The rising sun, the eunuch's residence.

Zhao Wujiang yawned for a long time, intending to fulfill the teachings of the Huilang Sect and sleep well for a while.

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

He folded the black robe neatly, placed it at the head of the bed, and then lay down with a comfortable and calm face.

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

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

The wooden door was opened.

Qing'er entered the house, looked at Zhao Wujiang's worried eyes, and wondered, "Lord Zhao, what's wrong with you, didn't you sleep well?" ”

"Nonsense, you want me to sleep." Zhao Wujiang walked to the side of the bed weakly and fell on the futon.

Qing'er looked at Zhao Wujiang's residence curiously, her eyes moving smartly.

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

was pulled up by Qing'er again, and Zhao Wujiang secretly sighed, "Qing'er, can you give me a nap?" ”

When Qing'er heard this, her pretty face turned red, she covered her little breasts, and said timidly: "You must sleep... Me? ”

？？？

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

"No, no, no, people aren't ready ......yet," Qing'er pursed her ruddy mouth and said with a serious face.

But Zhao Wujiang had already lazy to pay attention to him, and fell asleep by himself.

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

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

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

Then, Qing'er opened the medicine box, which was full of bottles and cans of different colors.

She found a familiar medicine bottle, which was a small sugar pill that Zhao Wujiang had refined that she often ate, and then she picked up a medicine bottle casually, which was gray-brown powder, she opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it gently, the smell was fragrant.

"Is it powdered sugar?"

Qing'er was puzzled, she picked up the bottle with 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.

"Mother, we're back." Qing'er smiled sweetly.

"Why have you been around for so long?" Wu Meiniang was puzzled, she saw Zhao Wujiang and nodded and smiled at him.

Qing'er quickly ran to the table and sat down, and said, "Who made Lord Zhao a big lazy pig." ”

Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Something, it smells so good."

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

He sat down at the table and found that in addition to the delicate pastries that Wu Meiniang usually prepared, there were also several additional painted porcelain bowls, which contained crystal watery and delicious lotus seed soup.

Qing'er held the porcelain bowl and began to suck, her face was full of satisfaction, and 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 powder from her arms.

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

Qing'er whispered: "The lotus seed soup is a little bitter in my mouth, I want to add some sugar." ”

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

Zhao Wujiang has been immersed in eating breakfast.

"I knew that Niangniang started boiling lotus seed soup early in the morning, just for Lord Zhao, and I won't eat it." Qing'er said, picked up a porcelain bowl with both hands and began to suck.

Zhao Wujiang raised his head in confusion, just making eye contact with Wu Meiniang.

Wu Meiniang's eyes dodged, and her heart was pounding.

Her cheeks were slightly red at the moment, and she said unnaturally:

"Zhao... Lord Zhao, didn't you say that the day before yesterday was on fire, it just so happened that there were some lotus seeds in the palace, which could be used to clear the heat......"

By the end, her voice grew quieter.

"No wonder this lotus seed soup is so delicious, it turns out that there is still a piece of Dan heart of the mother."

Zhao Wujiang's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he dried up the lotus seed soup in one bite.

Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes flashed.

......

Leaving Zhaoyi Palace, Zhao Wujiang came to the Secretary Province.

He summoned his secretary Cheng and found the portraits of officials with rank in the official register from the 23rd year of Zhenguan to the 6th year of Yonghui in the Tang Zang Pavilion.

Although the portrait is not as lifelike as the portrait of Ling Yan Pavilion's courtiers, it is more than enough for Zhao Wujiang to recognize the masked man.

He kept flipping through it, and the sound of the paper turning in the Tang Zang Pavilion did not stop.

After noon, Zhao Wujiang rummaged through all the portrait albums, but he couldn't find the masked man.

Could it be that he is not an official?

No, why do I feel like he's familiar?

"Let's just find a painter to draw it, and then ask someone else."

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

Wang Yifang has been in Chang'an City for a long time, maybe he can recognize it, but he really can't do it, so he will show it to the Ministry of Rites...... Zhao Wujiang came to the Four Library Pavilion, and sure enough, he met Wang Yifang in the sea of books in the Ding Department.

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

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

"Come, Brother Xian, sit here."

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

"Hey, Brother Xian, who is on the drawing paper in your hand? How do you feel like you've seen it anywhere? ”

"Have you really seen it?"

Wang Yifang took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully, thought about it, and then shook his head: "I still can't remember, where did you get the portrait of the virtuous brother?" ”

Zhao Wujiang sighed, it's not easy to explain, it's impossible to expose himself to see through, right?

"I suspect that this person has a lot to do with the murder in the Criminal Department."

"Oh?"

Wang Yifang's expression was solemn, and he looked at the drawing paper carefully, and always felt a sense of familiarity.

In the end, he shook his head helplessly, as if remembering something, he said loudly: "Uncle Jiu! ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure walked out of the bookshelf, it was the old servant of the Wang family who had stopped Zhao Wujiang before.

"Uncle Jiu, you have a good memory, take a look for me if you have seen this person." Wang Yifang handed over the drawing paper.

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

"Da Lang, old man is sure, I have seen this person before, he should be ......"