Early in the morning of the second day.

Zhao Wujiang felt the tightness of Wang Yanning overnight, and now he has ridden to the secretary province.

This is a rare early arrival for him, and usually, his leader arrives much later than the employees of the secretary province.

In the Library Pavilion, Wen Yu was wearing a black robe, and now he was also following Zhao Wujiang, and he was also an official of the secretary province.

He was guarding the left and right at the moment, and although Zhao Wujiang didn't ask for it, he still took the initiative to ask for help.

Zhao Wujiang flipped through the handwritten copy that Wang Yifang had brought last night.

These handwritten copies are extremely precious, they were left by Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, the original art book has disappeared, and now the remaining handwritten copies are rare.

As the painstaking efforts left by Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, the understanding of the way of art in the book is extremely profound, and it is penetrating.

"The Origin of Art... The end of the technique..."Zhao Wujiang turned the pages one by one, and his expression became more and more solemn.

Later generations called the ancient books of "***", the content of which only accounts for a small part of the books in Zhao Wujiang's hands today, these contents are extremely obscure, and it is difficult to understand if the foundation of mathematics is weak.

Zhao Wujiang has the six arts of a gentleman, and he is still extremely proficient in logarithms, and when he is on the third pole of the day, he finally understands the approximation.

The source of the art originates from the qi, the end of the art is the end of the qi, the qi of luck.

Whoever has the luck of the body has the two things of "qi" and "luck", "qi" can be used directly, and "luck" is blessed on the number of fate.

"Qi" is like a skill that can be used by a person with good luck, and "luck" is like the attribute of a person with good luck, but it is not yet at the level, and there is no one to guide him, so he cannot use his luck.

If so, can I use my luck? As Zhao Wujiang reads, his mind is active, and his luck is now growing every day.

The war to help Silla expand its territory and the great drought in North-Dokon Province for disaster relief made him continue to rise in the hearts of many people, and he became more and more respected, and his luck also increased.

No, I can already use it!

Zhao Wujiang thought of the Bronze Town Guoding, and Yang Bingen told him at the time that controlling the Bronze Town Guoding relied on luck and longevity.

You can't control it without luck, and you can't control it without longevity.

As soon as his mind moves, he can control the bronze town Guoding, that is to say, he can control the luck with a single thought!

Wu Meiniang's Dao Shougong Sand is a technique performed by Tian Youjiashen, so can I use my luck to destroy it? Gotta give it a try!

......

The secretary province is not far from the harem, and Zhao Wujiang has now arrived at the gate of Qifeng Palace.

There are pink palace maids waiting.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang coming, the palace maid was overjoyed, as if it was freezing today, she waited at the door for Zhao Wujiang for a long time, and her hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold.

"Lord Zhao, Niangniang is invited!" The palace maid said in a trembling voice.

When Zhao Wujiang saw the palace maid's costume, he knew that it was from the Helan Clan's palace, and he said lightly, "What's the matter?"

The palace maid trembled:

"The slave maid doesn't know, Niangniang just asked me to wait at Qifeng Palace, saying that Lord Zhao will definitely come, and Niangniang can solve the confusion for Lord Zhao!"

"Can you help me?" Zhao Wujiang scoffed.

"Exactly! That's what the mother told the slave."

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the palace maid, his eyes flashing: "Let's go."

The palace maid led the way, her clothes were not thick, and Zhao Wujiang casually handed her a pill, "Protect against the cold."

The palace maid took the pill and swallowed it, and entered her body down her throat, feeling warm all around her for a moment, and she could no longer feel the cold.

"Thank you, Lord Zhao." The palace maids are very grateful, and the people in the palace rarely care about lowly palace maids like them, and there are too few benevolent people like Zhao Wujiang.

Her expression grew more respectful, leading the way.

Soon, we arrived at the Helan Clan's palace.

Helan's figure is becoming more and more proud, even in winter clothes, it is still difficult to hide his figure.

It's just that I haven't seen it for a long time, and the Helan clan in Zhao Wujiang's eyes has lost the vigor when he was favored, and he is a little more weak and haggard.

"I heard that Niangniang can solve the doubts of this official?" Zhao Wujiang got straight to the point.

Helan looked around, made sure that there was no one, looked nervous, and whispered, "Exactly! Lord Zhao, please take a seat."

"Then do you know what the official is confused about?" Zhao Wujiang spoke lightly, and Helan's nervous appearance made him puzzled.

Helan lowered his voice, his beautiful eyes were red, and his expression was haggard:

"I don't know the rest of the palace, but I know that Lord Zhao, you must have been confused or wondered, why did this official want to compete with the queen mother?"

"Commanded?" Zhao Wujiang spoke.

"Yes!" Helan blurted out, she suddenly grabbed Zhao Wujiang's robe tightly, her eyes were full of hope: "Lord Zhao, I know, I know that you will definitely be able to take me out of the palace, save me, save me out, and I will give it all out."

Zhao Wujiang frowned, what happened to the Helan clan, and actually asked him for help, he slowly spoke:

"You speak first, and I will judge the value of your words, and if it is really useful to me, I will save you!"

Helan was silent, her hand clutching Zhao Wujiang's robe turned white, her mind struggling.

"I, Zhao Wujiang, should know how much I know, if I promise you, I will do it!" Seeing this, Zhao Wujiang continued.

Helan clan's eyes were flustered, she slowly suppressed her thoughts, now she could think of the only person she could trust, only Zhao Wujiang.

Her delicate body trembled, and she slowly spoke: "I was caused by him to charm the emperor, so that the emperor indulged in beauty and did not engage in political affairs. Now that I'm useless, he's going to..."

"He's going to kill you! Who is he? Is it the director of the Tai Hospital, Tian Yukashen?" Zhao Wujiang grabbed Helan's shoulder and hurriedly asked.

"No, it's not. We call him Lord, and I occasionally get a glimpse of his true face, and I am not the chief of the hospital, but I always feel that I have seen his portrait somewhere, yes, I must have seen him, he must have been a man who entered the court." Helan lost his soul.

"Then why should you be afraid of him?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled, the Helan clan had a military guard by his side, what was too worried.

When Helan heard this, her face turned pale, and she grabbed Zhao Wujiang's arm tightly with both hands:

"No, Lord Zhao, you don't understand, you don't understand his horror at all, I... I can't deal with him, I can't get rid of him!

I can only escape, Lord Zhao, please, please, you must take me out of the palace, I beg you! Whatever you want, I can give it to you."

The Helan clan was extremely flustered, Zhao Wujiang had never seen her so flustered, a person with such strength as Wu Wei, why should he be like this? Is he really not Tian Youjiashen, who will it be? Which courtier will be if you have entered the court?

"Yes, yes, I can give you anything." Helan hurriedly groped his whole body, took out a pink token from the palace skirt, and stuffed it into Zhao Wujiang's hand, staring at Zhao Wujiang with hopeful eyes, and there was gradually moisture in his eyes.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, he knew that this pink token must be the token of the martial guard to which the Helan clan belonged, and seeing that the Helan clan stuffed it to him without hesitation, he felt unprecedentedly tricky.

"Bang!" At that moment, the door was violently pushed open.

A beautiful woman in a red palace dress walked in, with a long skirt reaching the ground, luxurious and graceful, it was the Korean lady Wu Shun, Wu Meiniang's eldest sister, and Helan's biological mother.

"Peach." She called softly.

Zhao Wujiang only felt the Helan clan grabbing his arm in front of him, and his delicate body trembled violently for a moment, and then let go of himself suddenly, his lips trembled, and he slowly responded, "Mother."

Mrs. Han smiled kindly, stretched out her hand to signal, Helan walked towards Mrs. Han, and finally looked at Zhao Wujiang with a deep pleading.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Mrs. Han, and he said in a flat voice, "I've seen Niangniang."

Between his hands and sleeves, there is no bowing, and there is no joy or anger.

Mrs. Han approached and looked at Zhao Wujiang, her eyes flashing:

"Presumably you're Zhao Wujiang."