When Le Zheng Ai Xi opened his eyes amid a biting chill, his nose was filled with the smell of wet earth and grass, which was different from the smell of disinfectant in the live broadcast room. She remembered that the last second she was still making final adjustments for the "Qing Dynasty Blue and White Plum Vase" special - under the spotlight, she had just reported the "starting price of 800,000 yuan" when the LED screen above her head suddenly leaked electricity, and the current flowed along the microphone to her fingertips, and then there was boundless darkness.
"Cough... Cough..." She sat up with her arms supported, looked around, and found herself lying in a reed swamp, under the wet mud that had just receded. In the distance there was the faint outline of the rammed earth city wall. The flag on the wall was not any modern symbol, but embroidered with the word "Xia" crookedly, and the fabric was as rough as a sack.
"Is this... A filming scene?" She subconsciously touched her pocket, trying to contact the crew with her mobile phone, but she only touched a hard object - her usual
