If this is the case, then the poison that feeds the poisonous person must be a very dangerous thing.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. Could it be that the formation in Sesel Tower was set up to raise Gu?
He looked up at the sky, and there were wind and clouds in the blue sky.
He Zhenfu came in a hurry. He came in such a hurry that he didn't have time to describe it. His bun was a little messy, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes. The blood stains on the skirt of his clothes were dried and a little stiff, and he had a strong smell of blood all over his body. He bowed and said in a deep voice: "My lord, I understand."
Han Changmu frowned slightly: "A punishment?"
He Zhenfu hummed: "You're too tough-mouthed and won't speak until you're beaten." He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and held it out to Han Changmu: "Sir, according to the guy, this well was filled five years ago. , and the jujube trees were also planted at that time. They were all ordered by the former shopkeeper of Sese Building. As for what was sold under the tree, he didn't know. Three years ago, the shopkeeper had to move out of Chang'an and wanted to sell Sese Building. They all signed a death deed, so they all followed the shopkeeper. Only this boy signed a living deed, so he stayed. In the past three years, he has never seen the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper before."
Han Changmu was startled for a moment. It was five years ago again, and he vaguely felt something was wrong. If the things under the tree were buried by the former shopkeeper, why would he move away from Chang'an? Why didn't he take the things with him when he moved out?
A very strange idea suddenly came to his mind, and he suddenly said in a cold voice: "Take that guy to identify the body and identify the nineteen heads."
He Zhenfu was also stunned for a moment and responded.
Han Changmu added: "The inner guards are all guarding here. Even if someone is staring at Sesel Tower, most of them will not dare to move. The inner guards have all withdrawn, leaving only the secret guards with excellent light skills to guard here. If If someone comes in, you don’t need to catch them, just follow them.”
He Zhenfu was not in a daze now and was busy picking people.
Han Changmu then ordered the guards to plant the jujube tree back as it was, and clean up the dead branches scattered on the ground. After clearing them up, it was not much different from before.
He looked left and right, and finally clapped his hands with satisfaction. Anyway, what he was trying to do was to hide the traces of the jujube tree and scare the snake away. It didn't matter whether the traces of the jujube tree were dug up or not were hidden well or not.
In this way, all the internal guards surrounding Sese Tower withdrew, but the seals of the Internal Security Department and Jingzhao Mansion on the door were tightly affixed. The Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion also let out the news, saying that something was going on in Sese Building. The human life case is still under investigation. The Sese Building is temporarily closed and no outsiders are allowed to enter without permission.
On the day of the incident, many people in the West City were watching the illusion in Sese Building. The strange and bloody scenes of that day were still fresh in their memories. They did not have any doubts about Jingzhao Mansion’s words. In Sese Building, A few more glances in front of me, and at most a few lamentations, a business that is so good will fail.
Han Changmu and his entourage returned to the Department of Internal Health in a grand manner, filed a series of files and evidence, took up a pen and carefully drafted a list, listed all the complex matters at hand in a clear order, and headed to Tai Chi Palace with the book in hand. went.
Although the saint has a purpose, he can handle these matters as he sees fit and does not need to report back, but he cannot really go too far.
After staying in the palace for more than an hour and asking for the saint's grace, Han Changmu went straight to the library of the Secretariat and Provincial Publishing House.
The Secretariat of the Provincial Book Bureau is in charge of the country's classic books. If there is no place in the world that has the most complete collection of books, it is here.
When Han Changmu arrived at the library, Qian Yun, the young prisoner from the Secretariat Department, and Lang Shihuan, the secretary, were already waiting at the door.
The young prisoner, Qian Yun, was over fifty years old. He was bald on the top of his head and his gray temples were covered with snowflakes. He bowed his back and bowed politely: "Master Han."
Han Changmu hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Qian Yun up, with a rare smile on his face and said very kindly, "Master Qian, there is no need to be polite."
Secretary Lang Shihuan was still young and his official rank was not high enough to be qualified to support him. He bowed honestly and said, "I have met the young envoy."
Qian Yun let Han Changmu into the library, with a kind smile on his face: "The saint has decreed that the books in this library are open to Mr. Han's inspection. I wonder what Mr. Han wants to read first?"
The Library Pavilion should actually be called a building. This building occupies a very large area and is six stories high. There are copper bells hung at the four corners. The wind blows and the bells jingle. The plain white walls are spotless.
Han Changmu looked at the endless hall, twirling his sleeves and saying calmly: "Sir Qian, I wonder if there are any classics on formations and Gu techniques in the pavilion."
Qian Yun turned to look at his secretary Lang Shihuan.
Shi Huan hurriedly coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Yes, yes. Do you want to see these first, the young envoy?"
Han Changmu nodded and said: "Okay, then let Mr. Lao Shi take me to read this kind of classics first."
Shi Huan hurriedly gave in and said with a smile: "This kind of classics are seldom consulted, so they are hidden on the top floor of the library, the sixth floor. Please move on if you have any trouble."
Hearing this, Qian Yun's scalp went numb and he rubbed his knees bitterly. He came out of the army and suffered serious injuries on his legs. His legs wouldn't even move if he walked more than two steps on weekdays, let alone climbing the sixth floor. That was simply unbearable. It's going to cost me my life.
Before he could speak, Han Changmu helped Qian Yun sit down on the bed next to him, and said with a smile: "Master Qian is waiting here for so-and-so. After checking so-and-so, why don't you treat Master Qian to a drink?"
It was very easy to talk and do things with such an informed and knowledgeable person. How could Qian Yun be unhappy? He smiled so hard that his face shook and he said yes repeatedly.
The stairs in the library are also different from those elsewhere. They extend upward in a circle, making it extremely difficult to walk.
When Shi Huan reached the fourth floor, his legs and feet were already weak. He held the railing with his hands and breathed heavily for a long time. He looked down through the gap in the railing. The steps were spinning in front of his eyes. The bright sunlight was like water waves. He suddenly I felt dizzy, my face turned pale, my legs went weak, and I almost sat down on the steps.
Han Changmu glanced back at Shi Huan at the corner and said gently: "Master Shi, please rest for a while before going up. I am waiting for you on the sixth floor."
Shi Huan took a breath and panted: "Okay... okay... Han, Mr. Han will go first." He watched Han Changmu walk up with a steady breath, and couldn't help but sigh, being young is good. ah.
But then he thought about it and realized that there was something wrong with what he said. He was a few years younger than Han Changmu. He then sighed, "It's good to be in good health."
The hall on the sixth floor is extremely large, and the floor is covered with large pieces of nanmu flooring. This kind of hard wood is known as the immortal floor. The longer it is used, the more golden and gorgeous it becomes.
There are four large floor-to-ceiling windows on the white wall. Standing in front of the windows, you can see the long red wall and the curling cornices in the distance.
There is no obstruction around the library, not even tall trees. The sunlight slants in through the large windows without falling, and the light in the open hall is bright. Even at dusk, there is no need to light the lamp.
Rows of wenge wood floor-to-ceiling bookshelves reach up to the high roof. The bookshelves look to have been aged for a while, and are dark and dull in color. When touched with a hand, a thin layer of dust appears.
There are not many books on these six floors. They are only neatly stacked on a few shelves in the middle of the bookshelf, while most of the other floors are empty, which makes it easier to access and consult.
Most of these books are brand new, but they have been stored for a long time and the paper has turned yellow. Some of the books that were stored improperly have begun to decay. If you touch them a little, your fingertips will be stained with fine powder.
Han Changmu walked back and forth around the bookshelf, selecting the books he needed. The sunlight fell on him, glowing with golden light, almost blending in with the golden light-filled floor.
The wind picked up in the afternoon, and the upper clouds in the clear blue sky rolled in. Fine wind leaked from the sparse branches, and the dry loose soil on the ground rolled to the roadside with the wind.
A motorcade entered from the Golden Light Gate and deliberately swaggered through the noisy West Market.
Most of the horses in the convoy are tall and handsome, and they look like horses from the Western Regions with good endurance. Various exquisite gold ornaments can be seen everywhere on the carriages. The dazzling light flashes in the sun, and as the carriages sway, they emit The crisp sound of tinkling and banging.
Loads of baggage vehicles passed by one after another. Occasionally, a corner of the felt blanket covering them was lifted by the wind, revealing gleaming gold and silverware, which made people comment.
People walking on horseback with their heads held high and their chests held high made people look sideways as they passed by.
These people are all tall and strong, with slightly dark skin, and their facial features are almost the same as those of Chang'an people. They wear long coats with small sleeves, their hair is braided, and their heads are covered with gold ornaments that dazzle people.
This kind of attire clearly shows that they are not from Chang'an. Even if the people of Chang'an are a humble citizen and suddenly become rich, they will not dress like nouveau riche.
"Hey, look, it's Tuyuhun's delegation."
"No wonder, you act so ostentatiously."
"Look, the one at the front is the prince of Tuyuhun."
"No way, there's driving behind us. The prince should be sitting in the car. Riding a horse is so tiring."
The motorcade drove out of the West Market in a swaggering manner, passed Hanguang Gate, entered Zhuque Gate, and finally stopped outside the Sifang Pavilion of Honglu Temple.
Chen Xian, the young minister of Honglu Temple, stood guard at the door as usual. When he saw the motorcade stopped, he rushed to greet it.
Tuoba Fuyun got off his horse and gave a very standard Chinese salute to Chen Xian: "Master Chen, I'm done with your work."
Chen Xian was flattered and returned the gift with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has disgraced his subordinates. Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been tired from traveling all the way. Please come to the pavilion and rest."
Tuoba Fuyun smiled: "No hurry, no rush." He turned around and walked a few steps, chatting behind the curtains, and said with a smile: "We're here, get out of the car."
As soon as he finished speaking, a snow-white hand came out of the car, and it turned out to be the girl's hand.
Chen Xian was stunned for a moment. The news he received was that the Tuyuhun mission was headed by Prince Tuoba Fuyun. They brought heavy gifts and sincerity and came to discuss with the Dajing Dynasty the liberalization of trade in Hezhou. , why did he bring a girl with him? Could it be that she was from Tuoba Fuyun's room, or that Tuyuhun felt that heavy gifts were not enough to express his sincerity, so he wanted to send another peerless beauty to the saint?
