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

Chapter 190 Yuan Tiangang!
Zhang Lindao paused for a moment: "So he gave Youdao Shougong Sha to the empress.

If the emperor dies, who will ascend the throne?Will it be the present prince? "

It was Wu Meiniang and Zhao Wujiang who figured it out.

"Master Zhao, I know you are not a warlock, you don't understand the way of luck.

The empress's luck is already overwhelming, if the emperor dies, there will only be one person who will be enthroned!
Whether it's luck or Tian Youjiashen's push, the person who ascends to the throne must be the empress!

And Youdao Shougongsha is the means to seal the empress! "Zhang Lindao looked solemn:

"He wants to devour the empress' luck, just like devouring the emperor's, and then he will be able to ascend the throne with luck, and Li Tang will change hands!
And the queen empress will also end up like the emperor and die directly! "

After Zhang Lindao finished speaking, he coughed violently a few times, and blood kept gushing down his mouth and nose.

Zhao Wujiang's murderous intent was at its peak, he took Zhang Lindao out of the imperial study room, and went to the secretary's office, now he went to find out an answer.

Li Zhi leaned limply on the back of the chair, Zhao Wujiang was not worried about him, because in Tian Yujiashen's eyes, Li Zhi was not yet ready to die.

Secretary, Zhao Wujiang arrived in a hurry.

Along the way, the officials of the Secretary's Ministry looked surprised and avoided them one after another.

After Zhao Wujiang entrusted Zhang Lindao to Secretary Cheng, he hurried to Sibu Zangshu Pavilion.

Soon, he met Wang Yifang in Dingge of Zangshu Pavilion. Wang Yifang had obviously been waiting for him for a long time.

The two brothers looked at each other without saying a word, and Wang Yifang slowly pulled out a few ancient books from the bookshelf irregularly.

With the rumbling sound, the walls of the bookshelves shifted, and everything in front of them turned into a big black hole.

"Let's go. It's time to leave it to you!" Wang Yifang said slowly, and stepped into the darkness with Zhao Wujiang.

Turning east and west, Zhao Wujiang only felt layers of downwards.

"This is the underground of the Secretary's Province." Wang Yifang explained to Zhao Wujiang during the march:

"It was created during the Daye period and was supervised by Yang Guang.

At that time, all the craftsmen who built this place were beheaded by Yang Guang, so few people know about it.

It is not known what this place was originally used for, and Yang Guang died before he could use it in the future!

Later, it was discovered by Duke Wei and the place was rebuilt. "

Wang Yifang spoke eloquently, and while speaking, Zhao Wujiang saw sapphire light in front of him, and a bronze tripod nearly three or four stories high stood in front of him.

He is very familiar with the pattern and breath on the bronze tripod, this is one of the nine tripods of the bronze town country tripod.

Zhao Wujiang only felt that the sapphire bracelet on his wrist was slowly heating up.

"This place is called Huguofang, just like the large and small workshops in Chang'an, this is also a workshop in Chang'an, but it is not shown in the eyes of the world." Wang Yifang had a smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with emotion:
"Bronze protects the country, we protect the country!"

"Bronze town, let's protect the country" Zhao Wujiang murmured softly, followed Wang Yifang's footsteps, passed under the tripod of the bronze town, and a bronze door appeared in front of him.

"Boom." The bronze door was pushed and made a sound, like a dusty history being opened.

Behind the bronze door is like another world, with bright lights and noisy voices, Zhao Wujiang seems to have come to the East City of Chang'an in a flash.

At a glance, people come and go, ordinary people are busy with different things, some people are lighting up the fire and forging iron, some are setting up a chess game and thinking hard, some are flipping through medicinal materials, and some are copying something in their hands and writing.
"Ah Si, aren't you a magic machine that follows the blueprint step by step? Take a look, what kind of thing are you forging now?"

An old man with a gray beard blew his beard and stared, and was scolding a simple and honest boy. The boy didn't dare to speak, his face was full of grievances and he couldn't help scratching his head.

"This is the heir of the Mohist family, the Mohisth among the hundreds of pre-Qin scholars." Wang Yifang said with a smile:
"A hundred schools of thought contend, and the waves of time wash away the sand. Today, there are not many remaining schools of thought, and the Mohist school is one of them."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, he was attracted by the thing held by the simple and honest boy, it was a pair of ordinary gloves, almost exactly the same as the hundred refining machine that Wang Yifang gave him before.

"Wang Zun!"

A melodious voice sounded like a silver bell.

Zhao Wujiang looked for the sound, she was a pretty girl in black clothes.

The young girl is as beautiful as a flower, and the most eye-catching thing is her silver-white hair.

The girl ran over and greeted Wang Yifang.

"Li Xiaozuo." Wang Yifang introduced to Zhao Wujiang with a smile: "Li Chunfeng's little granddaughter."

When Li Chunfeng and Zhao Wujiang heard this name, they took another extra look at Li Xiaozuo.

"This must be Zhao Zun, right?" Li Xiaozuo smiled like a flower, with a gentle appearance.

"Talking while walking." Wang Yifang continued to walk with Zhao Wujiang, as if he was visiting the east and west markets of Chang'an.

Soon, the two walked to an attic and came to rows of bookshelves, each of which contained scrolls.

"Datang's archives!" Wang Yifang said slowly, his voice full of domineering.

"Except for a very small number of people, there are detailed information on the scrolls for all those who are powerful in this world.

This is also the basis for the existence of Huguofang. "

Zhao Wujiang walked around, scanning the bookshelves, and soon he found the name of an old acquaintance, but the scroll was covered with dust.

"Li Yifu."

Zhao Wujiang spread out the scroll, on it was Li Yifu's household registration and family background, as well as his life, everything big and small.

After reading it, he couldn't help feeling that the information recorded in this large file library was so accurate.

[Li Yifu, died on the sixth day of October in the sixth year of Yonghui. He was buried in the sea of ​​fire in the Qifeng Palace of the Queen. There was a knife wound in his abdomen. He was suspected to have been killed by Zhao Wujiang, the secretary and young supervisor at the time. 】

Zhao Wujiang did not forget the purpose of this trip, he looked at these scrolls, and asked: "Brother Wang, do you have the scrolls of Tian Yujiashen, the head of the imperial hospital?"

Wang Yifang shook his head and asked with a smile, "Which Tian Yujiashen's scroll do you want?"

"Which one?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled, for a moment he didn't understand why Wang Yifang said that.

"Yes!" Wang Yifang nodded, while Li Xiaozuo fell silent.

"What you should want to know is the information about this Tian Youjiashen." Wang Yifang pointed to Zhao Wujiang and gave Li Xiaozuo a look.

Li Xiaozuo looked at Zhao Wujiang, that handsome face made her look sideways frequently, she often sorted out the files, and knew Zhao Wujiang's deeds by heart, this was the first time she saw a real person.

I saw Li Xiaozuo circled around Zhao Wujiang, took out a bronze life plate in his hand, and began to fiddle with it with his slender hands.

After a while, Li Xiaozuo sweetly said: "No!"

Wang Yifang nodded slowly, Zhao Wujiang was even more puzzled, he didn't understand what he was doing.

"You don't have any traces of surgery." Seeing this, Wang Yifang explained with a smile:

"Xiao Zuo is Li Chunfeng's granddaughter. The handwriting of Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang you read was compiled by Xiao Zuo. She has won the true biography of Li Chunfeng and is a genuine master of sorcerers.

She was investigating just now. "

Zhao Wujiang suddenly realized, Wang Yifang suppressed his smile, and said slowly:
"The current Tian Yujiashen is no longer the Tian Yujiashen of the past.

The reason why I was afraid of him was because I was afraid of his amazing changes in recent years.

That is, during the few days when you went to Lingnan Road, Brother Wei finally found the clues of his exposure.

It is true that he is Tian Yujiashen, but his body is, but his spirit is no longer! "

Zhao Wujiang was shocked, he remembered the words of the great master Wen Yong, Wen Yong had suspected that Tian Youjiashen's soul was not his own.

Tian Youjiashen has gone so far in the art of surgery, which is obviously a sign of years of adultery, but Wen Yong also said that Tian Youjiashen had studied medical skills all year round. So where did Tian Youjiashen's skills come from?

The last person Yuan Tiangang saw before he died was Tian Youjiashen. Zhao Wujiang gradually became short of breath.
Wang Yifang nodded, seeing Zhao Wujiang's expression, he knew that Zhao Wujiang had guessed it.

"That's right! Tian Youjiashen, the current head of the Grand Hospital, is Yuan Tiangang!"

(End of this chapter)