The life of Emperor Minghua is extremely mysterious, and there are not many records about him in history books. It is said that Emperor Minghua once ordered that the historian was not allowed to record his life. This strange order has puzzled many historians in later generations. Throughout the history of so many emperors, who did not want their own prestige and fame, only Minghua Emperor was different.

   Moreover, later archaeologists have searched for Emperor Minghua's tomb many times, hoping to gain a better understanding of the figure of Emperor Minghua through the cultural relics inside. It's a pity that for so many years, there has been no harvest. Now, Professor Le Beiling has actually discovered the tomb of Emperor Minghua. No matter what treasures are in the tomb, the news alone is enough to shock the world. If there is a chance, Leng Xuan also hopes to participate in the archaeology and see this mysterious emperor in history. Just as he was thinking about it, the bell for class rang in the campus. Leng Xuan glanced at the time, then turned and walked towards the Great Hall. When he walked to the door, he saw Ning Xiner leading a few policemen out of the hall. After the two met, Ning Xin'er gave Leng Xuan a displeased look, hummed softly, and walked straight to the police car.

  Leng Xuan saw this and couldn't help but wonder, didn't the two of you chat well just now? In a blink of an eye, her face changed. Could it be that the aunt is here? It is said that when girls come to menstruation, their temper is very violent. He touched his nose, turned around and asked, "Officer Ning, is the confession finished?" Ning Xin'er replied indifferently, "It's over." Her tone was a bit colder than the previous chat. Leng Xuan took a few steps to her side, scratched his head and said, "Officer Ning, I don't seem to have offended you, do I?" Ning Xin'er stopped, stared at Leng Xuan, and said angrily, "Leng Xuan, I don't believe so much. You, but you made me embarrassed." Leng Xuan said stunned: "What do you mean? Officer Ning, can you make it clearer, I'm confused." Ning Xiner snorted: "You didn't talk to me before. Do I pat on the chest to guarantee that Zheng Jiahua does not know martial arts?" Leng Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Ning Xiner took out a pair of handcuffs from her waist, threw them into Leng Xuan's hands, and said, "Look for yourself." Leng Xuan took the handcuffs, only to see that both handcuffs were bent, and there were several more on them. dent. He was slightly shocked. The handcuffs were made of manganese steel, which was very rigid. Even a martial artist might not have enough strength to bend it. He raised his head, frowned slightly, and said, "You don't mean to tell me that Zheng Jiahua made these handcuffs, right?" Ning Xiner grabbed the handcuffs and said coldly, "Who else would it be? I interrogated him just now. At that time, I listened to your words and positioned him as someone who didn’t know how to kung fu. As a result, he told me with facts that he not only knew martial arts, but was also very powerful. Do you know that at that time, I almost could not step down?”

  Leng Xuan stretched out his hand and said, "Show me that pair of handcuffs again." Seeing his serious expression, Ning Xiner casually complained, and then handed the handcuffs over. After Leng Xuan took the handcuffs, he carefully checked the dents and curved surfaces. Through these details, he can discover a lot. After a while, he handed the handcuffs back to Ning Xin'er, and then pondered alone. Judging from the traces on the handcuffs, Zheng Jiahua was using pure physical strength, but he firmly believed that he was absolutely right. Zheng Jiahua had never practiced external skills at all, so it was impossible to reach that level.