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

Chapter 46 Qing'er, can you sleep for me?

As the sun rises, the residence of the eunuch.

Zhao Wujiang yawned continuously, intending to fulfill the teachings of Huilong Sect and sleep for a while.

Regarding what Li Zhi said about recruiting talents for him, Zhao Wujiang was not in a hurry, anyway, Li Zhi didn't limit the time, and at the same time, Zhao Wujiang also had a few preliminary candidates in mind.

He neatly folded the black gown, put it on the bedside, and then lay down with a relaxed expression on his face.

A good day starts in the morning. Zhao Wujiang thought to himself, how pleasant and comfortable it would be to sleep back into the cage.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The wooden door is opened.

Qing'er entered the room, looked at Zhao Wujiang's sleepy eyes, and asked in doubt: "Master Zhao, what's wrong with you, did you not sleep well?"

"Nonsense, I want to sleep as you please." Zhao Wujiang walked to the bed weakly, and fell headfirst on the quilt.

Qing'er looked at Zhao Wujiang's residence curiously, her big eyes moved around.

"Wow, Mr. Zhao, you have a lot of medicine here."

Being pulled up again by Qing'er, Zhao Wujiang murmured inwardly, "Qing'er, can you sleep for a while?"

Qing'er heard this, her pretty face turned red, she clutched her small chest, and said timidly: "Must you sleep. Me?"

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Which teacher taught you reading comprehension? Zhao Wujiang tilted his head, dark circles appeared under his eyes, and said, "Then come here."

"No, no, I'm not ready yet..." Qing'er pursed her rosy lips and said seriously.

But Zhao Wujiang was already too lazy to talk to him, and fell asleep by himself.

Qing'er squatted beside the bed, resting her cheeks, quietly looking at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face.

She pursed her lips and smiled, not waking Zhao Wujiang up.

She came to the table and saw Zhao Wujiang's usual medicine box was placed on the table.

Afterwards, Qing'er opened the medicine box, and there were bottles and jars of various colors inside.

She found a familiar medicine bottle, which contained the small sugar pills that Zhao Wujiang made that she often ate, and then she picked up another medicine bottle, which contained taupe powder. She opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it lightly. , smell aromatic.

"Is it powdered sugar?"

Qing'er was puzzled, she picked up the bottle containing the powder, and decided to add it to the lotus seed soup later, so that the lotus seed soup would be very sweet.

The sun is shining three poles, and the sun is shining brightly.

"Your Majesty, we are back." Qing'er smiled sweetly.

"Why have you been away for so long?" Wu Meiniang asked in confusion, she saw Zhao Wujiang and nodded and smiled at him.

Qing'er quickly ran to the table and sat down, and said: "Who made Master Zhao such a lazy pig."

Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

"What is it? It smells so good."

Zhao Wujiang's drooping eyes widened, he smelled a fragrance, and his stomach growled uncontrollably.

He sat down at the table and found that in addition to the exquisite pastries that Wu Meiniang usually prepared, there were a few extra painted porcelain bowls, which contained crystal clear, moist and delicious lotus seed soup.

Holding the porcelain bowl, Qing'er started to suck, her face was full of satisfaction, after a while, the lotus seed soup in the bowl bottomed out, she seemed to remember something, and took out the medicine bottle containing gray-brown medicine powder from her bosom.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Wu Meiniang asked suspiciously, she couldn't recognize what the powder in the bottle was.

Qing'er said in a low voice: "The lotus seed soup tastes a bit bitter, I want to add some sugar."

"Don't add it, give it to me, how many sweets do you want to eat a day?" Wu Meiniang stretched out her hand, and Qing'er resentfully handed the medicine bottle to Wu Meiniang.

Zhao Wujiang kept his head buried in his breakfast.

"I knew that my mother boiled lotus seed soup early in the morning, just for Mr. Zhao, I don't want to eat it." Qing'er said, holding up a porcelain bowl with both hands and started to drink.

Zhao Wujiang raised his head in doubt, just in time to meet Wu Meiniang's eyes.

Wu Meiniang averted her eyes, her heart was pounding.

At this moment, her cheeks were slightly red, and she said unnaturally:
"Master Zhao Zhao, didn't you talk about getting angry the day before yesterday? It just so happens that there are some lotus seeds in the palace, which can be used to clear away the heat."

By the end, her voice was getting smaller and smaller.

"No wonder this lotus seed soup is so delicious. It turns out that there is still a heart of empress."

Zhao Wujiang said without blushing, he drank the lotus seed soup in one gulp.

Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes flickered.

After leaving Zhaoyi Palace, Zhao Wujiang came to Secretary Province.

He summoned his secretary, Cheng, and found portraits of officials with ranks in the official records in the court from the 23rd year of Zhenguan to the sixth year of Yonghui in the Tangzang Pavilion.

The fidelity of the portrait, although not as lifelike as the portraits of Lingyan Pavilion's courtiers, is more than enough for Zhao Wujiang to recognize the masked man.

He kept flipping through, and the sound of flipping paper never stopped in Tangzang Pavilion.

It was early noon, Zhao Wujiang searched through all the portrait albums, but couldn't find the masked man.

Could it be that he is not an official?

No, then why do I feel that he looks familiar?

"Forget it, find an artist to draw it, and then ask others."

Soon, a middle-aged man with a mustache and squinting eyes appeared on the drawing paper.

Wang Yifang has been in Chang'an City for a long time, maybe he recognizes it, but if it is not possible, show it to the Minister of Rites. Zhao Wujiang came to Sibu Zangshu Pavilion, and as expected, he saw Wang Yifang buried in the sea of ​​books in Dingbu.

"Brother Wang, how are you today?" Zhao Wujiang cupped his fists.

Wang Yifang raised his head when he heard the sound, and found that it was Zhao Wujiang, he said happily:

"Come, brother, sit here."

Zhao Wujiang sat down in response, spread out the drawing paper, and was about to inquire, only to hear a surprised sound.

"Hey, brother, who is on the drawing paper in your hand? Why do you think you have seen it before?"

"Have you actually seen it?"

Wang Yifang took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully, with a pensive expression on his face, then shook his head: "I still can't remember, brother, where did you get the portrait?"

Zhao Wujiang sighed, it's hard to explain, it's impossible to reveal that he knows how to see through, right?
"I suspect that this person has a great connection with the murder case of the Criminal Ministry."

"Oh?"

Wang Yifang looked solemn, and looked at the drawing paper carefully, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly, as if thinking of something, he said loudly, "Uncle Jiu!"

As soon as the words were finished, a figure stepped out from the bookshelf, it was the old servant of the Wang family who stopped Zhao Wujiang before.

"Uncle Jiu, you have a good memory, let me see if you have seen this person before." Wang Yifang handed over the drawing paper.

The old servant of the Wang family kept looking at the middle-aged man on the drawing paper with his muddy old eyes, and confirmed with his face:

"Da Lang, I am sure, I have seen this person before, he should be"

(End of this chapter)