Mushroom House: The Zhonglie family was exposed by their daughter!

Accompanied by the fantasies of the crowd.

The scene and the live broadcast room suddenly fell silent.

Even Yang Nan.

She also frowned slightly, carefully observing these armors that she had never paid attention to before.

When I first came here.

She also took the initiative to ask Yang Xiu about the origin of these armors and weapons.

But Yang Xiu just touched her hair and whispered to tell her when she grew up a little more.

But now through these people.

These armors and weapons seem to be far from being as simple as you think.

Just when Yang Nan pouted.

I guessed in my heart how old I needed to grow before Yang Xiu would tell her.

Zifeng pursed his lips and asked Zhongshan in his phone.

"Zhong... Mr. Zhong..."

"Can you tell who used to wear these armors?"

“......"

But when that's all it takes.

Zifeng regretted it in his heart.

Such a stupid question....

How the hell did you open your mouth....

If you can take a look at these armors, you can tell who used them during their lifetime.

Then the archaeological industry in China will not be struggling from time to time.

Really.

After hearing Zifeng's question.

Zhongshan was slightly stunned.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Little girl, how can I take a look at these antiquities and know who has used them before..."

"You're overestimating me, old man. "

Hear Nakayama's answer.

Zifeng whispered slightly apologetically, "Thank you..."

But although everyone had expected Nakayama's answer in their hearts.

But they couldn't help but look disappointed.

After all, it's in their hearts at this time.

The entire Yang family was like being covered with a layer of mist.

Especially Yang Xiu....

Now they are.

I really want to know why Yang Xiu left Yang Nan here alone.

And why?

These priceless armor and weapons, comparable to the national treasures of China, will appear here.

Just when everyone was disappointed.

Nakayama on the phone suddenly muttered.

"But..."

But?

The crowd instantly came to the spirit again.

A pair of eyes brushed together again to look at Nakayama.

Ignore the crowd.

Nakayama looked at the armor and weapons on the screen and said to himself.

"Northern Song Dynasty... Eight pieces of armor... Seven guns... A knife ..."

“......"

Hear Nakayama say it to himself.

Teacher Huang said a little impatiently.

"Elder Zhong, did you think of something?"

But.

Nakayama at this time.

I've been completely caught up in my own thinking.

I didn't pay attention to what Mr. Huang said.

Although the other party did not take care of himself.

But Mr. Huang didn't feel the slightest strange emotion in his heart.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Now Nakayama must have thought of something about these armors and weapons.

So after Nakayama didn't take care of himself.

Teacher Huang did not continue to speak.

He stood there quietly, waiting for Nakayama's answer.

I was afraid that a little noise I made would interrupt Nakayama's thinking line.

It's not just Mr. Huang.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room likes to complain.

At this time, he also became like a good baby.

Even the barrage has suddenly decreased a lot.

In the mobile phone, Nakayama thought carefully.

Sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

Under everyone's gaze, Nakayama lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

If the staff of the research institute saw Zhongshan smoking at this time, they would definitely drop their jaws directly.

Because they know.

Nakayama doesn't smoke at all.

Only when the antiquities encounter a difficult problem to solve, will they light a cigarette to relax their brains.

Nakayama held a cigarette in his hand and looked up at the ceiling.

Watching Nakayama's actions.

Some viewers couldn't help but start talking about it in the live broadcast room.

"Big brother... You're talking, why are you still on the hook?!".

"I don't think the old man thought of anything at all. "

"Shut up! Don't interrupt Zhong Lao's thinking!".

"It's just... Isn't it just smoking? I'm going to accompany the old man..."

“......"

Just when the live broadcast room began to resume its excitement.

Zhongshan, who had been quiet, looked at the ceiling and muttered.

The pavilion was smoky, and the sound of killing was plugged into it. Yang Jiazhi, rising alone, went out to fight, and fell into siege..."

"Bloody washing of the golden sand, the sword of the order, no response to aid, hatred of traitors, hunger strike, anger and indignation..."

“......"

When I heard what Nakayama said.

Yang Nan's pupils gradually dilated, and a pair of eyes revealed a little shock.

But.

Yang Nan changed so slightly, but no one noticed it.

Because at this time, everyone was complaining about Zhongshan's behavior.

Good guys....

If you want to smoke, forget it...

You also chanted a poem that ??? meaning

Just when everyone was suspicious of Nakayama.

Except for Nakayama's voice.

Another voice reached their ears.

"After the rain stops, Qianmo is quiet, herding cows. The sound of the willow flute. "

"The rivers and mountains are still there, the strings and books and drums, and the world listens. The vicissitudes of life are gone, and there is often hatred, what is the feeling?".

"Three generations of bloody battles to protect the country, outside the Yanmen, the old road is mournful. The people are full of loyalty, and the people remember the turbidity..."

"What's the end of the legacy?".

“......"

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The younger brother knelt down and begged for flowers, evaluations, and monthly pass !!

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