Chapter 44

The East China Sea has always been a famous ancient capital city, and it is the land of gold dust in the Six Dynasties, where many famous ancient buildings in our country have been left behind.

Chu Yao drove the paramela to carry Song Wanqing and came directly to the East China Sea Museum.

The Chaotian Palace, where the museum is located, was established thousands of years ago by Wu Wangfucha.

The change of dynasties does not reduce its majesty and majesty, and it is the largest and most well-preserved group of ancient buildings in the south of the Yangtze River.

"How did you come up with the idea of visiting the museum?" After Chu Yao bought the ticket, he stood in front of several antique buildings with large roofs, and asked curiously to Song Wanqing beside him.

"I like this kind of ancient humanities and history, don't you think it's very charming?" Song Wanqing said with a gentle smile looking at him.

"Humanities and history are indeed quite charming, but I didn't expect you to have a female literary heart. Chu Yao said with some amusement.

"Aren't I being a host now? Naturally, I need to know more about the local ancient culture, maybe I will need it one day. Song Wanqing threw a coquettish white eye at him.

"Then let's go inside. Chu Yao waved his hand and took a few steps forward, only to find that she hadn't followed.

Looking back, she was still in place.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yao looked at her strangely.

Song Wanqing Danfeng had a cunning glint in her eyes, and said, "You dropped something." "

Chu Yao glanced at the ground, touched the wallet in his pocket, and the mobile phone was there: "Is there one?" "

Song Wanqing couldn't help laughing, stretched out her arms as white as pink lotus, pouted and said, "It's me." "

What a goblin! It seems that she has to be poured realgar wine to make her appear in her original form.

Chu Yao shook his head amusedly, took her snow-white little hand, pulled her to his side, and walked forward together.

The Donghai Museum is very large, covering an area of more than 130,000 square meters, and is a pattern of "one courtyard and six museums", namely the History Museum, the Special Exhibition Hall, the Digital Museum, the Art Museum, the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum, and the Republic of China Museum.

The collection of cultural relics from the Paleolithic period to the present day;

There are both national and regional heirlooms, as well as archaeological excavations, and some of them come from social collection and donations.

All of them are treasures of all dynasties, and treasures that have attracted the attention of academic circles at home and abroad.

Whether it is bronze, jade, ceramics, gold and silver utensils, bamboo and wood tooth horns, lacquerware, silk embroidery, calligraphy and painting, seals, inscriptions and statues and other cultural relics are readily available.

Each variety has its own historical series, which is the most direct witness to the historical development of Chinese civilization for thousands of years.

Song Wanqing obviously did her homework in advance, and every time the two of them walked in front of a cultural relic, she would explain to Chu Yao in a soft voice the characteristics of this cultural relic and the historical story behind it.

The two of them walked around until noon, and then they walked out of the museum without getting enough of it.

"If you were asked to travel back in time, what would you choose to do?" Song Wanqing asked him with a squint and a smile.

"It must be to overthrow the royal family and become the emperor himself. Chu Yao said as a matter of course

"Why?" Song Wanqing looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Do you still need to ask, there are three thousand beauties in the emperor's harem, who doesn't want to be an emperor. Chu Yao said as a matter of course.

"You're too worldly, aren't you? Song Wanqing glared at him angrily.

Chu Yao squeezed her little hand a little funny and said, "If I really become the emperor, I will definitely take you as a concubine." "

"Think beautifully. Song Wanqing became inexplicably shy.

The two of them left the museum and found a random place to have lunch.

In the afternoon, we will set off to Qixia Mountain.

Qixia Mountain was called Setshan in ancient times, known as "the first Mingxiu Mountain in Jinling", a Buddhist resort since the Southern Dynasties, especially famous for the red leaves in the mountains in late autumn.

In the late autumn of Qixia, the maple forest is like fire, and the mountains are red all over, like a beautiful picture, as romantic and beautiful as its name.

Chu Yao and Song Wanqing sat on the same cable car and went up to the main peak, Fengxiang Peak.

The cable car occasionally swayed a little in mid-air because of the mountain wind, and Chu Yao spread his arms on both sides of Song Wanqing and protected her in his arms.

"Have you been busy lately? I heard my cousin praise you lately, and told me all about your deeds against Millican. Song Wanqing bent her arms in front of the bear, and asked casually with a blushing face.

"It's okay, but I'm going to be busy later, because I'm going to hold a domestic Yu-Gi-Oh competition. Chu Yao also felt his heart pounding, and said with a hot face.

Moreover, because Song Wanqing is 1.7 meters tall, her head is right at the position of her mouth, and with the heat of her breath, she feels [itchy] [itchy].

"Then how is my cousin doing in your company?" Song Wanqing also felt that her heartbeat was a little flustered, and she continued to ask with a red face.

"Very good, thanks to the person you found for me, now that the company has her, I don't have to do a lot of things myself. Chu Yao smelled the faint fragrance of white orchid on her body, and suddenly had a dry mouth.

"That's good. Song Wanqing said and quietly raised her head, but it happened that Chu Yao was looking down at her.

The four eyes are facing each other, less than ten centimeters apart.

Chu Yao could see the traces of water in Song Wanqing's eyes, as well as the eyelashes that were slightly [trembling] and [shaking].

"Wanqing......" Chu Yao couldn't help but call her softly.

Song Wanqing's cheeks turned red, she gently closed her eyes, and raised her snow-white chin ......