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[Drunk, isn't this really a drama between a fool and a villain?The Holy Emperor looks like this, I don't believe it at all!The rubbish program group not only engages in the royal family, but now also blatantly falsifies history, which is extremely shameless.There are so many complaint letters, but they don't read any of them. I think this show will end sooner or later. 】

[I'm afraid that's not the case. The Holy Emperor has indeed done more than the Five Emperors, but his character is not as generous as the Mingjun.The heroes of the late emperor's time were basically killed by him, and the promoted people were all obedient to him, which shows how strong his desire to control is.

The failure of Blue Rain's Northern Expedition to Great Cang this time can be said to be a stain on the glorious history of the Holy Emperor.With his personality, how could he be willing to admit that this was a mistake in his decision-making, otherwise it would be impossible to kill Lan Yu immediately regardless of everyone's opposition.

Although Song An's actions seemed to be all stupid, but they just hit the point deep in the heart of the Holy Emperor, so how could he not like him. 】

[The analysis above makes sense! 】

【An'an, God forever! 】

[I don't believe it, you guys are so nonsense, but Ling Ye did it right.We'll be on his scene soon, take a good look. 】

Soon, the live broadcast switched to another scene, and the one who appeared in it was naturally Ling Ye.

Facing the Holy Emperor's questioning, with a solemn face, a posture of speaking out and admonishing rather than submitting to death, he knelt down on the ground with a bang, took off his official hat with both hands, and put it directly on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Lan Yu has worked hard and made great achievements. He has participated in the pacification of many borders, and has a high reputation both in the army and among the people. Just because of such a failure, denying his achievements and beheading him, wouldn't it be dishonoring to those who have made great achievements? Heart, cold the hearts of the people of the world?!"

Ling Ye spoke righteously, and put his head on the ground, but there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.He was very sure that his words would definitely impress Beichen Dadi.

The Holy Emperor's face remained unchanged, and he looked at him with unpredictable eyes, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Your Majesty should first dismiss him at home and reflect behind closed doors. After he really realizes his failure, he will come to comfort him and show the intimacy between the monarch and his subjects. This will not only calm General Lan's heart, but also show His Majesty's benevolent side to everyone. People in the world, isn't it beautiful."

"As for the Northern Expedition to Great Cang, it can be discussed in the long term. However, looking at the court, I am afraid that there is no second person who is more suitable than General Lan Yu."

The Holy Emperor looked at Ling Ye, who lowered his head to remonstrate, and said flatly: "You want me to not only forgive his sins, but also reuse him?"

Ling Ye once heard a historian's analysis and explanation, and thought that this was the best way, and immediately analyzed it at length to show his erudition and versatility.

You must know that although the holy emperor has a stronger desire to kill, he has a unique insight in promoting talents, regardless of level.

It wasn't until his words fell that the Holy Emperor lifted him up with a smile on his face, and said with satisfaction, "Aiqing's analysis is very good."

Ling Ye couldn't hide the pride in his eyes, but he still bowed his head respectfully, maintaining his humble posture.

[Look, look, this is the perfect operation, Ling Ye is absolutely stable this time. 】

【I think that the Holy Emperor doesn't look satisfied.He is the most moody person, and he can't be deduced by common sense at all, otherwise, how could those fine-looking ministers be afraid of him to death.You don't think that we mortals are more able to guess the sacred meaning than those ministers who are famous in history. 】

[It's too complicated, I'll see who triggers the death rule tomorrow, it's a headache. 】

It was already four o'clock in the morning when Song An was woken up. In order to let him rest for a while, Fang Sen stayed alone for two hours and only called him when there was only one hour left.

Song An thanked him for his kindness, and then took out a piece of extremely hot chocolate from his backpack and stuffed it into his hand, smiling with crooked eyes, expressing his gratitude.

Fang Sen was so sweet by the chocolate, he really liked him, and even gave him chocolate, which is too straightforward.He held back for a second before accepting it, and sure enough, Song Anxi smiled.

Hmph, are you so happy just accepting the chocolate?What a fool who has never been in love!

He tore open the wrapping paper of the chocolate, first handed it to Song An's mouth, and signaled him to take a bite.

Song An was taken aback for a moment. If he remembered correctly, Fang Sen seemed to have a cleanliness habit. Let alone sharing a piece of food with others, he would be irritable even if he was near him.

He carefully examined his expression, not daring to take the risk, and pushed him back with a chuckle: "You eat first, and I will eat the rest."

Fang Sen's heart was bubbling with his sweet and greasy appearance, the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing, but his face was still tense, not revealing a smile.

Why are you so considerate, so that he doesn't even know what to do with him!

He didn't reject Song An's tenderness, and directly bit down a piece, the rich and silky chocolate melted in his mouth, so sweet that it almost melted his heart.

Song An didn't mind his saliva, but in order to test Fang Sen's bottom line, he deliberately moved over and took a bite of his hand.After biting, I still don't forget to raise my eyes to observe his expression, and if there is something wrong, I will apologize immediately and make up for the mistake.

Fang Sen's heart was beating like thunder from his intimate gesture, he was afraid that if he got too close, he would be extremely ashamed if Song An heard it.But before he had time to warn his little heart not to jump around, Song An's face turned red and his legs went weak.

In order to hide his expression, he turned around suddenly, his back was facing Song An, his eyes widened, and he exhaled cautiously.

Song An looked at his back thoughtfully, and sure enough, he was too intimate for Fang Sen to accept.

"sorry, I……"

Fang Sen didn't want to see Song An's injured appearance. When he heard his apology, he immediately turned around, stared straight at the floor, and said in a rough voice, "What apologies, you didn't do anything wrong."

Seeing that he didn't seem to mind too much, Song An was slightly relieved. From this point of view, he could get closer.

"Boss Fang, why do you insist on coming to the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum with you? I heard that you are very obsessed with historical antiques from this era. Is there any special connection?"

Seeing Song An talking about business, Fang Sen also calmed down, and his eyes flashed with complexity.If it was someone else, he would definitely not tell the truth, but this is Song An, who obviously cared about himself, so how could he just put those words in perfunctory.

He pinched his eyebrows irritably, and said, "If you have been dreaming a dream since you were a child, wouldn't you want to seek the truth?"

Fang Sen has been dreaming since he was a child. He dreamed that he was wearing a dragon robe and sitting high on the golden palace.

Such nightmares are undoubtedly unbearable for a child. For this reason, he often has a fever and babbles constantly.

Later, when he grew up, he began to seek the truth in historical materials, wishing he could memorize all the life stories of the Holy Emperor.But this not only did not solve his confusion, but made the fog around him deeper.

Why are the things that actually happened as if he experienced them himself?

There was even a time when he couldn't figure out who he really was and had to turn to a psychiatrist.

A psychiatrist can't explain these phenomena, but if he can do some counseling for him, it's better than nothing.

Later, he dreamed that he was lying in a dark coffin, and no matter how much he scratched and called, he couldn't get out of it.It was from then on that he made up his mind to find the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum in order to unravel the mystery in his heart for many years.

Song An was thoughtful, maybe Fang Sen was really the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor, but what is the significance of such an existence?

But seeing Fang Sen's ugly face, he still put his hands on his sleeves soothingly, not only avoiding touching his skin, but also conveying his comfort to him.

"Don't think too much, we've already come in anyway, so it's natural that the soldiers came to cover us up. Besides, you are you, and you can't be someone who has been dead for many years. The so-called reincarnation of the soul is just a superstition."

Fang Sen was still in a dark heart just now, but he was pulled out by this tenderness all of a sudden.He turned his head to look at Song An, surrounded by those eyes as soft as spring rain, and immediately fell completely.

His eyebrows and eyes are so good that I want to collect them, caress them with my fingers every day, and never get bored.

His lips were so rosy that he could not wait to get close to him and wreak havoc, swallowing all his breath into his belly and not giving anyone else a trace.

And that white and smooth skin exuded a soul-stirring fragrance, which clearly tested his will.

Fang Sen gritted his teeth. If it wasn't for the wrong place, he wouldn't want to wrong Song An. He really wanted to rush forward and grind the snow-white skin with his teeth to relieve the itching in his heart.

MD, the damned emperor's mausoleum, the damned nine-storey palace, I really want to torture him to death!

Fang Sen, who was already irritable, became even more irritable now.

After dawn, everyone continued to set off towards the fourth floor. This time, they were much more cautious, their nerves were extremely tense, and they did not dare to be careless.

The fourth floor is a huge tomb pit with a deep depression in the middle, which should be a long river channel, with wooden platforms on the high places on both sides.What's even more amazing is that these swans, cranes and swan geese stand or nest on the shore, or sing loudly or play leisurely in the water, lifelike, relaxed and natural.

And right above the waterway, there is a group of pottery figurines, with the same relaxed expression, with shiny silver nails on their fingers, and musical instruments such as zithers, zithers, and harps in front of them.

Obviously, these terracotta figurines are musicians playing different musical instruments. They use music to domesticate waterfowl. Once the music sounds, the waterfowl will dance with the rhythm of the music.

Such a scene undoubtedly made Professor Li obsessed. Even though he was already distracted by the crisis, seeing so many valuable cultural relics at this time, he was already immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Li Tianhua picked up the camera and wanted to take a picture, but Professor Li gave him a hard look, so he could only turn the camera to another place, and pressed the shooting button at will.

Professor Li was so angry, and knew that he would never repent, at this point, he didn't have the strength to argue anymore, so he just let him go.

In addition, similar scenes are painted with bright paint on the wall, which shows that music was still very popular at that time.

Song An looked around vigilantly, but found that there didn't seem to be any danger here, but it was extremely quiet.But the more this was the case, the more he felt a sense of crisis about to come, which made him shudder and restless.

His intuition is fairly accurate, and this is already the fourth floor, the first three floors are so dangerous, how could there be no danger here.

He didn't dare to be careless, and retreated to Fang Sen's side, not allowing everyone to rest, reminding them to leave as soon as possible.