From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 857

His slender fingers stuck to the vicissitudes of the stone gate, and slowly walked along the blurred patterns. The man found a familiar position and pressed it hard. It opened slowly.

The damp smell rushed over, Feng Junran held his breath, and walked in slowly.

In Nuo Da's stone room, there are two coffins inside, one is the coffin he left for himself, and the other contains his beloved woman.

"take away."

Following an order, several bodyguards rushed in, and five or six muscular, strong men could barely lift the coffin. Everyone gritted their teeth and lifted the coffin tremblingly.

Feng Junran took a last look at the empty stone room, and his thoughts seemed to travel back thousands of years to the distant ancient times, to the moment when he personally buried the woman.

"Little..."

The soft murmur disappeared in the depths of the dark corridor, like a sigh, and like a whine, but the man finally turned around and left without saying a word.

Early the next morning, Feng Junran came to say goodbye to everyone.

"There are still some things in Beijing that I have to go back to deal with."

A faint sentence was regarded as a greeting. The man waved his hand and turned to leave. The bodyguards were still tightly guarding his surroundings. The rest of the excavators stared blankly at the man's back.

The women all thought he was handsome. He was more careful than anyone else when excavating this ancient tomb, and he didn't feel dirty or tired. He even did it himself in the end, groping slowly in the potholes full of water, which made him He gained a lot of goodwill.

The men all felt that this man was very mysterious. Although he was a layman, he seemed to know the structure of this ancient tomb very well. It was also with his help that the ancient tomb was excavated so quickly. It was only a waste of time when he finally reached the stone gate of the main tomb. Just a moment.

"Professor, now that Professor Feng is gone, what should Shimen do?" Someone couldn't help asking.

The old professor wearing presbyopic glasses then looked away, thought for a while and said: "Go and see again, the door must be opened no matter what, and the cultural relics must not be damaged."

So everyone brought good things to the tomb again, and finally found the mechanism after three days and opened the tomb that had troubled them for many days. However, when everyone went in, everyone was dumbfounded.

Generally, the tombs of husband and wife have two coffins, placed according to the positions of men on the left and women on the right. However, there is only one coffin in the main tomb, and there are obvious traces of placing the coffin next to it, but the coffin has disappeared without a trace.

The old professor looked around the main tomb for a long time, and when he opened the man's coffin, everyone was deeply shocked again.

The coffin is empty inside!
No corpses!

Even the most courageous people couldn't help their hearts pounding with fright, and they even faintly felt a cool breeze coming from behind.

"Teach, teach..."

Someone couldn't help calling out.

The old professor frowned. This tomb is really strange. He squatted down and took a closer look. After a long while, he said, "This coffin was taken away during this period."

It's okay if you don't say it, but it's even more scary if you say it. They have been guarding here for a long time, and no one has ever entered. Who can take away such a heavy coffin?

Someone couldn't help screaming, and the old professor had to allocate people. Some people went out to report to their superiors first, and some people continued to dig.

However, until the end, everyone was unable to find out who the owner of the tomb was, because there was no record in the historical materials, and the carbon detection was at the end, the time was still that time, but there was no such person in history.

mischief?Wouldn't it be a waste of manpower, material and financial resources for the ancients to make such a joke?

The old professor fell into deep thought, and because the ancient tomb excavated this time was too strange, the imperial tomb was officially closed. It was neither recorded in the archaeological records nor remembered, but was sealed in various waste books and periodicals. Among them, it has become a memory that people have forgotten.

After Feng Junran returned to Beijing that day, he went to the company for a meeting. On the roof of the building, the man stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the place where the first-class man had been guarding. In ancient times, this place was called Yanjing. It is located in the sixteen prefectures of Youyun, and now it is called Beijing, the capital of China.

When secretary Chen Yun opened the door and walked in, she saw their president standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. His slender body was especially suitable for suits. Even the suits bought in the store seemed to be tailor-made for him. The trousers are straight and spotless, not even a single extra fold can be seen. The Italian handmade leather boots are simple and beautiful, which further accentuates the elegant temperament of this man. The suit vest outlines his strong waist more clearly, snow-white The shirt was spotless, and the satin-like black hair made women feel inferior. Every time Chen Yun saw this short hair, she subconsciously felt that she should keep it, because it was really a pity to keep it short.

"President, Manager Wang is here."

Hearing that the man in front of the French windows glanced sideways at her, his slender eyes were as black as ink, even in this bustling and flashy imperial capital, it was as silent as ice, which made people feel inexplicably at ease.

"Call him in."

Chen Yun answered yes, put the document on the conference table, turned and left.

Wang Chong squeezed into the meeting room, wiping his sweat. There was nothing he could do, he was too fat.

Looking up, BOSS is still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with an indifferent face quietly overlooking this luxurious and beautiful imperial capital.

I don't know why, every time he sees the BOSS, he almost uses this posture to observe the city. Those dark eyes that can make women crazy trace the outline of the city without any expression. The buildings with ups and downs are straight and wide. The streets of the city, depicting the Forbidden City in the distance, day after day, it seems that you will never get tired of it.

"Boss, don't you ever get tired of watching it?" Wang Chong sat down while wiping his sweat, reached out to open his laptop, and said, "The Yankees finally let go and promised to add another [-]%, but They asked us to be fully responsible for the early publicity in the Chinese market."

"Yes, but I need Mr. Jones to come to the publicity venue in person."

Seeing the BOSS being so happy, Wang Chong felt a little unbelievable. The boss has never been someone who can let others take advantage of it so happily. Could it be that a hole has been dug here to wait for these Yankees to jump?
No matter how he thought it was possible, he couldn't help but excitedly said: "Boss, how are you going to blackmail them this time?"

Feng Junran glanced at him indifferently, and said quietly: "I got a coffin out of the ancient tomb."

"Huh?" The topic changed too quickly, and his brain circuit froze a bit.

"Look at the face inside and go to the Wisteria Flower Orphanage to find someone."

"..."

Are there dead people inside the coffin?Looking for the living according to the face of the dead?Then we must find out the ghost? ! !

Be a good boy, this baby was scared to death...

(End of this chapter)