Chapter 136: History Book Recorded One Year Earlier
King Beixiang first took control of Anqing, destroyed the Yan family, and also took the initiative in carving up the world. After negotiations between the two parties, the Huailing Mountains were used as the boundary to divide the east and west of Dajing.
Return to Bei Mo in the west, and return to Beixiang in the east.
The tribes in the Northern Desert moved towards unification, and the country was named Xiao, with the capital Xi Ming. Beixiang continued the old style, with Xiang as the country's name, and the capital was Shangjing.
That deep palace has now also changed its owner.
When Zhao Zhen, King of Beixiang, entered the Huayang Palace, he set up an altar of heaven and earth to worship heaven for good luck, pray for blessings, and confirm his position as emperor.
After so many years of stalemate, although Beimang has risen, fortunately, it has turned around and entered the big scene.
Zhao Zhen, who is over fifty years old, can't help but feel a little melancholy. He never thought that one day he would be able to come here, and even become an injection here.
I recall that when I met Yan Xun, they were still in their prime. Over thirty years later, they each became masters. It was a pity that when we met again, we were already life and death enemies.
"Yan Xun, Yan Xun, after all, I am the superior one."
Zhao Zhen stood on the pavilion, looking at the capital city. He smiled and then walked into the main hall behind him.
When Daxiang officials were sorting out the old things left by Jing Dynasty, they found a large number of books in the library. It was probably because Emperor Jing could not take them with him when he fled south, so he left them here.
Most of them were miscellaneous books, containing many things. On the third floor of the library, the historian found historical books that recorded the changes in the Jing Dynasty, dealt with them one by one, revised them, and stored them in the library.
But when he saw the last book, the historian couldn't help but feel doubtful.
"Who wrote this?"
The historian was horrified. When he looked at it again, he found that the contents on the bamboo slips did not seem to be new, but seemed to have been stored for a long time.
Since King Xiang took over Dajing, the Library Pavilion has been sealed. No one has come in here from beginning to end. So who will add these last ones?
"No, the times are not equal!"
The historian was shocked, and then handed the history book to the king.
Zhao Zhen was a little puzzled after reading the history book, so she asked: "Is there anything wrong with this history book?"
He didn't see any problem.
The historian trembled and said: "Back to the king, the traces on this are not as recent as the ones written on it. According to my observation, I am afraid that these extra places were compiled earlier than the time mentioned above. Your Majesty.
With a slight estimate, maybe..."
"It may be a year earlier than Wang Shanghuo's attack on Anqing."
After hearing this, Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, then picked up the history book and read it again.
The following descriptions are indeed shallower than the previous ones.
Zhao Zhen was thinking in her mind, suddenly frowned, and whispered softly: "How is this possible..."
If you put it this way, before he took over Dajing, someone had already anticipated everything that would follow. Emperor Jing fled south, attacked Anqing by fire, and destroyed the country in Dajing. Every incident was clearly recorded in years and months.
with date.
This is really unbelievable.
He raised his head and glanced at the historian, without saying anything, and then asked him to leave.
After the historian retired, Zhao Zhen picked up the history book again and read it.
He reached out and wiped the contents of the history book, still a little reluctant to believe it.
"Here comes someone."
Zhao Zhen said something, and then called for people to arrest the historians of Dajing for interrogation.
As a result, no one knew who added the content behind it.
After getting the confirmation, Zhao Zhen became more and more curious.
Then he called Si Tianjian and Jianzheng from Dajing.
The old Xuantian was kneeling in the hall, his body trembling and he did not dare to raise his head.
"I heard that you are proficient in numerology, can measure celestial phenomena, and see people's fates. Now I have a page of letter here. You can calculate for me who wrote the content on this letter."
Xuantian was startled after hearing this. His voice was hoarse and he said: "Your Majesty, I am a poor Taoist. I am a poor Taoist who is not good at this skill. Your Majesty..."
He did learn some visualization skills from the Sword Immortal, but if he could tell who wrote a book, he didn't know anything about it.
"You can't?"
After hearing this, Zhao Zhen said: "I have heard that you claim to be a hermit Taoist immortal, and that the elixir in your belly can help people live forever? You are so full of words, but now you can't do this little thing?"
Xuan Tian was startled, and he knelt on the ground, already scared out of his wits.
Zhao Zhen snorted coldly and said: "What kind of Taoist immortal? It turned out to be Yao Dao'er. You relied on the poison pill technique to trick Emperor Jing into unconsciousness. How can there be a technique of immortality in this world!"
"Drag him down, hang him in Dongshi, and expose his corpse for three days."
"I would like to see who else dares to use the word immortality to deceive the world!"
Zhao Zhen raised her hand and waved, and immediately saw the guards in the palace stepping forward.
Xuantian panicked for a moment. When he saw the guard coming forward, he wanted to run away, but his legs were trembling and he couldn't stand up.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there really is a way to live forever in this world. What Pindao said is true, Your Majesty!!"
"Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty..."
Xuantian was dragged out of the hall step by step.
Xuantian had no room for resistance at all, just when he was about to be dragged out of the hall.
He thought of something and suddenly said: "Pindao has seen the Immortal Immortal!"
A shout came from the door of the hall.
Zhao Zhen, who was sitting in the hall, looked up after hearing this. After thinking for a moment, she raised her hand to signal.
The guard let go of his hand, and Xuan Tian broke away.
He quickly ran back to the palace and knelt down. He dragged his legs forward and knelt down two steps, and said: "Your Majesty, my poor master once had a good relationship with a gentleman. For more than a decade, that gentleman's appearance has not changed.
, with an ageless appearance, he is a truly immortal person. Later, after Pindao entered Sitian Prison, he once saw that gentleman, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Pindao's eyes."
"If this poor Taoist tells a lie, let the king handle it!!"
The palace became quiet.
Zhao Zhen looked at the nondescript Taoist priest in front of him. If it were before, he would definitely not believe it. But when he saw this history book, he vaguely felt that the Immortal Immortal might be true.
Xuantian's heart was already in his throat. He knelt in the palace, waiting for King Xiang to speak, which would also decide whether he would live or die.
Zhao Zhen was silent for a long time, hesitated for a moment on the dragon chair, and asked: "What is the name of the gentleman you are talking about?"
When Xuan Tian saw Zhao Zhen asking, he immediately seized the opportunity and said anxiously: "His surname is Chen, his surname is Chen!"
"Where are the words?" Zhao Zhen asked.
Xuantian opened his mouth and said: "I am a poor man, I am a poor man..."
"Your Majesty, I don't know what the name of that gentleman is. I have always called that gentleman Mr. Chen. Perhaps only my master knows the full name, but my master passed away at a young age.
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"Yes, yes, that gentleman always wears a green shirt. Every time he comes to see the poor master, he will drink a gourd of wine!"
"The poor Taoist has never said anything false. Your Majesty has given you a clear lesson."