Gu Junke also looked at these tapestries, her face was solemn, and she looked completely different from Xu Ziwen.

An Jingqi looked much more leisurely, unlike the two of them who were all looking at tapestries. He stood next to a shabby tapestries at the door. His eyes were always on Gu Junke, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, with obvious doting and indulgence.

"An Jingqi, have you seen these paintings?" Gu Junke turned around casually, but accidentally put them into the man's eyes.

Gu Junke stopped talking. She looked at An Jingqi and felt a strange feeling in her heart. This feeling has never been seen in Luo Mingchuan many years ago.

Perhaps it was because the caucus was too dark and damp, or perhaps it was because in such a dark and bad situation, Gu Junke seemed to have a moment of willingness to face his heart.

"Well, I've seen it." An Jingqi replied, but the woman opposite looked at her, with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, "Where are you?"

An Jingqi was in a quiet space with a good temper, and Guan continued to speak: "Where are you? Are you asking this because you have seen it?"

Gu Junke nodded, and she suddenly turned around and left her back to An Jingqi. Her voice was filled with a hint of invisible panic: "Well, I have seen it too. It seems that the murals or tapestries here are inseparable from the two mothers."

"Madam, why are you panicing?" An Jingqi took a step forward and held Gu Junke's hand.

The moment Gu Junke held An Jingqi's wrist, his heart, which had a hint of panic and uneasy just now, suddenly became calm.

She smiled and said, "The beauty is still beautiful and unrestrained under such light. I am not panic, I am fascinated by you~"

One hand of Gu Junke was held by An Jingqi, and the other hand gently supported An Jingqi's face: "So, you say, they built the ancient city of Lance, or they came here with their own hands. I wonder if they had planned it from the beginning?"

An Jingqi had this woman's hand swimming back and forth on her face, and she didn't seem to feel anything wrong: "The murals and tapestries here seem to be very old, but in fact, if you think of them, you should have already seen it..."

"The murals and tapestries here are not the original ones..." Gu Junke nodded.

At this time, Xu Ziwen, who had already walked around, also returned to Gu Junke and An Jingqi: "Did you find out too?"

Gu Junke nodded: "I don't know if there is any original thing here, but at least, everything we see is later."

"Well, so, in fact, things that I have been doing for so many years are not historical." Xu Ziwen smiled bitterly. She took out a stack of manuscript paper from her schoolbag, "Then why am I doing this year? What is Mangu?"

Gu Junke walked up and took the manuscript paper from Xu Ziwen's hand. She flipped through the manuscript paper from Xu Ziwen's hand one by one and said, "Where did it come from? These pictures."

Xu Ziwen looked at Gu Junke and flipped through the manuscript paper one by one: "Mangu, this was found from his research room after I thought Mangu died. However, when I found it, Mangu had already torn them into pieces. I glued them up and drew them again on these manuscript papers."

"You haven't thought about why Zhou Mangu, who has been studying these all his life, suddenly gave up?"

"You mean, Mangu has discovered it a long time ago."

"If it weren't for Xu Yao's removal, I think he would have told you all this..."
Chapter completed!