Stroke?

Mrs. Hou panicked and wanted to speak, but found that half of her face was numb. She could speak, but she was vague, and saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

Finally, the girl noticed the movement inside and came in to help her clean up. But Mrs. Hou could only tilt her eyes and stared at the maid, hoping that she would tell herself that none of these were true.

However, the facts are not something that the maid can decide.

Although Yong'an Hou didn't really want to care about his wife's affairs, he couldn't ignore his wife's stroke. While he asked someone to invite an imperial physician, he also sent a letter to the palace.

An hour later, the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital came late; as for the letter he sent to the palace, it had been intercepted. The queen was "retiring", and during this period, there would never be any news that would affect her recuperation.

After Sanniang knew that Mrs. Hou had a stroke, she felt angry, "It must be something she suffered in the future, but it will be cheaper for Min Heng."

But Fu Yao rubbed the sword and said, "This is just the beginning. How could Mrs. Hou who has been majestic and prosperous all her life willingly be a waste? Let's make a bet, guess if she will come to me."

Sanniang suddenly realized that this was indeed just the beginning.

Mrs. Hou was paralyzed in the bed, but there was no filial son in front of her. When the stroke was cured, the Yong'an Hou's Mansion would be really lively.

"You will have to double the price at that time." Sanniang, who has always been kind to others, said.

Fu Yao smiled and put away the sword, an illusory figure appeared in front of her.

After the last time he appeared, the obsession in the fifth prince finally appeared again.

Fu Yao looked at the sword, and it seemed that he still had to need this to hook him out.

"Meet again." Fu Yao looked at him and said.

But the man looked at the sword in her hand and slowly said, "Why is my sword in your hand?"

"It was given to me by someone else." Fu Yao said.

"Impossible." The man stared at the sword, "There are only two masters in this sword."

"Is that so? One is you, and who is the other?" Fu Yao asked.

She waited for a while, and when the man refused to answer, she continued to ask, "The other one is your eldest brother?"

The man was still looking at the sword, but his eyes were bitter, "I betrayed my eldest brother, he must be angry with me, so he didn't even want to give me a chance to admit his mistake."

After saying this, others disappeared from the spot.

Fu Yao: "..."

If this weren't Zhongli's old friend, she would have caught this obsession and beat him up so that he wouldn't speak well.

"Guanzhu," Sanniang saw this for the first time, "Is this the old friend of Mr. Zhongli? This title is really strange. And looking at the armor on his body, it looks a bit like the standard of the Wei Dynasty."

During this period, she learned a lot from the Huaishu Forest at the foot of the mountain, and some of them could barely know.

"When it comes to Wei Dynasty, the national surname was Zhongli at that time." Sanniang was stunned when she said this. If it were Zhongli, wouldn't Mr. Zhongli be a member of the royal family?

However, when you think about Mr. Zhongli’s tomb, most people really can’t afford to practice it.

Sanniang has already said this, and it is difficult for Fu Yao to pretend that she doesn't know.

"What is his name?" Fu Yao said.

When Sanniang went to the tomb, she saw the note recording Zhong Li's life. Although she only saw one name, she had not seen the contents behind it.

"The surname is Zhongli, and the name is one."

Zhonglizhi.

If you know your name and surname and background, then your identity can be found with a little check.

"Let's go." Fu Yao didn't say anything and took Sanniang back to the Taoist temple.

At the foot of Taoist Temple, the courtyard and library of Lishui Academy have been completed, and the rest are still under construction, but some students who have already studied have lived in.

Since Mr. Lu'an wrote a letter to invite someone to serve as a teacher, three middle-aged scholars have been invited to come, two of whom are famous figures in the Shilin area.

Their arrival made the literary fortune above Lishui a lot stronger, and there was already a faint layer of purple air around Lishui Academy.

Of course, this purple air is invisible to outsiders. However, everyone who enters it can clearly feel that the atmosphere inside and outside the academy is different.

When Fu Yao arrived at the academy, a student was cleaning her. When he saw her, someone stepped forward to stop him and said, "This is a college, please don't enter the idle people. Who are you looking for, girl?"

Before Fu Yao could speak, someone had already walked in a hurry, and it was Mr. Lu'an's housekeeper. He saw Fu Yao from afar. Seeing her being stopped, he hurried over to the end, "This is Miss Fu, and you are not allowed to stop him when you see him in the future." He knew that this person had a bad temper, so that the two students would not suffer in the future.

Fu Yao ignored what the housekeeper was thinking. She walked forward and said, "I heard that among the three gentlemen I invited this time, one of them is proficient in history and plans to compile a history book by himself?"

When the housekeeper heard her question, he knew who she was looking for, "Are you here to find Mr. Shi?"

Mr. Shi is the only person who is not a master student. Because of his family background, he has always had a special liking for history.

However, reading is a very expensive thing. Mr. Shi only knows how to read, but he doesn't know anything else. Now he is already penniless, and only a room of books is left.

So when the master wrote a letter, he invited people everywhere, and his first person to come and join him with a book.

"Take me to find him." Although Fu Yao said so, she had already walked towards the gentleman's residence.

Behind them, several students who were cleaning the gate looked at each other and finally scratched their heads, "This doesn't look like a blind man at all..."

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Fu Yao came to a yard full of books.

In the middle of the yard, a middle-aged man with a pen was writing and was very busy.

The housekeeper wanted to speak out, but Fu Yao reached out to stop him. She bent down and picked up the local books, turned them over and read them. She changed them to another one, or "Farewell Book of Spring and Autumn".

"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy." Fu Yao said.

After hearing this, the housekeeper looked at her, and then looked at Mr. Shi, who was still addicted to the sea of ​​books, and immediately retreated without much trouble.

Fu Yao took a stick and flipped the book on the ground. Finally, he circled around the yard, found a book called "The Book of Wei Kingdom", and walked to Mr. Shi and sat down.

In the bright spring, she was looking at the book with her legs on her back, while the scholar next to her seemed to be writing something, and she muttered something while revising it. Neither of the two disturbed each other, and each was busy with their own affairs.

When Mr. Shi stopped and stretched, he was caught off guard and saw a woman in black sitting next to him. He was so scared that he fell to the ground.

"You, who are you?" This woman was too weird. She was covered in black and looked like she was reading a book.

Fu Yao finished turning the last page, held the book and turned his face to ask him, "This "Wei Kingdom Book" does not seem to be complete."

"Yes," Mr. Shi was not so afraid when he talked about the book. This was what he was best at. "There is still the second half of that book, but I didn't find it. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"Do you know Zhonglizhi?" Fu Yao asked.

"Zhonglizhi?" Mr. Shi said the name for a while, then got up and hurried into his room.

After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, he took out another book, and while reading it, he muttered: "The emperors of the Great Wei Dynasty did not have the name Zhonglizhi, but among the princes, there was indeed a prince who was Kehuai. The prince later died in Hexi in battle, and there were not many records about him, and there were only a few words in the historical books."

Fu Yao took the book and saw that compared to the sentence of the emperor of the dynasty, there was only one short sentence about the prince's trait.

"In the 16th year of Zhaoguang, the prince Zhi died in Hexi in battle and was posthumously named Kehuai."

But looking down with this sentence, you can see a corner of the past.

After the Crown Prince Zhi died in battle, the emperor passed away in the same year. The fifth son inherited the throne, which was later Emperor Shizong of Wei. Wei Shizong was a good emperor, but he was also an emperor with ruthless means. Later generations never unified his praise and criticism of him.

But this person can still judge what kind of person he is through historical records, while the prince who should have inherited the throne was a fog.

After closing the book, Fu Yao asked Mr. Shi: "How many brothers did Emperor Shizong of Wei have in the past?"

Mr. Shi said without thinking: "Wei Shizong is the younger brother of Prince Kehuai. As for the rest of the princes, there are not many who have left their names in history. Only one of the eighth sons was named King Ping, and they were all fighting in the northwest. They died in Jiayuguan at the age of 26."

"What's this Ping Wang's name?"

"Zhongli Lin."

Fu Yao nodded and returned the book to him, "Thank you. I heard that you want to edit books, and the academy will cover all the expenses you need to edit books in the future."

"Take it seriously?" Mr. Shi was happy at first, but soon asked in confusion: "Who are you? I don't seem to have seen you before.

"Don't you think it's too late for you to ask this question now?" Fu Yao said, then she sniffed again, and said with disgust: "How long has it been since you took a bath? The smell of sauerkraut... The God of Wealth is about to be smoked by you."

Mr. Shi smiled, "Isn't this busy?"

Fu Yaocai ignored him and covered his nose and said, "In the future, I will get the money once, but I won't have to wash it. I will get the money from Mr. Lu'an."

"Take it seriously?" Mr. Shi was afraid that she would go back on her regret, so he ran to take a shower happily.

Looking at his back, Fu Yao looked through the book again and put it back again.

A few strokes in history books summarize a person's life. Under the dusty history, there are many puzzles that cannot be seen.

Is Zhonglizhi the prince?

At night, Fu Yao came to the palace. The sword left his body again, and the obsession in the fifth hall really appeared again.

"What's your name?" Fu Yao asked him.

The man shook his head, "I forgot."

"Is Zhonglilin you?"

The man seemed to be trapped in memories. Then, he returned to the baby's body.

The moonlight shone through the window on Fu Yao's body. She pulled out the rusty sword body, looked at the words "Zhongli" flying on it, and shrugged, "Okay, I admit that I'm a little too curious. Just think that my long life is too boring, and want to have some fun."
Chapter completed!