, just like Lin Sicheng before us.
But that was just a legend. Zhao Xiu had lived most of his life and never thought that he would actually meet a living one.
The crowd looked at each other, speechless with astonishment, while Lin Sicheng focused intently on reading the epitaph.
He read the nearly six hundred words twice, then stood up and squinted as he looked around.
"The mountains resemble a coiled dragon, and the water is like grape patterns, signifying longevity and prosperity for future generations... The feng shui here is quite good; it's probably a family cemetery, with about forty or fifty tombs, dating back to around the early Qing Dynasty... But the official fortune turned into the fortune of their descendants, and they haven't produced many officials since..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Sicheng froze, and it took him a while to come to his senses: he had gotten too engrossed and said too much…
He paused briefly, then forced a smile: "Director Tian, I'm leaving this to you... Captain Gao, Captain Ma, and the three professors, shall we continue?"
"Okay... continue..." The five people nodded in unison.
He Zhigang thought for a moment and said, "Old Gao, you stay. Director Tian and I will go with Xiao Lin!"
Hu Zheng raised his hand: "Director He, I'll stay too!"
It's no exaggeration to say that even the deputy director of the provincial archaeological institute was as curious as a cat scratching its head: Lin Sicheng said there were at least forty or fifty tombs... Is there really forty or fifty?
I absolutely have to verify this...
He Zhigang nodded: "Thank you, Director Hu!"
The three members of the Zhao family packed their things, and the others came to help. The excavator roared to life again.
The criminal investigation captain had the plainclothes armed police officers untie the straps of several helmets, and then opened the bag: "We don't have any documents from the province, but we have a notice from the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau and the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Do you want it?"
The notice was prepared in advance, stamped by the municipal bureau, and signed by the main leaders. It would take effect immediately once it was issued.
But Captain Ma never imagined that it would actually come in handy...
He slapped the leader's hard hat against his chest and snorted coldly, "Stop work immediately... Do you even know what the crime of damaging ancient tombs and cultural relics is? From now on, even touching a shovel of dirt counts..."
The helmets were completely stunned.
They watched from beginning to end. When Lin Sicheng used the compass to perform a ritual, they were still sneering, thinking that he had indeed come to cause trouble.
But don't rush. If they can't find the tomb by then, they'll definitely be in big trouble.
But then, the group of people seemed to have gone blind: they actually dug up an ancient tomb in the middle of a perfectly good wasteland.
The key question is, if the hospital's X-ray machine is brought over, and it's more than a meter deep, will it be able to see anything?
That Taoist priest... oh no, that student, just used a compass and relied on his eyes to find it?
Looking at the bluish-green tombstone, the safety helmet dared not utter a sound. He stuffed the notice into his pocket and quickly took out his phone.
Captain Ma, too lazy to bother with him anymore, turned around and chased after Lin Sicheng.
They had only gone halfway when, with a "beep," the excavator responsible for finding the tomb passage honked its horn.
Presumably another discovery, Hu Zheng and Captain Gao ran over.
Then, a group of people erupted in excitement: "It's a ancestral tablet; an ancestral hall used to be built here, so there must be quite a few tombs here..."
"Quickly count how many digits there are!"
"Thirty-two...no, there's still half left...forty-six!"
"How many?"
"Forty-six..."
With a "buzz," and then as if a mute button had been pressed, the sound suddenly disappeared.
Led by Hu Zheng, a group of people stared intently at the off-road vehicles parked by the field road.
Lin Sicheng sat in the car, silent.
He Zhigang and Tian Jie looked at each other, unsure of how to ask.
Lin Sicheng said there were quite a few tombs, forty or fifty in total. Then, not long after, a shrine stele was unearthed: exactly forty-six tombs…
Does his compass seem even more accurate than a fortune teller?
Captain Ma got into the next vehicle, and the off-road vehicle started moving.
Tian Jie suddenly realized something: "Director He, should we call Director Chen?"
"We've already dealt with it. Director Chen's point is: a sixth-rank official isn't enough influence. Although there are many tombs, they're too concentrated, and they're all private tombs... It would be best to find another one."
Lin Sicheng nodded: "Yes, let's find another one!"
The convoy continued north, and not far away, it was about 300 meters from the previous Yuan tomb.
Everyone got out of the car, and the tools were half unloaded when an SUV sped up.
The vehicle is blue and white, with the police lights on the roof standing out prominently.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Chen Peng jumped out and rushed towards Lin Sicheng like an arrow, raising his fist to punch him.
Such speed, such a grand display, yet the fist merely tickled Lin Sicheng's shoulder, barely touching it.
The man was so excited that his face was flushed, his eyes trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
After a long pause, Chen Peng finally managed to utter, "Fuck you!"
Of course, the criticism wasn't directed at Lin Sicheng.
As for who he was cursing, Chen Peng himself couldn't even count them all...
Only Chen Peng himself knows how annoyed and frustrated he has been during this period.
After a busy and chaotic month, not only had he not found any clues, but his thoughts had become completely jumbled. Towards the end, Chen Peng didn't even know where to begin his investigation.
But I dared not report it to my superiors, and I dared not make too much of a fuss. I felt full of energy, but I didn't know where to use it.
The master beats, the boss scolds, colleagues complain, and the subordinates chatter.
He'd finally made progress, narrowing the search area down to one kilometer. He'd deployed all his personnel, ready to trap them like turtles in a jar, but that son of a bitch company refused to stop work?
That's fucking awesome...
At that moment, Chen Peng felt like his heart was about to explode with anger.
It's no exaggeration to say that if Lin Sicheng hadn't made any moves today, he would have used every single one of the underhanded tricks he had been thinking of all night.
As for whether they'll be released from this situation, we'll see after they catch the person.
Even when Lin Sicheng called late last night to say that there would be basically no problems today, he was still half-believing.
I didn't sleep at all that night, holding back my bad ideas all night... and then suddenly I couldn't use them anymore?
Haha, it's better if we don't need it.
If I don't trap these bastards in this pit, I'm not surnamed Chen...
Chen Peng gave it another light tap, then grinned and said, "That's it! Lao He and I will treat you to a three-day feast!"
Lin Sicheng shook his head: "It's still early!"
We've only found one Yuan Dynasty tomb; we're still at least two or three short of finding Zhang Anshi's tomb...
As the two were talking, He Zhigang glanced at Chen Peng and asked, "Why aren't you in command at the branch office? What are you doing here?"
"With my master here..."
Chen Peng replied, then looked back, "You just finished your call saying Lin Sicheng found the Yuan Tomb, and my master's phone rang. It was probably that hammer guy you met at China Construction yesterday; he sounded pretty aggressive… My master told me to come over and keep an eye on things…"
He Zhigang's face darkened as soon as he mentioned yesterday: being scolded like a student... It's no exaggeration to say that he had never been treated like that when he was a clerk.
With a cold snort, He Zhigang followed Chen Peng's gaze and looked around: five or six cars were driving this way along the country road.
"Xiaolin, don't worry about it, just do your job!"
Lin Sicheng nodded.
In the blink of an eye, the tools were all unloaded, and the vehicles drove up in front of us.
Upon seeing the people getting out of the car, He Zhigang and Chen Peng went to greet them.
He addressed him as "Chief Engineer Wang" and extended his hand with a smile.
The man ignored them completely, glancing back and forth between He Zhigang and Chen Peng: "Who ordered the Huangzipo construction site to stop work? What right do you have?"
"Start construction immediately... And that tomb you found: stop it all now, immediately, right now!"
"What are you looking at? Can't you understand human language?"
Suddenly, He Zhigang's face turned cold.
Chen Peng scoffed, "You're quite polite, aren't you?"
The person paused for a moment, then pondered for quite a while.
Then, in a flash... no exaggeration, at over fifty years old, his face turned red from his ears to the roots of his neck in an instant.
He Zhigang was initially quite angry, but when he heard Chen Peng curse without using any swear words, he almost burst out laughing.
Translation: Someone raises them, but no one teaches them...
"You...you...you..."
The chief engineer, Mr. Wang, was so angry that he stammered and couldn't utter a coherent sentence for a long time.
Suddenly, he pointed at Lin Sicheng: "Was that the grave you were looking for...? What are you still looking for? Stop right there..."
This fool is blind. You think he's young and easy to bully?
He's even more ruthless than those police officers...
Zhao Xiuneng glanced at the man, then handed the compass to Lin Sicheng. Lin Sicheng flicked it lightly, and the compass spun rapidly.
The two pretended not to hear, each continuing their own business...
Suddenly, four or five people rushed out from behind that person, running towards them while shouting, "Stop! Are you deaf?"
It happened suddenly and quickly, without any warning. Before He Zhigang and Chen Peng could react, four or five people rushed to Zhao Xiuneng and Lin Sicheng's side.
Two men tried to snatch the pole from Zhao Xiuneng's hand, while three others rushed towards Lin Sicheng, shouting, "What kind of junk is this? Hand it over!"
Whether it was a special instruction or not, one of them immediately grabbed Lin Sicheng's neck, while the other two secretly clenched their fists.
Lin Sicheng quickly took a step back: "What are you doing? Trying to fight?"
"Hey~ What are you going to do about it?"
As if defying all superstition, the three continued to lunge forward. Just as Zhao Xiuneng's two sons were about to charge, Lin Sicheng suddenly ducked down.
Then, "thump~"
With an over-the-shoulder throw, the one who reached out and grabbed his neck fell flat on his back to the ground.
The other two were preparing to use dirty tricks; their fists had already stabbed Lin Sicheng in the waist when suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his face.
Lin Sicheng struck with his left elbow, his right elbow, his nose, and his chin, and then, "Snap!"
The movement was incredibly fast, even faster than the three who rushed at them. Two screams of "Ah!" were heard, and the two black-handed figures fell to the side, clutching their faces and screaming like pigs being slaughtered.
Lin Sicheng calmly held the compass and looked at the two brothers: "What are you standing there for? Go save your dad?"
Zhao Da and Zhao Er finally realized what was happening and quickly turned around. When they saw the footprints on Zhao Xiuneng's legs, their eyes turned red, and they clenched their fists and started punching.
The two brothers had practiced a few moves; how could those two office workers, who sat in offices all year round, be a match for them?
He was punched a few times and then squatted on the ground screaming in pain.
Everything happened so fast, in just a few dozen seconds, that He Zhigang was stunned.
Chen Peng was even more dumbfounded: How many years had he been a policeman? Could he not have seen through Lin Sicheng's moves?
Not only had he practiced, but he also struck with deadly force: that "crack" followed by that "crack" clearly indicated a broken bone.
Looking down again: the one who was thrown over the shoulder was still looking up at the sky, panting heavily, clearly not having caught his breath yet.
The two who had each taken an elbow to the head, one covering his nose and the other resting his chin on his hand, kept yelling...
It definitely broke, but it deserved it.
If you dare to use underhanded tactics, who else will he target if not you?
Captain Ma finally realized what was happening and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie. A group of young men rushed down the stairs.
There were only three people still standing, all of them quite old, and they were shocked, stunned, and furious.
Chen Peng gave a forced smile: "Gentlemen, you see, right? It was your people who obstructed our investigation and even started the fight..."
Chief Engineer Wang's face turned pale with anger, his lips trembling: "Fine...you wait...I'll call your city right now...to find your secretary and leaders..."
Chen Peng chuckled.
Before, he might have been a little scared, but Lin Sicheng had already found one, so what was he afraid of?
It is the police's duty to investigate cases.
He doesn't hesitate to come even if it's a leader from the city or the province.
After helping the beaten men to the roadside, Lin Sicheng continued.
As before: determine the direction, observe the mountain orientation, measure the facing direction, and consult the celestial bodies...
Chen Peng finally understood why those who came with Lin Sicheng earlier were so shocked:
Just like a Taoist priest performing rituals, Lin Sicheng would sometimes pull up a compass, sometimes walk in circles with square steps (measuring distance with steps), and sometimes calculate with his fingers (calculating the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Eight Trigrams and the Five Elements).
It's no exaggeration to say that Lin Sicheng was only missing a yellow apricot robe to be a Taoist priest.
After about ten minutes, Lin Sicheng took the probe and pointed it downwards: "Tadokoro, radar!"
Tian Jie was watching intently, thinking that he had already witnessed Lin Sicheng's ability to assess the feng shui of the tomb. He was now ready to see how Lin would use the method of digging up the tomb to determine the center of the tomb (the center of the tomb chamber) and the location of the gold well (the best location for the tomb robber's hole).
But suddenly, Lin Sicheng asked him to prepare a radar?
Is there a large tomb?
It must be a large tomb, buried too deep for probes to be inserted, which is why Lin Sicheng used ground-penetrating radar...
Tian Jie was stunned for a moment, then jumped out of the car: "Surveying, moving equipment... mapping, drawing... recording, filming..."
He kept making arrangements, then rushed over and stood next to Lin Sicheng: "Is there a large tomb?"
Lin Sicheng nodded: "A large tomb!"
What dynasty?
"It should be Ming!"
"Several (burial chambers)!"
"It's hard to say!"
Tian Jie persisted: "You told Director He yesterday that there was a royal tomb?"
Does the boss really speak fast?
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment, then said, "Eight or nine rooms, maybe!"
Tian Jie clapped his hands: The Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty.
According to the Ming Dynasty system, a prince's burial ground was 50 mu (a unit of land measurement) and consisted of 15 rooms (including the tomb chamber and burial pits).
The prince's tomb covers thirty acres and has nine rooms...
If he had been skeptical before, after witnessing Lin Sicheng's almost mystical methods, Tian Jie was already 70-80% convinced: if Lin Sicheng said there was a prince's tomb, then there was a very high chance that there was a prince's tomb...
He nodded emphatically: "Detect with all four radars simultaneously!"
The team member responded, and several instruments resembling carts were unloaded from the vehicle:
This thing is not difficult to operate. To put it simply: when electromagnetic waves propagate underground, they encounter differences in dielectric constant, and an image is formed after calculation using a formula.
It can visually demonstrate underground structures: whether they are hollow or solid, soil or rock, cavities or tombs.
Once it becomes widespread in a few years, this device will be used to find faults in urban pipelines; it can even locate holes as small as pinholes...
The staff worked quickly and efficiently, starting the search from two directions.
Not long after, one of them raised his hand: "Tadokoro, there's a grave wall!"
Tian Jie's spirits lifted, and he was about to walk over when a voice exclaimed from the other side: "Tian Suo, I think there's a tomb chamber over here?"
After a moment of hesitation, Tian Jie shouted, "Report the data!"
Looking at the tomb, the team members said, "It should have two chambers: the front chamber is about three meters long and four meters wide, and the back chamber is about two meters long and three meters wide..."
"The size is wrong, this is a side room... Explore again!"
"Tadokoro, there's one here too..."
"I have some too..."
In an instant, the four team members spoke one after another, their reports coming incessantly.
He Zhigang slowly clenched his fist, while Chen Peng anxiously spun around in circles...
Then, one room, two rooms... seven rooms, eight rooms... finally measuring down to Lin Sicheng's feet.
Tian Jie looked at the screen tomb and narrowed his eyes: it was shaped like the Chinese character "工" (gong), eight meters from east to west and twenty-four meters from north to south, definitely the main tomb.
The problem is, there are so many holes...
It was stolen?
The top of the tomb was dug up like a sieve; it must have been robbed.
Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: "Director He, let's remove the soil layers and dig out the top of the tomb first..."
He Zhigang didn't hesitate: "Okay, uncover the soil!"
Under normal circumstances, the excavation would be done layer by layer (dividing the excavation into a grid and slowly digging downwards, using a brush to smooth the surface), but this is not the normal situation...
Lin Sicheng waved his hand, and the same old master craftsman said, "Two meters and eighty centimeters deep, lower the shovel... In the field, have the senior apprentices sift the soil..."
Tian Jie nodded and quickly made the arrangements.
The main burial chamber had been dug into more than a dozen times, some slanted, some solid. Lin Sicheng was afraid that there might be artifacts hidden in the soil that had been stolen but hadn't had time to take away...
With a loud "boom," the excavator started digging, and the team members each performed their duties: some rubbed the mud, some shoveled the soil, and some set up the sieve.
Sure enough, after digging only a few buckets, with a "rolling" sound, a piece of porcelain rolled off the sieve and fell into the soft soil below.
Lin Sicheng picked it up and wiped off the wet mud.
Zhao Xiuneng was standing to the side, and after a casual glance, his eyes widened in astonishment:
It resembles the bottom of a small porcelain bowl, with the inscription in regular script: "Made in the Chenghua period of the Great Ming Dynasty" in vertical lines.
Looking at the foot rim, the porcelain body is delicate and white, with shards as thin as wings. The broken edges are flesh-colored... This is typical Jingdezhen Macang clay porcelain body.
Looking at the glaze, it is rich and smooth like solidified fat, with a slight bluish tint, like a baby's skin.
Looking at the glaze again... even though most of the glaze had been corroded away, Zhao Xiuneng still only needed one glance: if this wasn't Chenghua Doucai, he would have chewed it up and eaten it.
Lin Sicheng sighed and handed it over: "Chenghua Doucai!"
He Zhigang was startled and quickly took it from his hand.
Chen Peng immediately gripped the walkie-talkie, holding back his words: "No rush, a few more minutes won't make a difference. Let's wait until we've dug out the top of the tomb."
Just as I was thinking about it, another piece came out. This one was slightly less desirable, a piece of iron-red glaze (monochrome porcelain). But it was quite large, about the size of a palm, and clearly belonged to the piece from the waist of the large jar.
A little later, another piece of blue and white porcelain...
With only two shovels, shoveling was too slow and unsafe. Several experts squatted beside the mud pile and simply put on gloves and dug with their hands.
Lin Sicheng's legs ached from standing, so he squatted down.
But after digging a few times, I hurt my finger.
It felt like I touched a piece of metal?
He paused for a moment, then reached into the mud, pinched the corner of the object, and pulled it out.
It was about the size of a book page, covered in mud, but you could tell from the exposed parts that it was a piece of gilded silver.
You can also see words on it, and there seem to be quite a few.
It's badly corroded, and some of the writing is illegible, but most of the content is still legible.
After glancing at it twice, Lin Sicheng's heart skipped a beat. Without even looking for a towel, he raised his sleeve and wiped his face.
Suddenly, the vigorous and elegant regular script characters came into view:
"On the 25th day of the 10th month of the Gengzi year of the Tianshun reign (1640), the Emperor decreed: 'I believe that the system established by the Taizu Emperor Gaozu, which required that the conferment of titles upon princes must include the consort of the prince, was to emphasize the principles of human relations. This is a universal principle throughout history...'"
My younger brother, the Prince of Xingping (a fifth-generation descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang and a fourth-generation descendant of Zhu Shuang, the Prince of Qin, the second son of Zhu Yuanzhang), has come of age. You, Lady Wu, are the daughter of Wu Wen, the deputy commander of the Southern City Army. Therefore, I hereby bestow upon you a golden edict to establish you as the Princess Consort of Xingping…
He read it once, and then read it again... Lin Sicheng's brows furrowed more and more: Tianshun was the reign title of Emperor Zhu Qizhen after his second ascension to the throne. The Prince of Xingping who was enfeoffed at that time was none other than Zhu Gongshuo, the Prince of Anxi (posthumous title) of the Ming Dynasty.
The tomb is located in Sifujing, not far from here, only seven or eight kilometers away. However, it was robbed during the Qing Dynasty. When the land was reclaimed in the 1950s, the tomb pit was dug out, and only an epitaph remained.
But here, another one suddenly appears. If this is the real tomb, wouldn't that mean there are three princely tombs in this area?
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiuneng, Zhao Da, Zhao Er, He Zhigang, and Tian Jie all surrounded Lin Sicheng. They all had the same movements and the same expressions: craning their necks, staring wide-eyed, their pupils growing brighter and brighter.
Anyone who can read knows what this means...
Chen Peng was blocked outside and jumped up and down in a panic: "What is that... Lin Sicheng, what is that!"
Lin Sicheng let out a long sigh: "The silver edict bestowed by the Zhengtong Emperor upon Zhu Yuanzhang's fifth-generation descendant, Zhu Gongshuo, the fourth Prince of Xingping of the Ming Dynasty, and his wife, Lady Wu..."
Chen Peng was stunned, and after a long while, asked, "What book?"
"The Silver Register for the Consort of the Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty..."
Haha~ Haha~
Suddenly, Chen Peng laughed twice, almost hysterically.
The silver book has already been dug out, what are we waiting for at the top of the tomb?
He gripped the walkie-talkie tightly: "Seal it for me..."
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