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

Chapter 237 The past and the future are vividly visible

Shrouded in gray mist, Zhao Wujiang paced slowly.

He walked through the fog, and in front of him was the familiar Fourth Library Pavilion of Secretary Province.

Wang Yifang buried his head in the sea of ​​books.

Uncle Jiu, an old servant of the Wang family, leaned on the bookshelf, put his arms around him, and said with a smile:

"Master, this is the first official meeting after entering the palace, are you sure you want me to do what you say?"

"You bully him first and see how he reacts?" Wang Yifang smiled slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Okay, he's here, he's coming." Jiu Bo straightened his clothes, walked out, coughed, and roared angrily:

"Are you done yet?
You secretaries are not doing business every day, are you not convinced that you lost to the master yesterday?

Just sent a new secretary today to bother my master?

"

Looking at this scene, Zhao Wujiang laughed sincerely. It turned out that when he first entered the library that day, Uncle Wang's initial arrogance and domineering was just pretending.

Uncle Wang Jiajiu took out a blue token with a proud expression on his face:
"Did you see this token? It was given to my master by the emperor today. My master was the proctor of the imperial examination in the sixth year of Yonghui!"

Zhao Wujiang, who had just become a secretary, took out the invigilator's token from his inner sleeve: "Old man! Is this what you're talking about?"

The past is like yesterday, and it is vivid in my memory. The official meeting between the two after entering the palace started like this.

Wang Yifang held the ancient book in his hand and kept his eyes fixed. He listened to the conversation between Uncle Jiu and Zhao Wujiang, with a heartfelt smile on his face, and whispered softly:

"Long time no see. Zhao Wujiang."

Zhao Wujiang turned his head suddenly, he heard Wang Yifang's murmur at the end of this memory just now.

The next moment, the fog surged, and the picture was fragmented and turned into billowing fog.

Red, fiery red, hazy, like a raging fire.

Black, dark, deep, you and I can't see you and me hiding in the dark.

"Zhao Wujiang, hurry up, someone is coming!"

An anxious cry came from Zhao Wujiang's ear, this call was so familiar, he heard it through the fog.

There were countless corpses around, and the heroic Wang Xi had disheveled hair and was very anxious. She kept helping "Zhao Wujiang", but "Zhao Wujiang" was as limp as mud and lifeless.

"Wang Yifang, aren't you going to save him?" A magnetic voice was exceptionally clear in the dark night.

Perhaps in the memory, all sounds are eerily amplified.

Zhao Wujiang found Yang Bingen and Wang Yifang, Hebei Road Observers who were hiding in the dark.

"Don't worry." Wang Yifang's brows were anxious, but he said that he was not in a hurry.

Not far away, Wang Xi hurriedly took out a small bottle from his bosom, poured Tianshui into Zhao Wujiang's mouth without any hesitation.

"Hei boy, you must wake up."

The torches approached in the distance, and a crowd of horses swarmed in from the mist.

"Zhao Wujiang, wait for me! I'll call someone to save you!"

The moisture in Wang Xi's eyes receded and disappeared into the mist under the night.

Silly girl. Zhao Wujiang shook his head with a smile.

"Brother Wang, hurry up and take Zhao Wujiang away!" Wang Yifang said in a deep voice.

"Where are you taking it?"

"Cleanse room!"

"No way, Wang Yifang? Are you going to eunuch him?"

"I'm going to eunuch you! There's someone from me in the cleansing room, and I'll arrange his identity when the time comes, why don't you act quickly?"

"You beg me?" Yang Bingen laughed loudly, stepped lightly, flew out, and mentioned "Zhao Wujiang".

The fog surged, and the picture gradually shattered, turning into a dreamlike gray fog, hazy and boundless.

Zhao Wujiang stepped out, and the screen returned to Huguofang.

"To the list, I want to add one more person!" Wang Yifang sat upright, he was very elegant, and looked much younger than Zhao Wujiang remembered at the moment.

Surrounded by Li Changfeng, an old servant of the Wei family, and others, Li Xiaozuo is still a lively and lovely little girl, running around constantly, and from time to time tossing around the armor that the Mo family worked so hard to make.

Li Changfeng's sword eyebrows slanted, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi: "Who?"

"Zhao Wujiang!" Wang Yifang handed out a picture of a boy with a thick head and a thick head.

Li Changfeng frowned: "Who is Zhao Wujiang? Such a young age? It's hard to take on this important task!"

"This is a painting from a few years ago, regardless of age, he must be added!" Wang Yifang said in a deep voice, without any doubt.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the painting, the person in the painting was himself with a tiger head and a tiger brain.

"Where is he?" Li Changfeng looked at the painting, but didn't see anything unusual.

"Jiannan Road, Zhaojia Village, Yucheng!" Wang Yifang said slowly.

Li Changfeng exclaimed: "Zhao Family Village?"

The picture stopped abruptly and turned into billowing mist, just like Zhao Wujiang's mood at the moment, constantly surging, overwhelming.

Just now he saw Li Changfeng's shocked expression with his own eyes, and he exclaimed.

What happened to Zhaojia Village in Yucheng, Jiannan Road?Is there anything strange, why did Li Changfeng exclaim?
Zhao Wujiang looked at the billowing gray fog, he kept pushing it away with his hands, and kept striding forward, he desperately wanted to see more distant memories.

This is a village after the rain, and the air is full of the fragrance of earth and grass.

Zhao Wujiang looked around, surrounded by domestic servants with vigilant expressions, and in front were Li Shimin and Empress Changsun in casual clothes.

He looked back, and the young Li Zhi was talking with Wen Yong.

Isn't this the last memory that Grand Master Wen Yong can't forget?Zhao Wujiang's face was serious, why did he see this scene in his elder brother's memory?
By the way, big brother. He turned his eyes around, and saw the young and handsome Wang Yifang behind the crowd. Wang Yifang was holding the album in his hand, frowning and looking at it constantly.

Zhao Wujiang ran quickly through the crowd.

"what!!"

A shrill cry sounded.

"Go and see, what happened?" Li Shimin said solemnly.

The chief eunuch Wen Yong rushed to check.

Zhao Wujiang turned a deaf ear and didn't look back, he knew that this was the scene where Wen Yong was about to save the child Ayu.

He came to Wang Yifang's side and found that Wang Yifang was reading the album with great interest.

"Let it go, let it go, Yifang." An old voice sounded.

Zhao Wujiang saw that he was an old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, deep eyes and deep eyes.

"Wei Gong, just now in this village, I found a clay pot with some familiar totems engraved on it, so I took out the album to check." Wang Yifang was neither humble nor overbearing, and did not put away the album.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the album, and the next moment, his heart was overwhelmed. The content in the album was just a part of the dragon vein behind the giant bronze gate under Zhaoling Mausoleum.

Wei Zheng stroked his beard, lightly tapped Wang Yifang's forehead, with a smile on his face:
"You, you, what are you thinking about so much, it's rare to travel, so just relax!

Have fun when you are having fun, and work hard when you are working hard! "

at the same time.

"Ouch." A voice yelled from behind.

Wei Zheng, Wang Yifang and Zhao Wujiang looked at the same time.

A child with a thick head and a thick head fell to the ground, with one hand pressed into the mud after the rain, and the other hand tightly holding the small medicine basket on his back, which was full of medicinal materials.

Seeing Wei Zheng and Wang Yifang's eyes, the little boy got up pouted, feeling a little ashamed, he helped the medicine basket behind his back, and wiped the tattered trousers with his muddy hands.

Suddenly, the boy's pure and innocent black and white eyes narrowed slightly, and a curious look appeared on his small face. Instead of looking at Wang Yifang and Wei Zheng, he looked straight at Zhao Wujiang, and his gaze penetrated Zhao Wujiang in an instant. mind.

In Zhao Wujiang's heart, lightning flashed, thunder thundered, the lake and the sea fell to the sky, he was not only shocked that the boy could see him, but also shocked that the boy was his past self.

At this moment, a soft call sounded, light and sweet, familiar and deep, trembling to the bone.

"Little Ah Zhao!"

(End of this chapter)