The heinous crime of time travel

Xiao Yao is one head and two big.

Such a greedy and lazy person like myself, why do I always encounter things that make me angry.

Young Master Mu was originally the owner of the Xiaoyao Demon Palace, what he has learned all his life... Xiao Yao rolled his eyes, he probably died of exhaustion before the fight started.

Thinking so in his heart, Xiao Yao faced Mu Yunshen, but he didn't dare to steal or play tricks at all. He was frightened by the paranoia in Mr. Mu's words, as if his death would be a major event related to the whole world. Inadvertently, it's fine to drag the whole family behind... There is a reason for blood relatives to be buried with them, but for other irrelevant people, that's really bad luck.

"Master Mu," Xiao Yao grinned, with a comforting smile on his soft face, "Don't worry, I'll run away if I can't beat him. I didn't die in Duan Fu's hands 20 years ago, and I don't die now. Won't."

Saying that, he rushed up to hug him, and added beamingly, "It's rare that you care about me, let's discuss it, don't always be so sullen, and don't always think so much, you are not afraid of dying, I am afraid... "

Xiao Yao's face turned red, and he murmured, "Then what...it's the first time I like someone, you have to be good, and I will piss off my parents later,"

The old blue bricks and stone slabs in the corridor silently watched the two of them get tired and crooked, and they couldn't grow two legs to avoid suspicion, so they were built in place without embarrassment or embarrassment.

Because there are connected places up and down, the corridor is not stuffy, and the wind blows in in various twists and turns, exhausting the cold air. Mu Yunshen began to warm up from the heart, and blood finally appeared on his face.

"I'll have to watch over you from now on," Mu Yunshen said, "I'm planning on your life, and you'll admit it with a smile... The number one fool in the world, don't let others abduct you."

This sentence makes sense, there is Liu Baiweng outside, thinking about being taken advantage of all day long.

When Mu Yunshen said this, his hands passed around Xiao Yao's neck.The flat stone wall was slightly loose under his fingertips, and there was a soft "bang" sound, and a door suddenly opened behind Xiao Yao.

The door is very strangely opened, there is a pleat in the middle, it is sunken directly from the corner, there seems to be some kind of mechanism inside, obviously there is no ignition, but it suddenly turns bright from the inner hall, and dozens of candles lined up shine on the lampshade Among them, a room of scriptures appeared.

But immediately, Mu Yunshen pulled out the hand that was pressing on the wall, and tore out the entire organ stone, but it was empty inside, and there was something wrapped in oiled paper.The rotten breath climbed up along Mu Yunshen's fingertips, Xiao Yao was infected by the dense death breath, he shivered slightly, and took a step away from Mu Yunshen's arms.

"What is this?" Xiao Yao asked.

Mu Yunshen didn't answer immediately, his indifferent brows frowned slightly, holding the thing that had been hidden in the dark for many years in his hands, and suddenly said, "The first emperor's throne was disgraceful, so this dynasty is extremely disgraceful." Taboo, everything must be orthodox in passing the throne, and there must be at least three ministers of the auxiliary country present... Besides, burning incense, offering sacrifices to heaven, and drafting edicts are also indispensable. The death of the first emperor was caught off guard, and the ministers of the auxiliary country were present one by one Being assassinated and the imperial decree disappeared without a trace, this led to civil strife, and Zhao Mingliang took advantage of it for nothing."

His eyes full of hostility turned to Xiao Yao, and he calmed down suddenly, extinguishing the murderous intent in his voice, and said with a smile, "You come from a famous family, and I'm afraid you have seen many of these things—if it weren't for this, Zhao Mingliang was neither a descendant nor a The eldest son, even if he takes office in the feudal land and works hard to govern, and is loved by others, he will not be able to achieve great things."

"I know a little bit about this matter... The royal family is a matter of the world, and there are always people who talk about their tongues." Xiao Yao nodded, "It is said that there are a group of killers around Zhao Mingliang, and their martial arts are unfathomable. The Minister of Fuguo is their hands... Even the cause of the late emperor's death is unknown. Just because this group of people never showed up in their real bodies, it is not certain whether this rumor is true or not."

"Not necessarily?" Mu Yunshen looked at Xiao Yao with great interest, "Do you know what I'm holding in my hand?"

Because the lights in the inner hall were very bright, some seeped out, and the surroundings of Mu Yunshen were painted dark gold.The oiled paper bag in his hand was so thin that he could almost see through it to see the yellowed paper inside.

It seems that someone has reassembled it, sewn it together with thick hemp thread, there are words on it, and there seems to be a pattern, which is not real.

Mu Yunshen opened it slowly, exposing the contents inside to the air—it was indeed a few rough sheets of paper, each with only a few numbers on it.

There is also that tofu-like painter, who reveals an untimely frivolity everywhere.

"I'm afraid it's from the same family as the painter of portraits in the government - I can't tell what kind of breed it is under my nose." Xiao Yao touched it when he owed it, and was patted by Mu Yunshen on the back of his hand, and hurriedly Withdrawing back, he continued with a playful smile, "It's not surprising to see it."

"The totem on the first page is the peony... There are two lines below it, it says two people, a man and a woman, both masked and their faces unknown, the second page is Acacia, with the words Su and Bai in the next letter... and so on. "

As Mu Yunshen spoke, he handed the scroll that he had read countless times to Xiao Yao, "But these people with records disappeared one after another in the rivers and lakes, and I suspect..."

"Peony," Xiao Yao interrupted him suddenly, "my mother is like a master who jumped out of nowhere—it's just that in the martial arts, all masters have never been unknown, unless they deliberately hide their identities. She even abandoned the more convenient 'Peony', use another unknown sword." As a result, "Peony", a flamboyant rogue, spread rumors and became a legendary "famous weapon".

"Even so, the other man is definitely not my father. His old man can't do such sneaky things."

"I never doubted Old General Xiao... It's more likely that you recruited someone from Hujia Mountain." Mu Yunshen mentioned this incident again seemingly inadvertently. The dagger-like dagger of the "Beloved" is indeed very "obscene", and it is really unusual. It would be a ghost if it was not remembered by someone who cared about it.

However, Mu Yunshen's mind was in the water, and he held back for so long before making indirect remarks, and Xiao Yao was about to applaud him.

On the unfolded scroll, there are a total of twelve flower pavilions, some of which may have suffered accidents and have been obliterated with a pen, and the rest are also vague, and there is no clue.

The first place is Peony, followed by Acacia. Among the first four are lotus and peony. Which ones are unknown.

The four in the middle are: poppy, jasmine, mandala and winter jasmine, but there are only two preserved.

Xiao Yao's gaze moved, and he handed the scroll to Mu Yunshen, and asked him, "Is the word Shen written under the poppy flower?"

Because of the age, the line of poppy has been artificially altered, and it is barely possible to see what is written below, but it is becoming more and more difficult to recognize which word it is.

"I think, Shen Yanzhi is Duan Fu's son. Both of them have admitted it with their own mouths. Judging from their appearance, they don't seem to be casually picking up relatives... But Shen Yanzhi doesn't follow his father's surname, and it's impossible for him to create an extra ancestor out of thin air. A hundred years later, if he wants to recognize his clan, but cannot return to Duan, he will enter Shen, presumably his mother's surname is Shen."

Xiao Yao frowned, thinking seriously about one thing, "My father once said that Duan Fu once had a favorite concubine, who was a foreigner, very beautiful, with a light body like a finch, called Yu Meiren, later given the surname Shen, but this girl disappeared after two years. She is just a lowly concubine, Duan Fu doesn't pursue it, and others don't care."

The thin roll of paper seemed to carry the foundation of the country, and it became extremely heavy by the way. Xiao Yao turned it over and over again like a hot potato for a while, and then threw it to Mu Yunshen in a blink of an eye.

When the above sheets of paper changed hands, they were inadvertently flipped open, revealing the bottom two pavilions——the elegant Clivia with tassels hanging down, hooking the petals of the plum blossoms next to it, with two lines of large characters on it: Liu Baiweng , Ruan frivolous.

"..." Whoever does this kind of unconscionable thing is hiding it. Liu Baiweng and this frivolous Ruan are afraid that their fate is too long, so they will make a note on this list, and the whole family may not be able to do it. Peaceful.

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Liu also..." Xiao Yao secretly sighed.

People who were able to follow Zhao Mingliang to fight the world, even if they were not one of the best in martial arts, they should not be able to lift their hands, shoulders, resist, or even lose their eyesight.In the rivers and lakes of heroism and ambition, there is only one cage left in the end, trapping those who can get by.

It's nothing more than the wind and frost of the past 30 years, but nearly half of the people on this paper have withered, some are anonymous, or their heads are in a different place, and the younger generation can't bear their ambitions, and more of them are just as mediocre as Xiao Yao , I just want to live a comfortable life.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Shixue is considered reasonable, allowing Xiao Yao to ruin his reputation so much, the so-called great feat of pacifying the country and the world was not imposed on him.

"Young Master Mu, although this thing is useless, but Zhao Mingliang's connections in the past have fallen into your hands, so he must not be able to sleep." Xiao Yao said again.

He didn't mean to make insinuations. This stack of papers looks thrilling, but time has passed, and they are very neat. People who don't bother to study them can't understand them. What's more, there are eight hundred rumors against the royal family every year. Seriously, Zhao Mingliang might have just been cut into eight pieces by the crown prince, and later he was assembled to go to a woman from a good family... So just a few pieces of paper did not pose any threat to him.

But Zhao Mingliang has always been known for his prudence in doing things, and he will probably keep this thing close to him - the paper is not a threat, what is a threat is the source of the paper.

"Aren't you in collusion with the palace?"