Chapter 252
Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the blood-stained letter paper, and remained silent for a long time.
"It's me who can't help you." He whispered softly.
There was silence in front of the tomb, except for the sound of burning yellow paper and Li Xiaozuo weeping. Li Changfeng and others were still preparing for the trip to Zhaoling in a few days.
"It's me who can't help you." Zhao Wujiang swayed to his feet, shook his head and smiled wryly, then murmured again.
Feeling guilty, Wang Yifang used his life to break the situation and lure Yuan Tiangang. Although he didn't kill Yuan Tiangang completely, it also hurt Yuan Tiangang's origin, making it difficult for him to heal himself in a short time.
During the trip to Zhaoling, it was difficult for Yuan Tiangang to fight for any more points, which also gave Zhao Wujiang a great opportunity.
Zhao Wujiang burned the letter slowly, he had already deeply imprinted the content of the letter in his mind, Wang Yifang's soliloquies and warnings seemed to echo around.
The prestige of the clan, the dragon veins of the Nine Mountains, Zhao Wujiang's narrowed eyes, and Cangwu Mountain when the sun and the moon overlap.
If according to the records, Yu Shun was finally buried in Cangwu, then who is the person in the coffin in the dragon vein of Jiuyi Mountain?What is the identity of being guarded by four spirits?
There is also something special about me. Is it really because of what the elder brother said that Xiao Miaomiao and Wang Xi are attracted to me because of something special about me?
"Go back and rest."
A voice with complex emotions sounded, and Li Changfeng walked slowly with a pale face and downcast eyes.
"Tomorrow, February [-]th, will be the most suitable day for burial since half a month from today. Yifang, let's be buried in the cemetery deep in Huguofang."
He said so.
He also knew that Wang Yifang wanted to be buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum with Wei Zheng, but according to Li Chunfeng's pedantic character, he would never allow it.
Even if Zhao Wujiang insisted, it would be useless. Zhao Wujiang's cultivation was not enough to compete with Li Chunfeng, who was about to surpass the great master.
"He wants to be buried in Zhaoling." Zhao Wujiang said lightly, his eyes as deep as the night sky.
Li Changfeng's eyes were kind, and he looked affectionately at Li Xiaozuo, who was sobbing slightly, and his eyes looking at Zhao Wujiang softened, he shook his head slowly, and sighed:
"It's useless, you are so smart, how can you not understand that there are always things in this world that you can't help yourself and can't do what you want. Some people and things are hard for you to compete with today."
"Tomorrow at Yinshi, I will carry the coffin and send elder brother into Zhaoling."
Zhao Wujiang's voice was hoarse, and he said in a deep voice, his face was dark and his tone was unquestionable.
Li Changfeng smiled wryly, he didn't know whether he was laughing at Zhao Wujiang's overreaching, or he was pleased with Zhao Wujiang's persistence.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhao Wujiang staggered out of the Huguofang, his steps were heavy and his mind was heavy.
After leaving the Huguofang, the secretary's province was dark, except for sporadic candlelight that lit up slightly under the lampshade.
The light rain in the sky is no longer, it is already raining heavily.
The hall looked eerie and terrifying in the rainy night. Not far away, candles were flickering, and someone came with a lamp.
Getting closer is the fat secretary Cheng.
When Zhao Wujiang first entered the secretary's prison, he was led by this secretary Cheng, and he was given the official uniform of Secretary Lang.
Secretary Cheng had a flattering smile on his face, and the candlelight shining through under the lampshade made his face orange.
"My lord, it's raining heavily outside. I have an oil-paper umbrella here, you can go home with an umbrella."
A big fat hand stretched out, holding an oiled paper umbrella.
"Why don't you go back?" Zhao Wujiang didn't take the umbrella, and spoke in a relaxed tone.
Seeing that Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, Secretary Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile:
"There are still some books that have not been sorted out, and the excerpted daily letters have not been completely filed. It just happens that the rain will not stop, so the villain simply stays in the secretary's office for a while."
"I heard from them that you have been promoted to the secretary's junior supervisor in the Secretary's Department for many years, but you have repeatedly shirked it. Is there such a thing?" Zhao Wujiang asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
Secretary Cheng crossed his hands and saluted:
"Finding a job in his position, the villain's ability is limited, and he can only be qualified as a secretary. If he is promoted to the secretary and junior supervisor, he may fail the expectations of the adults. It is better to be a secretary and work hard. It is also comfortable."
Zhao Wujiang stared at the orange smile on Secretary Cheng's fat face, smiled lightly and shook his head:
"You are a different person inside and out."
"The outside is what others see, and the inside is your true face.
Although the villain is not talented, he also clearly understands his own weight. "Secretary Cheng said with a smile, it was raining heavily outside the hall, and he handed the oil-paper umbrella to Zhao Wujiang:
"My lord, it's raining, take an umbrella and go home."
Zhao Wujiang was taken aback, took the oiled paper umbrella, he stroked the rough and thick texture of the oiled paper umbrella, and murmured:
"I can't remember what I look like."
"My lord, from what I see, my lord, you are overthinking. It's normal that you can't see clearly because you're in the fog." The secretary Cheng held the lamp and smiled, the candlelight was bright and flickering, his voice was hazy:
"My lord said that I look like a different person inside and out, so why not my lord?
My lord, you have a handsome appearance, you are only thirty years old, and you still have a youthful look.
But in his heart, he was already full of disappointment.
You can't see your own face, it's you doubting.
You are doubting yourself!
Once people start to doubt, they will not see the truth! "
Zhao Wujiang lifted his eyes lightly, and looked at Secretary Cheng. The fat and flattering face of Secretary Cheng, in his eyes, was already foggy.
He seemed alert, frowned and asked in doubt, "Who are you?"
Secretary Cheng couldn't help laughing. He raised the lamp and asked with a smile:
"then who are you?"
"I am." Zhao Wujiang's heart was congested, his breath was short of breath, his words faltered, and he couldn't remember his own name for a moment: "I am."
"Okay." Secretary Cheng smiled kindly, and lightly pushed Zhao Wujiang's shoulder:
"It's raining, take an umbrella and go home, kid."
"I" Zhao Wujiang was taken aback, the haze in front of his eyes gradually became clear, the big raindrops patted on his clothes, and the spring chill pierced into his heart.
He was outside the palace gate at the moment, standing in the torrential rain.
What happened just now?He was startled.
Thunder flashed across the sky, and the candlelight in the hall was flickering, and someone came with a lamp.
Secretary Cheng was obese, with a flattering smile on his face, and the candlelight was flickering and flickering.
"Oh, my lord, why are you standing in the rain? The spring is cold, so don't catch the wind and cold."
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he walked quickly with a lamp in hand.
Zhao Wujiang stared at the secretary Cheng running towards him with flickering eyes, the rain slid down his shaved cheeks, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a moment.
"My lord, my lord, you use this umbrella of mine." Secretary Cheng laughed, and stuffed the handle of the oil-paper umbrella into Zhao Wujiang's hand.
"Okay." Zhao Wujiang responded.
Secretary Cheng seemed to be encouraged and approved, his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he ran into the rain, his fat body trembling.
After running into the main hall, he turned his head and wiped the rainwater off his face, and waved at Zhao Wujiang:
"My lord, you are busy with work, go home early and rest!"
Zhao Wujiang held the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain slid down the surface of the umbrella. He let out a long breath, turned and left.
"Who am I? I am Zhao Wujiang, I was in the past, I am now, and I will be in the future."
When Secretary Cheng returned to the hall, he was all smiles, as if he had done something extraordinary.
The next moment, his eyes rolled and he froze.
Under the faint candlelight, another old figure slowly exited from Secretary Cheng's sluggish shadow.
Li Changfeng slowly walked out from the place where the light could not reach, he let out a long sigh, slightly bowed towards the figure of Secretary Cheng with his fists cupped, and said respectfully:
"Senior Xuanji, thank you very much."
(End of this chapter)
Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the blood-stained letter paper, and remained silent for a long time.
"It's me who can't help you." He whispered softly.
There was silence in front of the tomb, except for the sound of burning yellow paper and Li Xiaozuo weeping. Li Changfeng and others were still preparing for the trip to Zhaoling in a few days.
"It's me who can't help you." Zhao Wujiang swayed to his feet, shook his head and smiled wryly, then murmured again.
Feeling guilty, Wang Yifang used his life to break the situation and lure Yuan Tiangang. Although he didn't kill Yuan Tiangang completely, it also hurt Yuan Tiangang's origin, making it difficult for him to heal himself in a short time.
During the trip to Zhaoling, it was difficult for Yuan Tiangang to fight for any more points, which also gave Zhao Wujiang a great opportunity.
Zhao Wujiang burned the letter slowly, he had already deeply imprinted the content of the letter in his mind, Wang Yifang's soliloquies and warnings seemed to echo around.
The prestige of the clan, the dragon veins of the Nine Mountains, Zhao Wujiang's narrowed eyes, and Cangwu Mountain when the sun and the moon overlap.
If according to the records, Yu Shun was finally buried in Cangwu, then who is the person in the coffin in the dragon vein of Jiuyi Mountain?What is the identity of being guarded by four spirits?
There is also something special about me. Is it really because of what the elder brother said that Xiao Miaomiao and Wang Xi are attracted to me because of something special about me?
"Go back and rest."
A voice with complex emotions sounded, and Li Changfeng walked slowly with a pale face and downcast eyes.
"Tomorrow, February [-]th, will be the most suitable day for burial since half a month from today. Yifang, let's be buried in the cemetery deep in Huguofang."
He said so.
He also knew that Wang Yifang wanted to be buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum with Wei Zheng, but according to Li Chunfeng's pedantic character, he would never allow it.
Even if Zhao Wujiang insisted, it would be useless. Zhao Wujiang's cultivation was not enough to compete with Li Chunfeng, who was about to surpass the great master.
"He wants to be buried in Zhaoling." Zhao Wujiang said lightly, his eyes as deep as the night sky.
Li Changfeng's eyes were kind, and he looked affectionately at Li Xiaozuo, who was sobbing slightly, and his eyes looking at Zhao Wujiang softened, he shook his head slowly, and sighed:
"It's useless, you are so smart, how can you not understand that there are always things in this world that you can't help yourself and can't do what you want. Some people and things are hard for you to compete with today."
"Tomorrow at Yinshi, I will carry the coffin and send elder brother into Zhaoling."
Zhao Wujiang's voice was hoarse, and he said in a deep voice, his face was dark and his tone was unquestionable.
Li Changfeng smiled wryly, he didn't know whether he was laughing at Zhao Wujiang's overreaching, or he was pleased with Zhao Wujiang's persistence.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhao Wujiang staggered out of the Huguofang, his steps were heavy and his mind was heavy.
After leaving the Huguofang, the secretary's province was dark, except for sporadic candlelight that lit up slightly under the lampshade.
The light rain in the sky is no longer, it is already raining heavily.
The hall looked eerie and terrifying in the rainy night. Not far away, candles were flickering, and someone came with a lamp.
Getting closer is the fat secretary Cheng.
When Zhao Wujiang first entered the secretary's prison, he was led by this secretary Cheng, and he was given the official uniform of Secretary Lang.
Secretary Cheng had a flattering smile on his face, and the candlelight shining through under the lampshade made his face orange.
"My lord, it's raining heavily outside. I have an oil-paper umbrella here, you can go home with an umbrella."
A big fat hand stretched out, holding an oiled paper umbrella.
"Why don't you go back?" Zhao Wujiang didn't take the umbrella, and spoke in a relaxed tone.
Seeing that Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, Secretary Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile:
"There are still some books that have not been sorted out, and the excerpted daily letters have not been completely filed. It just happens that the rain will not stop, so the villain simply stays in the secretary's office for a while."
"I heard from them that you have been promoted to the secretary's junior supervisor in the Secretary's Department for many years, but you have repeatedly shirked it. Is there such a thing?" Zhao Wujiang asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
Secretary Cheng crossed his hands and saluted:
"Finding a job in his position, the villain's ability is limited, and he can only be qualified as a secretary. If he is promoted to the secretary and junior supervisor, he may fail the expectations of the adults. It is better to be a secretary and work hard. It is also comfortable."
Zhao Wujiang stared at the orange smile on Secretary Cheng's fat face, smiled lightly and shook his head:
"You are a different person inside and out."
"The outside is what others see, and the inside is your true face.
Although the villain is not talented, he also clearly understands his own weight. "Secretary Cheng said with a smile, it was raining heavily outside the hall, and he handed the oil-paper umbrella to Zhao Wujiang:
"My lord, it's raining, take an umbrella and go home."
Zhao Wujiang was taken aback, took the oiled paper umbrella, he stroked the rough and thick texture of the oiled paper umbrella, and murmured:
"I can't remember what I look like."
"My lord, from what I see, my lord, you are overthinking. It's normal that you can't see clearly because you're in the fog." The secretary Cheng held the lamp and smiled, the candlelight was bright and flickering, his voice was hazy:
"My lord said that I look like a different person inside and out, so why not my lord?
My lord, you have a handsome appearance, you are only thirty years old, and you still have a youthful look.
But in his heart, he was already full of disappointment.
You can't see your own face, it's you doubting.
You are doubting yourself!
Once people start to doubt, they will not see the truth! "
Zhao Wujiang lifted his eyes lightly, and looked at Secretary Cheng. The fat and flattering face of Secretary Cheng, in his eyes, was already foggy.
He seemed alert, frowned and asked in doubt, "Who are you?"
Secretary Cheng couldn't help laughing. He raised the lamp and asked with a smile:
"then who are you?"
"I am." Zhao Wujiang's heart was congested, his breath was short of breath, his words faltered, and he couldn't remember his own name for a moment: "I am."
"Okay." Secretary Cheng smiled kindly, and lightly pushed Zhao Wujiang's shoulder:
"It's raining, take an umbrella and go home, kid."
"I" Zhao Wujiang was taken aback, the haze in front of his eyes gradually became clear, the big raindrops patted on his clothes, and the spring chill pierced into his heart.
He was outside the palace gate at the moment, standing in the torrential rain.
What happened just now?He was startled.
Thunder flashed across the sky, and the candlelight in the hall was flickering, and someone came with a lamp.
Secretary Cheng was obese, with a flattering smile on his face, and the candlelight was flickering and flickering.
"Oh, my lord, why are you standing in the rain? The spring is cold, so don't catch the wind and cold."
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he walked quickly with a lamp in hand.
Zhao Wujiang stared at the secretary Cheng running towards him with flickering eyes, the rain slid down his shaved cheeks, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a moment.
"My lord, my lord, you use this umbrella of mine." Secretary Cheng laughed, and stuffed the handle of the oil-paper umbrella into Zhao Wujiang's hand.
"Okay." Zhao Wujiang responded.
Secretary Cheng seemed to be encouraged and approved, his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he ran into the rain, his fat body trembling.
After running into the main hall, he turned his head and wiped the rainwater off his face, and waved at Zhao Wujiang:
"My lord, you are busy with work, go home early and rest!"
Zhao Wujiang held the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain slid down the surface of the umbrella. He let out a long breath, turned and left.
"Who am I? I am Zhao Wujiang, I was in the past, I am now, and I will be in the future."
When Secretary Cheng returned to the hall, he was all smiles, as if he had done something extraordinary.
The next moment, his eyes rolled and he froze.
Under the faint candlelight, another old figure slowly exited from Secretary Cheng's sluggish shadow.
Li Changfeng slowly walked out from the place where the light could not reach, he let out a long sigh, slightly bowed towards the figure of Secretary Cheng with his fists cupped, and said respectfully:
"Senior Xuanji, thank you very much."
(End of this chapter)
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