"Zhiqua——"

The old wooden door opened automatically without wind. The middle-aged man stepped in with his head held high. After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the woman following behind.

This is a path leading to the back mountain past the Drum Tower. This door will only appear when the ancestral land is opened, and will disappear at midnight tonight. At that time, this path will also be traceless.
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At this place, the middle-aged man finally has a few words to ask the woman.

"Mingyue," Emperor Qin said with a smile, "Why is Zhaohuan in your spirit beast bag?"

Qin Mingyue was stunned. She knew Emperor Qin would have many questions, but she didn't expect that this was the first thing he asked.

Suddenly, she understood what was going on.

It must be Yan Shijun who reported the news of her injury and hiding to Emperor Qin.

That’s right! That guy must have told Xiaojiu, and that’s how he gained the girl’s favor.

Yan Shijun, Yan Shijun, you are certainly smart, and you also know that Emperor Qin and I have the same position, and reporting to the other party will not bring danger. But by doing this, I am really disappointed!

People who can’t hide things in their hearts are ultimately useless!

It's not like that enemy. I'm like him, but I still keep a lot of things that I don't want to reveal.

"Ming Yue met Bago at the Huan Zhen Pass in the ancestral land." Qin Mingyue said without hesitation.

"Can you still return to the trial field of your ancestral land? Could it be that you failed the first time? It's impossible, otherwise how could you come out?" Emperor Qin asked several questions in a rapid succession.

Qin Mingyue blinked her eyes, with a puzzled look on her face: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about? Mingyue has been staying in the ancestral training ground, and she didn't come out until today!"

Anyway, the letter to Yan Shijun had been burned at that time, so it was empty talk, haha!

"Why did I hear that..."

"Yan Langguan probably trusts the other party easily," Qin Mingyue stroked the stone chain in her hand with a smile like a flower: "If Mingyue met that little thief Yang Zhen, it would be strange if she didn't skin him and cramp him. How could he let that little thief go?

Doing business?"

Qin Huang frowned, something seemed wrong, but after careful consideration, Qin Mingyue's explanation was more reasonable. The young man Yan Shijun seemed to have been deceived by Yang Zhen.

Hey, Mingyue has always been serious about her smile. Why did she smile so happily just now?

"Mingyue, was Qin Zhaowu killed by you?" Emperor Qin put the matter aside and asked.

Qin Mingyue's smile faded and she nodded with a stern face. This was how she should have looked in the past.

Emperor Qin sighed: "I think this matter has something to do with the three princes. If Mingyue gets the blood jade as she wishes during this trip to the ancestral land, how will she treat them in the future?"

"I swear to kill him." Qin Mingyue gritted her teeth and said.

Emperor Qin's eyes flashed with joy.

……

The two stopped talking and walked along the overgrown mountain path. The terrain gradually rose, and the sound of waves crashing in front became clearer and louder.

Half an hour later, Emperor Qin took the lead in climbing onto a high platform, followed by Qin Mingyue.

The three people in front turned their heads when they heard the noise, and suddenly saw the woman standing proudly, their expressions changed drastically.

"Ming...Mingyue!"

Qin Mingyue looked at these brothers who had been kind and caring to her, without any smile on her face, and said coldly: "Mingyue has met three royal brothers."

The eldest prince made a cold snort from his nose, his eyes were filled with gloom, and he put his hands behind his back and did not respond.

The third prince looked surprised: "Mingyue, you finally came out of the ancestral land. Third brother is so happy, haha, hahaha."

The second prince glanced at Emperor Qin secretly with his little eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Mingyue, that, it's none of my business! That..."

"Shut up!" the eldest prince shouted angrily, interrupting his story.

"Mingyue," the eldest prince said earnestly: "There are only so many opportunities in the battle between the great avenues. All family ties and morality are empty. The winner is the king and the loser is the best!"

"Don't blame us. There are some things that everyone just depends on their own methods. Whether it is right or wrong cannot be explained clearly in a few words."

"Brother, you will naturally understand these words once you have experienced more things!"

"Of course Mingyue understands." Qin Mingyue looked at the pretentious eldest prince and sneered in her heart.

If it were in the past, she might have thought that the eldest prince was right, that she should be ruthless and give up everything for the chance of the great road. However, these days, as a woman bathed in love, a woman who has experienced the nourishment of love, she

My mind has long changed.

If you don't even care about family ties, and there is no one in this world who loves you, and there is no one you love, then where will your heart be placed?

What's the point of living for tens of thousands of years when everyone is betrayed and separated from their relatives?

A person who eats his family, wealth, and evil will never become a useful person. How could my opportunity fall into the hands of such a person!

"No one can take away what belongs to me!" She glanced at the three of them, her voice as cold as frost.

"Humph," the eldest prince was displeased and flicked his long sleeves: "If the fate of the blood jade is really yours, I have nothing to say. Otherwise, as long as there is a glimmer of possibility, I will never give up!"
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In addition to the five members of the Qin royal family, the eight shaman cultivators who carried the sarcophagus up the mountain were also near the high platform, with the five-flowered sarcophagus resting next to them.

We are already at the top of the mountain, looking up at the vast starry sky and the bright moon. The wind is howling all around, but it stops a few dozen feet away from the high platform. It is obvious that there is a formation restriction in this place.

Qin Mingyue raised her eyes and looked ahead. A hundred steps away, there was a Tianchi Lake surrounded by peaks, about several miles in radius. The waves in the lake were rough and the waves were monstrous. The sound of the waves lapping the shore along the way came from this.<

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There is a small island in the center of the lake, with a radius of only a few dozen feet and a height of a hundred feet. It is like a stone rod inserted in the lake. The light can detect people. It goes straight upward, almost as high as the top of the mountain here.

Amidst the clouds and mist, you can vaguely see a three-story attic on the island. The bottom floor is suspended on all sides, supported by pillars and connected by stairs. The upper floor is decorated with skyward eaves and carved beams and paintings, which is extremely exquisite.

Those menacing waves also disappeared ten feet away from the island, turning into countless water vapor that lingered around the island.

Emperor Qin looked solemn, facing the direction of the attic, straightened his clothes, and leaned down to worship.

When Qin Mingyue and the three princes saw this, they also knelt down and worshiped.

Emperor Qin muttered something while using his hands to draw complex runes one after another. Half a quarter of an hour later, there was movement in the attic, and a window on the second floor suddenly opened, and a piece of black and red brocade flew out.

The tapestry stretched longer and longer in mid-air, extending to everyone's feet, turning into a cloth bridge about one foot wide, reaching directly to the island.

Several witch cultivators saw the movement here and came over curiously.

Emperor Qin waved to the leader and said in a kind tone: "You guys, please send the holy objects under the attic and then leave. Remember, flying is prohibited over the lake, so you need to be careful. Otherwise, if you fall into the lake,

, life is hard to save."

The witch cultivators obeyed the order solemnly. Under the command of the leader, they worked together to lift the sarcophagus, then stepped onto the Bu Bridge step by step, and walked cautiously towards the other side.

These eight people plus the sarcophagus weigh tens of thousands of kilograms. The bridge looks extremely weak, but with such a weight on it, it does not move at all.

A safe journey.

After crossing the river, the shaman cultivator was busy again. He placed the sarcophagus properly, untied the ropes and sticks, etc., then turned back from the Bu Bridge and said goodbye.

Emperor Qin waited until their backs completely disappeared, and then he said to a few people: "Let's go in."

When everyone stepped onto the cloth bridge, they felt that it was unusually soft and thick under their feet. They did not know what the grade of this brocade was, but it was so useful.

Qin Huang led the way, ignoring the sarcophagus placed quietly on the bottom floor of the attic, and walked straight to the second floor.

In the center of the second floor is the main hall. The door is ajar. As soon as Emperor Qin reached out and touched it, it automatically opened from left to right.

The layout of the hall is the same as that of ordinary people's homes. There is an incense table in the innermost part, with five offerings such as an incense burner, a wax stick, and a flower tube. A portrait is hung on the wall.

There are two people in the portrait. There is a young woman standing in the back right, whose appearance is almost the same as that of the obsidian stone statue. She is Mrs. Gouxie.

The person standing in front of him with his hands behind his back is an old man with a round head, big ears, and kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Yang Zhen's eyes narrowed in the bluestone space, and this old man turned out to be Huang Ji!

This was not beyond his expectation. He had already made a guess in his mind when he saw the Li Huo left by Zhuhuang in the lava hell.

Moreover, the portrait with only a corner exposed that day in the Qin State Secret Treasury was exactly the same as the one on the right side of this painting, so it was obviously the same painting.

Emperor Qin stared for a moment and raised his voice:

"Everyone, you only know that Hengji Mountain contains the ancestral land of our Great Qin, and that there are trial grounds, Yuan Ying opportunities, and other things, but you don't know what the reason is, let alone why our Great Qin doesn't convert Hengji Mountain to its original land.

Accept it as inner soil?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman in the portrait: "This is Mrs. Gouxie, the biological mother of the First Emperor of Qin."

The princes suddenly understood and knelt down with pious expressions.

A few years ago, Qin Mingyue was informed of these inside stories by Emperor Qin because of her involvement in the Panxi Mountain secret realm. At this time, she also knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

Emperor Qin coughed lightly and said to the eldest prince: "Yuan Yong, a few days ago you were in Hengji Mountain to investigate the disappearance of Mingyue and several others. Now that Mingyue has returned, those so-called motions to conquer Hengji Mountain as a form of punishment are gone.

Don’t mention it again in the future!”

"Everyone, please remember that Hengji Mountain is the resting place of our ancestors of the Qin Dynasty. Do not engage in war rashly!"

The eldest prince, Qin Yuanyong, was in charge of the country's military affairs. At this time, he had to express his agreement, and the other two princes also agreed.
To be continued...