So much evidence is indeed strange.
It is no problem for a mere Jiaofang Bureau to investigate the evil deeds of Beijing officials, but it involves not only Beijing officials, but also the Northern and Southern Holy Sects, as well as officials and noble families from all over the country.
Fuyunshan was also mentioned, the most mysterious and powerful palace master.
Fuyun Mountain once sent its disciples to annihilate the area. To harm the local tycoons, they killed their entire family, and the county magistrate did not dare to let out a single fart.
The pool of water in Cuilan Garden is very deep, which is enough to prove that Qian Yuwei and Xiu Sanniang are extraordinary, or that the girls in the entire attic are extraordinary.
Unfortunately, now is not the time to track down Cuilan Yuan. The top priority is to sort out the criminal evidence of Chen's party.
Zhao An opened the conversation and talked about Daxia Weekly, asking people to print it based on these criminal evidence and then distribute it throughout Daxia.
Chen Guogong was still a bit immature when it came to playing a public opinion war. Di Bao only faced officials from various places, but a cross-era newspaper faced all the people of Daxia.
When the fire is ignited, it will be impossible for the Chen family not to rebel, and all noble forces will inevitably draw a clear line with the Chen family.
When the Nine Provinces are in turmoil, the Chen family will inevitably fall apart due to the Queen's intervention due to the general trend. It will also greatly weaken the damage caused by the Chen family's resistance. Watch them dog eat dog.
Zhao An finished speaking.
Qian Yu and Zhou Ying looked at each other without any objection.
It's just that there are a group of bugs in the South Saint Sect. If they are not eradicated, Zhou Ying will definitely encounter resistance if she wants to persuade her father to resist the Chen family.
So now we need the Zhou family to cut through the mess quickly.
Zhao An looked at Zhou Ying and said seriously: "The ring battle between me and your brother is a good opportunity. You can do it yourself."
When Zhou Ying heard this, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes, which was then replaced by determination.
She wants to protect the Zhou family, and she can kill her relatives with her own hands!
After talking about these things, Zhou Ying followed Qian Yu to the workshop.
The movable type printing center is relatively hidden, and with the spies guarding it, Chen didn't even know it existed.
Zhao An stretched himself and came to the yard.
The mansion is deserted and deserted, casting a layer of inexplicable loneliness on people's hearts.
Zhao An felt a little homesick.
As a time traveler, I have no friends in this world, and everyone is involved in interests. The original world is better. Although it is tiring to be a social animal, at least I don't have to experience intrigues, let alone live with my head in my belt.
When we came to the neighborhood, the streets and alleys were full of people.
At first glance, the layout of the new city looks like a scenic ancient city in the original world. Walking on the wide cement road, you feel like you are traveling through time and space.
For some reason, Zhao An gradually felt dizzy.
The memory belonging to the original owner seemed to be awakening, and every nerve in his brain felt like burning pain.
"Sir, sir..."
In the hazy state, I heard someone calling in my ear. I looked up and saw Xu Ruqing standing in front of me.
Why did she come to Xincheng?
"Sir, are you okay?"
Xu Ruqing nervously stepped forward to help her. There happened to be a tea stall nearby where she could take a break.
After drinking a cup of tea, Zhao An's spirit relaxed, but he still did not remember the true identity of the original owner.
Xu Ruqing said: "I heard that there is a thousand-year-old guqin here, so I came to take a look."
"Guqin?"
"It is said to be something leaked from the East China Sea Palace. I don't know if it is true or not."
Xu Ruqing mentioned Champion Hou inadvertently.
Zhao An's heart twitched for no reason and he immediately asked where the store was.
Xu Ruqing pointed somewhere, and sure enough, there was a gorgeous shop with three magnificent characters written on it, Miaoyinfang.
The store is very spacious, and the people coming in and out are all young people, including many ladies with maids.
There was a lack of entertainment in this era, and wealthy people liked to play the piano to kill time, especially girls who were interested in poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music, so a good piano was indispensable.
In Xu Ruqing's hand, she had a fine zither made from a thousand-year-old poinciana tree. It was of inestimable value, and it perfectly complemented her status as the most talented woman.
The owner of Miaoyinfang is a handsome young man in blue. He calls himself Lu Ming. He comes from a family in the south of the Yangtze River. His ancestors were once wealthy, but later his family fell into decline and he had to take care of the family business.
I heard that the new city was prosperous in commerce, so I thought of coming here to do some business.
Guqin, pipa, erhu, suona, etc. are all placed on the display cabinets inside the hall, and the dazzling array is dazzling.
All the ladies happily picked and picked, plucked the strings with their jade fingers, and the tune was quite pleasant.
Xu Ruqing said: "These instruments are made of fine materials and are worth a lot of money."
She is well-informed, and some of the guqins in front of her are made of Huangqi wood. Except for the age, they are no weaker than her zheng.
Zhao An glanced at Lu Ming, who noticed his gaze and smiled friendly, appearing harmless.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhao An feels a strange sense of familiarity to him, but it's obviously the first time the two of them have met...
Lu Ming said: "Would you like me to introduce you two?"
"I heard that Brother Lu has an extremely rare guqin. Can you take it for a look?"
Xu Ruqing's sharp eyes knew that the guqin was not displayed here.
"The girl is very well informed. I did get a piano by chance."
Lu Ming clapped his hands, and immediately two women covered with veils and wearing thin green and purple clothes came over holding a guqin.
The Guqin is light yellow as a whole, with vivid landscape carvings on it.
Looking at the guqin, Zhao An's head, which had just recovered, once again burst into tearing pain. Uncontrollable anger and despair filled his heart, as if there were dust-covered souls wailing hysterically in his heart.
Zhao An covered his brows, staggered and covered his temples.
Xu Ruqing and the guests all gathered around the guqin to observe, but did not notice any physical discomfort here.
Zhao An's head hurt so much that he almost lost consciousness. It was as if a needle from Tianling Gai was pierced from the top of his head alive. Some fragments flashed in front of his eyes, scrolling like a slide.
A familiar middle-aged couple appeared in the deserted hall. The man was only in his early thirties, but his hair was gray. He held a torch and remained motionless. Next to him, a woman in red was playing the piano with tears in her eyes. Then the scene changed, and Zhao An stood alone. In the dark room, there was the sound of grinding teeth behind him, as if a sinister ghost was approaching, and the next second someone stabbed a needle into his head!
It hurts!
Zhao An's nails almost tore his temples, and veins popped out on his forehead.
I don’t know who is playing the piano, and the sounds are overlapping and roaring, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Then in front of me was a mansion burning with fire. The ground was full of broken corpses of waiters. The blood flowed into rivers and the smell was unpleasant. There were also many people with knives walking quickly, killing people when they saw them. The maids were covered in blood before they died. His face hit his eyes, extremely ferocious.
"I am……"
The crazy recovery of memories shocks the soul.
Zhao An almost subconsciously called out the original owner's name, but the name was stuck in his throat, like a duck being strangled by an unknown force, almost suffocating.
