Bronze Anniversary: ​​The Bright Moon Shines on My Return in the Qin Dynasty

Zhao Huai, a student in the Department of Archeology, touched a bronze sharpener engraved with a mysterious bird pattern in the library. When he opened his eyes, it was already the 26th year of the Qin Dynasty. In the morning mist on the outskirts of Xianyang, the lame father cooked a mutton soup with lotus leaves on a three-legged pottery pot. The potter's daughter, a childhood sweetheart, held a tiger-patterned tile that had just come out of the kiln. The sound of the watchman's watchman strangely overlapped with the bell bell two thousand years later - the Great Qin Empire here was more vivid than history books and more absurd than legends.