Zhang Lindao paused for a moment: "So he used Youdao Palace Guarding Sand on the Queen.

If the emperor dies, who will ascend the throne? Will it be the current prince?"

It was Wu Meiniang and Zhao Wujiang who figured it out.

"Master Zhao, I know you are not a magician and you do not understand the way of luck.

The Queen's fortune is already astonishing. If the Emperor dies, there will only be one person who will ascend the throne!

Whether it is due to luck or Tian Yujiashen's promotion, the person who ascends the throne must be the Queen!

And Youdao Palace Guard Sand is the means to seal the Queen!" Zhang Lindao looked solemn:

"He wants to devour the Queen's luck, just like he swallowed the Emperor's. When the time comes, he can bring his luck to the throne, and Li Tang's country will change hands!

And the Queen will also suffer the same fate as the Emperor and die directly!"

After Zhang Lindao finished speaking, he coughed violently several times, and blood poured down his mouth and nose.

Zhao Wujiang's heart was filled with murderous intent. He quickly left the Imperial Study Room with Zhang Lindao and headed to the Secretariat. Now he was going to seek an answer.

Li Zhi slumped back on the chair. Zhao Wujiang was not worried about him, because in Tian Youjiashen's eyes, Li Zhi was not yet dead.

Secretary Zhao Wujiang arrived in a hurry.

Along the way, the officials in the Secretariat Department looked surprised and all gave way.

After Zhao Wujiang entrusted Zhang Lindao to Secretary Cheng, he quickly went to the Sibu Library Pavilion.

Soon, he saw Wang Yifang in the Ding Pavilion of the Library. Wang Yifang had obviously been waiting for him for a long time.

The two brothers were speechless and looked at each other. Wang Yifang slowly and erratically pulled out several ancient books from the bookshelf.

Along with the rumbling sound, the bookshelf wall shifted, and everything in front of me turned into a big black hole.

"Let's go. It's time to leave it to you!" Wang Yifang slowly spoke, and he and Zhao Wujiang stepped into the darkness.

Turning east and west, Zhao Wujiang could only feel the layers descending.

"This is the underground of the Secretary's Department." Wang Yifang explained to Zhao Wujiang as he walked forward:

"It was created during the Daye period and was supervised by Yang Guang.

At that time, all the craftsmen who built this place were killed by Yang Guang, so few people know about it.

It is unknown what the place was originally used for, and Yang Guang perished before he could use it!

Later, Wei Gong discovered it and rebuilt this place."

Wang Yifang spoke eloquently. As he spoke, Zhao Wujiang saw a sapphire light in front of him, and a bronze cauldron nearly three or four stories high stood in front of him.

He is very familiar with the patterns and atmosphere on the bronze tripod. This is one of the nine tripods of the Bronze Kingdom Tripod.

Zhao Wujiang only felt the sapphire bracelet on his wrist slowly heating up.

"This place is called Huguofang. Just like the large and small workshops in Chang'an, this is also a workshop in Chang'an, but it is not shown in the eyes of the world." Wang Yifang had a smile on his face and emotion in his eyes:

"Bronze holds the country, we protect it!"

"Bronze protects the country, we protect the country," Zhao Wujiang murmured softly. Following Wang Yifang's footsteps, he passed under the Bronze Suppressing tripod, and a bronze door appeared in front of him.

"Boom." The bronze door was pushed and made a sound, just like the dusty history being opened.

Behind the bronze door was like another world, with bright lights and noisy voices. In an instant, Zhao Wujiang seemed to have arrived in the east city of Chang'an City.

At a glance, people were coming and going, and there were ordinary people busy with different things. Some people lit up the fire and forged iron, some people set up a chess game and meditated hard, some people were playing with medicinal materials, and some people were writing something in their hands.

"Ah Si, aren't you a magic machine that follows the steps in the drawings step by step? Look, what are you forging now?"

An old man with a gray beard blew his beard and glared, scolding a simple and honest young man. The young man did not dare to speak, and his face was full of grievances and he couldn't help but scratch his head.

"This is a descendant of the Mohist family, the Mohist family among hundreds of pre-Qin scholars." Wang Yifang said with a smile:

"A hundred schools of thought contend, and time has swept away the sand. Today, there are not many schools of thought left in the world, and the Mohist school is one of them."

Zhao Wujiang nodded. He was attracted by what the honest young man was holding. It was a pair of ordinary gloves, which were almost exactly the same as the Hundred Refining Divine Machine that Wang Yifang had given to him before.

"King Zun!"

A sweet sound like a silver bell sounded.

Zhao Wujiang looked around and saw a pretty girl dressed in ink.

The girl is as beautiful as a flower, and the most eye-catching thing is her head of silver-white hair.

The girl ran over and greeted Wang Yifang.

"Li Xiaozuo." Wang Yifang introduced Zhao Wujiang with a smile: "Li Chunfeng's little granddaughter."

Li Chunfeng. When Zhao Wujiang heard this name, he took another look at Li Xiaozuo.

"This must be Zhao Zun, right?" Li Xiaozuo smiled like a flower and looked gentle.

"Let's talk while walking." Wang Yifang continued walking with Zhao Wujiang, as if he was visiting the East and West Markets in Chang'an.

Soon, the two of them walked to an attic and came to rows of bookshelves. The bookshelves were filled with scrolls.

"The Tang Dynasty Documents Library!" Wang Yifang spoke slowly, with a domineering tone in his voice.

"Except for a very small number of people, everyone who is important in this world has their detailed information on the scroll.

This is also the basis for the existence of Huguofang."

Zhao Wujiang walked around and scanned the bookshelves. Soon, he found the name of an old acquaintance, but the scroll was covered with dust.

"Li Yifu."

Zhao Wujiang unfolded the scroll. On it was Li Yifu's household registration and family background, as well as his life, every detail.

After reading it, he couldn't help but sigh at how accurate the information recorded in this large case library was.

[Li Yifu died on the sixth day of October in the sixth year of Yonghui. He was buried in the flames of Queen Qifeng Palace. He had a knife wound in his abdomen. He was suspected to have been killed by Zhao Wujiang, the then secretary and young eunuch. 】

Zhao Wujiang did not forget the purpose of his trip. He looked at these scrolls and asked: "Brother Wang, are there any scrolls here of Tian Yujiashen, the director of the imperial hospital?"

Wang Yifang shook his head and asked with a smile: "Which Tian Yujiashen's scroll do you want?"

"Which one?" Zhao Wujiang was confused and didn't understand why Wang Yifang spoke like this.

"Yes!" Wang Yifang nodded, while Li Xiaozuo on the side fell silent.

"What you should want to know is the information about Tian Youjiashen now." Wang Yifang pointed at Zhao Wujiang and glanced at Li Xiaozuo.

Li Xiaozuo looked at Zhao Wujiang, and his handsome face made her look sideways frequently. She often sorted out the documents and was familiar with Zhao Wujiang's deeds. This was the first time she had seen a real person.

I saw Li Xiaozuo walking around Zhao Wujiang, taking out a bronze life plate in his hand, and began to fiddle with it with his delicate hands.

After a while, Li Xiaozuo said sweetly: "No!"

Wang Yifang nodded slowly, while Zhao Wujiang was even more confused and didn't understand what he was doing.

"There are no traces of magic on your body." Wang Yifang saw this and explained with a smile:

"Xiao Zuo is the granddaughter of Li Chunfeng. The handwriting of Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang you read was compiled by Xiao Zuo. She has learned the true biography of Li Chunfeng and is a true master of warlocks.

She was just exploring."

Zhao Wujiang suddenly realized, Wang Yifang suppressed his smile and said slowly:

"The Tian Yujiashen of today is no longer the Tian Yujiashen of the past.

The reason why my brother is afraid of him is because of his amazing changes in recent years.

It was during the days when you went to Lingnan Road that Brother Wei finally found the clues he had revealed.

It is true that he is Tian Yujia, but the body is still there, but the spirit is no longer there!"

Zhao Wujiang was greatly shocked. He remembered the words of the great master Wen Yong. Wen Yong suspected that Tian Youjiashen's soul was not his own.

Tian Youjiashen's proficiency in medical skills was obviously a sign of years of molestation, but Wen Yong also said that Tian Youjiashen had been studying medical skills for many years. So where did Tian Youjiashen's skills come from?

The last person Yuan Tiangang saw before his death was Tian Youjiashen. Zhao Wujiang's breathing gradually became rapid. Could it be. Could it be?

Wang Yifang nodded, and when he saw Zhao Wujiang's expression, he knew that Zhao Wujiang had guessed it.

"That's right! The current director of Taiyuan Hospital, Tian Yujiashen, is Yuan Tiangang!"
Chapter completed!