Episode 13: I have a knot in the wood, and I know you can't understand 2

Two days later, Wei Tanyi visited Lu Jingyu, the secretary of Taifu Temple, and asked to check the right collection office.

According to the principle, people outside Taifu Temple are not allowed to enter the right collection, because there are all kinds of rare treasures of Daji, which are the property of the emperor, and ordinary people must not touch them. However, Wei Tanyi was an exception. Lu Jingyu was rewarded for his help on Emperor Xuanping's birthday. Although he was unhappy, he was grateful to him and took him to the Right Tibetan Department without hesitation.

After all, he is an antique dealer, and he may not know what he can find. Lu Jingyu naturally has his own ideas.

The warehouse of the right collection has no sunshine all year round, in order to better preserve those older objects, so as soon as the iron door opened, a creepy chill came to the face. Lu Jingyu shrank his neck: "This is it."

"Is it haunted?" Wei Tanyi asked without hesitation.

"Uh... everyone says so, but there is no ghost in the world. It's all nonsense." It's hard for Lu Jingyu to say no.

Wei Tanyi smiled without any doubt and stepped into the cold warehouse.

Book materials are placed on tall shelves, boxes of jewelry codes are placed in the corner, large pieces of porcelain wrapped in silk are gathered aside, and there are countless unknown musical instrument candlestick statues. Wei Tanyi was like a garden, sweeping one by one with a smile, and finally his eyes fell on a wooden box full of cobwebs in the corner.

"Lord Lu."

"What's the matter, Mr. Wei?"

Wei Tanyi raised his hand and pointed: "What is that? Why is it thrown in the corner so desolately?

Lu Jingyu frowned and thought about it, but he still couldn't remember what it was. He had to shake his head apologetically: "The warehouse officer of the right collection department doesn't come often. Why don't you ask someone to check the directory?"

"No, take it out and wash what should be wiped," Wei Tanyi narrowed a pair of beautiful eyes. "Although it is not long ago, it looks like an interesting box."

Although he heard that he was interested in the box and knew that he did not dare to hit the emperor's things, Lu Jingyu called someone to pick up the box. After that, it was difficult for several warehouses to be attractive. Wei Tanyi looked around and did not make any comments.

"Can Mr. Wei find it?" After walking out of the ice cellar-like warehouse, Lu Jingyu sneezed. Suddenly, he saw Wei Tanyi looking at him with a smile and asked in embarrassment.

"That box..." Before he finished speaking, the supervisor of the Right Tibetan Department ran over in a panic and shouted, "No, my lord! It's not good!" He almost tripped and fought with himself.

Lu Jingyu raised his face and said, "What are you shouting for? What's going on? What's so much of a fuss?"

The supervisor hurriedly knelt down and said, "Didn't the lord ask you to send the box to pick it up? The subordinate wiped it with a cloth and dipped it in water to wash it. Who knows, who knows that box..." "What's wrong with that box?" Lu Jingyu was shocked. If the box was broken, he couldn't afford to lose ten heads.

"That box is bleeding!"

"What did you say?"

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"Ninth Prince, please stay!"

The young man in brocade stopped when he heard the sound and looked curiously at the person who stopped him.

The young man was dressed in armor and looked serious: "This is a forbidden place, and idle people are not allowed to approach."

"Miscellaneous people and so on?" The young man in brocade looked funny, "When did I become an idle person?"

"Ninth prince, please don't make it difficult for Mo. You are noble in Xia Ya, but after all, this is my Hazan's barracks. I hope you understand." The young general's face did not change and stopped him on the way forward.

The young man in brocade turned his head and looked at him with interest. Suddenly, he covered his face with a folding fan and laughed and said, "I've seen you."

"The ninth prince should not be close to the last general."

"I dropped your helmet when we fought a month ago, remember?"

The young general suddenly choked, and his hand hanging on his side couldn't help clenching his fist.

On that day, the two armies fought against each other. The young man once fought with a general Xia Ya, who seemed to be mediocre, and was also picked off his helmet by him. I like you very much. Your shooting skills, riding skills, and your figure are also good. Now it seems that you have a good face. The sword pressed against his throat, and the man squinted and said.

The young man in brocade regarded his anger as nothing. Instead, he approached him and smiled like a peach blossom: "It seems that you haven't forgotten what I said. Since it's not convenient for outsiders to get involved here, can you accompany me to go to his place?"

"I'm afraid the ninth prince doesn't just want to take a walk with you." The young general had a calm face.

"Then what do you want to do with me?"

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A wooden box abandoned in the corner bleeds.

Although Lu Jingyu strictly prohibits publicising the matter, the news still spread, the Taifu Temple is still haunted, and the rumors in the city are also various.

"If it continues like this, it will be transmitted to my father's ears sooner or later." Song Jing leaned against the mangan and listened to the storytellers describing the story of the hearsay with a fear that the world would not be chaotic **, and laughed.

Wei Tanyi casually poked the dishes in the bowl and said casually, "Doesn't the emperor know yet?"

The Lord of the East Palace smiled without any doubt. In fact, since the Eleventh Prince was killed, he has never seen Emperor Xuanping again, and he is not tired of seeing each other. It seems that there is some strange tacit understanding in it. Emperor Xuanping also has a tacit attitude that he has not been to Zunwei Palace to ask for peace.

"The emperor even knows that I have recently raised pets. Taifu Temple is in the imperial city, and it can't hide it from him."

"Oh?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows curiously, "My father's dark guards have been sent to you?"

Xiao Er came to add wine attentively, and Wei Tanyi stopped. When he was far away, he said, "Isn't this it?"

Shortly after the restoration of Daji, there was a witchcraft murder in the palace. Emperor Xuanping almost died. Since then, he has ordered the strict prohibition of witchcraft. Anyone who finds relevant objects and books will be sentenced to prison with severe punishment. The witchcraft that flourished in the previous generation was extinguished in just a few years. Except for the gods and Buddha statues, there are no spells in the people' homes, and Xinjing Tianwang no longer has an institution in charge of witchcraft. It is no secret for Emperor Xuanping to cultivate a dark guard to protect himself and monitor others.

"I'm afraid you will be much more lonely."

Song Jing and he met two years ago. By chance, they found that they could see those ghosts wandering around without borrowing ecstasy fragrance. Maybe they felt sorry for each other. After staying in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River for a few days, they talked happily at night and regarded each other as confidants. And Wei Tanyi's nature is different from ordinary people. He thought he would not deliberately avoid it. Song Jing guessed that he had some contact with those grievances.

"What the emperor is worried about is that I know too much, right?" Wei Tanyi paused and still put down the jade chopsticks. The light taste he wants is mostly difficult to swallow among ordinary people. What's more, the prince who enjoys glory can't really take care of his taste.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who enjoyed his glory, smiled helplessly when he saw him put on his chopsticks: "Can you really pass by just drinking tea?"

"I eat something that Your Highness doesn't eat," Wei Tanyi replied very implicitly and turned the topic away. "This box is by no means simple. I hope the emperor will know it as soon as possible."

"Do you want it?"

"I just want to have a good look. The wood box bleeding itself is enough to arouse people's interest. Isn't it good to have a beautiful story?"

During the conversation, a bird bumped into the Jufu Building and fell on their table with its wings, stirring up the wine and vegetables. Song Jing frowned, and the splashed residue hit the folding fan, leaving a stain.

Wei Tanyi rolled up his sleeves and gently grabbed the bird. He put his mouth near his little head and whispered something, and then threw her out of the window.

"Your Highness, something happened in the store. Wei said goodbye first."