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Chapter 017 Crisis

Dongguan is a royal library in the true sense, and the rich collection of books is by no means comparable to ordinary people. Even Liu Bian, who was used to large libraries in later generations, was amazed when he saw rows of bookshelves that were invisible.

Because of the writing materials, all the books in Dongguan are probably the amount of a CD, but this momentum is not comparable to a thin CD.

Most of the books in Dongguan are official archives and are the original materials for future history. Liu Bian was not interested in these things, so he followed Lu Zhi straight to those books collected from all generations. The books were packed in silk bags of different colors, placed neatly on the bookshelf, and marked the titles and number of books with various bone marks or toothpicks. Along the way, Liu Bian saw countless ancient books that only heard the names of their later generations but did not see them, and a burst of sadness surged in his heart.

Most of the books here will be destroyed by war. The most recent fire in history was Dong Zhuo. Not only these books, but even the entire Luoyang City was burned into ruins by him. Now, he has traveled through thousands of years and has barely blocked Dong Zhuo's momentum, but the crisis is far from being resolved. If the situation cannot be controlled, God knows whether history will go to the old road.

In fact, there are more than this large-scale book burning incidents in Chinese history. If you escape this time, you may not be able to escape the next time. Most of the records of Chinese civilization are destroyed in the hands of their own people. People in later generations can only sigh at the title of the book, and then hope to find some originals from the underground to fill the gap in memory.

Lu Zhi did not feel like Liu Bian. He led Liu Bian into a room and gave an order to the minor official who came to pay homage. Not long after, the minor official took a green bag. Inside the green bag was a yellow silk book with twelve human figures painted on it, and the next one was densely covered with small characters, not official script or even small seal script, but large seal script.

Liu Bian was stunned again.

Lu Zhi frowned: "I remember there was a copy of the text in the current text, let's take that copy."

"I copied the text today?" The clerk was puzzled: "Please make it clear that I have never seen a humble position."

Lu Zhi was very angry and shouted loudly: "Nobody, I have clearly seen it, how can I say that it is not? Take the list to read it."

The little official did not move, but straightened his body, pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said word by word: "Mr. Lu is a famous family and studies the three rituals. He is a famous scholar in etiquette, but he roars before the rituals. He doesn't know where the rituals are? Although the minister is not sensitive, he dares to ask Mr. Lu for advice."

Liu Bian looked at the unknown minor official in surprise. The man pressed the hilt of the sword and questioned Lu Zhi, and was righteous, not like a minor official, simply like Lu Zhi's superior. On the other hand, Lu Zhi was speechless by his words. He was stunned for a while, bowed and bowed, and silently retreated behind Liu Bian.

This was a bit weird. Liu Bian saw it but did not put it on his face. He coughed lightly: "I want to take this book away, Lu Qing, you can deal with it."

"Yes!" Lu Zhi bowed and replied, saying to the little official who was still holding his long sword, "Let's go."

The little official glanced at Liu Bian, but did not dare to argue. He let go of the hilt of the sword, gave a bow, took two steps, and followed Lu Zhi. Liu Bian looked at his back and asked softly, "How is this person's swordsmanship?"

Shi A, who was standing behind him, shook his head, attached himself to Liu Bian's ear, and said, "Your Majesty, what he suppressed Lu Shangshu was not swordsmanship, but Taoism."

Liu Bian understood a little. "Go and ask what background this person has and who he has a close contact with."

Shi A glanced at Liu Bian in surprise, then nodded again.

Although Liu Bian did not look back, he knew what Shi A was thinking. He did not explain to Shi A, but he could feel that this minor official might have nothing to do with Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei's counterattack might have begun.

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It is still useless to get "The Twelve Forms of Huangdi". It only looks at the pictures and cannot understand the text above, which is still zero. Lu Zhi is a great scholar, but he is also powerless to do anything about this ancient text, so he can only recommend Cai Yong again and then leave.

It was already dark. After Liu Bian washed up, he sat on the bed but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. This was his second night as a man, but he had experienced too many things. From the attitude of the minor official to Lu Zhi just now, he felt a sense of a gradually approaching crisis.

Compared with the Yuan family, which had four generations and three dukes, the scheming Yuan Wei, who was only capable of making trouble, is easier to deal with. At present, Dong Zhuo did not dare to act recklessly due to insufficient military strength. In addition to the limitation of his identity as an old official, he was at an obvious disadvantage when facing Yuan Wei. Not only was Lu Zhi not an official position, he was just a minister and a disciple of the Ma family, and he was also not enough to fight against Yuan Wei. Only Yang Biao, who was also the fourth generation three dukes, was the only one who could fight against Yuan Wei.

The problem is that although Yang Biao is loyal, can he break up with the Yuan family and formally fight? Don’t forget that his wife comes from the Yuan family, and is Yuan Shu’s sister and the niece of Yuan Wei.

To take a step back, even if Yang Biao can be selfless, can Yuan Wei be so unpredictable that he can get ahead of him? The three suggestions Jia Xu gave him are good, and it is hard to say whether it can be realized now.

It's hard to move forward.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Tang Ying woke up, with his hazy eyes open and his expression lazily. Although Liu Bian was the emperor, there was only one imperial concubine. I don't know if it was because he was too young or because the empress dowager and the general were busy fighting for power and profit before, no one thought that he should find some concubines for him, the emperor.

However, this made Liu Bian very happy. In his previous life, he only had five girls and one partner. Now he finally had a living person, and he was a beautiful girl with Dou Kou Nianhua. Although Tang Ying was not very knowledgeable, she was not a talented woman, with a look and figure, but she had nothing to say.

Liu Bian suddenly became a little sexually moved, and a part seemed to suddenly come alive, and a small flame trembled in his heart.

"Yingzi..." Liu Bian subconsciously used the method of picking up girls that he had been familiar with in his previous life, and said intimately: "I was thinking just now that Zhang Jiao can beat Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo to lose temper, his magic is somewhat useful, right? Or, let's try it too?"

Tang Ying was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, her face flushed with shame. She turned her back to Liu Bian, curled up, hid her head in the quilt, and buzzed: "Your Majesty, it's late at night."

"It's better to be late at night, no one will disturb you." Liu Bian leaned over and pressed against Tang Ying's back. He put his hand around her slender waist and slowly moved it upwards. He held a jade rabbit in the palm of his hand, inserted the other hand along her belt, stroked her flat belly, and carefully penetrated into the valley covered with spring grass with fingertips.

"Your Majesty..." Tang Ying suddenly gasped. She held Liu Bian's hand, but she had no strength at all. Instead, she seemed to encourage Liu Bian. Liu Bian was overjoyed and hugged Tang Ying in her arms, attached herself to her red jade-like ear, and said softly: "Yingzi, is this the cicada attached?"

Tang Ying was embarrassed and nodded, making a soft voice, like a cicada.

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