Datang broom star

Jia Pingan next door was not woken up this time and slept soundly.

Jia Pingan came out to wash up, and the door next door opened, and Ming Jing walked out with her legs crossed.

"Walk more decently! Otherwise, those who don't know will think that I have done something to you."

Jia Pingan went to wash up, came back and had breakfast together, and immediately began to ask questions.

One morning down, nothing.

"The deceased committed suicide. Yang Dashu went to check on it."

The ancestral tomb robber Yang Dashu stood up, "Marquis Wuyang, the deceased fell from a height and hit his head and died."

The line is broken.

"The point is to find the gold."

Ming Jing is sitting in a skip today, "If you can't find gold, this matter will be very troublesome."

nonsense!

Jia Pingan knew that this matter should be clarified before Li Zhi and Ajie arrived, otherwise the whole Baiqi would have an unclean life this year.

"Have you searched the entire Zhaoling Tomb?"

Jia Pingan asked.

Xu Qian nodded, "The whereabouts of the Huang Department in the past few days are all under our control, and the approximate location has been searched many times."

Ming Jing frowned, "Where did he go privately?"

Xu Qian shook his head, "This is Zhaoling, there are many people, and there are guards outside, if he goes out, he will definitely be found."

Bao Dong said: "Will there be any accomplices?"

The atmosphere is getting awkward...

Those present were all the leaders who guarded Zhaoling, Bao Dong's words seemed to be scolding the bald donkey in front of the monk.

It seems that Baiqi still has to learn a lesson, the name is the art of speaking.

Bao Dong laughed dryly, realizing that he had made a mistake.

Jia Pingan said: "There are black sheep in any group. Bao Dong spoke frankly, but he didn't mean to hide it from everyone."

Xu Qian and the others looked pale.

Ming Jing glared at Bao Dong: Look at Marquis Wuyang's ability to speak!What he said was well-founded, and it made the other party feel comfortable.

"The few people who have made friends with Huang have also asked about it."

"Marquis of Wuyang!" Peng Weiwei stood up. He missed the interrogation of Chen Laoyu's dead man last time, and he has been brooding all the time, looking for an opportunity to prove himself again.

Jia Pingan shook his head, "So, please take me to see."

This is Zhaoling, tortured... When Li Zhi heard the news, he estimated that it would explode.

The construction of Zhaoling Mausoleum is very grand, and Jia Ping'an has something in his mind, but he still lingers on.

Especially when he saw the six steeds of Zhaoling, he couldn't help but stop for a long time.

The six steeds of Zhaoling were stolen by foreigners in later generations, and they were all intercepted, but they couldn't stand the family's prodigal sons, and the warlords sold two yuan, and finally flowed to the United States and became the collection of the United States.

The other four pieces were smashed by the Americans to steal, but they were intercepted by the locals and repaired later.

"No matter how exquisite things are, they can't stand the disaster of future generations, so no matter how exquisite things are in the Tang Dynasty, they can't compare with the Tang cavalry!"

No matter how many works of art, no matter how prosperous the era is, it will be empty. Without strong force as a guarantee, all these will only attract the coveted eyes of robbers.

Everyone thinks this is true.

But what is Jia Pingan doing looking at the West?

When Jia Pingan wants to wait for his voice to be strong enough, he must leave a rule for those people: develop ocean trade and naval forces, explore the entire unknown world, and then...

After admiring the six steeds of Zhaoling, he entered Xuanwu Gate and inspected all the way.

All the way to the middle of the mountain, Xu Qian pointed to the left and said: "There used to be a plank road, from here to the entrance of the mausoleum."

There are verandah houses on the side.

A palace official said convincingly: "The late Emperor and Empress Wende would often come here to play."

Jia Ping'an felt a chill down his spine.

This is life and death.

Everyone checked along the way, but nothing was gained.

Xu Qian panted, "It's almost three feet deep here."

There are traces of search along the way, and it is almost impossible to hide the gold in these places.

Where will that be?

Further up you can see some grottoes.

"There are some idols in here."

There are stone statues and bronze statues.

"The grottoes over Longmen are better."

A Baiqi casually mentioned something.

Everyone agreed.

Jia Pingan slowed down and looked at the terrain here.

Xu Qian discovered that the gold had been stolen, and immediately searched inside.Huang Bu felt guilty, so he hid the gold somewhere, and then jumped off a cliff to commit suicide in despair.

Where can he hide the gold?

Dig a hole and bury it. This is a mountain peak with little soil, and the new hole will leave traces.

The scope of activities of the Huang Department is limited, and it is impossible to find places that are inaccessible to bury things.

But Xu Qian and the others searched for a long time but didn't find it. Where did they go?