Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

Yan Changgui wasn't sure in his heart, he didn't want to let go of every detail, what was he neglecting.

Is there a painting missing?

This question has always been entangled in his mind, and he can't remember how he returned to the modern age, and he can't distinguish between dreams and reality.

Yan Changgui put down the painting in his hand, got up and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a few cans of beer.

Now drinking has become a habit of his, and only when he is drunk and groggy can he let go of thinking about her a little.

After drinking a bit of wine, he picked up the paintings and examined them carefully. Each painting was familiar and unfamiliar. After thousands of years, these paintings are still as new.

What happened thousands of years ago.

the next day.

Yanchang went back to the library, found books that recorded various unofficial histories of the Zhou Dynasty, and read them page by page.

For three days, he flipped through dozens of books on the unofficial history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The Records of the History did not say that Zhou Wude, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was cuckolded, and some irrelevant concubines were not even recorded in the Records of History.

On the contrary, there are rumors in the wild history that the women in the entire harem gave the emperor a green hat, but he did not know it.

Yan Changgui closed the book, rubbed his forehead, walked to the bookcase, and pulled out an unofficial history book.

When he saw the word Huaxian, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a sharp pain in his brain.

Perhaps, because he returned to modern times and history returned to the right track, the memory was unstable and even slowly disappeared.

It is recorded in the book that Huaxian entered the palace with a sword and took away the body of the imperial concubine.

A few pictures flashed in his head, he left the palace with Yun Nishang in his arms, and then drove her back to Chongyang in a carriage.

Yan Changgui covered his aching heart and continued to recall.

The real beauty map was handed over to the Yan family, and he rushed to the snow-capped mountains with the corpse.

Corpses will decay, and ancient tombs will not be built so quickly...

Yan Changgui's eyes were red. In his memory, he saw that he cremated Yun Nishang's body, and then packed the ashes.

"Sir, are you alright?" the library attendant asked.

Yan Changgui regained his tyrannical mood and said, "I'm fine."

After speaking, he stood up abruptly and walked out quickly.

In the afternoon, Yan Changgui arrived at the ancient tomb with a picture of the beautiful woman. Despite the bad weather, he sent him by plane into the mountain. He stepped into the ancient tomb alone. This time, the feeling was no longer unfamiliar, but familiar.

Because, here is the result of his supervision of the workers.

Entering the ancient tomb, Yan Changgui saw the unmoved coffin, walked over and stroked it gently.

He raised his eyes and glanced around, took out the paintings from his bag, and he hung the paintings back again. Finally, he took out the pictures of beautiful women and hung them in the place where a painting was missing.

"Boom--" the sound of stone moving sounded.

Yan Changgui turned around and watched the coffin begin to change, the mechanism moved inch by inch, and the last round stone protruded out, revealing a round urn.

He walked over slowly, picked up the urn, and whispered, "Nishang, I'll take you home."

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Yan Changgui returned to Kyoto with the urn, closed the gallery, and moved into the old house.

He found a quaint piece of rice paper from the painting fairy's relics, and locked himself in the room.

After drinking a little wine, he took out the prepared pen and ink and put it on the table, then cut his fingers and dripped blood into the ink.

All day and night, he stayed in the room and repainted a beautiful picture.