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

Chapter 265
The night is deep.

Zhao Wujiang lay on the bed, reviewing the news he got today.

After talking with the little old man Wu Santong today, the question in his heart became even more serious. Is there really a dragon's vein at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain?
First, it was the letter from the eldest brother Wang Yifang, reminding him to be careful at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain.

Furthermore, Wu Santong speculates with reasonable grounds that if the Qinglong Baihu Suzaku Xuanwu, the four spirits of the sky are not guarding the coffin, but suppressing it, then it will be difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the dragon veins.

Perhaps it was a trap set by the person in the coffin to lure others to come.

Maybe the dragon veins existed first, and the person in the coffin was trapped in the dragon veins for some reason.

It's just that what is the identity of the person in the coffin, and he wants to suppress it with Qinglong Baihu Suzaku Xuanwu?
Moreover, the inscriptions on the coffin are extraordinary, whether it is ancestor sacrifices, flowers, birds, insects, fish or totem inscriptions, and the inscriptions that Zhao Wujiang only knew part of, all reflect the years that have passed in the coffin and the difficulties of the people in the coffin. .

These things all involve ancient dynasties such as Yu, Xia, Shang and Zhou.

Many things match up with the elder brother's conjectures. Could he have conjectured more things before, but he hasn't had time to elaborate on them with me?

Zhao Wujiang kept thinking, Wang Yifang told him that there was a fragment of "Yu Qi", and asked him to read more "Huainanzi", "Shangshu", "Zuo Zhuan" and other books.

Could it be that many secrets are hidden in these books?
"Zhao Lang, are you still asleep?"

In Zhao Wujiang's arms is the delicate and white Wang Yanning.

I don't know if it was the raving in sleep, or Zhao Wujiang realized that Zhao Wujiang was preoccupied when he woke up.

"almost."

Zhao Wujiang hugged Wang Yanning's delicate body tightly, smelling the warm fragrance, his eyes flickered.

Qingming is approaching, these days, Zhao Wujiang often goes in and out of Qifeng Palace, communicates with Wu Meiniang, and talks with Wu Santong.

He also often stays in the Secretary's Department, reading ancient books, looking for clues that may be related.

"Historical Records", "Zuo Zhuan", "Shangshu", "Huainanzi", "Shan Hai Jing", etc., Zhao Wujiang kept reading ancient books.

In Huguofang, Zhao Wujiang sat at the place where Wang Yifang browsed ancient books every day. On the bookshelf, there were speculative manuscripts and annotation manuscripts that Wang Yifang kept alone.

Wang Yifang believed that something enormous must have happened in Dayu before the Xia Dynasty, involving a shocking secret.

Otherwise, since the Qin Dynasty, records about Dayu would not have become rarer.

It seems that there are a pair of invisible big hands that are constantly weakening or even destroying the impression of the Dayu dynasty in the future.

"Behind the Great Qin burning books and burying Confucianism, it is very likely that someone deliberately promoted them. They didn't just want to destroy the ancient books of Confucianism, but used this name to destroy more classics before the Xia Dynasty.

And when the various schools of thought rebuilt the classics, they intentionally or unintentionally falsified some historical facts. "

Zhao Wujiang flipped through Wang Yifang's manuscript, all of which were Wang Yifang's conjectures, etc., and he continued to read carefully:
"The dragon veins under Nine Mountains contain a large number of ancient books, some of which have disappeared without a trace in the world according to legend, but I was lucky enough to see them in those halls.

I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it’s fascinating. It’s a pity that there was too much competition at the time, and no one cared about it. It’s hard for me to bring out a copy.

We saw a coffin, engraved with pictures of the sacrifices of the ancestors and many totems that I didn't know. Later, I kept reading various ancient books, but I didn't know the meaning of those totems.

But it can be speculated that it should be the totem of some tribes, but everything is submerged in the dust and smoke of history, making it difficult to find. "

Zhao Wujiang kept walking around the bookshelves, he picked up a manuscript, the scroll was brand new, presumably it was written a few days before he died.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was only a sentence written in fluffy handwriting on the manuscript:

"I see, Duke Wen is 18 years old."

Wengong 18 years?Zhao Wujiang only felt that it was very familiar. He must have seen it after looking through ancient books these days.

Wen Gong?Left pass!
Zhao Wujiang hurriedly searched for "Zuo Zhuan", the yellowed ancient book exudes the fragrance of ink mixed with the breath of time, he quickly flipped to "18 years of Duke Wen".

"Zuo Zhuan. Wen Gong. Wen Gong 18 Years":
"The former Emperor Hong's family had untalented sons who concealed righteousness and concealed thieves, who were fond of doing vicious things, who were ugly and evil, who were stubborn and unfriendly. Compared with Zhou, the people of the world called it chaos.

The Shaohao clan had untalented sons who destroyed their trust and loyalty, revered and embellished evil words, and returned to Jingzhen, subdued slander and searched for evil, and slandered their virtues. The people of the world called it poor and strange.

Zhuanxu had a man who was not talented, so he should not be taught a lesson. If he didn't know what to say, he would be obstinate if he told him, and he would die if he dismissed him. He was very proud and virtuous, and because he chaotic the nature, the people of the world called him a 梼杌.

These three tribes also benefited the world and increased their notoriety, so that Yao and Yao could not go.

The Jinyun family has a son who is not talented, greedy for food and drink, risking goods and bribes, aggression and luxury, not wanting to be rich, amassing money, ignorant of discipline, regardless of orphans and widows, and not caring for the poor. Gluttonous.

Yao, the minister of Shun, was in the four gates, and flowed from the four fierce tribes, Chaos, Qiongqi, Wuwu, and Taotie, and cast them among the four descendants to guard against evil spirits. "

"Shun exiled the four fierce clans," Zhao Wujiang murmured softly. He had seen similar words in "Historical Records. The Chronicles of the Five Emperors". Four fierce.

He didn't care about it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, these words gradually coincided with those under the Jiuyi Mountain in his mind.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, it is still too early to draw conclusions.

He began to search for other books on the bookshelf, looking for the fragments of "Yu Qi" about the secret of Dayu.

The book "Yu Qi" is equivalent to the Sui Dynasty's ancient book "Daye Supplementary Records".

Finally, he found a fragment of "Yu Qi" at the bottom of one of the bookshelves.

"Emperor Shun, ordered Dayu to control the flood." Zhao Wujiang studied bit by bit, and finally read the evidence he wanted:
"Emperor Shun, the leader of the four fierce wars, exiled and suppressed him.

Chaos is suppressed at the bottom of the North Sea.

Qiongqi, suppressed at the top of Kunlun.

Taotie was suppressed in Jiuyi Mountain Tomb.

Wuwu, suppressed by the tomb of Cangwu. "

Zhao Wujiang let out a breath slowly, and figured it out, why the people in the coffin would use the totem of the four spirits of the sky to suppress them, the four spirits suppress the four evil spirits!

Is there gluttony at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain?His expression was serious. The so-called gluttony was not the man-eating beast with the body of a bull and the face of a man with eyes in its armpit that was passed down by later generations, but one of the four notorious chiefs of the tribes in the era of the Five Emperors.

Why didn't Shun kill all the remaining ones from the age of gods?Regarding this point, Zhao Wujiang pondered over and over again, but he couldn't find the reason. He continued to read down until he finished reading the remaining scrolls, but he still couldn't find the answer.

Maybe the complete "Yu Qi" is recorded, but what he holds in his hand now is only a fragment after all.

"Do you want to be like the boy of the Wang family? Do you read these ancient books all day long?"

A hoarse and joking voice came.

Zhao Wujiang looked around, but there was no one else.

He seemed to feel something, looking at the shadow under his feet.

The shadow twisted, climbed up from the ground, and turned into a human form. It was Li Xuanji who was old and exuded a rotten aura.

"Senior." Zhao Wujiang held the ceremony.

"You scholars are full of sour literati." Li Xuanji scolded with a smile, then waved his hands:
"Let's go, boy from the Zhao family, I will take you to meet a lord of the Huguofang."

Meeting a lord. Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened. Who could be called a lord by Li Xuanji, the pinnacle grand master?
(End of this chapter)