Shadow Guard Capture Manual

"Huainanzi" is a book involving historical records and war records. Most of the records are small-scale battles, the transfer of officials in the region, and policy changes. Six arts, this can be said to be quite a partial thing.Of course, this cannot deny the knowledge contained in this book. Even He Zhizhou has read this book.

But... the book is indeed a good book, but no matter how good a book is, it cannot be denied that there are several of them!Not to mention three days, even if it was three times more, it would not be enough to copy.

He Zhizhou was dumbfounded, but as soon as he stood up, he plopped and knelt down again, reminding Zhao Ruhui dryly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, but the entire book of "Huai Bu Zi" has more than [-] words..."

"Of course Gu knows."

Zhao Ruhui didn't like him at all, and there seemed to be some impatience and displeasure in his always cold voice, "So what about 60 yuan, I've always been afraid of dangers before I tried it, does Shadowmen still have this trend?"

When it comes to the entire Shadow Gate, even He Zhizhou naturally dare not refute, no matter how bitter his heart is, he can only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and dryly accept the order to thank him.

Zhao Ruhui gave a "hmm" and was finally barely satisfied, so he replied lightly, "Let's hand over the follow-up of this matter to Anbu."

He Zhizhou couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of those large volumes of books, and naturally he wouldn't have any objections now, while An Yi went to Yingge to lead the people in person under Zhao Ruhui's signal.

Zhao Ruhui was the only one left in the huge imperial study room again, and he didn't let the palace servants who had been waiting quietly come in to serve him. He lowered his eyes to study the ink, and picked up the ink pen again to sort out the whole process from beginning to end. .

The Minister of Rites doted on his grandson, but he also knew that his mud would not be able to support the wall, and he had never expected him to have much promise. At that time, Zhou He was just one of the dudes in Beijing, and he was not very eye-catching.However, there are hidden guards all over the emperor's feet. Although the Minister of Rites is old, he is not so foolish as to blindly indulge his grandson and leave stains on his official career. Therefore, although Zhou He is usually a dude, It's also at the same level, but until recently...he acted more and more recklessly, forcing the women of the people, and even indirectly getting people's lives, and only then did he usher in this murderous disaster.

However, what was the reason why Zhou He suddenly ignored it, and suddenly became more ridiculous; and how could a butcher just happen to meet Zhou He and run out alone?

The vermilion pen, which had been moving like water, finally paused slightly.

If everything is really just in the book, then three-point coincidence and seven-point destiny are enough to be regarded as reasonable explanations in the world with golden fingers, but now it is not in the book, but all of this now is It is a real world.

The vermilion imprint on the paper seemed to melt and blur under his eyes. The deep and bright red mixed into a deeper and darker expression. Zhao Ruhui narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the writing on this page, but murmured in a low voice, "So the world There has never been a real accident, and there are thousands of causes in the world that eventually lead to 'inevitability'."

He, Zhao Ruhui, was originally a conceited person. He never expected that the defeat in his previous life would be so ambiguous, and the shadows entangled him, and he almost became entangled with demons. Now that the hidden dragon is coming again, and the light and darkness are reversed, there is plenty of time for this situation to be resolved slowly!

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When An Yi rushed back from the Shadow Pavilion, Zhao Ruhui had already restrained all his expressions, and he was leisurely and leisurely, unable to see the slightest gloomyness just now, and was lying on the small couch to rest at the moment.

The beautiful ladies in the palace beat his back and legs for him, and the ladies carefully handed over the delicate snacks, and Zhao Ruhui ate them one by one.

The dim sum delivered by the imperial dining room in the palace, which one is not first-class in taste and exquisite in shape?Whether it's sweet or sour, soft or crispy, whatever flavor the master likes, he can give it to him. This kind of demeanor of supporting one person from all over the world is not something that future generations can buy with money.

As soon as he looked at the juicy and crystal-clear horseshoe cake in front of him, he drooled. He couldn't hold back and stretched out his thief's hand to pinch one secretly, and when he put it in his mouth, he immediately showed a satisfied expression. Seeing that Zhao Ruhui just closed his eyes and enjoyed it, I couldn't help but make a jujube yam cake just like it was just now.

The maids who can serve in the royal study are all old people, and they are absolutely loyal. Although they sometimes retreat to avoid suspicion, they are old people in the palace after all. It is impossible not to know the existence of the dark guards. This clown couldn't help but bend his eyebrows.

Just when An Yi stretched out his claws to grab the third snack, Zhao Ruhui finally opened his eyes with a half-smile.

"You are getting more and more courageous, and you have stolen food in front of Gu. Why, He Zhizhou hasn't taught you a lesson just now, so you want to try copying a few books?"

Just now He Zhizhou's face of calmly handing over the prisoner, but in fact he had been absent-minded for a long time came back to his eyes again, and he almost spit out the food he just ate with a dark "poof", and immediately confessed, "Don't, don't, my word My son is no better than He Zhizhou, who has stained your eyes for nothing, no way!"

Zhao Ruhui shook his head, "Look at how promising you are, let the imperial dining room do what you want to eat, the lonely leader of the dark guards, you won't be able to order the imperial dining room."

An Yi suddenly smiled and thanked him, but he didn't forget the business, "Now that he is in the dark guard's dungeon, what do you think should be done next?"

"You can deal with it as you want. You just pass the news to the Ministry of Criminal Justice and let them disclose the results of this case to the outside world."

An Yi responded, paused, but then said with some hesitation, "Does the butcher need to be interrogated?"

Zhao Ruhui paused slightly, and sat up a little more, his expression didn't change much, he just asked, "Why are you asking that suddenly, what did you find?"

He rubbed his nose secretly, "It's not me, it's He Zhizhou. He suddenly mentioned something during the handover just now, but he didn't say anything specifically. But I thought he wouldn't be making groundless rumors, at least because he thought there was something weird about it. So I'm here to ask you."

Zhao Ruhui nodded to show that he knew, but he had a lot of thoughts, but he didn't show too much, he just said, "In this case, you can go to the interrogation again to see if there is any hidden secret. If the murderer is confirmed to be correct, inform Zhou Shang Ren."

Zhou Shangren is the Minister of Rites who is over sixty years old.An Yi responded, and went down to give orders.

Their masters and servants have their own arrangements, but He Zhizhou seems to have drunk Coptis chinensis water, and has no place to cry when suffering.

If the emperor asked to copy the books, then the only thing to do was to copy. If the emperor said to check in three days, then not only should the books be copied, but the writing should also be written neatly and beautifully.

But what is the concept of 60?Even with more common fountain pens and fountain pens in modern times, a person can only copy less than [-] words per hour in a state of rapid copying!And once he changed to a cumbersome writing brush, no matter how hard He Zhizhou worked, he could only copy [-] characters in an hour-this is because he had the foresight to copy each word into small script, otherwise he would pay attention to the strokes and strokes, which would be a shame. I don't know when I wrote it.

Four thousand words per hour is indeed a lot, but twelve hours a day, the time limit is three days, even if He Zhizhou does not sleep and rest, and there is no time to eat, the total is only 14.So, don't just give him three days, even if you give him ten days, he won't be able to finish copying these things.

But even so, so what?The emperor said that the most taboo thing is "if you don't try, you will be afraid of danger". Doesn't this mean that you can copy as much as you can?

In any case, the numbers after these three days should not be too ugly.

But at the end, He Zhizhou was really forced to go nowhere, so he simply threw away the pen, spread out two pieces of paper, and went into battle with both hands.

But this time, there was no neat and tidy rules that had been deliberately maintained. The writing was written vigorously, and the clouds flowed like flowing water. Although I dared not write in cursive for the emperor, the handwriting was almost the same.

Fortunately, He Zhizhou's handwriting is really good. Once he no longer deliberately conceals it, the chic and unrestrained style revealed in it is refreshing.

For three whole days, except for hastily using the food delivered every day, He Zhizhou didn't even take a step out of the door. He really forgot to sleep and eat, and didn't know the sun and the moon. Flushed, bloodshot eyes, copying the book gives a feeling of madness...

Three days later, the door was knocked again.

He Zhizhou, who was splashing ink, seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, and sat down on the chair, his hands under the sleeves still twitching unconsciously.

"Chief He? He Zhizhou? Your Majesty called you into the palace for inspection." An Yi's gloating voice continued outside the door.

He Zhizhou rubbed his face with his hands in despair, not wanting to hear the bad news at all.

The author has something to say: He Zhizhou [Desperate jpg.]

Although His Majesty did deliberately mess with He Zhizhou, it wasn't just random chaos!He is a very thoughtful person 233 quietly buried little secrets.

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