Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

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"The doctor said you were too anxious to react. You were in a coma for three days and scared me to death..." Lin Xia opened her mouth, her throat dry and tight. The original owner learned that Xiao Yichen and the heroine Ye Qingyao were engaged. The rental house was illuminated by the cold light of the computer screen late at night. Lin Xia curled up in the faded sofa, her fingers mechanically sliding the tablet. The air conditioner made a low hum outside the window. The coffee table was piled with half-cold instant noodles and empty Coke cans. This was her third consecutive all-nighter following "The Supreme of Heaven". In the novel, the hero Xiao Yichen counterattacked from a loser to become the overlord of the three realms, and the vicious female supporting role Su Wanqing was planning to use aphrodisiac incense to frame the heroine. "This old-fashioned plot can still be ranked first..." Lin Xia yawned, but her eyelids were glued to the screen. Suddenly, the tablet screen glowed with a strange blue light, and before she could react, she was sucked into a chaos. A severe dizziness came over her, and a sharp buzzing sound echoed in her ears. Countless fragments of text flew in the darkness, and finally pieced together a brief biography of Su Wanqing - the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who turned love into hatred, colluded with the Netherworld Cult, and was beheaded by the male protagonist himself on the Zhuxiantai. When she opened her eyes again, Lin Xia squinted at the shaking of the shark silk gauze curtain above her head. The sandalwood incense mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers penetrated into her nose, and the pajamas embroidered with golden thread and lotus weighed heavily on her body. The bronze incense burner on the carved bedside was emitting curling green smoke, and the refracted light and shadow cast a distorted pattern on the wall, which looked very much like the Qiwu Garden in the Prime Minister's Mansion described in the novel. She finally folded the paper into a square and stuffed it into the secret compartment at the bottom of the dressing table. The night watchman shouted from outside the window, "It's dry, be careful with candles." Lin Xia blew out the candle, but did not fall asleep. In the darkness, her thoughts were like a tangled mess. In the original novel, Su Wanqing's ending was already predetermined. If she wanted to rewrite her fate, she must not repeat the same mistakes. But in this world where men are superior to women, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion seems to be in a good position, but in fact, every move is bound by etiquette. She even needs to report when she goes out, let alone pursue a career. "Miss, it's time to dress up." Xiao Cui's voice sounded in the morning light. Lin Xia faced the bronze mirror and let the maid tie up her Lingyun bun and put on a pearl hairpin. The person in the mirror had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but she couldn't hide the fatigue in her eyes. She suddenly said: "Xiao Cui, is there any idle house in the mansion? I want to find some quiet place to read." Xiao Cui was stunned, and the wooden comb in her hand stopped in mid-air: "If you say idle... There is a warehouse in the northwest corner of the back garden. No one has cleaned it for a long time, and it is full of old things. But it's very gloomy there. I heard..." She lowered her voice, "I heard that strange noises will be heard in the middle of the night, and the servants dare not approach." Lin Xia's heart moved. In the afternoon, while everyone in the mansion was taking a nap, she took a lantern and walked in the direction pointed by Xiao Cui. Passing through the moon-shaped door covered with withered vines, a building with blue bricks and gray tiles appeared in front of her. A rusty copper lock was hung on the mottled wooden door, and spider webs were woven into a dense web on the lintel. She took out a slender silver hairpin from her sleeve, and learned the lock-picking skills in the novel, and gently pried the lock core. With a "click", the lock opened. The smell of rotten wood and dust hit her face, and Lin Xia stepped into the house holding a lantern. In the dim light, she saw that the corner of the wall was full of wooden boxes, and thick dust accumulated on the box lids. When she pushed one of the boxes with difficulty, several tattered thread-bound books slipped out. On the yellowed pages, words such as "Secret Art of Mechanisms" and "Key to Refining Equipment" came into view. As her fingertips brushed over the tiny calligraphy on the pages, Lin Xia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The contents recorded in these ancient books coincided with the ancient mechanical techniques she had encountered in the museum in her previous life, but they also incorporated the unique spiritual power application of this fantasy world. She immediately decided that this would be the starting point for her to change her destiny. Since then, Lin Xia has started a double life. During the day, she is still the dignified and quiet daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, learning needlework and poetry from her teacher, and smiling sweetly at sister gatherings; when night falls, she sneaks into the warehouse and studies ancient books by oil lamp. She used the dough stolen from the kitchen to experiment, trying to replicate the "thousand-pound weight" mechanism recorded in the book; she also disassembled the maid's hairpin to study how to transform it into a simple hidden weapon. However, danger also came with it. Late that night, Lin Xia was trying to make a "chain crossbow", but due to improper control of spiritual power, a small explosion occurred. Amid the flying wood chips, the wooden door of the warehouse was slammed open, and the night watchman rushed in with a torch: "Who is it!" The news soon reached the ears of Prime Minister Su Huaijin. The next morning, Lin Xia was summoned to the main hall. On the throne chair with dragons and phoenixes, her father, wearing a scarlet official robe, looked terribly gloomy: "Wanqing, as a woman, you don't study the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting well, but spend all day tinkering with these unorthodox ways!" Lin Xia knelt on the cold blue bricks, looked up and looked directly into her father's eyes: "Father, the world is complicated now, and my daughter learned these because she wanted to have an extra skill to rely on. Do you know that if there were anti-theft agencies to help the theft case that happened in the city the day before yesterday, there would not be so many losses? Besides, my daughter believes that women can also make a difference in this world." Su Huaijin's fingers tapped heavily on the armrest, making a "dong dong" sound. He looked at his daughter, the daughter who would only cry and ask for Xiao Yichen in his memory, but now her eyes were as firm as a rock. As an old minister who has experienced three dynasties, he knows better than anyone that this seemingly peaceful world is actually undercurrents. After a long while, he sighed heavily: "Forget it, you should know your limits. If you cause trouble again..." With her father's tacit approval, Lin Xia studied even more eagerly. She began to collect discarded metal and wood in the mansion, and even secretly melted some jewelry left by her mother to refine mechanical parts. Gradually, she made her first finished product - a palm-sized wooden man. After injecting spiritual power, the wooden man can hold a broom and automatically sweep the floor. This invention caused an uproar in the mansion. At first, the servants felt novel and scared and dared not approach; but when they found that the wooden man not only worked quickly, but also worked tirelessly, they praised it. Even her sister Su Roulian, who had always been at odds with her, couldn't help but come to watch, her eyes full of jealousy: "It's just some strange and lewd skills." But Lin Xia didn't care. Her eyes had already passed the high walls of the Prime Minister's Mansion and looked at the wider world. When she successfully made a mechanism box that could automatically alarm, a bold idea came to her mind - perhaps, she could use the art of mechanism and refinement to carve out her own space in this male-oriented world. At this time, she did not know that these ingenious mechanisms would bring her unexpected opportunities and challenges in the near future.