Chapter 1153 The Imperial Seal 3
"Legend has it that when Wu Zetian was buried, one-third of the entire dynasty's wealth was used as burial objects. I didn't believe this at first. Now, as we have come this far, although these burial objects may not be as many as 1/3 of the entire dynasty, the construction of the entire imperial mausoleum, the piles of burial objects we saw in the ditch before, and the treasures in this dragon-patterned tomb coffin that are dozens of centimeters high... I think what was written in the history books back then is probably not false."
Song Rong studied archaeology, and she had seen a lot of the world with her father Song Jianjun before, so she was not surprised or afraid of a corpse buried underground for thousands of years.
This skeleton exuding a rotten smell is not even as scary as the two tomb robbers we met outside before.
The gold bars and jewelry in the tomb coffin, even after years of erosion, still attract everyone's attention.
"Yes, there are quite a few." Qin Feng glanced at the treasures under the corpse, nodded, and slowly set his sights on the square jade seal in the corpse's hand.
When he opened the wooden coffin, he did not immediately set his sights on the jade seal in the corpse's hand, because the jade seal was not too big, just slightly larger than an adult man's fist, and was tightly wrapped in the palms of two dry skeleton hands, and was covered by the long sleeves of the dragon robe. He did not see the jade seal held in the hands of Emperor Taizong of Tang at the first time.
It is much better to look for something with a purpose than to grope blindly, so after taking a closer look, Qin Feng locked his eyes on the jade seal in the corpse's hand.
"Oh! Do you think that the seal in that hand is the imperial seal?" After a few breaths, Song Rong slowly retracted her gaze and discovered the existence of the jade seal. She screamed in surprise, and her eyes sparkled!
Pei Yian calmed down and moved her eyes away from the imperial seal with difficulty.
Just by looking at the height of the light on the seal, she had already determined that this thing was the real imperial seal!
The burial objects in the dragon-patterned coffin were very good, and the halo emitted by those antiques was far better than the antiques she often saw outside before, but Pei Yian still sighed silently in her heart...
These things buried in the tomb of the dead were stained with a lot of death, and the black death was so thick that it almost choked Pei Yian's throat. It was impossible to bring her life and spiritual dew like those cultural relics that had been passed down from ancestors and scattered in various corners of the people... So, Pei Yian blinked, slowly retracted her special ability into her eyes, and pretended to know nothing and spoke.
"It's still uncertain now. We have to get the seal out to see if it's the imperial seal or not... There have been rumors in many dynasties in history that the imperial seal is a fake. Maybe this person is just like other people in history. He doesn't have one, so he wants to carve one as a comfort. After all, something like the imperial seal, which represents the mandate from heaven and the emperor's orthodoxy, will only be passed down to his descendants. How could he bring it to the cemetery?"