The next day.
The sky is bright.
The early spring morning was still quite chilly. Su Xian got up early, washed up, had breakfast, packed away the silver needles, and then pushed out the door with Yang Zhilan and Zhou Wei.
The fog is thick!
The entire world, including the eaves, courtyard gates, or the bamboo groves inside and outside the courtyard, are all shrouded in white, looming like a fairyland.
Visibility is only one foot.
"What a heavy fog!"
Zhou Wei let out a sigh.
Su Xian cheered up, his breath turned into white mist, and ordered: "Let's go, do acupuncture for Mr. Yang earlier, so that we can go to Chu Palace earlier."
Rushed to Yang Gong's ward.
Accompanied by Yang Zong, Wang Qian and others, Su Xian gave Yang Gong an injection.
Yang Ruoxian didn't come, so she must be a little bit reluctant to let go of what happened last night.
Soon after the acupuncture was over, Su Xian received the silver needles, chatted a few words with Yang Gong and others, then stood up and said goodbye. It was time to enter the palace.
Yang Zong personally sent someone to escort...
The journey was smooth, and in about a quarter of an hour, Su Xian, Yang Zhilan and Zhou Wei arrived under the tower of the imperial city.
This tower is tall and majestic, and it has a royal atmosphere.
However, compared with the imperial city of Daliang, it still lacks some vicissitudes of time, and it always feels a little less interesting. After all, Nanchu Nanchu is not Zhengshuo of the Central Plains.
When the Emperor of Chu learned that Su Xian was entering the palace today, he had already sent two eunuchs to wait at the gate of the palace. Su Xian briefly greeted the eunuchs, then waved to Yang Zong and turned around to enter the imperial city.
Walking inside the imperial city, Su Xian couldn't help but look around, and gradually understood one thing in his heart -
No wonder the Emperor of Chu did not hesitate to spend huge sums of money to build a Mingtang. It turned out that the imperial city of Nan Chu was not even a little inferior to Daliang.
When I stood under the towering city gate just now, the difference was not very big.
Unexpectedly, inside the imperial city, he actually felt like "gold and jade are ruined on the outside".
Come to Hanlin Academy.
Su Xian briefly exchanged greetings with the officials of the Hanlin Academy and went directly to the library.
This library was exaggerated. It was far larger than the library in the Yang Mansion. As soon as Su Xian stepped into it, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
There are so many books, when will he find them?
…
Time passes quietly in the busyness.
Unknowingly, the time has come to dusk.
Su Xian, who found nothing, had to take Yang Zhilan and Zhou Wei to return to the Yang Mansion before the city gate closed. At this time, it happened to be time to give Yang Gong acupuncture.
After administering the acupuncture, Su Xian returned to the temporary residence. After washing, he lay on the couch. Before closing his eyes and falling asleep, he thought to himself:
"It seems like we still need to find a way. Finding a needle in a haystack is not the answer after all... Well, let's go to bed first and wait until tomorrow."
The next day.
Su Xian still got up early and went to Chu Palace after performing acupuncture on Yang Gong.
Arriving at the Hanlin Academy, the officials of the Hanlin Academy were already in place and busy with their own work. Su Xian smiled and said to everyone, "Good morning, everyone!"
Su Xian's idea was that by getting acquainted with the officials of the Hanlin Academy, he might be able to get the information he wanted from them.
However, today's Hanlin Academy officials seemed to have changed. Most of them ignored Su Xian. The few who responded only responded indifferently: "Yes."
Something is wrong!
Su Xian was immediately alerted.
It seems that this road will not work.
Su Xian frowned and had to go to the library first.
He walked to a set of bookshelves, took out a book and held it in his hand, but did not read it. Instead, while thinking about countermeasures, he ordered Zhou Wei:
"Junior Brother Lao, go find out why their attitude is so cold today?"
"okay."
Zhou Wei left quickly and returned after a while, saying to Su Xian: "Brother, I have found out everything. It turns out that those princes and grandsons were up to something the day before yesterday..."
Su Xian frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "It's these guys again. After today's incident, I have to teach them a more profound lesson!"
"Then what should we do next?" Zhou Wei asked.
Su Xian put the book he was pretending to read back on the bookshelf, frowning and lost in thought, speechless for a while.
What to do next? He doesn't have a good plan yet.
"By the way, senior brother, I encountered a strange thing just now."
Zhou Wei suddenly slapped his thigh with both hands and said to himself: "Although the officials of the Hanlin Academy are not friendly to us, there is also an outlier."
"What kind of alien?" Su Xian raised his eyebrows, and Yang Zhilan over there also looked sideways.
"There is a Hanlin bachelor who is about the same age as my senior brother. He does not hate his senior brother as much as others. Instead, he admires his poetic talent very much, especially the spear... Gun Jin Jiu!" Zhou Wei scratched his head.
Su Xian's heart was moved, and he had no time to correct Zhou Wei's mistakes, so he hurriedly asked: "Are you sure? That person may be the key to our breaking the situation. I would like to ask Junior Brother to go over again and invite that person to talk to him."
"no problem."
Zhou Wei readily agreed, turned around and left.
Soon, Zhou Wei returned and brought with him a young bachelor, dressed in official uniform, with the aura of books all over his body, and he was very elegant.
"Brother Su!" As soon as the man saw Su Xian, he approached with a smile and bowed respectfully: "It is indeed Brother Su. I was at the poetry meeting there the day before yesterday. I have been friends with Brother Su for a long time!"
"I have heard for a long time that Brother Su has superb medical skills, but I didn't expect that Brother Su is also an excellent poet. I liked the song "About to Enter the Wine" the other day very much."
"To be honest with you, Brother Su, I can be considered a person who has read poetry and books, but I have never seen a poem that can compare with Brother Su's "Journey into the Wine". Brother Su is a great talent, please accept me and pay my respects."
"..."
Su Xian looked at this overly enthusiastic person and felt a little relieved. It seemed that the task of finding the autobiography of the founding emperor of Southern Chu would most likely fall on this person.
You must find a way to extract this person's words without even realizing it.
Su Xian thought for a while, but without any clue, he decided to take one step at a time and try to get in touch with this person first, maybe he would be able to get some inspiration.
However, when Su Xian looked up at the man, he couldn't help but stay where he was, with the muscles at the corners of his mouth spasming and twitching uncontrollably.
It turned out that this person had already set up his "formation" and was reciting "The Wine Will Come in" with his head held high, his face intoxicated, his movements exaggerated, and as if no one else was watching:
"I don't see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return..."
Su Xian had no choice but to interrupt him, so he had to watch him finish his "performance" before bowing and bowing: "This brother's recitation is very good, but I don't know that brother..."
The man was very familiar with him. He immediately put his arms around Su Xian and said with a smile: "I don't mean anything. The main thing is that Brother Su's poems are good. By the way, Brother Su, just ask whatever you want. I will tell you everything I know." Everything is endless.”
"I want to ask..." Su Xian hesitated slightly.
"Brother Su, you're welcome. I have a similar temperament with Brother Su. How about we treat each other as brothers?" The man was very happy and put his arms around Su Xian. In the eyes of others, they really looked like a pair of biological brothers.
Su Xian pursed his lips, looked sideways at the man, and said slowly: "What I want to ask is, this brother... what is his name?"
"Uh..." The enthusiasm on the man's face froze for a moment, and he was a little confused. He regarded Su Xian as a brother, but Su Xian didn't know who he was?
However, the embarrassment only existed for a short moment.
His smile remained unchanged and he replied cheerfully: "My surname is Wang Mingmo. Brother Su can just call me 'Brother Wang'. This can also reflect our closeness."
"It turns out to be Brother Wang, disrespectful."
"Brother Su, hahaha! You're welcome."
"..."
Wang Mo is a talkative person and knows a lot of secrets.
Su Xian chatted with him all morning and nodded secretly. This time he finally met the right person.
If Wang Mo didn't know the autobiography of the founding emperor of Southern Chu, then Su Xian wouldn't have any complaints even if his trip was in vain.
After lunch, Su Xian and Wang Mo returned to the library. They had a lively discussion on a wide range of topics, ranging from astronomy to geography, covering everything from ancient times to the present.
After another hour, Su Xian thought the time was ripe, so he pretended to be casual and asked:
"Brother Wang, I once heard someone say that the late emperor left behind a huge book. It is said to be the late emperor's autobiography. I wonder if you have this book?"
"Brother Su, why do you suddenly ask this..."
Wang Mo looked surprised, a little reserved, and hesitated to speak.
When Su Xian saw this, his heart sank a little. Could it be that this was a very sensitive topic?
"Hahaha..." Wang Mo suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, with an expression of admiration on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Su, I know the reason why you want to read that book is to write a unique history book, right?"
"Yes..." Su Xian breathed a sigh of relief and explained:
"After all, the late emperor was an eyewitness to the fall of the Daqian Dynasty. The many mysteries hidden in the long history should be recorded in the autobiography of the late emperor."
"Brother Wang has been in the Hanlin Academy for a long time and is very familiar with the affairs of the court. If Brother Wang can help me find the autobiography of the late emperor, I will be grateful."
Wang Mo hurriedly beat his chest loudly and shouted:
"Brother Su, don't worry. Although I'm not very familiar with this matter, I can check it out. I guarantee that Brother Su can fulfill his great ambition! This is all my fault!"
"Thank you very much, Brother Wang."
Su Xian was excited. Is this going to happen?
If we can find that autobiography, we should be able to uncover all the mysteries about the former prince!
"About the late emperor's autobiography..." Wang Mo nodded and gradually fell into deep thought. He frowned and was obviously brainstorming.
Su Xian stared at him without blinking.
After a long time, Wang Mo suddenly raised his head and said to Su Xian:
"I remembered that when the late emperor was in power, he reprinted more than thirty copies of that autobiography and hid it in this library!"
"Really? That's great." Su Xian was overjoyed and reprinted more than thirty copies. Then he could secretly take one copy and go back and study it slowly without fear of being discovered.
Wang Mo then said:
"However, a few years ago, the library was damaged and a fire destroyed one-tenth of the library."
"Burned a tenth of it?" Su Xian's smile suddenly solidified, and a bad premonition surged in his heart. He looked at Wang Mo and asked in a deep voice:
"Could it be that those thirty or so autobiographies...were all...burned?"
Wang Mo sighed and said apologetically: "Brother Su made a good guess. More than thirty autobiographies of the late emperor were all gone and turned into ashes!"
Su Xian's heart was awe-inspiring, and his expression changed several times. The autobiography was an important clue to the identity of the former prince, but it turned out... gone!
God, this is a huge joke on him.
That’s it!
Su Xian shook his head secretly.
The matter has come to this, it’s gone if it’s gone…
Wang Mo was standing by and saw that Su Xian didn't look very good. He thought that he had let Brother Su down. In desperation, he suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly:
"Brother Su, don't be discouraged. Maybe there are copies in other places. Let me go and have a closer look. Brother Su, just wait for me to come back!"
Wang Mo went straightforwardly.
Su Xian thought for a while and decided to wait and see.
Anyway, idle time is idle, let’s see what Wang Mo says when he comes back.
But in his opinion, there is not much hope.
…
Soon after, Wang Mo returned.
He looked a little hesitant, but still said to Su Xian: "Brother Su, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Su Xian's expression changed. Could this matter be turning around? He blurted out: "Hear the good news first."
"The good news is that there is indeed an autobiography of the late emperor that still exists in the world and is intact. If Brother Su gets it, he will be able to know the history of the fall of the Daqian Dynasty very well."
"The emperor has paid off, haha, there is only one last copy left. Yes, God has been kind to me." Su Xian was overjoyed, and then asked:
"What about the bad news?"
Wang Mo's expression changed, he came closer to Su Xian, lowered his voice and said, "The bad news is that the only remaining autobiography of the late emperor is currently in the hands of... Concubine Tang."
"Concubine Tang?" Su Xian was confused. He didn't know this person.
"Yes, the difficulty is that Concubine Tang lives in the harem and we cannot enter. Even if we enter the harem, it is impossible to see Concubine Tang." Wang Mo sighed.
"Also, the concubines in the harem are not allowed to have contact with foreign ministers, either directly or indirectly. Even if Brother Su asks someone to ask Concubine Tang to borrow the autobiography, it will not be allowed!"
Wang Mo added.
When Su Xian heard this, his expression gradually became silent.
This is indeed a problem.
He never expected that the clues for tracing the former crown prince would actually lead to Nan Chu's harem, Concubine Tang... Su Xian's expression changed, he looked at Wang Mo and asked:
"Then what kind of person is Concubine Tang?"
"Shh!"
Wang Mo was startled. He quickly raised his index finger in front of his lips and lowered his voice to remind: "Brother Su, please don't talk nonsense. She is a concubine in the harem. His Majesty's woman is not something we can talk about."
Su Xian was silent and finally nodded.
After Wang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, he looked around, leaned close to Su Xian's ear and whispered:
"Although Concubine Tang's status in the harem is not as good as that of the empress, and she is not as favored as the empress, but... there are rumors in the market that Concubine Tang is a witch, and she is also capable of witchcraft. Moreover, Concubine Tang is naturally charming and charming. It is said that Concubine Tang is a witch. Anyone who sees her will be stunned and drooling. Also, her temper is not very good."
"Oh." Su Xian was noncommittal.
"Anyway, Brother Su, I advise you to give up on the autobiography of the late emperor."
"Thank you, Brother Wang, for reminding me."
Su Xian smiled bitterly, this clue was finally broken.
He quickly gave up the idea of getting the autobiography from Concubine Tang.
Yang Zhilan had observed the Nanchu Imperial Palace, especially the harem area, and it was protected by super experts. After all, it was an important place in a country's court and not so easy to break into.
This Tang Guifei is an "extension port" I left. If the book has the opportunity to be longer, I will use this character at the right time. If it cannot be longer, I will "forget" her.
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