After talking with Cao Pi at night, for three days, Qiao Er did not leave the house again, or he couldn't go out at all.

In the past three days, Qiao Er's school captain's mansion in a remote place in the southwest corner of Luoyang City can be said to have been broken.

All kinds of princes and nobles came to the door one after another to say hello, what kind of joy is this, Qiao Er naturally knows it, although he is Cao Gongqin's touching gold captain, but this Cao Gong has just passed away, and he quickly got involved with Cao Pi, Cao Pi killed Cao Zhi with lightning speed, unified the dynasty, in the eyes of everyone, he naturally became Cao Pi's minister, and now that the situation has stabilized, it is natural to tie up his own God of Wealth.

Cao Qin not only came once by himself, but also brought Xiao Si and the female envoy to the school captain's mansion, and the congratulatory gifts of gold, silver and jewelry were not less than half a point.

For three days in a row, the hammer ate a round belly and a fat face, but Xiao Feiying was a little too lazy to pay attention to these people, and took care of himself in the backyard, making the whole yard like a pharmacy, drying a lot of herbs.

In the twenty-fifth year of Jian'an, Cao Cao died of illness in Luoyang City at the age of sixty-six, and Cao Pi, the king of martial arts, ascended the throne.

The morning dawned, and the sky was only slightly bright, Qiao Er looked at the sun slowly rising above his head, and thought to himself, today can be regarded as an auspicious day for the zodiac.

Qiao Er's two sons were wearing captain's official robes, their hair crowns were waiting, and the little flying warbler and Wang Tiehammer were also neatly dressed in purple and gold official uniforms, and behind them were a group of more than 200 soldiers wearing neat armor, all of whom wore white silk and sackcloth.

On the palace square, there are eight or nine, seventy-two golden silk nanmu coffins, the mouth and mouth are all made of good nanmu, just the width is more than two zhang, very wide, on the high platform, Cao Pi wears linen clothes and wears filial piety, his expression is very sad, a wave of the robe, which means that it can be funeral.

The two envoys on either side of Cao Pi were dressed in linen robes, and held a meniscus-shaped instrument similar to a horn in both hands, because it was too large, and two armor soldiers in front of them were on their shoulders.

After Cao Pi waved his hand, the two ceremonial officials beside him also blew these two instruments at the same time, and the humming sound seemed to cause the heavens and the earth to resound, which was really spectacular and desolate.

After a cup of tea, the head of the civil officials walked out of the hundred officials, at this time the Wei State was still subordinate to the Han Dynasty, so the head of the civil officials could not be called the prime minister, only to see a white-bearded old man is also a neat wearer of official uniforms, holding a roll of bamboo rolls out, standing on the high platform, and reading out loudly Cao Cao's achievements in this life, this one by one read magnificently, swallowing mountains and rivers, Qiao Er listened to it is indeed a little embarrassed, this Cao Sikong can definitely be regarded as a hero.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Erzi and his son seemed to be a little unable to stand, and the hammer came to Qiao Er's ear and lowered his voice and said:

"Second brother, it's a little untenable, why are the etiquettes in the palace so cumbersome, the sun is hanging overhead, why is it not over yet."

Qiao Er himself knows that it is cumbersome, but he didn't expect it to be so cumbersome, it's been almost four hours, which is that the hammer can't stand, and he is a little untenable, Qiao Er just half-turned around and whispered to the hammer:

"You idiot, shut your mouth."

Suddenly, the hands of the civil officials shouted from the high platform:

"Funeral".

Qiao Er was also a clever and hurriedly ordered.

At that time, Qiao Er immediately ordered, on the square, seventy-two golden silk nanmu coffins were lifted almost at the same time, rows of armored soldiers were dressed in linen and filial piety, starting from the four directions of the square, towards the east and west, north and south of Luoyang City, four city gates, each team of people and horses has a soldier riding a high-headed horse to lead, behind there are the soul flags, scattering paper money, carrying coffins, crying and mourning, each team is a lot, seventy-two golden silk nanmu coffins of the honor guard out of the city at the same time, that is really spectacular.

After the seventy-two golden silk nanmu coffins left the city gate, the funeral procession scattered with Luoyang City as the center.

Many people asked, what did Qiao Erzi and his party do in the past half a month, and what were they talking about after talking with Cao Pi all night.

Cao Cao was wise and martial, and he set up an official thief like Captain Jin in the army, which is really indignant to people and gods, but why did Cao Cao risk this kind of great disobedience, in ancient times, it was not like today, even the lower nine streams would look down on you if they did this kind of digging graves, and Cao Cao set up the official position of Captain Jin in order to steal the Ming weapon to provide financial support for the army, but secretly asked Qiao Er to find the golden silk jade armor of the king Emperor Xin to treat his head wind.

Cao Cao knew that Qiao Er and these people had the means to steal the things in the tomb, even if they arranged a secret secret passage to prevent the tomb robbers from visiting, so when Cao Cao knew that his life was not long in his later years, he had already arranged the burial method of thin burial with his descendants.

So Qiao Er and his two sons came up with the plan of the seventy-two suspicious coffins, and for half a month, Qiao Er took Xiao Feiying, Wang Tiehammer and Xu Shaoyang and a group of black-clothed tigers and leopards to ride all over the nearby famous mountains and rivers, from dragon veins to rivers, as long as it is a treasure cave with good feng shui, they are all marked on that map, and a total of 80 relative maps are made and distributed to the seventy-two funeral teams.

The rest was basically kept by King Wei, and Qiao Er didn't want Cao Pi to think that he had secretly hidden the map of Cao Cao's suspicious coffin.

But these seventy-two places, in fact, none of them are true, everything is Qiao Er's arrangement of doubtful clouds, Qiao Er chose another place, and the position of the seventy-two doubtful coffins corresponds to the circumference, Shanghe seventy-two Tiangang Xing, the real burial position is still hugged by seventy-two doubtful coffins, it is said that this is not a feng shui treasure, but because of the arrangement of these seventy-two doubtful coffins, Qiao Er has created a top-level feng shui array, and the real Cao Gong Cemetery is in the center of this array, absorbing and breathing feng shui aura.

At night, the clouds were thick, it seemed that it was about to rain, and the air pressure was also very low, taking advantage of the night, Qiao Er's sons, Xiao Feiying, and Wang Tiehammer set off with hundreds of soldiers and craftsmen, there was no official road, afraid of attracting attention, and they hurried all the way, while the sky was not yet bright, Qiao Er and his party went to a big mountain, and the trees in the mountain were still lush and green, it was midsummer, and the grass and trees in the forest were also long and lush.

Qiao Er's people set up camp at the foot of this mountain, Xiao Feiying looked at the soil bag in front of him that may not be called a mountain, Xiao Feiying also learned the art of feng shui with his father since he was a child, but he was not very attentive, and he was not proficient, but he was not incomprehensible, the direction of the mountain in front of him, not to mention what kind of feng shui treasure land, it is estimated that there are people who believe in the fierce land, the middle position of the mountain on both sides, and the mountain seal, it is simply a bad mouth.

"Second brother, are you sure you want to be here?"

Before Qiao Er could reply, Xu Shaoyang, who came with him on the side, stepped forward and asked:

"Why, does Captain Little Flying Warbler think there is something wrong with this place?"

Qiao Er smiled and said:

"What does she know, this is definitely a feng shui treasure, the burial of Duke Cao is the biggest thing in the Wei State, and the lower officials dare not slack off."

Seeing Qiao Er talking like this, Xiao Feiying didn't say anything more.