Cross the doghouse to save Party A, Your Highness owes me ten mines

The current Emperor of Wu, the former Prime Minister of the Qian Dynasty, followed the inner passage of the Shanyuntai inch by inch.

I walked through the entire interior of the pass three times,

I walked along the wall outside the pass again and again, six or seven times.

He has been here for more than ten days.

He has not had a good sleep since he knew that the Lou family had the help of the descendants of the national master.

The bamboo slips, paper, ironware, porcelain, cloth, parchment, jade screens, and astronomical instruments inside and outside the astronomical observatory were all checked.

Rumors from everywhere, old men over 100 years old, and storytellers in teahouses everywhere were all asked.

Even the royal library and the ancient vernacular books that were scattered among the people were all found.

Finally, they raided a theatre troupe.

I got six or seven ancient books and one or two bamboo slips.

The Prime Minister sat down against the smooth wall and took a wooden box from Hei Jia.

Open,

He carefully took out a play script from it.

The script was written three hundred years ago and the paper was a bit torn. It had to be repaired by a master craftsman from the Treasure Pavilion and is now barely readable.

The prime minister gently opened the first page, which read: In the midst of the turmoil in the world, which hero can be the most elegant and charming, and win the hearts of the people? In this world, talented men and beautiful women are always heroes saving beauties, and they fall in love at first sight...

What a bloody book.

If it had happened in the past, the Prime Minister would not only not even look at it, but even if a female member of his family asked someone to buy it and take a look at it, he would tear it up and order the person to get out and kneel in the ancestral hall.

But now,

However, he read it carefully word by word over and over again, hoping to get some trace of the old man from the Lou family and the great master from three hundred years ago from these ancient romantic stories.

The story ends.

Only then did I find a sentence between the lines: "Can you be as romantic as the National Master?" "If the National Master comes back in three hundred years, I will definitely compete with him." "You... dare to compare yourself with the National Master who has the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, and can bring the dead back to life." "It's a pity that the National Master will never come back, and we won't live for three hundred years. From now on, it will be his disciples who will come..."

Three hundred years ago, the affairs of the national teacher were no secret. Everyone in the streets and alleys knew about it and everyone could talk about it.

The prime minister picked up two more bamboo slips, on which were written in mottled handwriting: "...When the state teacher was here, I also drank a few glasses of wine with him. Unfortunately, I am old now, and I can't wait for his disciples to come again. I will never be able to see the glory of the reopening of the astrological platform. If they really come in the future, remember to let your unworthy descendants go to my grave and tell me about this matter..."

These are bamboo slips from two hundred years ago, and it is impossible to tell who wrote them.

Why there are so few records among the people is hard to find.

Hundreds of years ago, time has passed, the court has been in turmoil, and the world has changed dramatically.

The three hundred years of agreement has become nothing more than a legend, and no one knows about the secret passage passed down by word of mouth by the Lou emperors. It has become a secret forever with the sudden death of the last emperor of the Qian Dynasty.

Slap!

The Prime Minister slapped his thigh in regret for the first time.

I was angry about why I was so eager to burn down the Qian Dynasty's library, history books and book towers.

Now we can only find the secrets from hundreds of years ago from the fragments of words among the people.

Three hundred years ago, paper was rare and expensive, and stories were passed down orally. How many records could there be among the people?

The Prime Minister stood up again.

Turning back, I stroked the wall of the Upper Pass.

but,

Some people may believe that the descendants of the great master will come three hundred years later, while others may not.

But everyone firmly believes in the great master's ability to move mountains and fill the sea.

The hundreds of years of agreement may be illusory, but the 108 passes are real and stand in this world.

The wall was several feet high, piercing the sky. The outside was extremely smooth, water could not get in, fire could not leave any marks, ladders could not be put up, secret passages could not be dug, and there was not even a crack.

The only way to open the city gate is with a jade talisman.

He had always thought that

If we get the jade talisman and capture the guard, we will capture the pass and the whole country.

And now,

He couldn't stop thinking,

If the descendants of the national master really come, then does that mean that the jade talisman is not needed to open the pass?

If the jade talisman is not needed and the pass is wide open, who can be the opponent of the Gu family army in the Northern Territory, and who can be the opponent of Lou Junze?

"Your Majesty, Master Ji was secretly taken away by people from the thirteen states of the Southern Region. Now, under the name of the previous dynasty, he has pledged to restore the country and is gathering troops."

"Your Majesty, the editor Yue Chimu turned against his allies and took the princess away."

"Your Majesty, a female official named Xia Shi under Lou Junze led a group to sneak into Huai'an secretly, and together with the Wulin Alliance, they captured General Chen, opened the city gate from the inside, and welcomed Lou Junze into the city. Now Huai'an is under the control of Lou Junze... This is the tip from the informant."

"..."

The prime minister thought it was impossible. How could Chen Yulian be such a loser? He had all the skills in martial arts, and the Wulin Alliance had been unable to do anything to him for many years? Who in the world could be his opponent? Moreover, he had many soldiers under his command. How could he be captured so easily?

He reached out to take the small iron tube for secret letters presented by his subordinates, pinched it with two fingers to open the wax seal, turned it left and right to open the mechanism, and then took out a piece of paper from it.

Expand,

In addition to the densely packed small characters describing what happened in Huai'an that night, the paper also contained a portrait.

The portrait showed a girl. It was needless to say how beautiful, noble, and majestic she was. Next to her stood a man in a black robe.

When the man in black robe stretched out his hand, swords and knives flew into his palm and were crushed into a ball in mid-air.

Such magical power,

No wonder they were able to capture Huai'an.

The prime minister suddenly remembered something. The secret letter sent back by the black-armored guard who had a bad start and couldn't do even the smallest thing mentioned the sudden hurricane on the ground, the sky full of rosy clouds, the sudden appearance of a large group of cavalry, the black-robed man with incredibly high martial arts skills, and the girl who fell from the sky with a thunder bomb in her hand.

Really, it's all true.

The incident at Gu Yin Mountain was not a lie made up by the Black Armor Guards to evade responsibility. The secret letter was true from the beginning. Even Lou Junze's injury was probably not caused by Cai Yidao's medical skills.

He felt as if his head suddenly exploded.

He hurriedly searched the box for the information he hadn't finished reading, and found an old sheepskin at the bottom.

"Your Majesty, all the writing on the observatory seemed to have been cleared out. It is now empty. This is the only piece of tattered sheepskin I found in the corner of the warehouse..."

The man on the sheepskin had fluttering clothes, stunning features, and unparalleled demeanor. He was raising his hand to hold up a glowing sphere, which was suspended above the astronomical platform. The astronomical platform was wide open, and a beam of light shot straight up to the sky. It seemed as if some huge object was slowly descending from the sky...

There are still two words left in the broken corner, which read: National Master

Really

It's all true.

The girl named Xia Shi is the disciple of the national teacher. Not only did she save the dying Lou Junze, she also helped Lou Junze to regain the empire.

The Prime Minister fell backwards in despair.

But it was just a stumble.

How can a prime minister who can accomplish great things be a mediocre person? He quickly figured out the key.

He quickly stood up by holding onto the wall and ordered, "Kill them!"

"Who?"

The newly appointed Black Armor Commander, Lord Chi Haochi, was confused. Who could kill the girl and the man in black robe?

The Prime Minister said, "Kill Lou Junze and Lou Junji!"

No matter what kind of agreement or secrets the Lou family has with the Grand Master, there are only two people left in the Lou family now. As long as all the Lou family members die, all the agreements will be useless.

Otherwise, once the Lou family rises up, all of his clan will be killed without a burial place. He has slaughtered the entire Lou family and thousands of people in their family tree.

They won't let him go.

"Send all the assassins to kill them. You go in person. Remember, as long as you attack the girl named Xia Shi, the black-robed man will no longer care about Lou Junze. With his mortal body, how many rounds of assassination can he withstand?"

" yes!"

……

Miss Xia didn't sleep tonight.

It's not that she doesn't want to sleep,

But she couldn't sleep,

There is nothing more important in this world than final payment.

If there is,

That is to pay wages.

She came to the door of the leader.