Gray mist, Zhao Wujiang paced slowly.

He walked through the fog, and in front of him was still the familiar library of the four departments of the secretary province.

Wang Yifang buried himself in the sea of books.

Jiu Bo, an old servant of the Wang family, leaned against the bookshelf, clasped his hands, and said with a smile:

"Master, the first official meeting after entering the palace, are you sure you want the old man to do what you say?"

"You trick him first and see how he reacts?" Wang Yifang smiled lightly, and his eyes were full of expectation.

"Well, he's coming, he's coming." Uncle Jiu straightened his clothes, walked out, coughed, and roared angrily:

"Are you all done?

You secretaries don't do business day by day, are you not convinced by the defeat to the master yesterday?

Today, I sent a new secretary to bother my lord?

....”

Zhao Wujiang looked at this scene and laughed heartily, it turned out that when he first entered the library that day, the original arrogance of the nine uncles of the Wang family was pretended.

The ninth uncle of the Wang family took out a cyan token and looked proud:

"See this token? This is what the Holy Emperor gave to my lord today, and my lord is the invigilator of the imperial examination for six years in Yonghui! ”

Zhao Wujiang, who had just become a secretary, took out the invigilator's token from his inner sleeve: "Uncle! But that's what you're talking about? ”

The past is like yesterday, vividly, and the official meeting between the two after entering the palace unfolded like this.

Wang Yifang held the ancient book in his hand, his eyes did not squint, he listened to the conversation between Jiu Bo and Zhao Wujiang, a heartfelt smile on his face, and whispered:

"Long time no see... Zhao Wujiang..."

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

The next moment, the fog surged, and the picture shattered and turned into billowing mist.

...

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

It's dark, it's dark, it's deep, and you can't see you and me hiding in the shadows.

"Zhao Wujiang, let's go, someone is coming!"

An anxious cry came from Zhao Wujiang's ears, this shout was so familiar, he heard the sound and stepped through the fog.

There are countless corpses around, and the heroic Wang Xi has messy hair at the moment, anxious, she keeps helping "Zhao Wujiang", but "Zhao Wujiang" is as soft as mud and has no life.

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

Perhaps in memory, all sounds are eerily amplified.

Zhao Wujiang found the Hebei Province Observation Shi Yang Bingen and Wang Yifang who were hiding in the shadows.

"There's no hurry." Wang Yifang's eyebrows were all anxious, but he said that he was not in a hurry.

I saw that Wang Xi, who was not far away, hurriedly took out a small bottle from his arms, and without the slightest hesitation, poured Tianshui into Zhao Wujiang's mouth.

"Black boy, you must wake up."

In the distance, the torches approached, and a group of centaurs swarmed through the mist.

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

Wang Xi's eyes receded with moisture and disappeared into the mist of the night.

Silly girl...... Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head.

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

"Where?"

"Clean room!"

"No, Wang Yifang? You're going to castrate him? ”

"I'm going to castrate you! There is someone in my clean room, and I will arrange an identity for him when the time comes, why don't you make a move? ”

"You beg me?" Yang Bingen laughed loudly, his footsteps were light, and he flew out, mentioning "Zhao Wujiang".

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

......

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

"I'm going to add one more to the list!" Wang Yifang sat upright, he was elegant and extraordinary, and at this moment he looked much younger than Zhao Wujiang remembered.

Surrounded by Li Changfeng, the old servants of the Wei family and others, Li Xiaozuo is still a lively and cute little girl, constantly running around, and from time to time pouring out the armor that the Mo family has worked hard to make.

Li Changfeng's sword eyebrows flew obliquely, and Yuan Yue Zhi: "Who?" ”

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Chapter 237: The Past and the Future, Vividly

"Zhao Wujiang!" Wang Yifang handed out a painting, on which was a tiger-headed kid.

Li Changfeng frowned: "Who is Zhao Wujiang?" So young? It's hard to take on this task! ”

"This was painted a few years ago, no matter how old or old, he must be added!" Wang Yifang said in a deep voice and without doubt.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the painting, and the person in the painting was his own tiger.

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

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

Li Changfeng exclaimed: "Zhaojia Village? ”

The picture came to an abrupt halt, turning into a rolling mist, just like Zhao Wujiang's mood at the moment, constantly surging, turning over the river and the sea.

Just now he saw Li Changfeng's shocked expression, and he exclaimed.

What's going on in Zhaojia Village, Yucheng, Jiannan Province? Is there anything strange about it, why did Li Changfeng exclaim?

Zhao Wujiang looked at the billowing gray mist around him, he kept pushing it away with his hand, and kept striding forward, he was desperate to see a longer memory.

......

It is a village after the rain, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth and grass.

Zhao Wujiang looked around, surrounded by vigilant domestic servants, and in front of him were Li Shimin and Empress Changsun in civilian clothes.

He looked behind him, and the young Li Zhi was talking to Wen Yong.

Isn't this the last memory that Grand Master Wen Yong will never forget? Zhao Wujiang's face was solemn, how could he see this scene in the memory of his eldest brother?

By the way, big brother...... He rolled his eyes around, and saw the young and handsome Wang Yifang at the back of the crowd, Wang Yifang held the atlas in his hand, frowning and constantly checking.

Zhao Wujiang hurried through the crowd.

"Ahh

A terrible shout rang out.

"Go and see, what's going on?" Li Shimin spoke majestically.

The great eunuch Wen Yong hurriedly ran to check.

Zhao Wujiang turned a deaf ear and did not look back, he knew that this was the scene where Wen Yong was about to save the toddler Ah Yu.

He came to Wang Yifang's side and found that Wang Yifang was holding the atlas and reading it with relish.

"Put it down, put it down, Yoshikata." The old voice rang out.

Zhao Wujiang looked at him, he was an old man with kind eyebrows and deep eyes, and his eyes were deep.

"Duke Wei, just now in this village, I found a clay pot, the totem engraved on it is somewhat familiar, so I turned out the atlas to check it." Wang Yifang was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not put away the album.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the atlas, and the next moment, his heart turned over the river and the sea, and the content on the atlas was a part of the dragon vein behind the bronze giant gate under the Zhaoling Tomb.

Wei Zheng stroked his beard, tapped Wang Yifang's forehead, and smiled:

"You, you, you want to do so much, it's difficult to travel, just relax your mind!

When you are happy, you are happy, when you are working, you are working! ”

Meanwhile.

"Oops." A shout rang out from behind.

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

A tiger-headed boy fell to the ground, one hand pressed into the mud after the rain, and the other hand held tightly on the small medicine basket on his back, which was full of medicinal herbs.

Seeing Wei Zheng and Wang Yifang's eyes, the little boy pouted and got up, feeling a little embarrassed, he helped the medicine basket behind him, and wiped his muddy little hands on his tattered pants.

Suddenly, Xiao Tong's pure and flawless black and white eyes shrank slightly, and a curious look appeared on his little face, not looking at Wang Yifang and Wei Zheng, but looking at Zhao Wujiang without squinting, and that gaze penetrated Zhao Wujiang's mind in an instant.

Zhao Wujiang's heart flashed and thundered, he was not only shocked that the child could see him, but also shocked that this child was his past self.

At this moment, a soft call sounded, light and pleasant, familiar and deep trembling into the bones and blood.

"Little Ah Zhao!"

Chapter 237: The Past and the Future, Vividly