"With golden cup, I drink with you; with white blade, we spare not each other!"
Ji Zichang burst into loud laughter, and after laughed, said, "Good!"
"Come on, a muddled drunkenness, I'll go with you to get the gifts."
He staggered to his feet, Li Guanyi raised an eyebrow, following him casually, no longer caring what this descendant of the Red Emperor could offer, just wandering for a moment, Ji Zichang, surprisingly familiar, led Li Guanyi, bypassing the increasingly tight guards.
Finally, they arrived at a solemn grove of gardens, with towering inscriptions ahead.
Li Guanyi's expression was solemn, he realized what it was, he watched the staggering drunken monarch: "Memorial text? This is, the mausoleum complex of thirty-three kings of the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor's dynasty."
The imperial tombs were divided into two layers, below were the burials, above there were buildings.
