Chapter 166: The Post-Era Development of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor (Stay tuned - 孑 or Not 2)

When Yun Lang woke up in the morning, he still felt that his head hurt a lot, and he drank too much of the defective green ant wine of the Great Han Kingdom.

The mash is not like the mash, the wine is not like the wine, and there is even a smell of vinegar grains, and it is really boring to take a big sip of wine and then spit out half a mouthful of the lees.

The small wontons with red sleeves are very delicious, you can eat two in one bite, and a big bowl of wontons will be eaten, and the soul that was lost by the green ant wine will return.

Cao Xiang didn't go back to the camp of the palace guards of Changmen last night, but lived next door to Yun Lang, when Yun Lang was eating wontons, he had already finished breakfast and was gesturing a spear in the courtyard.

"Don't do it, no matter how diligent you are, you can't compare to Huo Quzhi and Li Kang in terms of personal force, so it's better to spend your efforts on the intrigues and tricks that you are good at."

Yun Lang took his rice bowl and looked at Cao Xiangdao, who was practicing assassination.

Cao Xiang patted his head and said: "There is no need to practice conspiracy and trickery, I am a conspirator by nature, and I always have to go to the battlefield, so there is no harm in practicing more." ”

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

Speaking of Gongsun Ao, Cao Xiang's anger couldn't be suppressed, and he dropped the spear in his hand and said, "What's it!" Yesterday, I deliberately set up such a big battle to thank him, thank him on behalf of my mother, and prove that my Cao family received his favor for this help, and there will be a report in the future.

Now, he has squandered his hard-earned favor with a single sentence, how can there be a person like him in the world? ”

Yun Lang stuffed the last wonton into his mouth and swallowed it, put down his rice bowl and said, "When your horizons are broader, you won't be angry."

Now your question is, how do you deal with the contempt that your arrogant generals have for you? ”

"Without him, only fame and fortune, I may not have strong force, but I have great power!" Cao Xiang picked up the spear again, inserted it on the weapon rack under the porch, and went upstairs.

Yun Lang believed that Cao Xiang would handle this matter well, and in his own way, controlling his subordinates was something he had done since he was a child.

A month and a half of training has made Yun Lang a lot stronger, at least the muscles in his chest and abdomen have some shape.

Holding on to the railing, he jumped down from the second floor in mid-air, and the tiger happily followed, thinking that Yun Lang was going to start a game with him.

One person and one tiger rushed out of Yun's house, running along the long sink shelf towards the pine forest, the tiger ran for a while and had to stop and wait for Yun Lang, once Yun Lang was about to catch his tail, this guy ran wild again, this kind of game Tiger enjoyed very much.

The silk reeling shed in the pine forest is silent, occasionally one or two sparrows fly out of the shed, and two women guarding the shed sit leisurely on the sunny slope sewing winter clothes and enjoying the early winter sunshine by the way.

The tiger mischievously ran to Yun Lang with someone's sewing basket to offer flattery, Yun Lang returned the woman's sewing basket, said a few gossips, and gritted his teeth and walked into the big courtyard where Dazai lived.

These days, Yun Lang has tried to avoid coming here, and there is no Dazai's large courtyard, which is just an ordinary courtyard in the pine forest.

Dazai is gone, and the teacher of the Yun family is gone, and no one has asked him again since Xiao Worm asked once and was thrown into a tantrum by Yun Lang.

Two old men sat happily in the sun, one grinding wood with a grinding stone, the other fiddling with wheat straw, and a small model of the palace that was almost finished appeared on the table under the eaves.

Yun Lang sat down at the table and began to re-fiddle with the combined model according to his own ideas......

After fiddling with it, he fixed it with fish glue, moved it into the house, put it on a huge table, and put it together with the rest of the part, and if Dazai was still alive, he could see that it was a model of the tomb of the First Emperor.

The model diagram has been completed in two, and Yun Lang deliberately covered up the Zhangtai Palace, even so, there was still a large blank space on the huge table.

On the side of the table, there is also a model, that is, a miniature model of the Yun Manor, if you just come in and look at these things, people will only be shocked by the exquisite craftsmanship of the two savages who know how to craft, and will think that Yun Lang is planning to build a more beautiful manor, and will not think of anything else.

At least, Gillian is very interested in the model of the Yun family, and there is also a set of miniature models of the Changmen Palace at the mercy of Gillian herself.

And Huo Qubing had a model of the city in the Yun family's room, and he often stayed up all night studying how to defend the city, or attack the city.

The plan to turn the Mausoleum of the First Emperor into a miniature model began a long time ago.

Every time you enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, it is actually an exploration of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor by Yun Lang, and the silk threads that are densely covered with the Mausoleum of the First Emperor are the things left by Yun Lang in measuring the size of various parts of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

Dazai thought that Yun Lang was making some preparations for his own safety, but who knew that this was Yun Lang calculating the area of the entire imperial tomb, and the area of the imperial tomb was really a little small in terms of this mountain-like huge mound.

With the great talent of the First Emperor, it was impossible for him to prepare only such a small thing for himself who was about to be resurrected.

Compared to this huge mausoleum, Yun Lang was more interested in the princess of the Qin Kingdom who committed suicide with a sword.

It's been a long time since she died, and as a royal nobleman, it's really strange that the guards didn't collect her body.

When Dazai got the short sword, the painful look couldn't be hidden from Yun Lang, a caring person.

It was a matter of course that everything that should be Dazai belonged to Dazai, so Yunlang burned the trestle bridge and closed the Zhangtai Palace.

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

Yun Lang couldn't do these things when Dazai was alive, and now that Dazai is dead, Yun Lang will no longer have any scruples.

The pine forest courtyard is not very far from the waterfall, and it is not far from the mausoleum of the imperial guards.

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, silent for a long time and still did not go in.

The model of the statue had already been made, and as long as Yun Lang was willing, he could condense all the bones of the mausoleum guards in the tomb into clay.

Yun Lang didn't want to start this work sooner, he wanted to complete this difficult work by himself, as the last petal of heart incense dedicated to Dazai.

The Broken Dragon Stone should be put down after all, and Yun Lang relied on his intuition to think that the place where Dazai could enter must not be too important.

Perhaps Yun Lang knows more about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor than Dazai, at least, three miles away from the east side of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, under the land covered with hemp seeds, there are three huge terracotta warriors and horses that Dazai does not know.

The mausoleum is too big, and the area is too wide, and small people standing on it can never get a glimpse of the whole picture, so deception and concealment naturally appear.

The Mausoleum of the First Emperor is a huge unsolved mystery for Yun Lang, and Yun Lang wants to know how many mysteries the First Emperor has made after his death.

The feeling of having a secret treasure alone is happy, which is enough for Yun Lang to spend his whole life to discover and finally enjoy the treasure alone.

Yun Lang left Lishan and walked through the pine forest with the tiger, who always liked to chase the grouse, but always failed.

He is now somewhat pampered, and never forcibly catches grouse that burrows into thorn bushes, which messes up his beautiful fur.

Smoke billows from Gillian's Nagato Palace, which is the land where Gillian's servants are preparing to cultivate to burn weeds and shrubs.

Noble people become unpretentious as long as they associate with the peasants, and Gillian, with a blue silk cloth wrapped around her head, is like the mistress of a landlord's house, and is sending servants to set fire to the ground.

Seeing Yun Lang coming, he beckoned to him, pointed to the land that had been burned, and said, "Look at it, is there enough ashes?" ”

Yun Lang sighed, very emotional about the style of the local tyrant's family, when the Yun family burned the ground, there was only a layer of ash half an inch thick on the ground, and the ashes on the land of Gillian's family were half a foot thick, and I don't know how many things she has burned on the land these days.

"The ashes are enough, but you have to plow the land at once, and turn all the ashes into the dirt, or if the wind blows, if the ashes are blown away by the wind, you will be in vain."

Gillian glanced at Yunlang and said, "Are you smart?" Da Changqiu had already thought about it, the ashes were wet, how could he run?

Even if you run a thousand miles, it's not on my family's land! ”

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