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Chapter 166 Post-Era Development of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor (Please stay tuned-宑 与 不 2)

When Yun Lang woke up in the morning, he still felt his head hurt. This was the symptom of drinking too much defective green ant wine in Han Dynasty.

Mash is not like mash, wine is not like wine, and there is even a taste of vinegar, a big mouthful of wine, and then spit out half of the lees, it is really boring.

The small wontons with red sleeves are delicious. You can eat two in one bite. A large bowl of wontons will come back. The soul lost in the green ant liquor will return.

Cao Xiang did not return to the Changmengongwei camp last night, but lived next door to Yunlang. When Yunlang had wontons, he had finished his breakfast and was marking a spear in the yard.

"Don't do it, you are hardworking, and you can't compare Huo Qubing to Li Gan in personal force. It's better to use time for conspiracy and tricks that you are better at."

Yun Lang carried his rice bowl and looked at Cao Xiangdao who practiced assassination.

Cao Xiang patted his head and said: "Conspiracy and tricks don't need practice. I'm born a conspirator. I always want to go to the battlefield. It's no harm to practice more."

"Don't be angry with Gongsun Ao, that's a reckless man, and it's not worth your anger."

Speaking of Gongsun Ao, Cao Xiang ’s anger could not be suppressed, and he dropped the long gun shot: "What! Yesterday I deliberately placed such a big battle, just to thank him and thank him on behalf of my mother, to prove I Cao's led the favor of his help this time, and there will be a follow-up report in the future.

Now, he squandered his hard-earned relationship in one sentence. How could there be someone like him under the sun? "

Yun Lang swallowed the last ravioli in his mouth and put down the rice bowl: "When you have a broader vision, you will not be angry.

Now your question is, how do you face the contempt that your arrogant men will treat you with? "

"Without him, it's just for fame and fortune. I may not have strong force, but powerful power!" Cao Xiang picked up his spear again, inserted it on the weapon rack under the porch, and walked upstairs.

Yun Lang believes that Cao Xiang will handle this matter well, and that in his own way, driving his subordinates is something he would have done since childhood.

After a month and a half of training, Yunlang has become much stronger, at least the chest and abdomen muscles have got some shapes.

Holding the railing, he jumped from the second floor in a glance in the air, and the tiger followed happily. It thought Yunlang was going to start the game with him.

One person and one tiger rushed out of the Yun's house and ran to the pine forest along the long sink shelf. The tiger would stop for a while and wait for Yun Lang. Once Yun Lang was about to catch his tail, this guy ran again, like this The game Tiger is very enjoyable.

The silk reel shed in the pine forest was silent. Occasionally, one or two sparrows flew out of the shed. Two women guarding the shed, sitting leisurely on the sunny **** and sewing winter clothes, also enjoyed the early winter sunshine.

The tiger's mischievous 笸 玩 ran around to Yun Lang to show her charms. Yun Lang returned the woman's 絸 笸 絩, said two gossips, and gritted her teeth into the large courtyard where Dazai lived.

Over the past few days, Yun Lang has avoided this place as much as possible, without the large courtyard of Dazai, a common courtyard in the pine forest.

Dazai was gone, and the teacher of the Yun family disappeared. Since the bug had asked it once, and Yun Lang had lost his temper, no one asked him anymore.

The two old men sat happily in the sun, one polished the wood chips with a grindstone, the other fiddled with wheat straw, and a small palace model about to appear on the table under the eaves.

Yun Lang sat in front of the table and began to play with a combined model according to his own ideas ...

Fix it, fix it with fish glue, move it into the house, put it on a huge table, and put it together with the rest. If Dazai is still alive, he can see it. This is a beginning. Model drawing of the Emperor's Tomb.

The model picture has been completed 20%, Yunlang deliberately concealed Zhangtai Palace, even so, there is still a big blank on the huge table case.

On the edge of the table case, there is a model, which is a miniature model of Yun's Manor. If you only look at these things, people will only be shocked by the delicate craftsmanship of two skilled savages, and they will think that Yun Lang is making Plan to build a more beautiful manor without thinking of others.

At least, Gillian is very interested in the Yunjia model, and there is also a miniature model of the Longmen Palace at the door of the Longmen Palace.

Huo Qubing placed a model of a city in Yun's room. He often worked throughout the night to study how to defend the city or attack the city.

The plan to turn Shihuang Mausoleum into a miniature model began long ago.

Every time you enter Shihuang Mausoleum, it is actually an exploration made by Yun Lang on Shihuang Mausoleum. Those silk threads densely covered by Shilang Mausoleum are what Yunlang left behind in measuring the dimensions of various parts of Shihuang Mausoleum.

Dazai thought that Yun Lang was doing some preparations for his own safety. Where do I know that this is Yun Lang's calculation of the area of ​​the entire emperor's mausoleum, and the area of ​​the emperor's mausoleum is really a little bit like the huge earthen mound of this mountain Small.

Based on the emperor's talents, he could not only prepare such a thing for himself, who would be resurrected.

Compared to this huge mausoleum, Yun Lang is more interested in the princess Qin Guo who committed suicide.

It's been a long time since she died. As the royal nobleman, the tomb guards didn't actually collect her corpse, which is really strange.

When Dazai got the short sword, the painful look was not concealed from Yun Lang, a caring person.

It should be Dazai's things, all belong to Dazai, this is a matter of course, so Yun Lang burned the trestle and closed the Zhangtai Palace.

However, outside the Zhangtai Palace, Yun Lang took it for granted that it belonged to him and was his own treasure.

When Dazai was alive, Yun Lang could not do it. Now, Dazai is dead, and Yunlang will no longer have any concerns.

The pine yard is not far from the waterfall, and not far from the tombs of the guardians of the emperor's mausoleum.

In winter, the water flow of the waterfall is very small, but it is extremely clear. Yun Lang stood in front of the stone wall and remained silent for a long time.

The model of the statue has already been made. As long as Yun Lang is willing, he can consolidate all the skeletons of the mausoleum in the mausoleum in clay.

Yun Lang didn't want to start this work early, he wanted to personally complete this arduous work independently, as the last heart fragrance dedicated to Dazai.

Broke Dragon Stone should be put down after all. Yunlang, by instinct, thinks that the place where Dazai can go in must not be too important.

Perhaps Yun Lang knows more about Shihuang Mausoleum than Dazai. At least, there are three huge terracotta warriors unknown to Dazai from Sanlidi, the east side of Shihuang Mausoleum covered with hemp seed land.

The mausoleum is too big, and the area is too wide. Small people can't get a glimpse of the whole picture when standing on it. Therefore, deception and concealment will naturally appear.

The emperor's mausoleum of Nuo University is a huge unsolved mystery for Yunlang. Yunlang would like to know how many mysteries were made after the death of Emperor Shihuang.

The feeling of monopolizing a hidden treasure is happy, which is enough for Yunlang to dig for life, and finally enjoy the treasure alone.

Yunlang left Lishan and walked with the tiger in the pine forest. The tiger always likes to chase the flying grouse, but he can't succeed.

It is now somewhat respected, and the grouse that has penetrated into the bush is never forcibly caught, which will mess up his beautiful fur.

The smoke from Gillian ’s Nagato Palace is rolling ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is Gillian ’s servants who are preparing to cultivate wild grass and shrubs on the land they are cultivating.

As long as noble people are connected to the farmhouse, they will become unpretentious. Gillian, with a blue silk cloth on her head, is like a hostess's hostess, who is dispatching servants to set fire to the ground.

Seeing Yunlang coming, he beckoned at him and pointed to the burnt land: "Look, is there enough ash?"

Yun Lang sighed and was very impressed with the style of the local tyrants. When the Yun family burned the ground, there was only a half inch thick layer of ashes. The ash on the Gillian family's land was half a foot thick. I don't know her. How much has been burned on the land these days.

"The ashes are enough, but you have to cultivate the land immediately and turn all the ashes into the dirt, otherwise the wind will blow, and if the ashes are blown away by the wind, you will be in vain."

Gillian whited Yun Lang and said: "Are you clever? Da Changqiu thought long ago that the ashes are wet, how to run?

Even if it is a thousand miles, it is not on my land! "