The Xiang family's palace was completely destroyed in the war three hundred years ago. Not only did the mysterious invaders trample on this land, but also the looters from the North Continent and other places also destroyed the remaining antiques. Cultural relics were robbed.
Fengyuan City is riddled with holes, and the ground is full of traces of burning and excavation.
Under such circumstances, it is incredible that the body of Princess Jing'an can still be preserved.
"It's the body of Princess Jing'an, Mr. Mo!" The Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau became more and more excited as he spoke, "Miss Ye said that there is one under the Jing'an Palace, and there really is. She is indeed our timely help!"
Mr. Mo's pupils shrank suddenly. He stood up suddenly and raised his voice: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"
"It's absolutely true, Mr. Mo." The director of the Cultural Relics Bureau said firmly, "Well, if you hadn't called me back in a hurry, I would have waited for the archaeological team to complete the restoration of Princess Jing'an's body before coming back."
Mr. Mo's expression went blank for a moment, and his brain stopped spinning.
He has been engaged in archeology for many, many years, and naturally has very strong judgment and a set of logical judgment methods.
Based on what the group of invaders did to the Xiang royal family at that time, it was impossible for Princess Jing'an's body to be found under Jing'an Palace.
All of this was beyond Mr. Mo's knowledge.
"Mr. Mo, if you have nothing else to do, I will go back to Fengyuan." The director of the Cultural Relics Bureau stood up in a hurry, "The restoration of Princess Jing'an's body is an important matter, so I have to be absent. I'm afraid that Old Xue will encounter something that will make him His heart can't bear the excitement."
"Wait!" Mr. Mo hurriedly called the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau. He hesitated, "I... I'll go with you."
The director of the Cultural Relics Bureau was a little surprised: "Mr. Mo?"
"Alas - before, I was too messy." Mr. Mo shook his head, his expression became much older in an instant, and his voice also lowered, "I'm going to apologize to this child."
Hearing these words, the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau was even more surprised.
"Okay, don't look at me like that." Mr. Mo turned away and said in a somewhat unnatural tone, "Although I am an old antique and stubborn in my opinions, I will correct my mistakes when I know they are wrong. You are right, in this world, It’s still up to the young people.”
It's time for these old guys to delegate their power.
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The news that Princess Jing'an's body was unearthed has spread across all major social media platforms in an instant.
Even at this time, there are articles on hot searches condemning Ye Turning the Tide.
【? ? ? 】
[No, really? How did Ye Banglan know? ! I don’t believe that the ancients entrusted me with dreams, so why did they entrust them only to her and not to me? 】
[Maybe it’s because I know you don’t have the ability to compete with the Archaeological Center of the Cultural Relics Bureau. 】
[I always feel that Ye Turnan is very mysterious. She is like a person who knows the past and the future, and then finds a way to make things that no one knows known to everyone again. 】
[I deeply suspect that Ye Turning the Waves came from ancient times! She even witnessed the battle of armies with her own eyes! 】
[Are you exaggerating her a little too much? I think everything is just a coincidence. Did you wear it from ancient times? Why not just say she is Princess Yongning? 】
……
Debate continues online, while archaeological teams are working overtime to repair Princess Jing'an's remains.
When the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau and Mr. Mo rushed back to Fengyuan City, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening local time.
Jing'an Palace was still brightly lit, and it was obvious that repairing Princess Jing'an's body was not an easy task.
To this end, the Cultural Relics Bureau sent a team of people to assist.
"Mr. Mo?" Professor Xue stood up in a hurry when he saw the old man, "Why are you here too?"
Mr. Mo did not answer this question, but asked: "Where is that little girl Ye?"
"Mr. Mo, this time it was because we were able to turn the tide that we were able to successfully find the body of Princess Jing'an!" Professor Xue became anxious, "Thousands of mistakes were made, and they were all my fault. If you want to hold me accountable, Just hold me accountable!”
"I'm not here to hold people accountable." Mr. Mo was a little helpless, "I'm here to apologize to this little girl Ye. I did something wrong in the beginning, and it caused such a big controversy on the Internet. I deserve a good apology.”
Professor Xue was shocked and stared at the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau.
"Mr. Mo, Xiaowan is still resting." Yan Tingfeng stepped forward, "If you want to find her, you still need to wait for her to wake up, so why not go and rest first."
"No need." Mr. Mo waved his hand, "I'll wait here."
Several people sat down and stared closely at the movements of the archaeological team.
"Princess Jingan is middle-aged, but she still mounts a gun and mounts a horse to defend China." Professor Xue couldn't help but sigh, "She is really a hero among women and a role model for our generation." Mr. Mo agreed very much: "Princess Jingan is a great person. During the Zhaozong period, he was also an extremely shining figure."
Yan Tingfeng lowered his eyelashes and did not interrupt.
He remembered what happened a long time ago. In fact, he and Princess Jing'an had met several times, and he did admire this elder.
Now that Princess Jing'an's body can be restored, he is also happy from the bottom of his heart.
Just...
Yan Tingfeng raised his hand and slowly pressed his temples. He also had a lot of doubts in his heart.
Turning the tide at night... How were you sure that the body of Princess Jing'an was under the Jing'an Palace?
Of course, he has also seen the comments on the Internet. Some of them are reasonable, but many of them are nonsense.
It seemed that he was going to Rong's house again.
"Professor Xue."
At this time, a voice sounded.
Everyone looked back.
Ye Banlan put on a coat and walked over: "I... Her Royal Highness Princess Jing'an's body, how far has it been repaired?"
"Turn the tide?" Professor Xue was stunned and blurted out, "Why don't you rest more?"
"I'm really worried." Ye Wanlan smiled, "Now that I'm awake, I'll come over and have a look."
"The director and Mr. Mo have brought new people here." Professor Xue said with a serious expression, "It is expected that the body will be repaired in another two hours. Otherwise, you can go and rest for a while, and I will call you again."< br>
Ye Banglan shook his head slightly: "I'll just wait here."
On the side, where others could not see, Hua Yingyue stood quietly beside Xiang Mingyu.
Mr. Mo hesitated for a moment and then slowly stepped forward: "Miss Ye, this matter today is really my fault."
"You are Mr. Mo, right?" Ye Banlan tilted his head and said very politely, "I can understand your mood. After all, you don't know me, so it is normal for you to have misunderstandings and prejudices against me."
This sentence shocked Mr. Mo.
At his age, he is old enough to be the great grandfather who can turn the tide at night.
But his state of mind was not as clear as that of a girl under twenty years old.
The girl is sitting here, calm, majestic, and mature beyond her age.
Mr. Mo let out a long breath: "Today, Miss Ye taught me a good lesson. I am very grateful. This apology must be made."
At this moment, he even thought that Ye Banlan was more suitable for the position of Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau.
"Sneeze!" The director of the Cultural Relics Bureau sneezed suddenly. He tightened his clothes and muttered, "Who is scolding me..."
Ye Banglan closed her eyes and waited quietly.
Time passed by minute by second, and the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" in my ears was endless
Finally——
"Okay! It's fixed!"
Ye Banglan opened her eyes at this shout of surprise, and the first thing she looked at was the direction where Xiang Mingyu and Hua Yingyue were.
Hua Yingyue's expression was indescribably excited: "Auntie, do you feel any difference?"
Xiang Mingyu held her head, obviously suffering from great pain, and her body began to tremble violently again.
Countless memories rushed towards her brain, and countless pictures flashed before her eyes.
After the pain subsided, Xiang Mingyu shook his head gently, his eyes changed from confused to determined and high-spirited!
She remembered, all of it.
She is Princess Jing'an of the Daning Dynasty, Xiang Mingyu. (End of chapter)