Chapter 4632
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The housekeeper had already prepared the carriage. Zhuang Qingyun got on his horse, followed the carriage and rode all the way to the newly built mausoleum.
The mausoleum is selected in a good geomantic treasure land. The mountains are green, and the waterfall rushes down from the cliff like a jade belt, with gurgling water.
Qin Wuyan held Zhuang Xiaoyu and stood at the entrance of the mausoleum. He looked back at the waterfall and the gurgling water at the foot of the mountain. He nodded with satisfaction: "it's really a good place."
This place was personally selected by Qin Wuyan a few years ago.
At that time, Qin Wuyan was the most grumpy and ruthless. Because some things killed many people, all aristocratic families were in danger. Zhuang Qingyun felt that if this continued, Qin Wuyan's behavior would force all aristocratic families to hold together to keep warm and fight Qin Wuyan.
He thought of a way with Yan Qing. He only said that all previous high priests would build tombs for themselves before they died, and asked him to choose a better place. After the construction was complete, he would move the stillborn young master together
At that time, Qin Wuyan had reached the point of despair. He was perverse and extremely grumpy. At that time, he left everything in the priest's house and took Zhuang Xiaoyu to look around. Finally, he found this place
After returning, Qin Wuyan drew a drawing and gave it to Yan Qing, telling him to build the Mausoleum as shown in the drawing.
Now the mausoleum has been completely completed, with beautiful scenery, good mountains and water, birds and insects, white clouds and a gentle breeze.
Yan Qing twisted open the mechanism on the slate, and the heavy stone gate slowly rose.
Qin Wuyan took Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and Zhuang Qingyun followed. The mausoleum was very large. To Zhuang Qingyun's surprise, although it was decorated magnificently, it was no different from Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom
There are desks and bookshelves inside. On the bookshelf, hands are placed to copy books. Further ahead, there is a landscape screen. Around the screen, you can see a wide bed.
But the top of the bed is a stone slab without anything. It looks like a coffin.
Yan Qing came forward and twisted the button on the stone plate. The stone plate slowly opened. It was indeed a good coffin made of golden Phoebe. It was covered with soft bedding. The space was large enough to accommodate several people.
Yan Qing pointed to a specially empty place inside and said, "this is the place for the little young master."
Qin Wuyan picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu and was about to put it in the coffin.
Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that Qin Wuyan would jump in and quickly stopped him: "Wuyan, this is unlucky."
Qin Wuyan thought, looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms and nodded: "yes, after all, it's for the dead to lie here."
Zhuang Qingyun listened to Qin Wuyan's indifferent and cold voice and tone. He only felt a chill rising from his back to his scalp
When Qin Wuyan came out with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms after seeing the mausoleum, it was evening. The sunset glow looked like a gorgeous brocade hanging in the blue sky.
Qin Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the sky. Zhuang Xiaoyu accidentally hung a strand of hair moved by the breeze on the branch.
Qin Wuyan took a step forward and was stopped by Zhuang Qingyun. Zhuang Qingyun was about to lift his hand to untie the strand of hair hooked by the branches. Unexpectedly, the strand of dark hair had fallen off Zhuang Xiaoyu's scalp and scattered in the evening wind
Zhuang Qingyun: "
Zhuang Qingyun hurried to see Qin Wuyan, but saw that Qin Wuyan's dark and deep Phoenix eyes were slightly red bit by bit
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The housekeeper had already prepared the carriage. Zhuang Qingyun got on his horse, followed the carriage and rode all the way to the newly built mausoleum.
The mausoleum is selected in a good geomantic treasure land. The mountains are green, and the waterfall rushes down from the cliff like a jade belt, with gurgling water.
Qin Wuyan held Zhuang Xiaoyu and stood at the entrance of the mausoleum. He looked back at the waterfall and the gurgling water at the foot of the mountain. He nodded with satisfaction: "it's really a good place."
This place was personally selected by Qin Wuyan a few years ago.
At that time, Qin Wuyan was the most grumpy and ruthless. Because some things killed many people, all aristocratic families were in danger. Zhuang Qingyun felt that if this continued, Qin Wuyan's behavior would force all aristocratic families to hold together to keep warm and fight Qin Wuyan.
He thought of a way with Yan Qing. He only said that all previous high priests would build tombs for themselves before they died, and asked him to choose a better place. After the construction was complete, he would move the stillborn young master together
At that time, Qin Wuyan had reached the point of despair. He was perverse and extremely grumpy. At that time, he left everything in the priest's house and took Zhuang Xiaoyu to look around. Finally, he found this place
After returning, Qin Wuyan drew a drawing and gave it to Yan Qing, telling him to build the Mausoleum as shown in the drawing.
Now the mausoleum has been completely completed, with beautiful scenery, good mountains and water, birds and insects, white clouds and a gentle breeze.
Yan Qing twisted open the mechanism on the slate, and the heavy stone gate slowly rose.
Qin Wuyan took Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and Zhuang Qingyun followed. The mausoleum was very large. To Zhuang Qingyun's surprise, although it was decorated magnificently, it was no different from Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom
There are desks and bookshelves inside. On the bookshelf, hands are placed to copy books. Further ahead, there is a landscape screen. Around the screen, you can see a wide bed.
But the top of the bed is a stone slab without anything. It looks like a coffin.
Yan Qing came forward and twisted the button on the stone plate. The stone plate slowly opened. It was indeed a good coffin made of golden Phoebe. It was covered with soft bedding. The space was large enough to accommodate several people.
Yan Qing pointed to a specially empty place inside and said, "this is the place for the little young master."
Qin Wuyan picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu and was about to put it in the coffin.
Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that Qin Wuyan would jump in and quickly stopped him: "Wuyan, this is unlucky."
Qin Wuyan thought, looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms and nodded: "yes, after all, it's for the dead to lie here."
Zhuang Qingyun listened to Qin Wuyan's indifferent and cold voice and tone. He only felt a chill rising from his back to his scalp
When Qin Wuyan came out with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms after seeing the mausoleum, it was evening. The sunset glow looked like a gorgeous brocade hanging in the blue sky.
Qin Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the sky. Zhuang Xiaoyu accidentally hung a strand of hair moved by the breeze on the branch.
Qin Wuyan took a step forward and was stopped by Zhuang Qingyun. Zhuang Qingyun was about to lift his hand to untie the strand of hair hooked by the branches. Unexpectedly, the strand of dark hair had fallen off Zhuang Xiaoyu's scalp and scattered in the evening wind
Zhuang Qingyun: "
Zhuang Qingyun hurried to see Qin Wuyan, but saw that Qin Wuyan's dark and deep Phoenix eyes were slightly red bit by bit
The housekeeper had already prepared the carriage. Zhuang Qingyun got on his horse, followed the carriage and rode all the way to the newly built mausoleum.The mausoleum is selected in a good geomantic treasure land. The mountains are green, and the waterfall rushes down from the cliff like a jade belt, with gurgling water.Qin Wuyan held Zhuang Xiaoyu and stood at the entrance of the mausoleum. He looked back at the waterfall and the gurgling water at the foot of the mountain. He nodded with satisfaction: "it's really a good place."This place was personally selected by Qin Wuyan a few years ago.At that time, Qin Wuyan was the most grumpy and ruthless. Because some things killed many people, all aristocratic families were in danger. Zhuang Qingyun felt that if this continued, Qin Wuyan's behavior would force all aristocratic families to hold together to keep warm and fight Qin Wuyan.He thought of a way with Yan Qing. He only said that all previous high priests would build tombs for themselves before they died, and asked him to choose a better place. After the construction was complete, he would move the stillborn young master togetherAt that time, Qin Wuyan had reached the point of despair. He was perverse and extremely grumpy. At that time, he left everything in the priest's house and took Zhuang Xiaoyu to look around. Finally, he found this placeAfter returning, Qin Wuyan drew a drawing and gave it to Yan Qing, telling him to build the Mausoleum as shown in the drawing.Now the mausoleum has been completely completed, with beautiful scenery, good mountains and water, birds and insects, white clouds and a gentle breeze.Yan Qing twisted open the mechanism on the slate, and the heavy stone gate slowly rose.Qin Wuyan took Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and Zhuang Qingyun followed. The mausoleum was very large. To Zhuang Qingyun's surprise, although it was decorated magnificently, it was no different from Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroomThere are desks and bookshelves inside. On the bookshelf, hands are placed to copy books. Further ahead, there is a landscape screen. Around the screen, you can see a wide bed.But the top of the bed is a stone slab without anything. It looks like a coffin.Yan Qing came forward and twisted the button on the stone plate. The stone plate slowly opened. It was indeed a good coffin made of golden Phoebe. It was covered with soft bedding. The space was large enough to accommodate several people.Yan Qing pointed to a specially empty place inside and said, "this is the place for the little young master."Qin Wuyan picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu and was about to put it in the coffin.Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that Qin Wuyan would jump in and quickly stopped him: "Wuyan, this is unlucky."Qin Wuyan thought, looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms and nodded: "yes, after all, it's for the dead to lie here."Zhuang Qingyun listened to Qin Wuyan's indifferent and cold voice and tone. He only felt a chill rising from his back to his scalpWhen Qin Wuyan came out with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms after seeing the mausoleum, it was evening. The sunset glow looked like a gorgeous brocade hanging in the blue sky.Qin Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the sky. Zhuang Xiaoyu accidentally hung a strand of hair moved by the breeze on the branch.Qin Wuyan took a step forward and was stopped by Zhuang Qingyun. Zhuang Qingyun was about to lift his hand to untie the strand of hair hooked by the branches. Unexpectedly, the strand of dark hair had fallen off Zhuang Xiaoyu's scalp and scattered in the evening windZhuang Qingyun: "Zhuang Qingyun hurried to see Qin Wuyan, but saw that Qin Wuyan's dark and deep Phoenix eyes were slightly red bit by bit
