Ling Shang quickly judged that this bloodstain had been left not long ago.

The owner of the bloodstain may still be in the coffin.

Ling Shang followed the bloodstain to the elephant's right hind foot.

The inner walls of the elephant's foot are also covered with various types of elite weapons and armor.

Unlike the ones you see when you come, the corners of these armors and weapons are engraved with the word "Chiyou".

Chi You was defeated by Xuanyuan, and the clansmen scattered.

In the records of later generations, Xuanyuan was holy, and Chi was particularly evil.

Either Caesar or nothing; The records in the history books are never truly objective.

Ye Mushen's confusion was no less than that of Ling Shang, and he was stunned for a moment before he staggered to follow.

Seeing the offerings on both sides, he couldn't help but think: In the mausoleum of Emperor Xuanyuan, there are so many enemy weapons and armor...... It seems that the Xuanyuan Sage is also a master of the game who is good at taking advantage of the enemy.

Just like the night glass, the fatal blow that broke down the Jiang clan was the use of the Jiang clan's own seemingly impregnable defense.

Ling Shang seemed to be able to hear his heart and stretched out his hand towards him, "Which emperor will be a true saint?" It was just to make the people obedient, and to burn the ugly history books, leaving only words of praise. ”

Ye Mushen held his hand and said with a faint smile, "A person who can become an emperor, if he becomes a saint, it is a waste." ”

"What is a person who can become an emperor, but if he becomes a hermit?"

Ye Mushen thought for a moment, "That kind of person...... Either they will kill themselves, or they will kill countless people. ”

Ling Shang did not continue the topic again. He just wants to get out as soon as possible now.

The two of them reached the bottom of the elephant's foot, and the blood stopped in front of a bronze wall.

Paradoxically, there is no door on this copper wall at all.

Ye Mu Shen touched the rough texture of the wall twice, but found that he had lost even the sense of touch.

He forced himself to calm and asked, "Could there be a secret door here like before, which can only be seen by Yan Huan?" ”

Ling Shang couldn't think of any other possibility, so he nodded lightly.

I was about to shake the fire extinguisher, but suddenly it was dark in front of me.

He only vaguely heard Ye Mushen call his name in a panic.

……

……

Three days later, Taishou Mansion.

Jiang Qingyun angrily dismissed the two old doctors, scolded the maid who was waiting on the side and was still angry, and walked back and forth in the room, smashing everything that could fall, and kicking those who couldn't kick a few times.

The medical skills of the two old doctors are also calculated, but they are helpless against Ye Mushen in a coma, no wonder Jiang Qingyun is angry like this.

And Jiang Taishou's life is even more difficult.

Since bidding farewell to the new prince in Dali Temple, he has been angry.

I think it was his previous means of obstructing Song Xiaomin everywhere that reached Ye Mutao's ears.

was stumped by a young prince with mediocre political achievements, and the hearts of the Taishou adults were also very suffocated.

Therefore, in the past half month, he hadn't paid much attention to his own Seventh Young Master, who was the most troublesome.

Three days ago, Jiang Qingyun suddenly brought back the unconscious waste prince, and asked the second prince to borrow a famous doctor (the famous doctors in the city were all called to deal with the epidemic).

After that, Jiang Taishou's situation was even more embarrassing.

Song Xiaomin, Ling Shang and Yan Huan are all missing, and only Ye Mushen has returned.

Ye Mu Tao wanted to take Ye Mu ginseng away, but Jiang Qingyun didn't let him, and set a rule, unless he could win at the gambling table, no one would want to take Ye Mu ginseng away.

The second prince lost ugly, and his disgust with Jiang's father and son was even deeper.

He privately sent someone to find Song Xiaomin and them, and he became a little nervous because of worry for several days.

Song Xiaomin always said that everything he did was for him.

But the discerning Dali Siqing never knew what he really wanted.