A blue-covered wire-bound book with slightly rolled-up corners and yellowed pages, so many years old at first glance.
On the cover, there were four big characters "Story of the Mountain Moon" written brightly.
Zhao Guangming only felt that the blood was rushing to his forehead, and he was shaking all over.
Zhao Guangming bit his tongue fiercely, a faint smell of blood filled his mouth, and he gradually woke up.
Zhao Guangming shivered and took out a pair of presbyopic glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose. Looking through the lenses again, his legs became softer.
The four characters are now more visible!
Zhao Guangming was so frightened that his mind went blank, "This... Could this be the manuscript of "Shanyue Chronicles"?"
Bai Chuwei looked at Professor Zhao, who was already kneeling on the ground in fright, and said with a smile, "Whether I say it's an authentic manuscript or not, are you still going to take it for identification? Believe it or not, it's up to you not to me."
Zhao Guangming almost hugged his head and screamed. He jumped up from the ground and held the desk with his hands. The elegant professor almost roared, "Gloves! I need gloves!"
Bai Chuwei: "...No, Professor Zhao, you can watch it directly."
Zhao Guangming's face flushed with excitement, and he spittle: "This... If this is an authentic manuscript, do you know what it's worth, classmate Bai? If I break a little bit, I'll be a sinner in the world!"
Bai Chuwei: "..." Not really.
Zhao Guangming glanced around in Bai Chuwei's bedroom, his eyes locked on the food box, where Cao Jinhai wore several transparent gloves.
Zhao Guangming didn't stop doing it. He grabbed snowballs and put them on transparent gloves. He couldn't control why a fat hamster would eat fried food.
He knelt down on the wool carpet beside Bai Chuwei's bed, held the book reverently in both hands, and his nervous heart was pounding.
Gritting his teeth, he opened it—
On the yellowed page is the line of elegant and free handwriting. From the first character of the first time, every character is written in Lingbai, and it is a manuscript at a glance, because there are words on it. Scrub the traces of deletion!
Zhao Guangming's brain cells were extremely active at this time, and his mood was even more excited.
Bai Chuwei sat on the side, for fear that the old man Zhao's excitement would kill her from high blood pressure.
Holding the manuscript, Zhao Guangming was in a state of madness and muttered to himself: "There is a record in the unofficial history, the manuscript of 'Bai', the original author of "Shanyue Chronicles", was written in Lingbai. Yes, it's true..."
He quickly turned a few pages and was suddenly shocked!
"Seal! It's a seal!"
Bai Chuwei looked at Zhao Guangming's old face getting redder and faster, breathing faster and faster, "Old man Zhao, calm down, want me to give you some medicine?"
If he gets so excited, he will go to the West Heaven tonight!
Zhao Guangming patted his thigh frantically, crying and laughing: "Student Bai, it's a seal! It has the seal of the emperor at that time, as well as the seals approved for printing by various departments!"
Now the cultural relics contain the original seal of the emperor at that time, and the authenticity can be found out only by comparison.
Zhao Guangming has a strong intuition, the book in his hand is the manuscript at that time!
He forced himself not to get too excited, not to get too excited, and to take a closer look when he got to the last pages.
"Ah, it turned out to be... is—"
Zhao Guangming was so excited that he didn't finish his words, his eyelids lifted, his blood pressure surged frantically, and he fainted on the spot.
Bai Chuwei: "..."
Is this old man... a little too excited