Chapter 46 Qing'er, can you give me some sleep?

The rising sun, the eunuch's residence.

Zhao Wujiang yawned continuously, intending to fulfill the teachings of the Huilong Sect and take a good sleep.

Regarding what Li Zhi said about recruiting talents for him, Zhao Wujiang was not in a hurry. Li Zhi didn't limit the time anyway, and Zhao Wujiang also had a few preliminary candidates in mind.

He neatly folded the black gown and placed it on the bedside, then lay down calmly and comfortably.

A beautiful day begins in the morning. Zhao Wujiang thought to himself how pleasant and comfortable it would be to sleep back in the cage.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!"

The wooden door is opened.

Qing'er entered the room, looked at Zhao Wujiang's sleepy eyes, and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep?"

"Nonsense, you can do it yourself. I want to sleep." Zhao Wujiang weakly walked to the bed and fell down on the quilt.

Qing'er looked at Zhao Wujiang's residence curiously, his big eyes moving around.

"Wow, Mr. Zhao, you have so many medicines here."

Being pulled up by Qing'er again, Zhao Wujiang muttered to himself, "Qing'er, can you give me some sleep?"

When Qing'er heard this, her pretty face turned red. She covered her small breasts and said timidly: "You must sleep. Me?"

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Which teacher taught you reading comprehension? Zhao Wujiang turned his head, dark circles appeared under his eyes, and said: "Then come here."

"No, no, I'm not ready yet..." Qing'er pursed her rosy mouth and said seriously.

But Zhao Wujiang was too lazy to pay attention to him and fell asleep himself.

Qing'er squatted beside the bed, holding her cheeks, and looked at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face quietly.

She pursed her lips and smiled without waking Zhao Wujiang.

She came to the table and saw Zhao Wujiang's usual medicine box placed on the table.

Later, Qing'er opened the medicine box, which was full of bottles and jars of various colors.

She found a familiar medicine bottle, which contained small sugar pills that Zhao Wujiang had refined that she often took. Then she picked up another medicine bottle, which contained gray-brown powder. She opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it gently.

, smells fragrant.

"Is it powdered sugar?"

Qing'er was confused, so she picked up the bottle containing the medicinal powder and decided to add it to the lotus seed soup later, so that the lotus seed soup would be very sweet.

There are three poles of sunshine, and the sun is shining brightly.

"Mother, we are back." Qing'er smiled sweetly.

"Why have you been gone for so long?" Wu Meiniang asked doubtfully. She saw Zhao Wujiang and nodded and smiled at him.

Qing'er quickly ran to the table and sat down, saying, "Who told Mr. Zhao that he is such a lazy pig?"

Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled softly.

"What is this? It smells so good."

Zhao Wujiang's drooped eyes widened, he smelled a refreshing fragrance, and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

He sat down at the table and found that in addition to the exquisite pastries that Wu Meiniang usually prepared, there were also a few extra painted porcelain bowls. The porcelain bowls contained crystal clear, moist and delicious lotus seed soup.

Qing'er held the porcelain bowl and started sucking, with a look of satisfaction on her face. After a while, the lotus seed soup in the bowl bottomed out. She seemed to have remembered something, and took out a medicine bottle containing gray-brown medicinal powder from her arms.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Wu Meiniang asked in confusion. She couldn't identify what the powder in the bottle was.

Qing'er whispered: "The lotus seed soup is a bit bitter, I want to add some sugar."

"No more, give it to me, how many sweets do you want to eat in a day?" Wu Meiniang stretched out her hand, and Qing'er handed the medicine bottle to Wu Meiniang angrily.

Zhao Wujiang has been immersed in breakfast.

"I knew that the empress started making lotus seed soup early in the morning, just for Mr. Zhao. I won't eat it." Qing'er said, holding another porcelain bowl in both hands and starting to slurp it.

Zhao Wujiang raised his head in confusion and happened to meet Wu Meiniang's eyes.

Wu Meiniang's eyes averted, her heart pounding.

Her cheeks were slightly red at the moment and she said unnaturally:

"Master Zhao Zhao, didn't you say you were suffering from internal heat the day before yesterday? I happen to have some lotus seeds in the palace, which can be used to clear away heat."

At the end of the sentence, her voice became smaller and smaller.

"No wonder this lotus seed soup is so delicious. It turns out that it has the heart of the empress."

Zhao Wujiang said without blushing and his heart stopped beating. He finished the lotus seed soup in one gulp.

Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes flashed.

After leaving Zhaoyi Palace, Zhao Wujiang came to the Secretariat Department.

He summoned his secretary, Cheng, and found portraits of high-ranking officials who were in the imperial court from the 23rd year of Zhenguan to the 6th year of Yonghui in the Tangzang Pavilion.

Although the portrait is not as lifelike as the portraits of Lingyan Pavilion officials, it is more than enough for Zhao Wujiang to recognize the masked man.

He kept flipping through the pages, and the sound of flipping drawing paper continued in the Tangzang Pavilion.

It was early after noon, Zhao Wujiang looked through all the photo albums, but could not find the masked man.

Could it be that he is not an official?

No, then why do I feel like he looks familiar?

"That's all, find a painter to draw it and then ask others."

Soon, a middle-aged man with squinting eyes and a mustache appeared on the drawing paper.

Wang Yifang has been in Chang'an City for a long time. Maybe he recognizes him, but if he doesn't, he can show it to the Minister of Rites. Zhao Wujiang came to the Sibu Library Pavilion, and sure enough, he saw Wang Yifang buried in a sea of ​​books in Dingbu.

"Brother Wang, how are you today?" Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists.

Wang Yifang looked up when he heard the sound and found that it was Zhao Wujiang. He said happily:

"Come, dear brother, sit here."

Zhao Wujiang sat down in response, spread out his drawing paper, and was about to ask when he heard a startled sound.

"Hey, dear brother, who is on the drawing in your hand? Why do you think you have seen it somewhere before?"

"Have you really seen it?"

Wang Yifang took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully, and looked thoughtful, then shook his head: "I still can't remember, dear brother, where did you get the portrait?"

Zhao Wujiang sighed. It was hard to explain. It was impossible to reveal that he knew clairvoyance, right?

"I suspect that this person has a strong connection with the murders of the Ministry of Justice."

"oh?"

Wang Yifang looked solemn and looked at the drawing paper again, feeling familiar.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly, as if remembering something, he said loudly: "Uncle Jiu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out from the bookshelf. It was the old servant of the Wang family who had stopped Zhao Wujiang before.

"Uncle Jiu, you have a good memory. Please check for me if you have seen this person before." Wang Yifang handed over the drawing paper.

The old servant of the Wang family kept looking at the middle-aged man on the drawing paper with his seemingly cloudy eyes, and said with a look of confirmation:

"Dalang, I am sure that I have seen this person before, he should be"
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