pin gold

The imperial concubine said: "When I am mud on the ground, the dead are the moon in the sky."

The door opened reluctantly, revealing only half a crack.The bay-red pony reached only to her waist, and the top of her head was fluffy, with long red hair combed into a long braid.

During the daytime, Jin Mingwei was lifeless, with no vitality at all.Yu Jinyan was lying on the drying stone behind the door, with a volume of miscellaneous talks hanging down in his hand, he was throwing fish food to feed the koi, the courtyard door was blown open by the wind, and the belt on his chest was ruffled by the wind.The chest was unrestrainedly stained with water, dripping down.

The two looked at each other without speaking to each other.

"What did you say?"

Yu Jinyan waved the hand scroll: "It's about the fat-headed fish becoming a genius."

The fat-headed koi rolled and floated out from under his feet, like a hydrangea, grabbing a bite of fish food.Its back was bright red, and it looked like a floating ball of blood when it swam.

The two stood one on each side, throwing fish food into the water one after another.The fat-headed koi heaved and fell, with a bag of crumbs stuffed in its mouth.

"I heard that there is a newcomer coming to the left side of the palace?"

"Yes..." Yu Qinghe replied, "I was born in the Dongzhou Garrison."

"Dong Zhou..." Yu Jinyan murmured, "If you don't get promoted, you will be demoted, and you'll be locked up in the palace for an idle job. You must have committed some serious crime."

The world has been peaceful for a while, and there is not much excitement in Zhongzhou.However, Dongzhou is still facing the bloody storm. The pirates continue to burn and kill captives.

The murderer killed himself on the spot, and it is said that he was from the Dongzhou Garrison.

In this case, halfway through the investigation, the car was stopped, and the involvement became confused.

"Interesting." Yu Jinyan said. He turned around and looked at the open courtyard gate. Pedestrians were passing by on Suzaku Street, huddled together to chat, and vendors pulled out brightly colored small flags, illuminating the autumn scenery in a new way.

The death of the sorcerer did not cause much trouble, Zhang Lihua was saved by Yan Xiaochen, and Commander Yan was so embarrassing that Concubine Song bowed down, and directly lifted Zhang Lihua out of the center of the whirlpool.

She was clearly the most suspicious one, the other people left their whereabouts during the tryst, and her close-fitting Bu Yao fell in the center of the pool of blood.

But Concubine Song didn't have time to question her relationship with the warlock, so Yan Xiaochen stepped into the harem with a knife in his hand. He behaved rebelliously and had no rules. He only nodded when he saw the queen. When the son was with the emperor, he didn't have such a big affection.

The hem of his clothes was decorated with flowing clouds, and the one on his chest was a cloud-piercing crane. This touch of purple was worn on his body, which was bright and eye-catching.

Wei Zi in the garden is not as eye-catching as him.

He pointed to Zhang Lihua on the ground: "The witness must be taken away."

With a wave of his sleeves, he strode out.

"Thank you, sir." Zhang Lihua bent her neck, and Bu Yao's beads hit the side of her cheek.

"You don't need to talk about these scenes..." Yan Xiaochen said, "Remember who you owe."

"Remember..." Zhang Lihua said, holding the handkerchief lightly: "Where was...buried?"

Yan Xiaochen didn't answer, with a playful expression on his face, but Zhang Lihua bowed her head but was not humble, standing still in front of him, Yan Xiaochen looked at her, and finally said: "Jin Mingwei, took over this case."

"Good," she said.

-

The boulder hangs above the head, trembling, as if it is about to fall, but it is held back by some force.

The road that had been cleared for most of the time was unable to walk again, Zhou Tan frowned and pulled out the map.

"Kuli Terrace, Huli Terrace." He repeated. The mine holes on the "Smelting Mining Map" have been developed in sevens and eighties, leaving only a red dot in the center and a piece marked with gold powder on the east. Diandian is clearly located on the edge of the Kuritai Grassland, but it has never been discovered.

The mineholes on the drawings have never been wrong, and the positions are generally credible.

The circular coating painted with gold powder, according to its positioning, should refer to something underground in Baigu Naozi. The Ordnance Department turned over and over again, and always felt that there were other things hidden at the bottom of the water.And this red dot is located in the center, its status is self-evident, what exactly is it?

The Kulitai Grassland was still some distance away, Zhou Tan turned around from east to west, north to south, and took a few steps back.

There is too much cinnabar here, but if you look closely, it is processed. So much cinnabar is used to fill the tomb, what kind of trouble is it?

"There is a mausoleum here." Zhou Tan said.

Everyone was in an uproar. There were not many graves in the Northland, but a pile of fire and ashes.How could no one know about the mausoleum being built, or a mausoleum of this scale.

The soil layer was still falling down, and the red-dyed soil clods filled the mountain road again. Zhou Tan rolled up the map and said, "Turn to the back."

The hill swayed and made a rumbling sound, and one side collapsed completely, leaving only a narrow road, falling gravel, uprooted trees, and a mess.Zhou Tan jumped up and climbed up the motionless hill on the other side.

The soil layer was peeled off, and what was left inside was a pig-iron door!

The totem drawn by cinnabar is lifelike, Zhou Tan is so absorbed that he can almost hear the lingering screams and wails in the wind.

"Botou Mohua..." he said, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "I can't even find my old lair."

"What..." Ahutai scratched his head and interrupted: "Botou chicken? Is Botou chicken delicious?"

"It doesn't sound delicious." Zhou Tan didn't have time to speak, someone raised his voice and responded, Ahutai shrugged, the whole logistics department was laughing and talking about what to eat.

Zhou Tan was speechless and couldn't explain it. Few people knew about Botou Mohua, and the scribes who passed the documents didn't follow him. He knocked on the pig iron gate, and a strong smell of cinnabar accompanied by a fishy smell spread into the tip of his nose. .

"That's right..." Zhou Tan thought, "This is it."

Earlier, he felt that the things under the water were unusual. The sitting stargazer was holding a lotus stem that was exactly the same as Botou Mohua, but the color was not obvious, it was almost transparent silver.

The utensils and totems they use are similar, making people always feel that they come from a sect or a place.

When the ore smelting map was obtained by Zhongzhang, it was the time when the stargazer was about to die. He left a river of gold and countless untapped mineral deposits. , to stop the burning red lotus fire.

The grass seeds he left at the bottom of the water were both antidote and poison. When the Poor Ministry used the poison again to drive the dead, Zhong Zhang also got the grass seeds that could be used as medicine.

He seems to be thinking about everything, and everything is unpredictable, but Zhou Tan is still not at ease. He strokes a jade ring finger on his finger, and it seems that there is still warmth.

To be able to arrange such a big game, one should have the ability to deal with He Lianyun's poison.Leaving a map but not revealing his identity, what kind of mystery is he playing?

The pig iron gate was hard to shake, Zhou Tan pushed it, but there was no movement, the blood red lotus bloomed in the veins of the pig iron.

If they were from a unified sect, it is estimated that there was some big trouble in this place, and they piled up corpses and sealed up their lair.

The machinery of the Ordnance Department came in handy. The long pig iron arm was lowered from the air, and a gap was opened. The temperature in the gap dropped significantly, and the cool wind came out, wrapped in a stench.

It can be vaguely seen that behind the heavy iron gate is a dark corridor.The whole regulation is stable and stable, and it is properly a Nanjun mausoleum with a high standard.

"Nine rows of door nails with cinnabar lacquer..." Zhou Tan said, "I can't live in the standard."

"What are the specifications?"

"Wang..." Zhou Tan said: "The specification above the prince."

There are not so many convoluted titles in the Northland. At most, there is a distinction between a prince and a king.

Zhou Tan wiped the back of his hand that was stained with red, and slowly raised the bright oil lamp. The corridor is spacious, and it is a slope that continues to slope. The two walls are covered with murals, full of blood-like red strokes.

The Supplies Department followed him, and the Ordnance Department stayed at the door with their carts supported. The pig iron door was snapped open, making a creaking sound.

Zhou Tan intuited that someone was leading them to come here, and also intuited that there was a secret with many motives buried here.

Stepping on something on the sole of his foot, Zhou Tan froze, and the short knife flew out, piercing a lump of flesh.

-

"Why is your empress giving him such a big face?" The maid lit a candle: "If you say give in, then give in."

"It looks like..." said the noble concubine, she wiped the water droplets on her forehead with her fingers, and her fingertips turned white: "I feel sorry for you, let alone your majesty's heartless heart?"

"Like who?" The palace maid asked in confusion.

"I long for the gods day and night..." Concubine Song looked at the shadow cast by Wangxian Tower, and clenched her teeth: "I don't understand...Look at the person in front of me."

Wrapped in fragrant mist, the imperial concubine untied her bun and combed her loose long hair. The light only illuminated half of her eyebrows and eyes, her plain face turned to the sky, still charming.

The sandalwood hair comb was entangled with a few strands of fallen hair, the imperial concubine gently twisted it, and suddenly her expression changed, she knocked down the lamp on the desk, and hissed: "Yan Huanzhi, Yan Huanzhi, even if you die, you won't be clean. That younger brother of yours is really a rich man, even if he is eaten by a fish, his soul will come back."

"You said..." She suddenly grabbed the maid's sleeve, her eyes were burning like will-o'-the-wisps: "Yan Xiaochen, it must be the soul of the dead! It's so similar, how can it be so similar!"

"It's not true..." The maid picked up the comb for her, her tone was steady: "Your Majesty is just overworked and restless."

"Not serious?" The imperial concubine laughed hoarsely: "The ground warm Nanjun Yan returns home, spring is priceless, spring is priceless. He came back to collect debts."

"Always low-browed and pleasing to the eye, worthless..." The imperial concubine said again, her voice hoarse: "When I am the mud on the ground, the dead are the moon in the sky! Dead! How dare I fight with the dead?!"

A gust of wind blew up outside the window, and the wind extinguished the candle with a puff, leaving only a faint voice, which was elongated like a ghost crying.

The author says:

非常感谢……感谢在2021-09-2623:05:48-2021-10-0117:01:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Xuan Yiyi 96 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!