Zhao Wujiang stared at the blood-stained letterhead in a daze, and was silent for a long time.

"It's me who can't live with you." He muttered softly.

There was silence in front of the spirit, only the sound of burning yellow paper and Li Xiaozuo's sobbing, Li Changfeng and others were still preparing for a trip to Zhaoling a few days later.

"It's me who can't live with you..."Zhao Wujiang shook his head, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and muttered again.

Wang Yifang felt sorry and used his life to break the killing situation and attract Yuan Tiangang, although he did not completely kill Yuan Tiangang, but it also hurt Yuan Tiangang's origin, making it difficult for him to heal himself in a short time.

During the trip to Zhaoling, it was difficult for Yuan Tiangang to compete for a single cent, which also gave Zhao Wujiang a great opportunity.

Zhao Wujiang slowly burned out the letter, he had already imprinted the contents of the letter deeply in his mind, and Wang Yifang's self-talk and admonition seemed to echo around.

The power of the clan and the dragon veins of Jiuzhi Mountain are all things I want to pay attention to...... Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was Cangwu Mountain when the sun and moon overlapped. Error-free updates @

If it is true that according to the records, Yu Shun was finally buried in Cangwu, then who is the person in the coffin in the dragon vein of Jiuzhi Mountain? With the four spirits arch guard, what is the identity?

And the special in me, is it really because of the special in me that attracted Xiao Miaomiao and Wang Xi as the eldest brother said?

"Go back and rest."

A voice with complicated emotion sounded, Li Changfeng's face was clear, and his eyes were lowered and he walked slowly.

"Tomorrow's 27th, it will be the most suitable day for burial since now and a half, Yifang, just be buried in the cemetery in the depths of Huguofang."

He said.

He also knew that Wang Yifang wanted to be buried in Zhaoling and the same tomb as Wei Zheng, but according to Li Chunfeng's pedantic character, he would never allow it.

Even if Zhao Wujiang forced it, it would be useless, and Zhao Wujiang's cultivation was simply not enough to compete with Li Chunfeng, who was about to transcend the Great Grandmaster.

"He wants to be buried in Zhaoling." Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth lightly, his eyes as deep as the night sky.

Li Changfeng's eyes were kind, he glanced at Li Xiaozuo, who was sobbing slightly, and his eyes at Zhao Wujiang softened, he slowly shook his head and sighed:

"It's useless, you are so smart, how can you not understand, there are always things in this world that you can't help yourself and can't do what you can't do, and some people and things are difficult for you to compete with today."

"Tomorrow, I will carry the coffin and send the eldest brother to the Zhaoling Tomb."

Zhao Wujiang's voice was hoarse, and he said in a deep voice, his face was grim, and his tone was unquestionable.

Li Changfeng smiled bitterly, I don't know whether to laugh at Zhao Wujiang's inability to do anything, or to be pleased with Zhao Wujiang's persistence and stubbornness.

Zhao Wujiang stood with his hands in his hands, and walked out of the Huguo Fang with a little staggering, his steps were heavy and his heart was heavy.

Out of the Huguo Fang, the secretary's province was dark, only the sporadic candlelight faintly lit under the lampshade.

The light rain in the sky is no more, and it is already pouring rain.

The palace looked eerie and terrifying under the rainy night, and the candles flickered not far away, and someone came with a lamp.

It's closer, it's the obese secretary.

When Zhao Wujiang first entered the secretary's prison, it was under the leadership of this secretary Cheng that he received the official uniform of a secretary.

The secretary had a flattering smile on his face, and the candlelight under the lampshade reflected his face orange.

"My lord, it's raining heavily outside, and the villain has an oil-paper umbrella here, you can go home with an umbrella."

A large chubby hand reached over and held an oil-paper umbrella.

"Why don't you go back?" Zhao Wujiang did not take the umbrella, and spoke in a soothing tone.

Seeing that Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, the secretary scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile:

"There are still some books that have not been sorted out, and the excerpts of daily letters have not been completely archived, and it just happens that the rain is hard to stop, so the villain simply stays in the secretary's province for a while."

"I heard from them that you have been in the secretary province for many years, and you have long been able to be promoted to secretary and young eunuch, but you have shirked it many times, but this is the case?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered and asked.

The secretary bowed with his hands crossed:

"In his position, the villain's ability is limited, and he can only be qualified as a secretary, if he is promoted to a secretary and a young eunuch, he may not live up to the expectations of your adults, it is better to be in the position of a secretary, and he is conscientious and conscientious."

Zhao Wujiang stared at the orange sneer on the secretary Cheng Chubby's face, chuckled and shook his head:

"You're like two people on the inside and out."

"The outside is revealed. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 252: Breaking the Confusion on a Rainy Night

In the eyes of others, the inside is one's own true appearance.

Although the villain is not talented, he also clearly understands his own catties. The secretary said with a smile, and it was pouring rain outside the hall, and he handed the oil-paper umbrella to Zhao Wujiang:

"My lord, it's raining, let's go home with an umbrella."

Zhao Wujiang was stunned, took the oil-paper umbrella, he rubbed the rough and heavy texture of the oil-paper umbrella, and muttered:

"I can't remember what I look like."

"My lord, according to the villain's view, you are overly thoughtful, and it is normal for you to be in the fog and not see clearly." The secretary smiled with the lamp, the candlelight was bright and swaying, and his voice was hazy:

"My lord said that I judged two people inside and out, so why not?

Your appearance is handsome, you are only thirty years old, and you still contain a youthful spirit.

But in my heart, I have already been in the twilight.

If you can't see your face clearly, that's if you are suspicious.

You're doubting yourself!

Once people start to doubt, they can't see it really! ”

Zhao Wujiang raised his eyes lightly and looked at the secretary, the original secretary's fat and smiling face seemed to him to be foggy.

He seemed to be alert, frowned and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" ”

The secretary smiled dumbly, he raised the lamp, and asked with a smile:

"And who are you?"

"I'm ......" Zhao Wujiang's heart was congested, his breath was short, his words were suffocated, and he couldn't remember his name for a while: "I am..."

"Alright." Secretary Cheng smiled kindly and nudged Zhao Wujiang's shoulder:

"It's raining, go home with an umbrella, kid."

"I..." Zhao Wujiang was stunned for a moment, the haze in front of him gradually became clear, the raindrops of beans hit his shirt, and the spring cold pierced into his heart. Error-free updates @

He was now outside the temple gate, standing in the pouring rain.

What just happened? He was shocked.

The sky was full of thunder, the candlelight in the hall flickered, and someone came with a lamp.

The secretary was fat, his face was still flattering, and the candlelight flickered and flickered.

"Ouch, my lord, why are you standing in the rain? The spring cold is steep, but don't be infected with the wind cold. ”

He walked briskly with an oil-paper umbrella and a lamp.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered and stared at the rushing secretary, the rain slid down his cheeks like knives, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency, you use this umbrella of mine." The secretary sneered and stuffed the handle of the oil-paper umbrella into Zhao Wujiang's hand.

"Okay." Zhao Wujiang responded.

The secretary seemed to be encouraged and recognized, his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he rushed into the rain, his fat body trembling.

After running into the main hall, he turned around and wiped the rain on his face, and waved at Zhao Wujiang:

"Your Excellency, you are busy with official business, go home early to rest!"

Zhao Wujiang held the oil-paper umbrella, the rain slid down the umbrella surface, he let out a long breath, turned to leave.

"Who am I? I am Zhao Wujiang, I was, I am, and I will be in the future. ”

...

When the secretary returned to the hall, he was smiling, as if he had done something terrible.

The next moment, his eyes rolled, and the whole person froze.

Under the slight flickering of the candlelight, in the sluggish shadow of the secretary, another old figure slowly withdrew.

Li Changfeng slowly walked out of the place where the light could not shine, he sighed, bowed to the figure of the secretary with a slight fist, and said respectfully:

"Mystery senior, thank you."

Chapter 252: Breaking the Confusion on a Rainy Night