Chang'an, Chang'an.

The light rain was pouring outside the window, and Wang Xi had not yet fallen asleep.

Qingsi was scattered on the futon, her red lips biting lightly, and she heard her sister's voice as a woman.

It has been a while since she entered Zhao Wujiang's mansion, and she has tacitly acquiesced that she is Zhao Wujiang's wife, but she has always been ashamed to speak.

She has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, she has heard the prodigal son's meat language, and she has also seen the private affairs of the bed, and knows the affairs of men and women.

But she always knew it but didn't know why, she originally wanted to ask Zhao Wujiang tonight, but Zhao Wujiang was already asleep at that time.

The blush on her pretty face never faded, and after a while, she suddenly lifted the futon, and her feet kicked around in the futon, as if she was venting something.

Wang Xi pouted and got up, put on her coat, her delicate body propped up her underwear, and she twisted her hands and feet to open the door.

The chill hit her as soon as the door was opened, and she tightened her clothes, like a waterfall of green silk draped over her chest, and there was a faint charm in her eyes.

Under the eaves of the raindropping roof, Wang Xi walked to her sister Wang Yanning and Zhao Wujiang's house, and as she got closer, the flirtatious love words gradually became clear.

She stood outside the house with a blushing face, and did not go in, but poked her fingers lightly into the window paper, poking out a small hole, and the muddy candlelight in the room came through, and the two figures of the upside-down phoenix came into her eyes.

......

On the second day, the sky was bright and the drums sounded.

The spring rain stopped, and Zhao Wujiang was dressed in white and was about to go out.

In the great mourning of the country, Xiao Miaomiao did not have to go to the national prison, but stayed at home.

After Wang Yanning tidied up his clothes for Zhao Wujiang, he slowly walked out of the door and saw Wang Xi, who was dressed in white and shengxue, practicing swords in the courtyard.

He coughed lightly, "Give money."

Wang Xi held the sword flower in her hand, her posture fluttering, and she wondered, "What kind of money to give?"

"Of course, it's the money for watching the show," Zhao Wujiang said with a smile.

Wang Xiqiao's face turned red for a moment: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cover your ears and steal the bell, but see what's the point, when I come back, I'll make you like smoke."

Zhao Wujiang turned over and got on his horse and walked away in Wang Xi's embarrassed gaze.

......

The great mourning of the country is the same sorrow of the whole country.

The edict on the emperor's death has been issued, and the national mourning has begun.

In order to mourn the emperor, the ministers wore linen and filial piety for three days.

Three days later, the emperor will be sent to Zhaoling and sleep with the first emperor.

Zhao Wujiang was not surprised, in the original official history, Li Zhi was buried in Qianling, but now Li Zhi died suddenly, about 30 years earlier than the official history.

The officials thought about it, and the time was pressing, so they buried Li Zhi in Zhaoling, and the father and son were buried together.

The sudden death of Gaozong Li Zhi was in Yuan Tiangang's plan.

He is not a noble man of heaven, nor is he a person of destiny, and his luck cannot really exist in his body, so he can only suppress the vast luck on his body with the help of Bronze Zhen Guoding.

Li Yifu, Xu Jingzong and others coveted the bronze tripod in the Hebei Province to observe the history of the mansion, and they were also instructed by him.

In the Zhaoling Tomb, among the items buried with Wei Zheng, there was the bronze Zhenguo Ding, but Yuan Tiangang himself could not forcibly open the Zhaoling, so he had a plan to let Li Zhi die suddenly.

In this way, you can not only collect the luck of Li Zhi, but also promote Wu Meiniang to ascend the throne, and you can also use this to open Zhaoling and capture the bronze tripod.

It was only a few days ago that Zhao Wujiang fully understood the cause and effect of Gaozong Li Zhi's death.

He recalled the strong man's breath he felt when he fell into Zhaoling in his dream last night, and he also understood why Yuan Tiangang didn't forcibly open Zhaoling.

He never thought that there would be a mausoleum keeper in the Zhaoling Tomb.

History is so thick and vast, how many details are covered up like dust?

Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart that the events of the past two years may have just been mentioned in the annals of history, but after breaking into history, he found that under the not thick pen and ink, it was a magnificent world.

Thinking about it, he rode his horse all the way.

In front of him, there was a plain white coat, and hundreds of officials stood together, waiting for the national funeral to begin.

Zhao Wujiang dismounted, the dragon and the tiger walked upright, walked over hundreds of officials, although he was dressed in mourning clothes, but he was more majestic and elegant than ordinary people.

Some people are courteous, some people scoff, some people have bad intentions in their hearts, and some people have peaks and mountains in their eyes.

The ministers had different thoughts, and what Zhao Wujiang said in the palace yesterday was still vivid.

Now that the Tang Dynasty is suffering from internal and external troubles, Zhao Wujiang made a promise in the palace road, and it is good to want to arouse the hearts of hundreds of officials to work together, but the interests are often contrary to each other, and not everyone recognizes Zhao Wujiang's commitment.

The secretary Cheng's round body squeezed out of the crowd, he flattered Zhao Wujiang and respectfully handed out a stack of texts:

"Lord Zhao, this is a letter from an official submitted to the secretary and supervisor, you can see it."

The official secretary Lin Ruhai, with deep eyebrows and eyes, strode out, handed over a stack of books, and said respectfully: "Lord Zhao, these are the six official books received."

Zhao Wujiang bowed his head, took the book, looked at it, and found that there were not many books.

He slowly spread out, some of them recommended their heirs to join the army to fight for the country, and some of them offered their own trained staff to solve the civil strife.

The number is much lower than expected, it seems that the temptation of longevity Baodan is not as big as imagined, or is someone deliberately disrupting it?

He glanced at the crowd, Xu Jingzong's face was full of sneers, and Hou Shanye's eyes flickered.

"How much money does it cost to train a staff member? Is it comparable to a pill that prolongs life for one year?" Xu Jingzong did not hide his voice, and sneered:

"But some people, wishful thinking is very loud, and after solving all the chaos, the credit is his, and the lost staff is our own.

And when the time comes, he only needs to take out an elixir that prolongs his life for a year, and then he can come to prevaricate us? How long can a year last? But in the blink of an eye!

Is it enough? Obviously not enough!"

Xu Jingzong had lobbied many colleagues last night to analyze how the benefits and losses were not cost-effective, and asked them not to submit the papers.

Hou Shanye was on the side, opened his mouth, and thought to himself, how can the dead soldiers of the staff have their own longevity? Not to mention one for a year, even two for a year, he is also willing, how can the longevity be bought with money?

If it weren't for Zhao Wujiang's superb medical skills, everyone would have thought that Zhao Wujiang was talking nonsense.

Although he was hostile to Zhao Wujiang, he wanted this longevity pill, and he had already quietly handed over a letter.

As soon as Xu Jingzong's voice fell, some of the ministers echoed a few words, but they were scattered and not many.

It's just that more courtiers' faces began to change, and they felt that they didn't bargain with Zhao Wujiang, and they really lost a little.

Zhao Wujiang ignored it, but took out another bottle of pill from his arms, the pill was only half the size of a fingernail, and it was blue and gray.

The great mourning of the country, in order to mourn the Son of Heaven for three days can not eat, this period of time is difficult for hundreds of officials, Zhao Wujiang specially refined Bigu Dan.

After taking Bigudan, I will not feel hungry for three or four days.

"This is the Bigu Pill refined by the official himself, as for what the effect is, it is nothing more than a simple anti-hunger, eat one, and you can last for three or four days.

I know that there are many colleagues who don't look down on me, so I don't have many preparations." In the surprised gaze of the ministers, Zhao Wujiang said to Lin Ruhai, the secretary of the ministry:

"Lord Lin, all colleagues who have submitted the text, one per person."

"Gollum."

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded, the national mourning was imminent, and having such an elixir was like a life-saving straw.

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