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Chapter 479: Inside the Imperial Mausoleum

The next morning, Xiao Jin sat at the table in a bad mood, poking the porridge in the bowl with his chopsticks.

She rubbed her slightly swollen eyes, yawned, and suddenly realized that the guys around her didn't seem to have eaten breakfast.

"Why are you looking at me?" Xiao Jin asked unhappily.

Tao Yunjiang looked away awkwardly and gulped down his porridge. Fang Tang calmly withdrew his gaze, as if nothing had happened. Now only one person was still watching.

"I'm asking you, Xie Lingwan. What are you looking at? Haven't you seen my face?"

"I've definitely never seen one." Xie Lingwan nodded, "I've never seen such a loser."

"you!"

Xiao Jin was about to refute, but suddenly stopped as if she had thought of something, and her slightly pale face turned red.

She hesitated and asked in a low voice without confidence: "You... who are you calling a waste?"

Xie Lingwan gently pushed over a list with her index finger, which listed more than a dozen medicinal herbs.

Xiao Jin took it and asked, "What is this?"

She glanced at it and her expression instantly became tense. She saw things like ginseng, astragalus, atractylodes, jujube, etc., all of which were herbs used to replenish qi.

Xiao Jin raised her head and met the slightly sympathetic gazes of the three of them. She felt her face burning and her voice was trembling with anger.

"You...what are you three looking at?" Xiao Jin's face flushed, with the pink color spreading all the way to her neck.

"It took less than an incense stick of time." Fang Tang said succinctly, "You fainted, and in the end it was Yun Jiang who cleaned up the mess."

Xiao Jin turned to look at Tao Yunjiang angrily, only to find that her sister actually nodded in agreement: "Xiao Jin, you really should take some supplements."

"I just didn't perform well last night. I'm usually... I'm not like this normally!" Xiao Jin slammed the table and tried to save her image, but obviously no one believed her.

She put the list away, sat down as if nothing had happened, drank her porridge in silence, and decided not to mention the matter again.

A bunch of shameless women, actually peeking at such things. When I, Xiao Xiaojin, become the queen, I will show you how I will deal with you bunch of slaves.

Xiao Jin had his own plans in mind.

She began to change the subject: "Where is Brother Fang?"

Fang Tang replied, "The Eastern Palace Guards suffered heavy losses in the war and are now replenishing their troops. As a core member of the Four Guards, you naturally have to show up."

"Speaking of this, Prime Minister Xie, I do not plan to attend the peace talks on the ninth day of this month," Fang Tang said.

Xie Lingwan looked at her, pondered for a moment, and said nothing.

Tao Yunjiang frowned and said, "If the emperor doesn't show up for such a big event like the peace talks between the two countries, will it affect your prestige?"

"Generally speaking, that's the case." Fang Tang smiled, "But with Ling Wan here, this won't be a problem."

"As long as she is willing to cooperate with me."

Xie Lingwan calmly put down her chopsticks and wiped her hands. "The Great Zhou has been trapped by the foreign races in the south for a long time. In the thousand years since Emperor Wu, no emperor has ever achieved a complete victory in the war against the foreign races. If you attend the peace talks on the ninth day of the first lunar month, you will definitely go down in history. Are you sure you don't want such a good opportunity?"

"It's just an empty name, I don't need it." Fang Tang was very open-minded, "I only need one thing."

Xie Lingwan's eyes narrowed, and she immediately said lightly: "...Impossible."

"Why doesn't Wanwan listen to what she wants?" Tao Yunjiang tilted his head, expressing his confusion.

"Oh, you are so stupid." Xiao Jin rubbed her head lovingly, "They are arguing about the order of priority."

Who is the king and who is the husband is a matter of etiquette.

"Oh!" Tao Yunjiang suddenly realized, and muttered in his heart, "Is this thing really necessary? It's making a fuss out of nothing..."

"Don't be so quick to reject me, Ling Wan." Fang Tang was not angry. "With so many censors and scholars, they will surely be able to come up with a way to have the best of both worlds."

"Let's not talk about this for now. On the day of the peace talks, I need you to help me and the Great Zhou to gain more benefits." Fang Tang said, "For this kind of thing, I think Xie Xiang, who is well versed in the laws of nature, should be more professional than me."

"What are the principles and bottom line?" Xie Lingwan asked.

"We must make concessions in the market, take back the Hetao area, and withdraw from the Hexi Corridor a thousand miles away." Fang Tang said, "These three points must be achieved. If we fail, we will continue to fight.

Fang Tang smiled and said, "As for how much extra profit we can get from the aliens, it will all be left to Prime Minister Xie to decide."

"Yun Jiang and Xiao Jin should accompany Ling Wan that day. Having two more seventh-level wizards can also prevent those wizards in Chi Le Chuan from having any bad intentions."

"Of course they wouldn't dare to do that." Xiao Jin curled her lips. "On that day, almost all of the strongest forces of the Great Zhou will gather in Luojing. If the people of Chi Lechuan dare to take action, they must be prepared to die here."

"Don't look down on them. The Holy Blessings of Chi Le Chuan are proficient in the power of cause and effect, and their methods are unfathomable. When Emperor Wu went on an expedition to Mobei, he suffered a great loss at their hands." Xie Lingwan reminded, "According to the border report, some Holy Blessings have already headed south to Luojing. Xuanzhong Guards had better keep a close eye on them."

"Okay, I'll send more people." Xiao Jin nodded.

"Let's go, let's go." Tao Yunjiang wiped his mouth after eating, stood up and stretched lazily, "It's time to go to work."

"Wait for me Jiang Jiang, I'll go with you."

Xiao Jin took two quick steps to catch up with her. For a moment, only Xie Lingwan and Fang Tang were left in the front hall.

Xie Lingwan was still drinking her porridge slowly and elegantly: "You are not participating in the peace talks. I guess you have other more important things to do that day."

"What's wrong, Prime Minister Xie?" Fang Tang pretended to be resentful and said, "As the emperor, can't I have my own entertainment time? Can't I take the teacher to go boating and fishing on the river that day?"

Xie Lingwan smiled and agreed: "Your Majesty is in a good mood."

Fang Tang stood up and paced towards the main gate, with his hands behind his back: "Something happened in the imperial mausoleum."

Xie Lingwan's eyes narrowed.

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Two days ago, Tianxiong Palace.

This place, which was the royal palace of Luoyang, was severely damaged in the siege of the rebels a few days ago. It is now being repaired in a hurry, and only a small part of the huge workload has been completed.

The new marble floor tiles were shiny and reflective, and a marble column that had not yet been carved with runes stood beside it. There were no chairs, so Fang Tang stood behind a half-person-high table by himself, and the tip of his red brush made a rustling sound.

"Your Majesty, Commander Xiao requests to see you." The Luantai Guards reported respectfully.

"Xiao Jin?" Fang Tang put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and felt a little strange.

Why did she come to find him?
"Let her in."

"Yes!"

A moment later, Xiao Jin, dressed in black armor, walked up to her with a sword in hand and saluted in a rather perfunctory manner.

Fang Tang snorted and sneered, "No one comes to visit you for no reason. How come Xuan Zhongwei's immediate superior has time to come to my little emperor's study?" "Do you think I want to come?" Xiao Jin rolled her eyes, not tolerating her sarcasm at all, "If it weren't for my brother Fang's face, I would have been sick every day."

"Okay, no more nonsense, let's get down to business."

Xiao Jin said seriously, "There is something that is neither big nor small. Xuan Zhongwei has heard about it recently. Logically speaking, I don't need to go there in person for something of this magnitude, but this time it is really a little special."

Fang Tang glared at her and said, "Just tell me straight, no need to beat around the bush."

"Your ancestral tomb has been robbed."

Fang Tang: "?"

"The imperial mausoleum at Xishan in Luojing was blown up by the Wang family of Shangyuan." Xiao Jin sighed, "The array stones guarding the imperial mausoleum were all destroyed, and the side gate of the sacred road was broken open for more than ten meters. The Xuanzhong Guards have secretly controlled the scene, blocked the news, and prohibited anyone from approaching."

Fang Tang gritted his teeth in anger: "Why did the Shangyuan Wang family...rob my ancestors' imperial tombs?"

"It should be to get some valuables to raise military funds. After all, the army they mobilized in the later stages of the war was too large, and Bingzhou's finances alone could not afford it. It's just that the method they used is really a bit..."

Xiao Jin looked at her with sympathy.

No one would tolerate their ancestral tomb being robbed, let alone someone of Fang Tang's status.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Fang Tang took a deep breath and asked again.

"Yes." Xiao Jin nodded, his expression a little solemn. "There is a huge extraordinary energy reaction coming from the mausoleum. Due to the isolation of the imperial mausoleum's luck, its source cannot be accurately found, but according to preliminary judgment, it should belong to Mingwu's blood."

"Mingwu..."

Fang Tang was silent for a moment: "Are you saying... there are still living people in this mausoleum?"

"uncertain."

Xiao Jin shook his head.

"Logically speaking, Xuanzhongwei has no right to investigate the royal mausoleum." Xiao Jin paused and suddenly smiled, "Although we have never deliberately followed this rule before."

"So, your majesty, what do you want us to do?"

Fang Tang stared at the vermilion reply on the memorial in front of him thoughtfully, lost in thought.

After a long while, she put down her pen: "The Xuanzhong Guard remains as it is. As for the unusual movement in the mausoleum..."

"I'll go myself."

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The Xishan Imperial Mausoleum in Luojing is one of the two imperial mausoleums of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the other being the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum outside Changming. Every emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty would select one in advance and start construction of his own mausoleum before his death.

Fang Qianyi's Chengling Mausoleum is located in the core area of ​​the Xishan Imperial Mausoleum. In addition, there is also a burial place of an emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty who is quite special to Fang Tang.

Emperor Xuan of Zhou Fang Yuan, her father.

Fang Tang looked up at the relief of the dragon with bared fangs and claws in front of him, as if he was seeing through a hundred years of mist and rain, and meeting the cold gaze of his father.

If the teacher had not appeared, if there had not been the fire five hundred years ago, perhaps I would have been buried here, turning into dry bones in an unknown tomb. At that time, the last motto left to me by the world might have been just a simple sentence "Tomb of Princess Taiping".

"Does this count as me going home?" Fang Tang's fingertips gently brushed across the ferocious dragon head, his eyes suddenly realizing.

The tomb that Shangyuan Wang clan robbed this time was none other than the Chengling Mausoleum of Emperor Wu Fang Qianyi. Perhaps it was because they thought that there would be more gold and silver treasures in the tomb of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, or perhaps they had long lost the slightest reverence for the people buried here.

Fang Tang saw a giant breach that was more than ten meters high. The patterns of the formation on the edge of the breach were dim, and the energy had been exhausted.

She walked in through the gap, and after walking up dozens of steps, the scene in front of her suddenly opened up, familiar yet strange. Although she was more than 20 meters underground, this vast space was still as bright as day. The South Palace was upright, and the North Palace was majestic. The mausoleum of Emperor Wu Fang Qianyi perfectly reproduced the layout of the two palaces of Changming in the north and south, which could be called Changming underground.

She turned her gaze towards the source of the light in the entire tomb - the spire of the Taiji Hall. Even underground, the four-sided spire of the Taiji Hall still pointed to the sky, shining brightly day and night.

Behind Fang Tang was the outer wall of the tomb, which was paved with white jade and glowing with light. In front of him was a huge gate shaped like a red bird spreading its wings ready to fly. It was the Vermillion Bird Gate through which officials passed when they went to court. The location where the robbery hole extended from top to bottom was just outside the Vermillion Bird Gate of the Nangong South Gate.

The chaotic muddy footprints stretched forward on the white jade floor tiles all the way to the Suzaku Gate, which was where the elusive source of blood and energy appeared.

There were a large number of footprints, distributed in a strip area about a hundred feet wide. It seemed that the number of people sent by the Shangyuan Wang family to rob the tomb was no less than a thousand.

"Maybe I can collect the bodies of those rats from the Uehara Wang family." Fang Tang snorted coldly and drew the Xuan Yao sword to his side.

She followed the footprints in the mud and walked forward step by step. As she got closer to the core of Nangong, the intensity of the strange blood energy continued to increase.

At the beginning, Fang Tang could only feel the blood fluctuations equivalent to the third level of Mingwu. Later, it gradually increased to the level of godhood. When she passed the Suzaku Gate, the blood fluctuations were already comparable to that of Mingwu at the peak of the seventh level.

Fang Tang felt uneasy: "What on earth is this thing?"

She hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up the idea of ​​turning back to look for reinforcements. The reason was simple, Chengling's luck was particularly strong, and here, Fang Tang, who used his luck to fight, could exert the strength of the eighth level, surpassing anyone in the world.

If she can't solve it, then calling for reinforcements will be of no use.

Passing the Chaohui Hall, she finally got a glimpse of the scene in front of the Taiji Hall.

Endless blood.

The strong smell of blood came before the color of blood. The two sides of the path where the ministers went to court were full of broken limbs. The white jade floor was soaked with blood, and the blood, like a silk ribbon, was strangely still not dry. Even the corpses did not rot.

This place is so vivid, so vivid that it doesn’t seem like something that happened a few months ago, but rather like the aftermath of a war.

Fang Tang recognized who these people were by the way they were dressed.

"Hedong Death Warriors..."

Fang Tang's heart almost sank to the bottom.

These were not tomb robbers at all, but professionally trained elites from Bingzhou. This elite force of the Shangyuan Wang clan was matched against the Xuanzhong Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty, whose cultivation was generally above the fourth level and numbered about a thousand.

They missed the Battle of Xiangyang and were all buried in the Imperial Mausoleum in Xishan, Luoyang.

This was not a battle, it was a one-sided massacre.

Who is it?

Behind the broken swords and halberds and the corpses scattered all over the ground, in front of the golden light of Tai Chi, a hunched but still tall figure was half-kneeling there. He had his back to Fang Tang, bowed his head towards the north, and was silent and respectful like a pilgrim.

The incomplete white robe was mottled like fish scales, the remaining armor was rusted, and the long gray hair was covered with tragic blood.

This figure...she seemed to have seen it somewhere before?
"Another person who lost his life in vain." The old man said hoarsely.

The moment he heard this voice, Fang Tang's eyes trembled, and his excited but unsure voice almost whispered:

"Sword Saint...Grandpa?"

(End of this chapter)