The night was getting deeper and the full moon was hanging high. She sat in front of the windowsill. Zhang Yue pondered about his own way out.

Don't look at him now, he seems to be surrounded by enemies.

But in fact, there is always vitality.

And there is more than one way to live.

This first one is that with the help of space, he can play a charlatan.

As today, the most enjoyable thing is the charlatan.

Needless to say, find yourself a dream teacher first.

What are the students of An Qi, the Heshang Gong, the White-haired Man, let’s have a dozen first.

Let’s write the background, this is simple, so many fairy tale novels are not for nothing.

You can easily make a set of tight logic that seems to be tight.

Use the space again to perform routines such as making things out of nothing, so that any emperor who is almost obsessed with immortal cultivation will be ecstatic and will become a brainless fan from now on, and will meet all requests.

However, this plan has been abandoned.

Without the state of despair, Zhang Yue would not choose it at the last moment.

The reason is very simple.

Today, I am no longer young.

When he kicks his legs, he will die!

But Zhang Yue was hesitant and undecided for a while.

Mainly, he doesn't know much about the current situation and political situation.

Some of the original owner's memories are just gossip rumors I heard.

This information is true and false, false and true.

It's hard to distinguish.

As a time traveler, Zhang Yue certainly knew some basic facts about the witchcraft disaster.

But that's just the result.

Not the process!

This witchcraft disaster is not a simple political coup or an armed rebellion.

It almost completely eliminated the interest groups with Prince Liu Ju as the core.

It is recorded in the information that Zhang Yue remembers, and there are tens of thousands of people who are involved in the death.

Even if anyone who had entered Liu Ju and the scholars who had been to the uterus, they would be executed!

This means that the water here is so deep that even the historians who record history do not know the depth of it.

"Maybe I should go to Chang'an City..." Zhang Yue thought to himself.

But he knew that he should be ready to come and play the Confucian scholars to come to the house to play.

"What role should I play in it?"

"Just be crazy!"

Thinking of this, he glanced at the bamboo slips on the desk. These were books that the original owner had not read much in the past or read very rarely.

It is estimated that the effect may not be as good as "Daoyuan".

But there is no way. Now, this is his last wife book and coffin book.

You must choose a good backtracking goal for yourself.

Records of the Grand Historian? Book of Han?

still……

Zhang Yue calculated and felt that if he chose to go back to the Records of the Grand Historian or the Book of Han, he might need a lot of high-quality notes like "Daoyuan".

Because he read these two books in his spare time and when he has time.

Time is never unified and it is difficult to gather together.

If it is an article, poetry and essay...

Zhang Yue has read or even heard of the articles, poems and essays of the Seven Sons of Jian'an.

However, the Han people valued the meaning of classics, so what was poetry and essays?

Sima Xiangru, once the world's largest literary master, was just a doctor until his death.

Suddenly, Zhang Yue had an idea.

"Maybe, I can do this..."

So he picked up the bamboo slips, closed his eyes, and entered the space.

Everything in the space is as usual.

Even the wheat seedlings planted yesterday are growing very well now, without any slight flavour.

But Zhang Yue is now unwilling to care about them.

He walked quickly to the foot of the hill and threw all the bamboo slips under a Jinyu tree.

Then he took a deep breath and thought to himself: "I don't know if I can bet right!"

Jin Yumu silently lit up the lines, and after a moment, a strange fragrance came to his nose.

Inadvertently, Zhang Yue clenched his fists.

He bet right!

A few minutes later, he squeezed the jade fruit that fell to the ground, probably not even the needle hole, and laughed happily.

Although the time for this backtracking is even less than two seconds.

But it has proved that one thing is to choose to retrieve backtracking.

He just retrieved all the information related to the witchcraft disaster in his memory.

As a result, he couldn't react at all.

In the end, the scope was narrowed to record of the Grand Historian and Han Books before it was confirmed.

Chewing on the historical materials that have been fixed in my mind.

"So there is such a play..." Zhang Yue laughed.

Prime Minister Gongsun He and his son Gongsun Jingsheng are already in trouble!

Both the Records of the Grand Historian and the Book of Han have been clearly recorded. This once glorious big family may collapse in an instant.

The collapse of Gongsun He and his son was the fuse of the witchcraft disaster.

"If it seems so..." Zhang Yue finally figured it out now: "Someone is cutting off the outer fence?"

Just like when you play dota, you have to demolish the outer tower first to get to the high ground!

The Gongsun He family is the largest outer tower standing before Prince Liu Ju.

If you don’t pull out this outer tower, who dares to move, who will move the prince again?

As for who is secretly making trouble?

The imperial court is so big, anyone can do it.

After all, the prince of the dynasty has been in his dynasty for almost thirty years, with deep roots and lush branches and leaves.

If this person ascended the throne in the future, wouldn’t all the positions in the court be occupied by the Wei family and Gongsun family?

What's more, this prince was deeply influenced by Confucian scholars since childhood.

More than once, I have been openly "anti-war" and want to reconcile with the Huns.

This made the generals very uncomfortable again.

In fact, Liu Ju's defeat also had this reason - if the Northern Army or Southern Army turned against him at that time, his coup might be successful.

Of course, these filthy sects of the top leaders have nothing to do with Zhang Yue.

But this complex situation can be used by him.

………………………………

It was late at night, but Jin Il-jeong still didn't sleep. As usual, he was wearing armor and walking in the corridors of the palace, carefully inspecting every corner to ensure that there was no mistake on the day the owner of this place returned.

"Emperor Jin..."

"This is something Huo Lingjun asked Bei Zhiren to send..."

The two Shangshulangs walked to Jin Rizhao and presented a bamboo slip and a silk book.

Kim Il-jeong took it and looked at it, asking, "Have you found out?"

"Report to the captain, you have found out clearly, there is no problem!"

"That's fine. If you are included in Taichangqing's list of observations, you will write the official if you recommend it..." Kim Il-jeong waved his hand and said, "He has dealt with similar things many times."

"only……"

"Just what?"

"This person may be a descendant of Wen Chenghou..."

"Who is Wencheng Hou?"

"Keep!"

Kim Il-jeong was stunned. Should I tell who to tell this?

That person is famous for his love for training and training.

Moreover, he became stubborn and unreasonable, so he would not care about other people's advice at all. He would hit him and talk about what he had decided on first!
Chapter completed!