The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Shen Zhen also went on archaeological investigations with the archaeological team and saw some events that were difficult to explain scientifically. In his free time, he often went to Heyunguan to drink tea with Taoist Linfeng.

In the past few days, he learned from Wei Hongguang that the mahogany coffin was sealed and Shi Ling could open it, so he became interested in Shi Ling.

He deliberately got to know Shi Ling. People on the Internet said that she was the No. 1 physical ghost exorcist, and she would be sent in one at a time during the live broadcast.

Shen Zhen felt that this physique was very suitable for digging graves with their archaeological team. When necessary, he could also be a yin-yang diplomat and talk to the dead.

Shi Ling felt that his smile didn't look like he was taking her for archaeological research, but more like he was cutting her into slices for study.

Shen Zhen was afraid that he didn't speak clearly enough, so he directly stated his intention, "I haven't brought up a doctoral student for a long time. Are you interested in studying in the Department of Archeology of Yuncheng University? After graduating from the undergraduate program, you will be recommended as a direct student to be my direct disciple?"

At this time, an academician of the Academy of Sciences extended an invitation to Shi Ling.

Shi Ling refused coldly: "Director Shen, give up, I can't pass the exam."

Shen Zhen refused to give up: "It's okay, I can guarantee my studies in the future."

Shi Ling shook his head: "I can't guarantee it." As a scumbag who had never been admitted to college, this big shot in the archeology world actually asked her to guarantee her graduate school?
Shen Zhen said angrily: "Do you need me to explain it clearly? I can put some water on you during the interview."

Shi Ling: "Even if you let me go, I won't be able to pass the exam."

Shen Zhen: "..." This classmate is so awesome.

Ying Ci, the archeology major next to him, blushed: "Director, I can pass! I am also a student at Yuncheng University. You are the doctoral supervisor I dream of! Although my grades are not very high, I am willing to do it for you. Overcome all obstacles and rush to the first place!”

Shen Zhen glanced at him and said, "Forget it. I'm going to retire soon, so I won't take care of students anymore."

Ying Ci was filled with hatred, "It's true that drought will lead to death, and waterlogging will lead to death."

Shi Ling met his resentful eyes and said angrily: "You don't want to see a doctor anymore?"

Ying Ci suddenly became serious: "Master, what do you think we should do?"

Shi Ling: "Have you ever dreamed about Mr. Wei?"

Ying Ci wanted to shake his head, but when he looked at the zombie Wei Hongguang on the side, a black and white image played back in his mind.

At the negotiation table between the great powers, he attended together with Wei Hongguang.

Wei Hongguang was wearing the uniform of a high-ranking official. He wore a flower feather on his head like a lotus leaf to hold up the rain cover. His whip was slightly raised like a chrysanthemum branch proud of the frost. His long beard was hanging down and his face was serious.

Even though the country was weak at that time, he supported the Qing Dynasty in front of the great powers and tried to reduce losses in negotiations with the Qing Dynasty.

But although Wei Hongguang played the biggest role in this group of people, he was the main one respected.

Finally, the foreigner handed him the treaty and pen and asked him to sign.

Ying Ci looked at the black and white words on the paper, which were like a treaty of cutting flesh and bones, and felt that every word was bleeding, and the pen was as heavy as a stone.He was holding the pen, his hand was shaking, and his whole body was shaking with anger from each word.

For the first time, he deeply realized that "a weak country has no diplomacy" that was repeatedly repeated in history classes.

At this time, Wei Hongguang took the pen and signed.

He said: "The most difficult thing to sign on a traitorous treaty is your own name. If you leave it, you will be infamy for eternity. The prince is still young and the road is still long. It's better for me to do it."

But he lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled hands... He was also an old man in his sixties at the time, almost the same age as Wei Hongguang.

Wei Hongguang was taking the blame for him.He was taking the blame for the Qing royal family behind him.