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

Chapter 340 Yamamoto Wuyou, because of the white hair

If they have different intentions, come here!
Over the years, do you really think I didn't see the private actions of the major clans?

I didn't clean it up last time, so I'll clean it up this time! "

Wu Santong sighed again and again: "The clan is not what it used to be, it should not be underestimated."

"Third Grandpa, Chu'er is not what it used to be. She is no longer a concubine under the control of others, but the emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

Wu Santong smiled helplessly, and patted Wu Meiniang's hand: "Do you still want to say that you still have that bastard Zhao Wujiang?"

Wu Meiniang's pretty face flushed, as if she had returned to her girlish state, she snorted proudly: "That's right."

"He, he doesn't know what's going on these years." Wu Santong held up the lamp, and the orange light made his old eyes more cloudy and full:

"In the past few years, his cultivation has been declining, and his vitality has gradually weakened, but in recent years, it seems that everything has stagnated, and the truth is unknown.

By the way, Chu'er, do you know? "

Wu Meiniang shook her head: "He never told me, but just reassured me, he didn't enter the palace today, he must be busy, I'll ask him when he enters the palace tomorrow."

"Have you tried everything?"

"I've tried everything."

"Do you want to try again?"

"Um"

West of Chang'an City, Chang'an County, Chang'an Square, Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Wujiang and Wang Xi are discussing in the room.

In the past eight years, Xiaoyin has gradually grown up, and Qiqi is already three years old, but Wang Xi has never conceived Zhao Wujiang's heir.

She became more and more anxious.

late at night.

"By the way, I received a letter from my father today."

Wang Xi's fingers were wrapped with blue silk, her posture was charming.

"Why, finished dealing with Mrs. Wang's matter? Let you go back to your mother's house to play?" Zhao Wujiang slid his big hand over the soft greasy, and smiled lightly.

Wang Xi nodded:

"The old man really asked us to go back and live temporarily, not only me, my sister, Qiqi, but also you."

"Me? For the first time. Did he say anything else?" Zhao Wujiang laughed.

"Hmm..." Wang Xi showed some thought:

"He also mentioned the name, um. It's called Suirenshi."

"Suiren?" Zhao Wujiang was startled, wanting to get up.

"Hey, take it easy." Wang Xi hummed and pressed his chest.

Suirenshi, one of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, one of the Three Emperors.

The last name is Feng, and the first name is Yunluo.

He drilled fire to make fire, invented hemp rope to record events, named beasts, created clan totem emblems, and summarized the great discoveries of the way of heaven.

He is the head of the Three Emperors.

Emperor Shun Yao Chonghua was buried in Cangwu, along with the Suiren seal containing the power of the Suiren clan.

Among the seals of the Three Emperors, Zhao Wujiang already had the seal of Fuxi and the seal of Shennong, but he had never found the seal of Suiren.

At the end of the Xianqing period, Cangwu fell to the southeast. During the shocking battle, Li Chunjun and others kept searching in the collapsed Shili Tomb, but they did not find any traces related to the Suiren Seal.

Seven or eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, Zhao Wujiang did not expect to receive a letter from Wang Yuan, the patriarch of the Wang clan, mentioning the name of the Suiren clan.

He knew that Wang Yuan would not mention this name for no reason, there must be some new discovery.

Amidst Wang Xi's coquettish snort, he hugged Wang Xi and got up, looking for the letter in the room.

After receiving the letter, Zhao Wujiang opened the letter paper and smelled a faint fragrance. He frowned slightly and didn't care.

The contents of the letter were roughly the same as what Wang Xi said, but Wang Xi didn't know anything about the Suiren family, nor the existence of the Suiren seal, so many small details were ignored, but at the moment Zhao Wujiang read every word, his brows became more and more serious. The deeper the wrinkles.

Feeling the change in the man, Wang Xi asked worriedly in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head slightly, his voice was low:

"I have to go to Wang's in person."

The fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is ugly time.

East of Chang'an City, Wannian County, Xingyifang.

Xingyifang, with Dongshi in the west and Jiacheng in the east, is the residence of Xiaoyao King Li Xiao in Chang'an.

Li Xiao, the younger brother of Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi, was carefree since he was a child, and he was not keen on court affairs, but he was upright and upright.

The entire Xingyi Square occupies a large area, which is comparable to that of the East and West cities.

At this moment, a curfew patrol team is patrolling the west side wall of Xingyifang.

"You guys are so brave!"

The patrol commander was a strong seven-foot man, he raised his hand to signal the crossbowmen behind him, and whispered lightly.

In front of him, two men in dark blue clothes were clinging to the top of the wall of Xingyifang, staggering, as if they didn't dare to jump off the wall.

The crossbow was approaching gradually, but the two men at the top of the wall paid no attention to it, shaking their legs and feet stiffly, like innocent children.

"You even dare to break into the prince's mansion, come down!" The curfew patrol leader shouted again.

The two men who climbed the wall turned their heads around. They were two pale yellow faces without a trace of blood, their pupils were dull, and their faces were dull but with a strange smile.

The guards were startled suddenly, and they couldn't help taking a few steps back. The two men didn't look like living people.

"Under Changping, the majesty of the saint is manifested, you and other rats dare to pretend to be gods and ghosts!"

The commander came back to his senses, his expression was stained with anger, he snatched the machine crossbow from the hand of the crossbowman beside him, and raised his hand to shoot.

"call out!"

The crossbow arrows flew, and the two weird men couldn't avoid them. The crossbow arrows shot straight into the eye socket of one of the men, and blood gushed out immediately, but he ignored it, as if he didn't feel any pain, he raised his hand and pulled it out. There was blood in one eye socket, and the arrow was pulled out together with the eyeball.

The commander staggered back a few steps, terrified in his heart, and shouted: "Shoot!"

"shhhhhh"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The two men were tied into a honeycomb, but their pale yellow cheeks always had strange smiles, quietly watching the dozen or so people who were watching the night.

The commander was terrified, this weird scene made him swallow his saliva hard, and he had to call for someone, as he thought in his heart, he waved his hand and gave an order to retreat:
"Withdraw! Go back to the City Defense Department, and then send someone to notify the Jinwu Guard who is assisting in the defense."

Under the moonlight, two black shadows flickered, and two strange men with arrow feathers all over their bodies flickered in front of the commander. Just as the commander was about to make a sound, his head was held down and he slammed aside.

"Crack."

The crossbowman only heard a crisp sound, and saw the commander's head turn a full circle, from the front of the body to the back of the head, his big eyes widened angrily, and his face was full of horror.

"what"

Finally, someone couldn't bear the psychological pressure, yelled, and ran away.

The guards scattered, and the smiles on the cheeks of the two men who were full of arrows became more and more strange, and their figures kept flickering, and then one after another corpses fell under the night. There was a thin layer of blood mist that never dissipated.

(End of this chapter)