The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress - Chapter 128

Although she was very moved by the elephant and the white peacock, in the end An Changqing did not agree to bring Huai Rushan in. +++Cartino novel website www.mtlnovel.com, after all, it was the matter of the two Huai Ruyu brothers. He was in the middle (inserting cha), and there was always something going on on his behalf. After spending a lot of fun in Fuliang City, An Changqing and Xiao Zhige went to the secret library holding Huai Ruyu tokens.

The secret library was built under the palace of Huai Ruyu. Huai Ruyu’s confidant led them down, bowed at the door and left. Guarding the gate were two deaf and dumb attendants. An Changqing showed the token and went in smoothly with Xiao Zhige.

The inside of the secret storehouse is very (dry and gan) dry, and you can’t feel the humidity and heat outside at all. Except for the rows of bookshelves in the entire warehouse, there is only one bookcase for reading. The bookcase is large, with pens, inks, papers, inkstones, and basically stacked books. In order to prevent water leakage, the lighting in the secret storehouse is all night pearls, one by one embedded in the wall, illuminating the storehouse brightly.

Not long after they came in, one of the gatekeepers brought tea and preserved fruit over. An Changqing nodded in thanks, the janitor made two gestures and walked out.

An Changqing looked through the stack of books on the flip sheet and found that in addition to some predecessors’ manuscripts, there were also many records related to the Shuren tribe, which they had never seen in Daye and West Dung.

Putting down the books, An Changqing flipped through the bookshelf again. The books stored are divided into categories, which are the manuscripts of the ancestors, which are the rumored history, and some scrolls left by the predecessors, specially stored in non-perishable wooden boxes. .

“It seems that we are on the right side of Yuze this time.” An Changqing opened a wooden box and looked at the picture scroll inside.

Xiao Zhige also felt this way. He pointed to these bookshelves and said, “There are still ten days to go. We will read half of the books on the bookshelves. We can’t say we can find some new clues before we leave.”

An Changqing coincided with his thoughts, and immediately divided his points with him, each holding a few books and starting to read them. What An Changqing looked at was the manuscript left by Huai Shu’an. The cover of the manuscript marked the time. He flipped through it from the very beginning to vaguely figure out the identity of the person in the painting.

The manuscript should have been written by Huai Shu’an in his old age. He wrote it from the first encounter, and there are memories between the lines.

“In the sixteenth year of Zaide, I went to sea by boat and met Yu Qiao on the sea. He said that he went to sea for business. Unfortunately, he encountered a storm at sea and the ship capsized. He floated with a ship board for three days before meeting me. I couldn’t bear it so I allowed him to get on the boat and took him back to Yongzhou.”

This Yu Qiao is the person in the painting. At that time, Yuze belonged to the barren land in Yongzhou. Huai Shu’an came from the Huai family in Yongzhou, and he was still just a young man with a weak crown.

Following this passage, Huai Shu’an added another paragraph in small print: “At that time, when he was young, seeing him look beautiful, he was obsessed with beauty (color), and he believed him. Now, in retrospect, he was full of vibes. There is no haggard, how could it be someone who has been floating on the sea for three days? His miracle has been (exposed) early. It’s just that he didn’t notice it when he was young.”

An Changqing read the past one by one according to the time listed on the cover. The manuscripts are mostly fragments of the two people getting to know each other, except for the mention of a name at the beginning, and no other information about Yu Qiao. In addition, Xu Shi couldn’t remember many things clearly when he was older, and the recorded text was mostly short and fragmented. An Changqing looked at three lines at a glance, and things didn’t start until he saw the records of Zaide for 21 years. Changed.

The manuscript reads: “In the spring of the 21st year of Zaide, there was little rain in the north, and there was a severe drought. In the autumn, the grain was not harvested, and the imperial court’s levies and taxes became heavier. It is said that there were thousands of miles of starvation and countless deaths. Yongzhou is located in the south, although There was no severe drought, but rain continued for several months. The dam burst and flooded the farmland. The court refused to allocate money for disaster relief. The victims were killed and injured, and the plague was rampant… Xiao always wrote to me and asked me to go to Kyoto to discuss major events. Yu Qiao was curious about the situation in Kyoto. , Walk with me. This is the last thing I regret in my life, it was I who hurt him.”

This paragraph of handwriting is strong through the back of the paper, which shows that Huai Shuan’s regret is in his heart. An Changqing hurriedly turned back, but found that there was a large blank space behind it. Turning over a few pages of blank paper, the following record jumped directly to the last year of Zaide two years later.

In the last years of Zaide, the state of Wei in the former dynasty failed to live because of the mediocre monarch and the innocent people. The eight Great Pillar Kingdoms conspired to conspire. After two years, they finally led their troops to invade Kyoto, overthrow the previous dynasty and establish a new dynasty. The remaining seven big pillar nations jointly elected Xiao Li as emperor and changed the name of the country to Daye.

Huai Shu’an didn’t write it out in the middle three years. He just wrote: “We spent three years occupying various places and invading Kyoto. Everyone, including Yu Qiao, would like to respect Xiao Li as emperor. Yu Qiao once said that he had a heart The master of the world is a trustworthy person. But in reality, he is just a hypocrite who is greedy for power and we are all deceived by him.”

An Changqing continued to look back, but found that as before, this paragraph was empty again. I don’t know if it was Huai Shuan’s unwillingness to recall, or he was afraid of writing it out when he was spied on, so he deliberately disappeared.

An Changqing turned to the last page, but saw only one sentence written on it: “Yu Qiao is gone. If I could take him back to Yongzhou earlier, maybe everything would be different.”

The records of Zaide’s years came to an abrupt end. An Changqing rubbed his eyes, and was about to get up to look for the signpost, but suddenly dizzy. Xiao Zhige helped him in time, poured him a cup of tea, and let him sit for a while: “You take a rest first, don’t look so eagerly.”

An Changqing drank a cup of tea, pinched her eyebrows, and said, “There is too little useful content in these scripts. Now I only know that the person in the painting is called Yu Qiao, and he went to Kyoto with Huai Shu’an. I got acquainted with the great ancestor and the other six Great Pillar Kingdoms. But there is no way to know what happened in the middle (fa fa).”

Xiao Zhige said, “I didn’t find any useful content in my handbook, but I found a painting.”

He handed him the scroll at hand: “It’s exactly the same as the painting by Xi Wei.”

An Changqing slowly unfolded the picture scroll, and saw that the portrait was indeed exactly the same as the one Xue Wuyi gave them. But one is in the west, and the other is in Yuze. There must be some connection between the two paintings.

“Let’s talk to Huai Ruyu and take the picture scroll out for comparison.” An Changqing said.

Xue Wuyi said that the caravan sent by Xue Chang might have gone to sea. At the beginning, they analyzed that from the west dung to the beach, it would pass through the border of Yuze. And the two people were convicted of Daye at the same time, obviously there was a connection. If Xue Chang sent a caravan to go to sea to build the tomb of the sharks together with Huai Shu’an, then it would make sense for them to keep a picture scroll. There may be clues to the tomb of the mackerel hidden in this scroll.

Xiao Zhige looked at the secret library illuminated by Ye Mingzhu. There is no day to see and the time is not known, but he estimates (touching Mo) it is not too early, so he said: “Go out and talk about it, the rest can be tomorrow. Look again.”

An Changqing felt a little dizzy when he sat down, so she took the painting and went out with him. I thought that the two gatekeepers would stop them from taking the painting out when they went out, but they didn’t expect that the other side didn’t stop them. Only after they came out, they carefully locked the door.

The two of them walked up the steps and realized that it was already midway through the moon. Except for Huai Ruyu’s confidant who was waiting in the hall, Huai Rushan was also there.

Seeing them coming out, Huai Rushan yawned sleepily, “There are countless people in the secret vault. You didn’t come out until this hour.”

Xiao Zhige looked at the sky outside and asked, “What time is it?”

The attendant replied: “The ugly time is at the end. The king saw that the two distinguished guests had not come out, so he called the slaves to wait. The king was still in the study to deal with political affairs.

“Waiting for a long time, the sun is not visible in the secret library, and the time is not clear, so it was delayed a little longer.” An Changqing said.

The attendant bent over, said “I’m going to invite the king,” and left.

But Huai Rushan yawned again, looked at the scroll in their hands sleepily and asked, “What clues have you found?”

“I did find some clues, but it has yet to be confirmed.” An Changqing said.

When Huai Rushan heard this, he immediately leaned in vigorously: “What is it? Show me quickly.”

An Changqing carried the scroll behind her back, and slowly said, “There are no elephants in Daye, and no white peacocks.”

“???” Huai Rushan’s outstretched hand froze in midair, staring at him incredulously, and said, “I know now, you are much worse than my brother.”

An Changqing smiled with a little white teeth, like a clever and cunning little fox, cute and beautiful. Huai Rushan succumbed to her beauty immediately: “Go and go, the elephant will give you one, and the white peacock will also give you. You show me quickly.”

As he said, he reached out to grab the scroll behind him. Anyway, he will see it when Huai Ruyu arrives. At this moment, An Changqing didn’t fight with him and gave him the picture scroll.

Huai Rushan unfolded the picture scroll, his excited expression froze when he saw the person in the picture. He rolled up the picture scroll and narrowed his eyes to look at An Changqing: “You are not using your own portrait to smear me?”

An Changqing said: “I’m ruining what you are doing. The person in this painting is called Yu Qiao, maybe… is my ancestor?”

Huai Rushan unfolded the scroll and looked at it carefully, only to realize the difference. He spread out the picture scroll on the case table, looked at An Changqing and then at the portrait, and exclaimed: “The scorpion races are really amazing, all of them are great beauties. I heard from my brother that the appearance of the envoy is also unique.

“You just remember these messy words, why don’t you remember that I told you not to mix with this matter?”

A voice came from afar, and Huai Rushan saw him striding over as soon as he turned his head, and immediately raised up a flattering smile and leaned toward him: “I remember. But am I not worried about you? Many people can do more, right? ?”

Huai Ruyu glanced at him, looking helpless. After all, he didn’t rush him back, but turned his eyes to An Changqing and Xiao Zhige: “What is so special about this painting?”

An Changqing had never told him about the portrait and the secret treasure of the western dung. It was not deliberately concealed, but there were too many things to say, so Huai Ruyu naturally didn’t know what was special.

“I also have such a painting here. It was handed down by Xue Chang, the first king of the West Dung.” An Changqing told him about the secret treasure of the West Dung. The person who happened to be sent to pick up the painting also came. An Changqing took the paintings and gave them to Huai Ruyu, “Let’s take a look first, they are exactly the same.”

Huai Ruyu took the portrait and opened it next to the previous painting, and found that it was exactly the same.

“Do you suspect that the former king and Xue Chang built the tomb together?” Huai Ruyu asked.

“That’s right.” Xiao Zhige said: “Xue Chang’s secret treasure was left by Xue Chang to the person in the painting, that is, Yu Qiao. And Huaishu’an built the tomb for Yu Qiao. They knew each other and would cooperate. Not surprising.”

An Changqing added: “It’s a pity that many important events have been omitted from those handbooks. If we can figure out what happened in the past (fa fa), it might be easier for us to explore the tomb of the sharks.”

Huai Rushan pondered for a while, and slowly said, “Although the tomb of Yu Qiao was actually built for Yu Qiao, I have searched through all the scripts, but I feel that Yu Qiao may not be buried in the tomb of Yu Qiao at all. Although it is called the tomb of Yu Qiao. , But it’s actually just an island.”

He frowned, as if he didn’t know how to elaborate: “When I flipped through those handbooks, I felt that in the records of the first kings, Yu Qiao was not dead. The tomb of the mackerel is not like a cemetery, it’s more like building a peach on the sea. He has been waiting for Yu Qiao to come back, but he hasn’t waited until he died.”

He had vaguely thought of this before, but he couldn’t be too sure. It wasn’t until today that I heard Xue Chang’s last words that I felt that my guess might not be wrong.

“Xian Wang and Xue Chang seem to think that Yu Qiao will not die and will come back again.”

An Changqing was a little bit by him, and his eyes lit up: “Yes, there is a paragraph in Huai Shu’an’s first handwriting, saying that he should have discovered Yu Qiao’s miracle long ago. It can be called miraculous… What will it be?”

“Living forever.” Xiao Zhige suddenly said.

Seeing all three of them looking at him, he said in a deep voice, “I looked at the portraits of Yu Qiao in the secret library. Have you noticed that those portraits have been clearly separated by several years, but Yu Qiao’s appearance has not changed at all. ?”

It took seven years from when Huai Shu’an met Yu Qiao on the sea to when they established a new dynasty. The manuscript never mentions Yu Qiao’s age, but it is estimated from scattered fragments that Yu Qiao is about the same age as Huai Shu’an. From the age of weak crown to nearly 30 years old, it is slow, and it is impossible that there is no change at all. However, the appearance of the people in those portraits has not changed at all, except for the changes in clothes, not even the slightest increase in fine lines.

Although it can also be explained that Huai Shu’an deliberately painted Yu Qiao’s youthful appearance when painting, but according to all these signs, it is more likely that Yu Qiao’s appearance has not grown old over the years.

If Yu Qiao is immortal, then the attitudes of Xue Chang and Huai Shu’an can be explained.

An Changqing was dumb for a while, but after thinking about it, I realized that this speculation was not unreasonable. Otherwise, the weird attitudes of Xue Chang and Huai Shu’an simply don’t make sense.

“But in this world, is there really anyone who can live forever?” Huai Ruyu raised his eyebrows, only to feel a chill from the soles of his feet. In previous dynasties, there were always emperors pursuing the art of longevity, but he only felt terrible. Imagine when the relatives and friends you met die one by one, and in the end only you are left alone, living alone. This is not a gift, it is clearly a punishment.

An Changqing subconsciously wanted to say that the immortality is too strange. When he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered his rebirth, and swallowed the words of his mouth. He wrinkled his eyebrows and said, “It’s true or not, go to the tomb of the shark. Just know.”

The three of them were relatively speechless, and Huai Ruyu said, “No matter, it’s useless for us to guess here. I will arrange things as soon as possible. Let’s set off to the South China Sea as soon as possible.”

The author has something to say:

Here: No need to grab, I have the elephant and the white peacock.

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