I saw myself in two ancient paintings from six hundred years ago.
A picture of "Ladies of the Ming Dynasty" shows three ladies from the Ming Dynasty, with the faces of me and two best friends; a picture of "Hongwu's Ascension to the Throne" shows civil and military officials from all over the court kneeling down in obeisance, with three little figures huddled in the corners of the picture - it's still us.
My name is Aozhen, a sophomore in the Department of Archeology at Peking University, second in my major. For a strange dream that I had had for half a year, I dragged the first major and the third major, got into the time and space jump cabin of my tutor's house, opened my eyes, and crashed into the barren mountain in the second year of Hongwu.
One fatal thing after another:
The three of us were randomly separated and had to fish for each other's people in the Ming Dynasty, where we were unfamiliar;
I changed the core as soon as it got dark - during the day, I was still an archeology student who dared to squat in a grave pit to measure skeletons. At night, I turned into a talkative "slave girl". However, I was conscious all the time, and it was clear that I was dead;
What's even worse is that the "Emperor Hongwu" on the dragon throne seems to be a fake.
A yin-yang fish-shaped copper talisman broken in half, a name that has been erased by official history, and a closed loop spanning six hundred years. Some people desperately want to sink their secrets into the water of Hongdu, while others are waiting for someone to come back after six hundred years.
Hu Haocheng, the second son of the Hu family, met me for the first time. He looked at me for a long time and said, "The girl looks very much like an old friend."
Later I found out who the "old friend" he was talking about was.
#Hard-core investigation during the day, forced to be a charming lady at night #
# The top three girls in three majors are seeking survival in the early Ming Dynasty #
# The person he waited for will come after six hundred years#
Intention: There are always people who are willing to go through six hundred years to verify the truth that has been erased by official history; ordinary people make their own choices and watch in the face of the unchangeable historical torrent.