Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 165 He Lan's Call for Help
Early morning of the second day.

Zhao Wujiang felt the firmness of Wang Yanning all night, and now he has rode his horse to the secretary's province.

This is one of his rare early arrivals. Usually, he, the leader, arrives much later than the staff of the Secretary's Department.

In Zangshu Pavilion, Wen Yu was wearing a black robe, and now he is also a follower of Zhao Wujiang, and he is also regarded as an official of the Secretary Province.

He was guarding the left and right at the moment, even though Zhao Wujiang didn't ask for it, he still volunteered.

Zhao Wujiang flipped through the manuscript Wang Yifang brought last night.

These manuscripts are extremely precious, and were left by Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang. The original art books have disappeared, and the remaining manuscripts are rare now.

As the hard work left by Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, the understanding of the art of art in the book is extremely profound and penetrating.

"The Origin of Art. The End of Art." Zhao Wujiang flipped through the pages one by one, his expression becoming more serious.

The content of the ancient book called "Tui Bei Tu" by later generations only accounts for a small part of the books in Zhao Wujiang's hands today. The content is extremely obscure, and it is difficult for those with weak foundations in arithmetic to understand.

Zhao Wujiang has the six arts of a gentleman, and he is extremely proficient in logarithms. When the sun was rising, he finally understood the general idea.

The source of art comes from qi, the end of art is qi, the qi of luck.

Anyone who adds luck to the body has two things, "qi" and "luck", "qi" can be used directly, and "luck" is blessed on top of fate.

"Qi" is like the skills that can be used by people with luck, and "luck" is like the attributes of people with luck, but they can't use luck if they are not at the level and have no one to guide them.

If so, can I use my luck?As Zhao Wujiang reads, his mind is active, and his luck is increasing every day.

The war to help Silla expand its territory and the relief of the severe drought in Hebei Province made him continue to rise in the hearts of many people, respect him more and more, and his luck also continued to increase.

No, I can already use it!
Zhao Wujiang thought of the Bronze Town Ding, and Yang Bingen told him at the time that driving the Bronze Town Ding depends on luck and longevity.

No luck can't be controlled, and life can't be controlled.

With a single thought, he can control the Bronze Zhen Guoding, that is to say, with a single thought, he can control luck!
Wu Meiniang's Youdao Shougongsha is a technique performed by Tian Yujiashen, so can I use my luck to destroy it?Gotta try it out!
The secretary province is not far from the harem, and Zhao Wujiang has now reached the gate of Qifeng Palace.

There are ladies in pink clothes waiting.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang coming, the court lady was delighted, it was freezing cold today, she waited for Zhao Wujiang at the door for a long time, her hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold.

"Lord Zhao, your empress is here to invite you!" the palace maid trembled.

When Zhao Wujiang saw the maid's attire, he knew it was a member of Helan's palace, and he said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

The maid trembled:

"I don't know, my servant, but my mother just asked me to wait at Qifeng Palace, saying that Master Zhao will definitely come, and my mother can help Master Zhao to solve the problem!"

"Can you solve my doubts?" Zhao Wujiang sneered.

"Exactly! That's what the empress told the slaves."

Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways at the maid, his eyes flickered: "Let's go."

The maid led the way, her clothes were not thick, Zhao Wujiang handed her a pill, "to keep out the cold."

The palace lady took the elixir and swallowed it, and put it into her body along her throat. She felt warm all over her body for a moment, and could no longer feel the cold.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." The palace lady Fuli was very grateful, people in the palace rarely cared about such lowly palace ladies like Zhao Wujiang, and there were too few benevolent people like Zhao Wujiang.

She looked more respectful and led the way ahead.

Soon, he arrived at Helan's palace.

He Lan's figure became more and more proud, even in winter attire, it was still difficult to hide her figure.

It's just that it's been a long time since we saw each other. In Zhao Wujiang's eyes, the Helan family no longer had the vigor and vigor when he was favored, and was a little more weak and haggard.

"I heard that your mother can help me solve my doubts?" Zhao Wujiang cut to the chase.

He Lan looked around and was sure that there was no one there. With a nervous expression, she whispered, "Exactly! Master Zhao, please sit down."

"Then, do you know what I'm wondering about?" Zhao Wujiang said lightly, and He Lan's tense appearance made him puzzled.

He Lanshi lowered her voice, her beautiful eyes were flushed, and her expression was haggard:
"I don't know the rest of the palace, but I know Mr. Zhao, you must have doubts or doubts, why do I want to compete with the empress?"

"Instigated by someone?" Zhao Wujiang asked.

"Yes!" He Lan blurted out, she suddenly grasped Zhao Wujiang's robe tightly, her eyes full of hope: "Master Zhao, I know, I know you will be able to take me out of the palace, save me, save me Get out, and I'll tell you everything."

Zhao Wujiang frowned, what happened to He Lan's family and asked him for help, he said slowly:
"You say it first, and I will judge the value of your words. If it is really useful to me, I will save you!"

He Lanshi was silent, the hands tightly grasping Zhao Wujiang's robe turned white, her thoughts were struggling.

"I, Zhao Wujiang, should be more or less clear to you. If I promise you, I will do it!" Seeing this, Zhao Wujiang continued.

He Lan's eyes flustered, she slowly suppressed her emotions, now she can only think of someone she can trust, only Zhao Wujiang.

Her delicate body trembled, and she spoke slowly: "I was induced by him to charm the emperor, let the emperor indulge in beauty, and ignore political affairs. Now that I am useless, he wants to"

"He's going to kill you! Who is he? Is it Tian Youjiashen, the head of the Supreme Hospital?" Zhao Wujiang asked quickly, holding He Lan's shoulder.

"No, it's not. We call him Lord, and I occasionally get a glimpse of his true face. He's not a superintendent, but I always feel that I've seen his portrait somewhere. Yes, I must have seen it. He must have been in the imperial court people." He Lan's soul was lost.

"Then why are you afraid of him?" Zhao Wujiang didn't understand, He Lan's family had military guards by their side, so why worry too much.

When He Lan heard this, her complexion turned pale, and she tightly grasped Zhao Wujiang's arm with both hands:

"No, Mr. Zhao, you don't understand, you don't understand his horror at all, I... I can't deal with him, I can't get rid of him!
I can only escape, Mr. Zhao, please, please, you must take me out of the palace, I beg you!I can give you whatever you want. "

He Lan was extremely flustered, Zhao Wujiang had never seen her so flustered, a person with such power as Wu Wei, why should he be like this?Is he really not Tian Yujiashin? Who could it be?Who has entered the court, which courtier will it be?
"Yes, yes, I can give you anything." He Lan hurriedly groped her whole body, took out a peach red token from her palace skirt, and stuffed it into Zhao Wujiang's hand. moisture.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, he knew that the peach red token must be the token of the Wuwei to which the Helan clan belonged, and seeing that the Helan clan gave it to him without hesitation, he felt an unprecedented difficulty.

"Bang!" At this moment, the door was roughly pushed open.

A beautiful woman in red palace attire walked in, her long skirt reached the floor, she was luxurious and graceful, she was Wu Shun, Mrs. Wu from South Korea, the eldest sister of Wu Meiniang, and the biological mother of He Lanshi.

"Tao'er." She called softly.

Zhao Wujiang only felt He Lan's body in front of him clutching his arm tightly, trembling violently for a moment, then letting go of himself slumpedly, with trembling lips, he slowly responded, "Mother."

Mrs. Han smiled warmly, and stretched out her hand to signal. He Lan walked towards Mrs. Han, and finally looked at Zhao Wujiang with deep pleading eyes.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Mrs. Han, and said in a flat voice, "I've seen your lady."

Between the sleeves of the hands, there is no bow, no joy or anger.

Mrs. Han approached, looked at Zhao Wujiang, her eyes flickered:
"You must be Zhao Wujiang."

(End of this chapter)