Jiang Qing

After leaving the Hall of Qinzheng, Shuangxi led Bai Bingchen to Zangshu Pavilion.

Today, the historian Xiu Mu found no one in the huge library, and gave Bai Bingchen a room of cleanliness.

After Shuangxi bowed to see Bai Bingchen inside, he stood guard outside the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

On the sunny day just now, as the scriptures under Bai Bingchen piled up dozens of times, it was raining sparsely. He put down the scriptures in his hand and looked at Misty Rain.

The slanted raindrops fell on the scriptures that had been copied, and the ink stained a little, but he still didn't know it.

After copying the scriptures for half a day, Bai Bingchen's head was a little dizzy, and even his eyes looking at Luo Yu were covered with a layer of confusion.

Most of the seal incense on the table was burned, and the light sandalwood mixed with the cool water vapor wrapped around his cheek and patted him gently, bringing Bai Bingchen back to his senses.

Seeing that a small corner of the scriptures that had been copied had been wet, he frantically went to close the window behind him.

A gust of wind blew up the curtains, and Bai Bingchen caught a glimpse of a figure among the bookshelves from the corner of his eye, but when he looked again, there was nothing there.

He felt that he must have been at his desk for a long time, and a phantom appeared in front of his eyes.

Stretching his tired wrists, Bai Bingchen stood up and fought against the wind-sucked window.But the time it took to copy just now was too long, and his wrist strength was weak, so he couldn't close it for a while.

"Master, do you need help?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded through the curtain, Bai Bingchen was distracted, his hand lost strength, and was scratched by the edge of the window.

Drops of blood leaked from the slender opening, but Bai Bingchen didn't care about it, only to hear Mei Shao's voice sound again: "Your Majesty is the new Minister of the Ministry of War, and today I'm here to look up some documents on flood control in Cangzhou. I didn't want to disturb the historian. My lord, I dared to ask only when I saw that the Historian seemed to be in some trouble."

When he was in Luofengzhai, Qingxuan once mentioned to Mei Shao that "Pingzhou Ji", which records the deeds of the Wu people, is in the Cangshu Pavilion.Previously, Mei Shao had no official position, so it was inconvenient for him to walk in the palace. Now he intends to find out by looking up the names of Cangzhou's flood control files over the years.

Li Guochao respected historians, and every generation of emperors was proud of compiling history books, and Zhao Zhen was no exception.

Historians can go in and out of the Library Pavilion to read books at will, and there are partitioned seats beside the bookshelves, and the hanging curtains are drooping, giving them enough private history writing space, and no one can disturb them at will.

Before Mei Shao came in, the door was unlocked and no one was guarding it.He didn't expect that there were still people here on the day when the historian Xiu Mu was supposed to be here.

Seeing that the figure behind the curtain was struggling to close the window, he opened his mouth after looking at it for a while.

Knowing that Mei Shao mistook himself for a historian, Bai Bingchen didn't reply.

After a pause, seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Bai Bingchen stretched out his hand from behind the curtain.

A pair of plain white hands were spread out in front of Mei Shao, and blue veins appeared faintly on the too thin hands.

Mei Shao froze on the spot, it took him a while to realize what he meant, and stretched out his wrist for him to hold.

In order to protect the historian from interference from outside personnel, according to the law of the holy ancestor of the Li Kingdom, no one is allowed to spy on the compilation of the historian. Even Zhao Zhen himself does not know which historian is responsible for which historical book.

Mei Shao didn't dare to lift the curtain, so he had to lean sideways and let Bai Bingchen take his hand and put it on the handle on the edge of the window.

Through a thick curtain, Bai Bingchen stared at this person who was only a short distance away from him, even breathing slowly, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of this moment.

With her sharp claws removed, Mei Shao is as quiet as a cat, making people want to reach out and touch her.

Bai Bingchen stretched out his index finger, and carefully described his side face from the air. Imagining his appearance, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips.

Only at such a moment, he dared to unscrupulously cast his fiery eyes on that person's side face.

Even though Mei Shao was not in front of him for six years, he was slowly growing in Bai Bingchen's heart day and night. He imagined Mei Shao's appearance when he grew up, imagined that his bright eyes would be more sparkling, and imagined that he was a bit milky at first. Fat, childish face will become a little angular, imagining that people who were originally about the same size as themselves will be much taller.

According to Bai Bingchen's thinking, Mei Shao really grew up slowly in his heart, until he stood in front of him again, and he was no different from the one he imagined in his heart.

How many times the fear of waking up from dreaming in the middle of the night was slowly polished to calm down at this moment.

He is still alive, and it is enough to live where he can touch.

"Click—" The window closed.

Following Mei Shao's retreat, the slanted curtain hangs down smoothly again, as if nothing happened.

Mei Shao pulled out his hand and shook his wrist uncomfortably. It was obviously just an ordinary effort, but he felt that those eyes through the curtain were still fixed on him, and even the touched wrist All become different.

"I don't know if my lord has a copy of "Cangzhou Waterway Records Examination"?"

According to the location that Qingxuan told himself, Mei Shao did not find the shadow of "Pingzhou Ji" on the bookshelf, thinking that there was only a historian behind the curtain in this room, so he couldn't help but want to test it out.

There was a sound of pages being turned inside the curtain, and after a while, a book was delivered.

It is indeed "Cangzhou Waterway Records".

Mei Shao pursed his lips, and wanted to ask about the whereabouts of "Pingzhou Ji", but he swallowed the words. He reached out to take the book, and saw a long and thin dark scar on the man's wrist, and his eyes were dark.

With that book in his arms, Mei Shao had no reason to stay and had to leave.

Bai Bingchen's eyes fell on the "Pingzhou Ji" under the scriptures. He remembered the words of "no self" in the book library today, and took this book by accident, but he hadn't read it yet. turn.

Originally, he only thought that the old Taoist was talking nonsense, telling some unofficial stories, but the more he looked back, Bai Bingchen's brows were furrowed tighter, and the doubts in his heart gradually became clearer.

Among them, only one volume is written about Wu Clan's affairs that Wuwo has been muttering about. It is said that when Emperor Mu Dedi, the founding emperor of the Li Kingdom, was fighting in the area, he relied on the wisdom of Mr. Fu Dige and the Wu Clan patriarch's Wu Clan. Gu art.

The witch tribe was born in the smoky jungle in the south of the country of Li, and developed for the tribe. When Emperor Mu De fought, he voluntarily became a sharp blade in his hands, relying on witchcraft to confuse the enemy army, and voodoo to control his own army.

The army that has been subjected to insect Gu is extremely heroic and fierce. On the battlefield, it can fight against a hundred without fatigue, until it bleeds to death, and still fights with weapons in hand.

The Wu Clan respects blood, and only the patriarch of the Wu Clan has the ability to perform this witchcraft technique. Only by feeding the Gu insects with their own blood and feeding the generals can it be effective.

Emperor Mu De used this to sweep the six directions and ascended the throne as emperor, but because he was afraid of the power of the Wu clan, he secretly murdered him at the celebration banquet where the head of the Wu clan was crowned king.

The Witch King was wounded and fled to the south, and Emperor Mu De sent people to chase him all the way. After the Witch King fled back to the Wu tribe, he realized that there were very few tribesmen in the battle. He looked around blankly and wept bitterly.

He threw away his heart with the witch knife, took out the golden Gu, delivered it to the next generation's patriarch, and died of vomiting blood.

The Witch King did not leave any heirs, so he could only inherit the Witch Clan by means of planing Gu.But there is no blood connection, and the witch clan lost most of their witchcraft skills, so they had to keep a low profile and move around with the few remaining clansmen to avoid the pursuit of Emperor Mu De.

But with Mr. Fudige who knows the world, their whereabouts will be exposed every time they move, and they didn't recover a life until they withdrew into the Dian kingdom full of poisonous insects.

Since then, the Witch Clan has completely disappeared in the territory of Li State, and it is difficult to find any traces.Even so, Emperor Mu De still left an imperial edict to warn future generations that they will kill witches and take their golden Gu.

Looking back at the past events of the founding of the country, Bai Bingchen was still surprised at why Emperor Mu De was so obsessed with the Golden Gu, until he saw a line:

The Golden Gu of the Witch Clan can shape the meridians, change lifespan, life and death, flesh and bones, and do things that are unfeasible in the world.

Li Guo has never lacked theories of ghosts and gods, and seeing that the Fudi Pavilion he is in is the most obvious sign left by the gods in the world.No matter how weird and unbelievable the Wu Clan's way of doing things is, no matter how unsubstantiated, Bai Bingchen dare not completely deny it.

Clutching these few pages tightly, the words "Sculpture Meridians" were deeply imprinted in his eyes, and fragments of the past were linked in his mind.

When Bai Bingchen was in charge of interrogating Mei Shao, Concubine Mei Gui begged His Majesty to dismiss the people in the Ministry of Punishment and meet Mei Shao once.

It was after this that Concubine Mei committed suicide in the palace that night with a dagger in her hand.According to the palace people, Concubine Mei Guifei died in a tragic manner, half of the knife point was missing from her heart, until dawn the palace people found that the whole bed was covered with blood.

As a result, Zhaohe Hall became a cold palace, and no concubine dared to live in it.

Even though he had destroyed the meridian with his own hands, Mei Shao was still able to pick out swordsmen all over the place with the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, and entered the Burial Sword Villa. His handwriting was still as elegant as before, without being affected in the slightest.

Such an astonishing repair is beyond the reach of human medical skills. If the golden Gu mentioned in "Pingzhou Ji" really exists, then it was planted in Mei Shao's body by Concubine Mei Gui?

The late emperor probably never thought that the golden Gu that the ancestors had begged for for generations was actually hidden in the body of his concubine in the harem.

Recalling the key point, Bai Bingchen's palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and even the paper in his hands was slightly damp with sweat.

Looking at the words "If you meet a witch, you must kill", Bai Bingchen couldn't help moving his hand up on "Pingzhou Ji", intending to tear these pages from the spine of the book.

He pursed his lips, but let go of his hands, secretly hid the book in his arms, and walked out of the Library Pavilion with a normal expression.

There was a faint voice outside the door. Bai Bingchen opened the door and saw that it was Fushun talking to his apprentice Shuangxi. Seeing him coming out, he hurriedly beat Shuangxi with a chestnut.

"This slave who was stealing and playing tricks just got lazy and left the door to let Mrs. Mei into the library, disturbing Bai Xiangqing." As he said that, he kicked Shuangxi, and Shuangxi knelt down and begged for mercy.

Looking down at Shuangxi, Bai Bingchen didn't delve into it, but felt that there was a charcoal in his arms, and he didn't want to argue with him, so he turned to Fushun and said calmly: "According to the usual practice, there is a body search when you leave the library. .”

Hearing that he took the initiative to mention it, Fushun hurriedly smiled and said: "My servant has dirty hands, how dare I search Baixiang's body, as long as Baixiang doesn't mind that my stupid apprentice is not good at things."

It wasn't until Bai Bingchen walked away that Fushun kicked Shuangxi again, and said, "Where did you go just now?"

"The servant was really anxious, so he went there for a while, who would have thought that Mrs. Mei would go in in just this short time." Shuangxi repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

But Fushun was unmoved, spat and said: "It's because our house can't fit your big Buddha, you want to fly when you pick up a tall branch, don't you? Seeing that Mrs. Mei is so hot now, I want to flatter you, and I don't want to See if you are serving in front of the imperial court, do you have this flattery! His Majesty's eyes are watching, if you make a mistake, I can't save you."

"Tell me! Didn't you pay a lot of money for the ghost marriage of the Jiang family eunuch outside?"

"It's because the slave was infatuated for a while. I heard that the little eunuch of the Jiang family said that as long as I give some silver taels, I can help the slave find a daughter-in-law when he leaves the palace. The slave..."

"Stupid thing! It's a big taboo in the palace to give and receive privately. No wonder His Majesty warned our family to keep an eye on the people under him a few days ago. I didn't expect that the people under him were not clean. It really embarrassed our family. You don't even look at it." What kind of thing are you, and you still count on that thing in your crotch, it's really despicable!"

Shuangxi lowered her head, silently bearing Fushun's scolding, with a trace of hatred in her eyes.