Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

The door was not fastened, and when the two approached, it opened with a "squeak" sound. There seemed to be countless prying eyes hidden in that dark crack, which made Jiang Bin's hair stand on end.But Wu Jie didn't stop because of this, walked to the door, pushed lightly, and the door opened quietly.

The room was half dark again, and when I got to the front, I saw a cloud of purple-black fog floating around ready to move, and subconsciously held my breath in surprise.Jiang Bin held his breath and looked in. The noon sun was completely covered by the lush branches and leaves of an old locust tree. The clusters of milky white flowers surrounded a few rays of light, like a group of moths under a lamp.The vegetable field under the shelf on the right hand side has long been deserted, covered with weeds, and some unknown purple flowers bloomed.Small flowers spread all the way to a flagstone path leading to the patio.Everything seems to be a scene that has been uninhabited for a long time, but there is a chilling coldness, and there is no other movement here. Isolated outside the door that is one step away, it is like Yin and Yang.

The door to the main room in front was open, and there was only a kang table, a few round stools, and an old cabinet inside. The east wing room was usually lived by Jiang Ziqing, and the door was also open.Only the west wing room where Jiang Bin lived was closed.

Wu Jie looked down at Jiang Bin's hand holding his belt, and then walked towards the west wing.Jiang Bin clearly only had mortal eyes, but he clearly saw that the outside of the all-too-familiar wing room was gradually showing a mass of purple and black.The mist is like countless entangled giant pythons, swimming slowly, I don't know what kind of foul smell it is.

Seeing Jiang Bin like this, Wu Jie lowered his voice and said, "It's okay, I cast a spell on you just now, let's open my eyes for now, this miasma won't harm you."

Jiang Bin looked at it suspiciously for a while, and then took a tentative breath. Apart from the chill, there was nothing unusual.

Jiang Bin breathed a sigh of relief, holding the increasingly warm drops of water in his mouth, and looked at the dilapidated wooden door vigilantly.The window paper was pasted two years ago, some insects have bitten holes, and the purple-black mist crawled in and out of these holes like long insects. I don't know if it was caused by the house There is something unspeakable in it.

However, Wu Jie next to him did not move. Jiang Bin looked at him suspiciously, but saw that he was also looking at him with a worried expression on his face.

It was only then that Jiang Bin understood what he meant. How could he avoid it now that his mind was at this point?At this time, he didn't care about the miasma anymore, he took Wu Jie's belt and stepped forward, pushing the door open.It was obvious that he had used all his strength, but the door still creaked and opened slowly.The surrounding miasma seemed to be dispersed by a fan, and what caught the eye was a slightly slanted bookshelf displaying old books, while a corner of plain clothes was exposed on the wooden bed next to it.

Startled, Jiang Bin raised his foot and wanted to go in, but Wu Jie grabbed him.Without waiting for Jiang Bin's reaction, Wu Jie crossed the threshold and walked ahead, and Jiang Bin had no choice but to follow.

As soon as he stood still, when he raised his eyes, he saw the inhuman thing on the bed, and his scalp went numb for a while.

It's still the same face, still the same old clothes, but now Jiang Ziqing, who is wearing a plain Taoist robe, seems to be run over by a horse and a horse, and becomes a thin sheet, lying limply on the bed, as if she was molted by a ghost. Under the human skin.

Jiang Bin felt a rush of urgency, and his eyes went dark. Fortunately, Wu Jie, who had been observing his expression, slapped his Tanzhong acupoint with his palm, and then he recovered, took half a step back, and gasped for breath while holding his belt tightly. .

The extremely weird human skin in front of him, in his distorted vision, seemed to raise his head slightly, and grinned at him.

"It's just a skin." Wu Jie stretched out his hand to block Jiang Bin, "He left a long time ago."

Jiang Bin settled down and nodded to indicate that he knew, but he felt piecemeal in his heart, as if the chains around his neck were gradually tightened by a close relative, strangling him out of breath, but he couldn't ask. Just a few words.

Seeing that Jiang Bin regained his senses, Wu Jie let go of his hand, looked at the human skin for a moment and said: "This is a fairy family's property, but if you can't show your real body to others after all the calamities, you must take this mask and wear it on your face. Only then can you transform your appearance, and this skin is something that an ordinary soul can bear. Your uncle is probably in the immortal class, but if he comes to the mortal world to experience calamities, he will not be able to get rid of this skin unless he returns to heaven. ..."

Jiang Bin could only hear Wu Jie's words in a cloud. These were originally the stories of ghosts and gods, but now they have become the source of mysteries around him. He couldn't help but spread Wu Jie's hand and wrote in his palm: " If my uncle is a fairy, why would he raise me as an adult, and why would he participate in court affairs?

After pondering for a moment, Wu Jie said: "For all kinds of reasons, there is always the word cause and effect. Whether it's repaying the love or collecting the debt, you have to ask him himself. Now this means, it seems to want you to know that there is no Jiang Ziqing in the world. This person, I just don’t know whether you should look for him or not.”

Jiang Bin went to look at the oozing skin on the bed again, feeling his heart being rubbed repeatedly.

Inexhaustible clues flashed through my mind.If Jiang Ziqing was really the same as Yang Tinghe, then being reused by Emperor Zhengde and being involved in rebellion should all be planned.Such a deliberate and painstaking effort here, keeping a low profile for more than ten years, just for the high position and weight above those ten thousand people?But how can the immortal family care about worldly fame and fortune?If, as Wu Jie said, it was karmic retribution, then the one who suffered the most in this struggle for power, apart from Zhu Chenhao and Wu Jie, was Emperor Zhengde.But if they really wanted his life, why bother?

"Doctor Wu thinks, what should I do?" Jiang Bin gestured in Wu Jie's palm, really lost his mind.

If you want to find "Jiang Ziqing", is it looking for a needle in a haystack?Who knows how many faces he has?

"I have an idea." Wu Jie looked at the leather bag and said.

Jiang Bin was waiting outside holding several Jiang Ziqing's scrolls. The small seal script on them was horizontal and vertical, round and round, and every word and sentence was written by him.At that time, I was still young, and I was envious when I heard who won the Juren and who got the salary. I just wanted to stand out and be proud, so as to live up to Jiang Ziqing's hard work in these years.But maybe, he taught him these principles of ethics, culture and martial arts hand in hand, all for the purpose of pushing him onto the chessboard at the bottom of the country.

How can you cherish a chess piece when you turn your hand to cloud and cover your hand to rain?

There is no need to teach him how to deal with enmity, it is always the dice of fate.

Thinking in this way, he smiled wryly, but after hearing a squeak, "Jiang Ziqing" came out.

Jiang Bin stared blankly at him smoothing out the wrinkles on the Taoist robe. When he was still, his appearance was exactly the same as in his memory, but when he was moving, he looked like another twin brother because of his completely different demeanor and charm.Jiang Bin, who has lived and slept with Jiang Ziqing for many years, can naturally tell the difference at a glance, but it is irrelevant.

Wearing "human skin", Wu Jie knew what Jiang Bin was thinking by looking at Jiang Bin's expression, and said with a smile: "I can't learn it in a while, so I will talk less and you will help me. Even if it is only This skin is also enough to lure those who have ulterior motives to take the bait."

Jiang Bin nodded, then stared at Wu Jie for a while: "Is it really all right?"

"The skin of my time of calamity disappeared when I danced the wheel of heaven and earth. It is not a big problem to enter this skin with my real body." Wu Jie took two steps casually, his steps were very brisk, and he looked up again. Sun, "Then, as you said, first go to the vicinity to find out. If he comes back in this skin, he will be seen by others."

Jiang Bin nodded, and took a deep look at the only home. Wu Jie tapped his forehead lightly, and the purple-black miasma disappeared.

"I heard that miasma is born from rotting corpses, why are there so many gathered outside my house?"

"It's not something of this world, I thought it was strange..." Wu Jie looked back as he said so.

Jiang Bin only felt that the links were intertwined, but the closer they got, the more foggy they looked.

The two walked down the path to the street and bought some glutinous rice cakes, but they didn't have much appetite. Jiang Bin asked all the way, but he looked up at Wu Jie who had become "Jiang Ziqing" now, and said he had never seen him.

Jiang Bin led Wu Jie around a corner, and came to the door of Deng Bo's house where he lived alone. Deng Bo was decocting medicine. He heard the knock on the door, looked at Jiang Bin with empty eyes, but said: "The carpenter's work is no longer available."

Jiang Bin also said that he was too good at disguising, but Deng Bo was so dazed that he couldn't recognize him, so he took off his turban and said, "Uncle, it's me!"

Deng Bo was taken aback by Jiang Bin's words, looked him up and down again, and still shook his head and said, "I'm old and old, I really can't recognize him, where did I see him?"

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, how can I not recognize him?In desperation, Jiang Bin pointed to Wu Jie again and said, "Do you recognize my uncle?"

Dumbledore took a few steps forward and looked at it carefully, but he still shook his head after a long while, coughing as he thought it was useless.

Jiang Bin was stunned for a moment, his heart pounding.He glanced at Wu Jie, turned around and ran to another place.

It was Aunt Zhang's home, where the three generations lived under the same roof. Aunt Zhang was kind-hearted, and would always send some food and clothing to his uncle and nephew during festivals. After Jiang Bin became an official in the court, he also thought of her kindness, The general ordered people to send some clothes, toys, etc. that Emperor Zhengde rewarded him.

Now, knocking on that door, it seems like the sound is knocking on my heart, deafening.

Hearing Aunt Zhang's loud voice "Here we come", the door opened, and it was still a familiar courtyard house, but Aunt Zhang, who always had a jade hairpin on her head, asked him, "Who are you looking for, brother?"

Jiang Bin took half a step back, feeling that the world was spinning and he was about to lose his footing.The words of Emperor Zhengde before parting surfaced again, and the household stickers did not contain the names of his parents and the number of the whole family...

I clearly remember, I remember...

Jiang Bin thought so, but suddenly found that he couldn't remember half of his parents at this time.

Jiang Bin took another step back, but felt he was being supported.Looking back, it was "Jiang Ziqing" with a worried face. He sighed softly, as if he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he finally stood quietly and continued to watch him perform a good show...

Huangliang Yimeng was really hit by his words.

These ten or so springs and autumns seem to have been peeled off alive along with that piece of human skin, leaving only a single, foolish chess piece.