The carved wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the view from inside was answered. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The faint light came over, all the people took a few steps forward with dull expressions, the candlelight of the ever-bright lamp swayed slightly, the picture was beautiful, and all the people were shocked by the scene in front of them and couldn't express their current emotions in words.

After about a few minutes, Song Yu was the first to come back to his senses, he turned off the miner's lamp, slowly crossed the threshold, and walked in.

Gu Qing and Song Yan glanced at each other and walked in.

A few people walked in, the carved wooden door closed automatically, and a squeaky sound came, and several people were shocked by the sudden movement, and turned back in a panic, and found that there was nothing wrong with it except for the wooden door, and looked at each other. Receiving Song Yu's eyes, they quietly turned around and walked forward again.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes and looked around, and had to admit that the buildings inside were not inferior to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, although the area was much smaller.

The whole tomb is like day and night, through the corridor, a few people came to a pavilion, exquisite carving technology, complete Qin period architectural style, but it is integrated with a variety of cultural elements.

After the gazebo, the scenery in front of you became much more open, and when you looked up, there were many strange-looking characters painted on the stone walls above. If you look closely, it's all a scene related to ancient mythology.

Praise the father day by day, Nuwa mends the sky, and Pangu opens the sky......

A character is lifelike, as if it were alive.

It is inlaid with countless sparkling night pearls, like stars twinkling in the starry sky. Before they could recover from the shock above their heads, they slowly lowered their eyes, and the scenery on the ground came into view.

The long white rivers and verdant mountains give people an immersive feeling. In the center is a huge coffin, red and black patterns, and the edges of the coffin are inlaid with gold and silver.

The sophistication is incomprehensible......

The surrounding rooms were coiled one by one, antique buildings lined up one after another, and the ever-bright lights burning silently between the rows were undisturbed by the intruders. The gazebo leads to the staircase leading to the burial chamber, and several people carefully descend the steps, and in the surrounding houses, there are many clay figurines, as if they are going about their daily activities.

Some are vicious, some are kind, and some are expressionless...... Colorful.

Suddenly, a young man in a green robe came into view, and Gu Qing felt inexplicably familiar. After a long time, he suddenly remembered, wasn't that the man on the mural?

He secretly glanced at Song Yu and found that he was staring intently at the muddy man in Tsing Yi. He couldn't help laughing, slandering in his heart, know it! This time he felt that he couldn't be wrong, but how did Fusu and Song Yu get involved? Gu Qing thought.

The corners of Song Yu's mouth slowly hooked up a smile, and a warm and soft feeling filled the air around him, which made people can't help but think of the word warm as jade.

Fusu ......

The name kept circling in his mind, lingering for a long time. It was like a picture from many years ago, which really appeared in front of him, his thin lips were pursed, and the appearance of wanting to speak made Gu Qing even more puzzled.

However, after thinking about Song Yu's life experience carefully, I felt that there was nothing strange about it.

Suddenly, everyone with their own thoughts collected their emotions and continued to move forward. The winding staircase finally reached the last floor, and they all became cautious.

Standing on the floor of the tomb, slowly looking up, looking at the portraits of multiple figures above my head, the feeling of being about to come out is a lot more depressing.

The verdant mountains and rivers that rose above the ground obscured the view, and they could not take in the view of the magnificent loess, and they carefully crossed the silver-white river, gradually moving closer to the center of the land.

Originally, looking at it from afar, I already felt that the coffin was incomparable, and when I got closer, everyone couldn't help but gasp, and after a closer look, I found that the technique of perfecting the fire was probably unattainable for any craftsman in later generations!

On the corner of the coffin, the gold and silver are inlaid with exquisite patterns, and a lifelike green dragon hovers over it, staring at it with huge eyes, and its majestic appearance is chilling, as if it is about to break free in the next second. If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that it seems to be moving little by little.

If you really want to find a matching coffin, I'm afraid it is only in the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, which has not yet been excavated!

Looking at the beautiful coffin in front of him, Gu Qing's expression was slightly constricted, and he sighed softly. He thought, if Gu Danying was here, she would talk about it again......

Song Yan glanced at the two who were not in a state, stepped forward in a few steps, and stood in front of the tall coffin, staring at it tightly, as if he wanted to see everything inside through the thick coffin.

She slowly raised her arms, her white fingertips climbing on the coffin, and before the two men could react, the heavy coffin was pushed away by her.

Hearing the sound of stabbing, the two of them raised their heads in unison, and experienced her tremendous strength, and there was nothing unusual about this action. The first coffin was pushed open, and a huge picture came into view, and everyone was stunned, and slowly poked their heads in, carefully observing the picture.

Half-ringing, Gu Qing couldn't help the impulse in his heart, and slowly stretched out his slightly cocooned fingers and rubbed them carefully. Suddenly, he muttered to himself, "This is ...... Hu Hai didn't even usurp the throne? ”

He raised his head and looked at Song Yu opposite in disbelief, and his tone was a little sharp.

Hearing this, Song Yu blinked slowly, staring at the picture on the second-floor coffin with deep eyes, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, as if he was going to spit out the turbidity that he had endured in his chest for many years.

Immediately, he nodded.

Oh, yes! Hu Hai was not a usurper, he was the favorite son of the First Emperor, how could he do such a thing? But he is like ordinary people in later generations, and he has always been unwilling to admit it. However, the facts are the facts, and no matter how fake it is, it is still a parallel import.

Because, in his memory, it should be the man who stood under the shade of the tree, wearing a green shirt slightly rolled up by the wind, to get that supreme position.

However, in the end, everything became different, all kinds of suspicion and intrigue put him in prison, and even his most beloved brother became unrecognizable.

There was a trace of mist in his eyes, as if he was going to fall down all the time, Song Yu forced down the depressed emotions in his heart, and then slowly raised his head, his eyes stained with bright red bloodshots.

Under Song Yu's repeated instructions, Song Yan complained frantically in his heart, and carefully opened the second coffin. (To be continued.) )