The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was born, and my immortal identity was exposed

Chapter 39 A new guest! (Please collect, please recommend!!!)

"Be serious!" Chen Chuchu said helplessly, "This is a prop bought by the boss."

"Isn't there a film and television city next to it? I guess it was bought from which crew."

Among the booing people, only the squad leader frowned, carefully looking at the photos on Chen Chuchu's phone.

Hearing this, he raised his head: "If this is a prop, the level of this crew is a bit too high."

"It's a small prop, and the details are restored so well, I'm afraid it's because we invited a history expert to serve as a consultant for Fuhuadao."

The squad leader shook his head, recalling the recent news about a star's exorbitant salary, he couldn't help sighing:
"It's a pity that our country likes to pursue traffic, and such conscientious crews are rare."

"Squad leader, I suspect who you are implying, but I won't say it."

"There's nothing to say, I'm here, isn't it just talking about the eldest sister who earns 200 million a day?"

"Speaking of this, I'm really angry. We who study archaeology, it is estimated that the money we have worked hard for a lifetime will not be worth more than a week."

"Oh, we are here to discover history, clarify the development of our Chinese national civilization, restore and inherit Chinese culture..."

"Master, don't read it, the disciple knows it's wrong!"

After all, the young man was full of vigor, and soon forgot about these unpleasant things, talking and laughing again.

In the afternoon, the group bid farewell to Jiang Sheng and set off on their way back to school.

They are all the proud sons of Yenching University, and they still look forward to a bright future.

……

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when Ying Zheng and the others were coming to visit.

At night, Jiang Sheng watched the strange mist rise again, shook his head, and had to prepare dinner for the dry rice kings again.

However, this time, apart from Jiang Sheng's farm and the Qilin Temple in Xianyang City, there was another place where fog began to fill.

……

In the second year of Zhenguan, there was a drought in the capital, and locusts arose.

The people's livelihood is dying, and they are starving for thousands of miles. It is rumored that some people have to change their sons to eat.

There are rumors in the market: floods and droughts are out of balance, all of which are detrimental to the ruler.

Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty then issued an edict of guilt, praying for good weather, and would rather bear all the disasters with one person.

However, the disaster situation did not improve, but intensified.

Late at night, in the imperial study, Li Shimin was still looking at the memorial.

Among the ten memorials, nine are to explain the disaster situation to him, and the people in the pass are miserable.

"Alas..." Li Shimin put down the memorial wearily, and rubbed his swollen eyebrows.

"I have even issued an edict of guilt, but the disaster situation is still not getting better, what should I do?"

Empress Changsun also stayed by Li Shimin's side tonight, seeing her sweetheart in such distress, she forced a smile and said:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, maybe there will be a turning point soon."

"Guanyin maidservant, don't comfort me." Li Shimin took the tea from Empress Changsun and took a sip:
"It's getting late, you go back and rest, I have to read these memorials again."

Empress Changsun could only respond, gave Li Shimin a worried look, and left accompanied by the maid.

In the dead of night, the imperial study room was still brightly lit.

It's just that Li Shimin was still immersed in the memorial, and didn't notice that a little fog gradually rose outside the imperial study.

At first, it was just a little mist, so the guards outside the door didn't take it seriously.

However, the situation took a turn for the worse, and in just a few breaths, the mist wrapped the imperial study room layer by layer.

The guards turned pale with fright, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately rushed into the fog, trying to rescue Li Shimin.

However, the imperial study room, which was originally only a few meters away, suddenly seemed to be erased from this world by the great power of an immortal.

No matter how they search, they will find nowhere!
Just rushed into the mist one second, and walked out again the next second.

"Your Majesty!" A guard shouted anxiously, but there was no response.

Not to mention how anxious these guards were like ants on fire.

In the imperial study room, it was still quiet, and Li Shimin didn't hear the shouts from outside.

It's just that the mist also penetrated into the imperial study room.

Finally, Li Shimin noticed the strange mist.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the window, but there was nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Where are the left and right?" Li Shimin kept calm and called out, but no one answered for a long time.

He got up quickly, walked to the door, and pushed open the door of the Imperial Study Room.

The mist suddenly poured into the room, covering everything in the imperial study.

"Gudong."

Li Shimin couldn't hold back and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Back then, on the banks of the Weishui River, when he led Fang Xuanling and others to face Jieli Khan's army of more than [-] alone, he was not so nervous.

Because at that time his opponent was human anyway, but the current scene was not artificial at all.

If it weren't for evildoers, only gods and the like could have such a skill.

Li Shimin made up his mind, whether it was a blessing or a disaster, and the disaster could not be avoided.

If the evildoer wanted to take his life, it would be in vain.

But if it is a fairy?
The tragedy in Guanzhong seems to be vivid in my mind, I have just issued an edict of guilt, could it be that my sincerity has moved the immortals in the sky?
With such self-comfort, Li Shimin's heartbeat gradually calmed down.

"I am the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty, but I don't know who you are?"

He stood at the door of the imperial study room and shouted angrily into the thick fog.

But this is destined to not get a response.

After thinking again and again, Li Shimin finally stepped out of the threshold and walked towards the mist.

……

In Daqin, mist once again rose in the Qilin Hall.

The soldiers were already numb, and His Majesty, who watched them off, led people in again.

"How many days will our Majesty go this time?"

"It will take ten days anyway."

"I guess in half a month, the loser treats them to a drink!"

"..."

Yingzheng only brought Fusu with him this time, while Meng Yi and Wang Ben still had important responsibilities on their shoulders and couldn't leave.

At present, the technological research and development of papermaking and ironmaking has reached a critical moment, and they must watch.

Knowing that today is the day to see Jiang Sheng again, the two could only send Ying Zheng away with tears in their eyes.

Before leaving, I begged Ying Zheng to bring them some food and drink, hey, these two gluttons.

Still so familiar with the road, when the fog around Yingzheng and Fusu gradually dissipated, Jiang Sheng's courtyard had appeared in front of their eyes.

However, in the next second, their pupils shrank in unison.

Because not far away, from the thick fog, another person came out.

I saw that he was tall and tall, with an extraordinary appearance, a strong crown and a curly beard, quite calm and majestic.

He is also wearing a yellow robe, and on the yellow robe is a real dragon with teeth and claws.

The man walked slowly, looking around while walking, very careful.

So he soon saw the two of Ying Zheng, his expression was suffocated, and he stopped.

Before Ying Zheng could ask a question, the man spoke first:

"Who are you waiting for, and what kind of sorcery did you use to lure me here? It's clear that I'm still in the imperial study!"

(End of this chapter)