Tang Xizong had to hide in the Tang Palace in Chang'an City, and the bad thing was that when he and Yang Fugong were fighting for me, Wei Zhuang quietly slipped away from the Tang Palace. *Miscellaneous Chronicles*

In other words, because of the competition between Tang Xizong and Yang Fugong, those who guarded Wei Zhuang felt that the situation was not good, so they quietly let Wei Zhuang go in order to find a way out for themselves, Tang Xizong found out that Wei Zhuang had escaped, and he couldn't help but be furious, he shouted and vowed revenge.

However, Tang Xizong is just bragging. After Wei Zhuang left the palace of the Tang Dynasty, he immediately got in touch with the Intelligence Department under Tang Zhangwei's jurisdiction.

Those officials of the Intelligence Department, they tried their best to send Wei Zhuang out of the city.

At this time, Bai Cunxiao, who had been chasing Li Keyong and the rest of his army, returned to the vicinity of Chang'an City.

Tang Zhangwei personally went to meet this fierce general, although Bai Cunxiao eliminated most of Li Keyong's remnants in the pursuit, but Li Keyong's four brothers and other core forces still escaped.

Bai Cunxiao regarded this as a regret, and said: "I'm afraid that they will fan the flames everywhere and cause us trouble." ”

Remy led Diana into the next room, and with a screed of a piece of flooring, opened a trapdoor as wide as the room, all the way to the wall.

When the trapdoor opened, revealing a steep, narrow black rumbling staircase, Remy went in first, and then extended his fist to Diana, who took his fist and followed.

The staircase, or rather the ladder, had twenty steps, and below it was a dark and damp circular basement. The only utensils in the basement were a large stove, a square table, two chairs made of straw, and many small glass bottles with thin necks, and iron basins.

A non-calling goat and a few non-vocal birds are the whole occupant, and they seem to be ghosts of animals of their kind rather than the animals themselves.

The embers in the stove will not be extinguished, and the thick, black smoke will disappear quietly through the pipes embedded in the walls.

On top of the stove was a distiller, slowly straining out drop by drop of the golden liquid.

The liquid dripped into a small, white, long-necked glass vial, two fingers thick but extremely transparent. The tube of the retort is connected to the glass bottle, and the mouth of the bottle is sealed.

Diana walked down and stopped in the midst of the strange shapes that existed, neither surprised nor frightened. It can simply be said that those normal impressions of life no longer have any effect on this woman, she has lived outside of life. Remy motioned for her to stop at the foot of the stairs. She stopped just where Remy was pointing.

The young man had lit a lamp, and a blue-gray light cast on all the things we had so carefully described, some of them had been sleeping and some of them were moving in the dark.

Then he approached a well, which had been dug in the basement near a wall, and there was neither a railing nor a stone fence. He tied the bucket to a long rope, without a pulley, and put it into the water, which was sleeping gloomily at the bottom of the well, and the water made a low beating sound, and then he hoisted a bucket full of water as clear and cool as crystal.

"Come here, ma'am," said Remy.

Diana walked up to him.

He dripped only a drop of the liquid in a small glass bottle into the bucket full of water, and in an instant the water turned yellow. Then the color faded, and after ten minutes, the water was as transparent as before.

Diana stared intently, indicating that she was paying close attention to the experiment. Remy looked at her.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Well," said Remy, "the water has no taste, no color, and now you take a flower, a glove, and a handkerchief, and dip it in it; If you mix this water with fragrant soap and pour it into a jug from which someone else might draw water to brush your teeth, wash your hands and wash your face, you will see the scent of flowers suffocating people, gloves poisoning people who touch it, and soap getting into pores killing people, as people saw not so long ago in the court of King Charles IX. As long as you put a drop of this pure oil on the wick or wick, the wick of cotton yarn will be soaked by it for an inch to grow, and the smell emitted by this candle or this lamp within an hour can poison people, and after an hour, it will no longer hurt people like other lamps or candles. ”

"Are you absolutely sure of what you're saying, Remy?" Diana asked.

"I've done all of these experiments, ma'am. You look at these birds, they drink water like this, they can't sleep anymore, they don't want to eat or drink anymore. Look at this goat, it has eaten the grass that has been watered with this water, and as a result, it has lost its hair and its eyes are shaking. Even if you let it go now, put it under the sun, and put it in nature, it will be useless. Its life is beyond redemption unless, in nature, where we let it go, it instinctively discovers certain antidotes that humans do not know and that animals can discern. ”

"Can you take a look at this little bottle, Remy?" Diana asked.

"Yes, ma'am, for the liquid is now all in the bottle; Wait a minute, though. Remy carefully separated the vial from the still; Then use a soft wax to immediately plug the mouth of the bottle, then flatten the wax on the mouth of the bottle, and take a piece of tweed to wrap the mouth of the bottle. He handed the bottle to his female companion.

Diana took it indifferently, held it as high as the lamp, and after looking at the thick liquid that was contained in it for a while, she said:

"Enough, when the time comes, we'll pick up bouquets, gloves, lamps, soap or water bottles. Is this liquid in a metal vessel? ”

"It corrodes metal."

"But this little bottle might break."

"I don't think so; Look at how thick the glass is; Moreover, we can put it, more precisely, in a gold sleeve. ”

"Well, then, Remy," Madame continued, "you are satisfied, aren't you?" ”

"Listen, Remy, listen!"

Diana listened intently.

"Do you hear anything?"

"I feel like there's a sound of horses' hooves in the street, Remy, our horse has arrived."

"Probably, ma'am, for they are almost there. Now, though, I'm going to send them back. ”

"Why?"

"Aren't they no longer needed?"

"We're not going to Meridore, Remy, we're going to Flandreux, leaving the horses behind."

"Ahh I get it. ”

Now it was the servant's turn to shine with joy in his eyes, a glint that could only compare to Diana's smile.

"But, Grandchamp," he continued, "what shall we do with him? ”

(End of chapter)