Chapter 3 Deathly Advice

When Li Zaifang was running around to convey the emperor's order to bestow the elixir, Mu Qi knew nothing about it. He slept until nine in the morning, then put on a long gown and lazily came out to have breakfast. As usual, it was hot soy milk wontons with tofu pudding, and big, delicious buns. When he was halfway through the meal, he ordered the butler to call in the scribe to serve him so that he could listen to the latest gossip in the capital while he ate.

Although the system and website are not as good as human ones, the benefits included in the contract are still not compromised. The body that Mu Qi wears is the only son of the third generation of Duke Mu, the pinnacle of wealth and glory in the capital. The original body's parents went to Jinling to guard the tomb of Emperor Gaozu due to illness several years ago, which relieved Mu Qi of all the worries since he traveled through time.

As long as you are not worried about being discovered, then you can lie down however you like, right?

The regulations were extremely loose in the late dynasty. Although Mu Qi held several positions concurrently, there would be basically no official business as long as the emperor and the cabinet did not summon him. After listening to gossip and having breakfast, Mu Qi leisurely took his people out at ten o'clock. After going out to the street, he did not rush to enter the government office, but strolled around the several houses he bought and met the guests invited by the Prince Mu's Mansion.

Although he was determined to give up completely because of the conflict between the mission and the system, there were some things Mu Qi still didn't dare to say. After crossing over, he managed to seek a job as a servant in Wenyuan Pavilion, then bribed the guard with a large sum of money and asked to borrow the magnificent "Great Code" revised during the reign of Emperor Taizong.

The Great Code is a monumental work that covers everything in the world. It is probably the most important document in the world. Even though he was the prince of Duke Mu, and the huge amount of money was attractive, he could not lend it all out. Mu Qi had no choice but to imitate ants moving. He made an agreement with the clerk in charge to borrow only eighty volumes at a time. After taking the books out of the palace, they were copied day and night by hundreds of retainers in the palace. After the copying was completed, the originals would be returned and new books would be borrowed.

According to Mu Qi's estimation, with such a huge amount of manpower and repeated efforts, it would probably be possible to make two copies of the ceremony before Old Wall Lamp Dragon passed away. After that, as long as we find a way to carefully seal the copies of the codex and bury them underground, the risk of them being destroyed by war should be greatly reduced.

In this way, before he is ejected from this world by the system for being a slacker, he can still leave a secret treasure map and become a riddler that gives future generations a headache.

This is a matter a thousand times more important than accompanying Lao Deng to perform the shaman dance in the early morning, so Mu Qi dared not ignore it. But he was an outsider after all, and it was difficult for him to cope with such difficult technical work as compiling the "Great Dictionary". Therefore, he had been thinking about it and wanted to hire a reliable liberal arts professional.

However, the circle of nobles and the circle of civil servants are really incompatible, so it is just something I can think about now.

After visiting the copyists, Mu Qi took his men to the Ministry of War to report for duty and looked through the official documents of the past few days. In the system's words, this is called being well-informed and prepared for any eventuality, but Mu Qi scoffed at this - obviously, as long as you get an old, power-hungry emperor who is bent on giving up, it will be useless even if you summarize the intelligence in a fancy way.

However, when he opened the system to record messages, Mu Qi heard the long-lost prompt sound. This was a warning when the host was in unknown danger, but it was quite rare and he had hardly ever seen it.

Mu Qi frowned and clicked on the message. The alert is simple:

[Prince Mu's Mansion has been closely monitored by the Royal Guards, please pay attention to your privacy]

Mu Qi was a little surprised - of course there were spies of the Imperial Guard everywhere in the imperial city, but there was some decency between the monarch and his subjects. Unless it came to a critical moment, the emperor should never send so many spies to a top noble family like Prince Mu's Mansion. unless……

Mu Qi's mind flashed with lightning and he immediately became very excited:

"The old sconce is going to do something to me!"

That’s right, unless you want to completely break off relations with the Duke’s Mansion, why bother breaking the rules that have existed for hundreds of years?

Instantly, ecstasy surged into his heart, and Mu Qi could hardly hold back his laughter - he had worked so hard for so long since he traveled through time, and finally waited for this day!

This is the experience that Mu Qi had painstakingly learned from several senior predecessors who had been harmed by the website. According to the seniors, it is too difficult to turn the tide and rebuild the world, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people; but the requirement of "leaving a name in history" is not difficult to accomplish - don't forget, the ancients highly respected "dying for remonstration".

If he risked his life to write a popular memorial of remonstrance, wouldn't his name be recorded in history?

Of course, with the subsequent version iterations, the website has already been patched to prohibit time travelers from actively exploiting bugs to provoke the emperor. But now? Now it's not him who is provoking the emperor, but the old wall lamp who wants to go crazy and play a trick on others!

Mu Qi was so excited that he didn't even bother to think about why the old wall lamp suddenly went crazy. He rushed out of the military duty room and ran towards the Duke's Mansion, calling out to his personal servant Fa Cai as he ran:

"Go buy some white cloth and some red paint! Send them to your house right away, quickly!"

Fa Cai was bewildered as he watched the young master ride away in a cloud of dust, running three steps faster than a wild dog. The soldiers guarding the Ministry of War shouted loudly but failed to stop them.

Mu Qi had already made up his mind. As long as he returned home and found something unusual, he would immediately break free from the guards of the Embroidered Uniform Guards and rush out onto the street. He would wrap his head with white cloth and wear mourning clothes, and write the word "injustice" in large red paint. It would be best if he banged his head against the ground and shouted slogans in a busy place in the capital. His desperate appeal would surely leave a deep impression on the people of the capital and they would never forget it. He might even get his name included in the "Biographies".

The Mu family made great contributions to the founding of the country and were listed in the Taimiao. Their ancestors met Emperor Gaozu when he was young, and their descendants followed Emperor Taizong to the south to quell the rebellion. They were the pillars of the court, the pillar that supported the sky, and their foundation was as stable as an iron cannon. What kind of earth-shaking political event would it be if such a descendant of an aristocratic family, who had existed almost from beginning to end with the dynasty, broke through the defenses and committed suicide in the busy streets of the capital?

Are you sweating all over? Lao Deng!

Just thinking about the uproar this incident had caused, made Mu Qi tremble with excitement. He felt that the anger he had been tormented by Lao Deng for many years had finally been released - the decades before and after Lao Deng's reign were the absolute peak of vernacular novels, with top works such as "X Ping Mei", "San Yan" and "Er Pai" emerging, which fully described the wonders of the world; with the literati's imagination that could create waves even without wind and their sensational x orientation, if they did not take advantage of the topic to create shocking horror masterpieces, it would be considered that he looked down on these writers!

Wu Cheng'en! Feng Menglong! Lanling smiled and was born! The task of leaving my name in history - or in unofficial history - is now entrusted to you!

Official history may not be correct enough, but unofficial history is definitely unofficial enough; stinky old Deng, today I will let you see the pen of a writer!

You have to know that the novelists of this dynasty are full of creative ideas, and they are so bold that they even dare to write stories about Emperor Gaozu. After a few decades, when people are no longer famous, what will it matter if you, an old Taoist priest, use your imagination to write stories about him? At worst, I can just use someone else's name and imitate the line of "The Emperor of Han loved beauty and wanted to conquer the country" to make indirect accusations. If Emperor Wu suffers any more, the old Taoist priest will bear the brunt of the insults!

Of course, before a heroic sacrifice, one must shout some touching slogans to add to the tragedy of the event itself and inspire the inspiration of writers. Mu Qi opened the historical materials provided by the system and began to urgently search for "Public Security Memorial".

"The people of the world have not been worthy of Your Majesty for a long time!" - Do you recognize this, old wall lamp?

I'm sorry, Mr. Gangfeng, you are a man of great talent. You can write another one in the future.

·

Since there is no need to summon ministers today, the emperor does not need to pretend anything. With a sullen face as if he had been extorted of millions in salt tax, he called Li Zaifang, who had just delivered the imperial edict.

"Have all the Jinyiwei been sent out?"

"Yes." Li Zaifang didn't dare to look up: "Additional personnel have been sent to the residences of several dukes, ministers, and scholars. The news from the spies said that there was nothing unusual today. Only the prince of Duke Mu inexplicably ran away from the Ministry of War and ran back and forth in the downtown area. I don't know why."

The emperor snorted:

"This person is weird, don't bother with him."

Even the current emperor commented that it was strange, one can imagine the reputation of Prince Mu.

Li Zaifang watched his nose with his eyes and didn't dare to say anything.

The emperor asked again: "Where is the golden elixir I gave you as a reward?"

"Several ministers asked for the imperial decree and thanked the emperor for accepting the pills." Li Zaifang said carefully, "Only Minister Yan bowed several times and swallowed two golden pills on the spot. He bled from his nose...bleeding all over his face."

The emperor's mouth twitched slightly. To be honest, as a drug-taking veteran who has been active in the Taoist world for more than ten years, Feixuan Zhenjun Qingxu Emperor has never seen such a bull-chewing-peony-like way of taking drugs.

But, is it really possible to make up to the point of having a nosebleed on the spot? Yan Fenyi's physique is quite sensitive - maybe this could be of some experimental value.

As a senior expert in elixirs, the emperor naturally knew some of the side effects of elixirs. But now with the instigation of the evil book, those side effects that were once commonplace have become extremely glaring.

His Majesty's eyes flashed, and he made a decision:

"Yan Fenyi is still loyal. If we can't reward him openly, we can reward him secretly."

Li Zaifang bowed his head:

"Please give me your holy will."

"Yan Fenyi is old, and it is not convenient for him to travel, and it is difficult for the emperor and his subjects to talk." The emperor said magnanimously: "Give him a silver seal. After taking the elixir, he can go to the duty room outside the Qingliang Palace to rest, and he does not have to go home. It is also convenient for me to inspect nearby - to discuss politics with important ministers nearby."

Being able to attend the Qingliang Palace and discuss state affairs with the emperor at any time was a privilege only afforded to the prime minister in the past. Li Zaifang quickly kowtowed to express his gratitude on behalf of Lord Yan, and ignored the last sentence.

The emperor shook his sleeves and stood up slowly from the mat. He originally planned to draft another oral order, asking Li Zaifang to summon the high-ranking Taoist priests in the capital to go to the secret room of Qingliang Palace to perform rituals and prayers to expel the evil book. But on second thought, he couldn't help but hesitate - Master Feixuan had been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, and he had seen countless Taoists in his life, but there were so many Taoists and alchemists coming and going, and they had all kinds of talismans and secret rituals, but no one could come up with something as grand as the Demon Book.

Although this scene is indeed a test of one's cerebrovascular system, it is also a real miracle and mystery, which is completely different from the magic tricks seen in the past decade or so. With Zhenjun's extremely smart brain, he can of course easily detect the difference.

If you rashly dispel such a miracle, then the consequences will be uncountable, and you may never be able to see supernatural powers again...

Master Feixuan, who had believed in Taoism all his life, hesitated.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the order:

"No one is allowed to enter the quiet room without my order. Cleaning and serving tea are prohibited. Do you understand?"

Li Zaifang was puzzled, but still nodded his head and obediently left.