Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

"what happened?"

Wei Chenfeng's senses were so keen that he immediately noticed something strange about her.

Du Manzhi thought for a moment and shook his head: "I just wanted to say something, but I accidentally forgot it... It's probably not something important."

She paused.

"Please pay attention to your own safety. I heard that the poison entered through the wound. Don't fight with others recently, and don't touch sharp objects."

Facing Wei Chen Feng's slightly arched eyebrows, she was stunned for a moment, and secretly cursed the male vixen in her mind to make amends for herself:

"I'm too lazy to use my spiritual energy to save you if something happens."

The curvature of Wei Chenfeng's lips remained unchanged: "Yeah."

"Ok?"

"Promise you, pay attention to safety and never let yourself get hurt." He explained good-naturedly.

Du Manzhi: "...Oh."

She felt uncomfortable being looked at by this man, so she stood up and said, "I'm going to Cheng'en Duke's Mansion."

"Hold on."

Wei Chenfeng pulled out a piece of black energy and circled it several times above the pot of tea she was making. He hung his hand on it to test the temperature.

Du Manzhi subconsciously reached out and touched the teapot that was still hot just now. Good guy, force it to cool down!

Let you think about how to use that thing. Is this how you develop functions?

Wei Chenfeng ignored her complaints and focused on skimming off the tea leaves and putting the tea into the water bag.

Then she wrapped the food brought by Yun Xiao in a handkerchief, put it into a small bag that looked particularly familiar to her, and finally stuffed it into the inside of her cloak and tied it.

After doing this, he stood up.

"Let's go."

"...No, are you bringing these food and drinks for a picnic?"

"I'm afraid of being hungry."

Wei Chenfeng answered calmly and choked back any words she planned to ridicule.

"Well...as long as you are happy."

Wei Chenfeng smiled and said nothing.

He was not blind, so she just ate some cloud cake and stuffed it between her teeth. If you get hungry when you get there, is it possible to go to the kitchen temporarily?

But no, he thinks the old man’s ingredients are unclean.

……

Cheng'en Palace.

Accompanied by the sound of the clock, two figures climbed over the courtyard wall.

A faint rotten smell overshadowed the floral scent.

Du Manzhi almost stepped on a flowerpot used in the last chrysanthemum viewing party. The flowers were dead and the garden was desolate.

Obviously, the servants of the Zhao family have not taken good care of these flowers and plants recently.

Don't underestimate these flowers and trees. The dilapidation of wealthy families is often reflected in the most trivial details.

Wei Chenfeng just searched this place.

He wanted to find the letters home from Erlang of the Zhao family, or whether Cheng En Gong had left any written evidence of the dirty things he had done for the emperor.

Unfortunately, no useful clues were found this time.

"That's because you didn't take me with you before."

Du Manzhi said, striding towards a tree.

The peach tree stood crookedly, with sparse branches and leaves swaying in the cold wind.

The soil under the tree had been dug, leaving slight traces.

Wei Chenfeng watched his men dig it with his own eyes. Of course, it was impossible to dig every inch of the land. He just randomly selected a location to dig it out.

I found that there was no obvious change in the soil quality, so I filled it back in.

He didn't realize the problem at first.

Until Du Manzhi dug a few shovels diagonally from another angle, a dull banging sound came from the soil.

There is something!

Wei Chenfeng took the initiative to take the shovel.

"I'll come, you stay back."

After digging up the loess, a section of arc-shaped pile of stones was exposed near the roots of the tree, like the part of a well exposed on the surface, which is usually used to prevent someone from falling.

The peach tree is planted right above the well!

Normally you can't tell because the well has been completely filled in, part of the stone beside the well has been smashed, and the rest has been hastily buried, so no problem can be seen.

The biggest doubt is still this peach tree.

Du Manzhi saw that he wanted to ask, so he simply said it himself.

"I can see the trajectory of the airflow, and this area is blocked."

"Also, I think the growth of this peach tree is wrong. It is probably transplanted and there is something wrong with the roots. The peach tree has the effect of warding off evil spirits. Some people want to use it to suppress things underground."

It stands to reason that planting peach trees to ward off evil means that there should be big problems underneath.

The strange thing is that Du Manzhi didn't find any resentment here.

But if there is nothing underneath, and the Zhao family is filling in wells and planting trees, isn't it just a useless effort?

She walked around the peach tree.

Wei Chenfeng guessed: "Maybe the Zhao family didn't ask anyone to take a look at it. They thought they could suppress the evil spirits by doing this, but they didn't know it was wishful thinking."

"Dig up the tree and take a look. There's no ghost underneath, but I'm sure there is something in their minds." Du Manzhi said with a sneer.

Wei Chenfeng called a dozen people overnight to dig around the peach tree.

The old rule is to set up barriers and blinders first to block the courtyard so that no one will notice the movement.

Everyone worked together to move the tree away and continued digging. As expected, they dug out a complete well wall. They also went to get tools to cut the stone, which wasted some time.

They were busy until noon, when a crouched female skeleton was discovered at the bottom of the pit.

"Pull up." Wei Chenfeng ordered.

"Wait!" Du Manzhi's sharp eyes noticed a dark leather bag under the skeleton, "Can you give me the bag first?"

One of the smart people saw Wei Chenfeng nodding and used a cane to get the things up.

This is a cowhide satchel.

The cut is standard and the workmanship is meticulous. It has been buried in the soil for so long without affecting the quality. It looks like the handiwork of an old craftsman.

The point is, this is a modern classic.

Du Manzhi stared at it in trance.

Wei Chenfeng whispered: "Is it from your side?"

"picture."

Du Manzhi wrapped her palms with spiritual power and put it in to look through it. This could avoid damaging the bag and prevent herself from being infected with bacteria.

In the satchel was a set of rusty knives, made to scalpel specifications.

By now, she had a clear guess about the identity of the deceased.

The pamphlet subsequently pulled out from the waterproof compartment of the satchel was irrefutable evidence of the identity of the deceased.

Because the booklet is full of simplified Chinese characters written with fine charcoal pen.

The symptoms are also very familiar. They are what my mother-in-law told me, which is breast cancer.

Only one word was recorded in the patient's name: star.

Don’t forget, in the Wei family genealogy, Duke Dingguo’s wife is recorded as: Zhan Xingyao.

This is the medical record created by the time traveler doctor for the late emperor!

"Why is her body here..."

Du Manzhi was puzzled when he faced the corpse of this senior time traveler.

She didn't know whether it was because of her identity as a time traveler or because the time of death was too long, but she couldn't capture the doctor's soul and ask about it.

After briefly discussing the known situation with Wei Chenfeng, Wei Chenfeng thought for a moment and said:

"She is a fellow villager of yours. If she can contribute to other fellow villagers, her soul in heaven will also feel happy."

"What do you mean?"

Wei Chenfeng spoke frankly about his plan: "Make this corpse public to the public and let Duke Cheng'en give an explanation."

Du Manzhi quickly understood his intention.

She continued: "Mr. Cheng'en cannot speak. The eldest son cannot leave his post without permission when he is outside. Something happened at home. It would be outrageous for Zhao Erlang to continue to wander around."

Wei Chenfeng nodded: "Yes, if we can't find his whereabouts, then we will force him to come out on his own."

Du Manzhi first considered the consequences of failure and gave him a vaccination:

"It takes time for news to come and go. If Zhao Erlang asks the emperor for permission to go home and is not approved, he may not show up."

Wei Chenfeng's eyes were always calm: "Whether he comes or not, the letter will definitely come."

As long as the Xichang spies intercept their letters, they can find out where Zhao Erlang was.

Yunyou is just a cover to deceive the world. If you catch Zhao Erlang, you will probably be able to find the place where they hide the time-travelers.

Du Manzhi saw that he had a plan and said no more.

He just told him before leaving that the skeleton must be properly buried afterwards.

"Of course."

……

The days that followed were peaceful.

The emperor seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness he felt when he met her last time.

Maybe he re-evaluated the cost of irritating her and started to avoid her.

Classes at Xinghuayuan continue.

The main subjects currently taught are literature, arithmetic and physical education.

The participants were the third prince, the fourth prince, the fifth prince and the third prince's daughter Zhan Yunjia.

The literature class was taught by Mrs. Yan, and Du Manzhi was in charge of arithmetic and physical education.

The three princes themselves have classes to attend in the study room, so Xiao Yunjia can stay in Xinghua Garden around the clock.

Du Manzhi simply took her with him. Wherever she went, Yunjia would go and teach her anytime and anywhere.

She often took Yunjia out of the palace, to put it more seriously, to understand people's livelihood, but in fact it was just for fun.

Yunjia spent her childhood suffering from hunger and cold. Before meeting Qing Zhusheng, she didn't even have a decent toy of her own.

Du Manzhi intended to give her a happy childhood.

But definitely not like her unreliable uncle.

Putting overly expensive things in front of a child can easily damage her view of money.

Du Manzhi prepares a money bag every time he goes out, allowing Yunjia to choose the goods and count out the copper coins or silver to pay for it.

Zhan Yunjia regarded this as an interesting arithmetic game.

She told Du Manzhi in surprise:

"Teacher! I found that the price of the same thing is different on Chunfeng Street and Yinfeng Street. The one on Chunfeng Street is not as exquisite in workmanship, but the price is five yuan more!"

Du Manzhi asked encouragingly: "Then do you know why?"

Zhan Yunjia answered confidently: "Because the rent of shops on Chunfeng Street is high, things are sold more expensive!"

“Why are rents higher here than elsewhere?”

Zhan Yunjia thought for a while, pointed in the direction of the palace gate and said, "Because it's close to there."

Chunfeng Street was home to many court officials and the transportation was convenient, so you could sleep a little longer before going to court.

Being able to buy a house here reflects the social status and economic strength of the owner.

Du Manzhi felt very pleased that Yunjia responded so quickly.

Unexpectedly, she then whispered: "My uncle said that these officials are very shameless. When they go to the flower house to drink, they are all rich. When they go to the Yamen to borrow money, they all cry out."

Zhan Yunjia raised her head, her beautiful blue pupils were covered by contact lenses, and others could only see her black and white grape eyes.

The little girl's eyes flickered: "Teacher, is the Flower House a place that sells flowers?"

Du Manzhi: "..."

green! bamboo! born!

Can you teach me something better?

There was a loud sneeze in the nearby study.

A head popped out: "Hey! Miss Du, Jiajia! Why are you out?"

The lame Mandarin, the light green clothes, and the naughty fan, are they just Qingzhusheng?

Du Manzhi went in and grabbed his collar: "You still have the nerve to say, what did you say to Yun Jia? Hualou, huh?"

Qingzhusheng was flustered: "Uh, this... you listen to my explanation!"

Zhan Yunjia chuckled: "Uncle, you are trying to quibble!"

When the words came out, the two adults looked at her at the same time, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

But it's too late.

Both sides are full of human beings, and it's hard to tell. She clearly knows the consequences of mentioning Hualou, and she might have seen the green bamboo grow!

This is just to find an excuse to lure Du Manzhi in to settle the score.

"Teacher, I was wrong." The little girl's apology came quickly and sincerely.

"What's wrong?"

Zhan Yunjia whispered: "I am a child and I shouldn't worry about my teacher's marriage."

Du Manzhi raised his eyebrows: "No matter where you are, we are talking about Hualou."

Zhan Yunjia blinked guiltily.

"I heard from people on the street that Hualou is a place where men go to meet beautiful sisters to drink wine, but don't worry, teacher, my uncle never goes to that kind of place."

"Others can't understand what he says, and he doesn't like talking to pretty girls. Although he's not as good-looking as Uncle Chang, he's not bad either."

"By the way, my uncle is rich, and he is very willing to spend money on his own people. Although he doesn't change his clothes often, he actually makes many clothes of the same style, and they are not slovenly at all."

Qingzhusheng's forehead twitched: "Jiajia..."

Du Manzhi gradually understood her intention. He felt funny and helpless, and poked her bright little forehead:

"You want to be a matchmaker for your uncle?"

Zhan Yunjia seems to have selectively forgotten that there is no uncle. This is obviously her mother's first love and has no blood relationship with her.

The owner of the study watched the farce and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, you scholar, you have such a lovely niece at home, don't let me worry about you not being able to get a wife!"

Qingzhusheng was embarrassed: "I'm not..."

The owner of the study held the manuscript he handed over.

"Alas, this story... is still not novel and interesting enough, but for the sake of your niece, I will accept it. I wish you a beautiful girl as soon as possible!"

He patted Qing Zhusheng on the shoulder vigorously, and the title changed from "you scholar" to "little brother".

"You should think about it again and ask other people what they usually like to read. Let me give you a list of best-sellers. You can buy them and read them. Learn how they write and write another one for me. .”

Qing Zhusheng was fooled into buying a set of story books.

Du Manzhi was watching the show nearby.

Zhan Yunjia, a brat, saw that he had been tricked by his boss, so he blinked and did not stop him.

There is no other way. Apart from fighting, my uncle only has one hobby: writing books. He must be encouraged! Otherwise, he would have to leave Kyoto again and play gymnastics everywhere.

Zhan Yunjia thought regretfully that his uncle was actually quite good, but in the eyes of the teacher, he might not be reliable enough.

Alas, it would be great if the teacher could be her aunt. The two most important people could live in Kyoto for a long time and accompany her to grow up.

Du Manzhi guessed her selfishness and did not reveal it.

This kid is very smart.

It's just that she has never received the love of her parents, so she and Qingzhusheng are regarded as imaginary parents.

She looked at Qing Zhusheng's dazed and slightly excited look, and thought to herself, it's a good thing he doesn't need to inherit the throne, otherwise everyone in the country would have to have a copy of the storybook written by him.

Suddenly, Qing Zhusheng stared at a passerby, his eyes bright, and he shouted excitedly like an old friend meeting again:

"Hey! Gu Master, long time no see. Is your Tianshi Mansion still recruiting people?"

Du Manzhi's heart skipped a beat.

Tianshi Mansion? !