Chapter 113 Obtaining the Magical Weapon: Fengyue Baojian

Chapter 113 Obtaining the Magical Weapon: Fengyue Baojian

Chapter 113 Obtaining the Magical Weapon: Fengyue Baojian

When Shen Juan returned with his saber in hand, his eyes were still filled with excitement. Seeing Zhao Duan's thoughtful expression, he could not help but say cautiously:
"Sir, is it because our brothers didn't use enough force? How about I catch up with him and beat him up? Or if you are worried about trouble, we can wait until night, change into plain clothes, and go to block He Sicheng..."

Zhao Duan came back to his senses from his thoughts, glanced at him, and said unhappily:

"I want you to be calm when encountering troubles, but I don't mean to look for troubles either."

Lihuatang's second generation of lying flat smiled, with slightly natural curls and a flattering smile on her face with dark circles under her eyes:

"The main thing is that the guy surnamed He didn't give you face... We are so angry."

Being a prick doesn't mean being stupid.

Just like just now, a group of men in royal uniforms punched and kicked the other party, leaving him with black and blue faces.

But they just hit people with the back of the knife, there was no actual bloodshed.

Zhao Duan was not thinking about these things. He asked:

"How much do you know about this He Sicheng? About him and Princess Yunyang?"

Shen Juan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said:

"I don't know much. I just remember that He Sicheng should be the direct descendant of Dali Siqing. As for him and Princess Yunyang... there are indeed some rumors in the streets that the two seem to have an affair. Why do you ask this, sir?"

She really is a mistress... Zhao Duan was shocked.

So, when women take revenge, it can be terrible.

Princess Yunyang, whom he had not yet met and had only glanced at her thighs, sent out her two mistresses to cause trouble in just one morning.

"What kind of school is this? I'm surrounded by the princess's mistresses?" Zhao Duan complained.

However, compared to Xia Jianghou, He Zheng's rank is much lower.

Especially the last paragraph, which can be understood as a threat.

But on the other hand, it can also be interpreted as "passing the buck".

"Did he deliberately reveal to me that the mastermind behind him was Princess Yunyang... or was it a deterrent? Or was it to cover up his nature of stealing the credit? It doesn't matter..."

Zhao Duan shook his head.

Compared to this pawn-like character, what he really needs to guard against is Princess Yunyang's subsequent tactics.

"Troublesome woman." He was a little irritated.

Due to the other party's status as a royal family member, he could not use tricks to defeat him like he did other enemies.

For the time being, we can only respond to each situation as it happens and respond to changes with the same strategy.

"It's okay," Zhao Duan shook his head without explaining, and said:

"Where are the prisoners and the stolen goods?"

Shen Juan and other subordinates hurriedly invited him into the house.

As soon as I entered the small courtyard, I saw a middle-aged man who looked like a businessman tied up on a stone table.

His mouth was blocked and he made a whimpering sound.

There were several large boxes scattered around. Zhao Duan opened them and took a look. Most of them were scattered silver and copper coins, as well as messy account books and letters.

And messy and miscellaneous objects.

"Sir, this man must be running a business for the rebels. The branches of the Kuangfu Society in various places need money to operate. This thief appears to be a small pawnshop businessman, but in fact he is secretly working for the rebels."

Shen Juan explained:

"These are what we found, and we haven't had time to check them carefully yet."

Zhao Duan nodded with satisfaction and took the rag out of the merchant's mouth. The merchant cursed:
"Fake emperor's running dog, scum and traitor, I'm with you... woooo!"

After stuffing the rag back, Zhao Duan waved his hand and said,

"Take him away, the noise is annoying."

A man in brocade clothes grinned, picked up the latter and punched him in the stomach. The middle-aged businessman, who was swearing, bent down like a shrimp and sweated profusely from the pain.

"Wait till you're in prison, and see if you still have a bad mouth."

After the others were dragged away, Zhao Duan looked around the courtyard:

"that's it?"

Shen Juan suddenly said, "Please follow me, sir."

Mysterious... Zhao Duan was suspicious and followed him into the main house.

But the slacker subordinate glanced at him furtively, reached into his bosom, and took out a small silver mirror:
"Please look at this, sir. I picked this out from the pile of pawned antiques. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a 'talisman'."

Town object?

The "magic weapon" used by warlocks?
Zhao Duan still remembered that the priest Jin Jian had once given him some popular science information, saying that "talismans" were magical instruments with special powers.

Strictly speaking, the "Divine Talisman" given to him by Zhang Yanyi also counts as one of them.

The Golden Crow Flying Knife is a magical weapon used exclusively by warriors. Although it can change its size, it does not contain any "magic" and cannot be considered a talisman.

However, out of habit, Zhao Duan still prefers to call it a "magic weapon."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, showing interest. He didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise.

Shen Juan smiled and said, "You will know it at a glance, my Lord."

Zhao Duan lowered his head to look at it. The small silver mirror was not big, less than the width of a palm.

It is round in shape, simple and exquisite in appearance, and the frame around it is carved with mysterious patterns.

The four characters "Feng Yue Bao Jian" are clearly printed on the back.

"This name..." Zhao Duan's face looked strange, and he always felt that it was not serious enough.

Beside him, Shen Juan said excitedly:

"This item is in our imperial library, and it is recorded in the book on the world's magical objects. It is a type that ordinary people can use."

There are two types of magical weapons. One type can only be driven by warlocks, such as the staff in Jin Jian's hand.

The other type has far fewer restrictions, such as talismans.

There are books recording the talismans in the imperial court? ... Zhao Duan said he had learned it.

I thought to myself that I should brush up on my knowledge when I have time, so that I wouldn’t be unable to recognize treasures when I see them in the future.

"How to use this thing?"

He was curious and tried to use the air conveyor, but the mirror only glowed slightly. Shen Juan explained:
“Just hold this object in your hand, and contemplate the person you want to find, and the mirror will show you what the other person is doing…

However, we are not sorcerers and cannot use it frequently. We can only use it a few times a day at most, and then the magic power in the mirror will be exhausted.

You need to wait for a while to allow it to recover on its own... In addition, the distance of the person who is visualizing, the level of his cultivation... etc. will all affect success or failure.

If you use it to detect powerful people, it is very easy to be targeted in the opposite direction... I think it is used by the rebels to gather intelligence..."

Ah, isn’t this function just “clairvoyance” plus “peek”?

It feels even more inappropriate… Zhao Duan complained in his heart.

The first thought that comes to mind:
He wanted to visualize what Zhen Bao was doing, but when he heard that it would be traced back by a strong man, he immediately became scared.

After thinking about it, he tried to recall the appearance of "Zhuang Xiaocheng" in his mind.

The surface of the mirror rippled slightly, then returned to calm.

Failed... Yes, it was probably because the distance was too far... Zhao Duan felt a little disappointed.

He thought for a moment and tried to recall his stepmother in his mind.

This time, the mirror-like water ripples, slowly presenting a dynamic picture.

Inside Zhao's house.

Eugene Hua was half-squatting in the room with two iron basins, one large and one small, placed in front of her. The small basin was placed inside the large basin, separated by clean water.

Next to her was a bag of saltpeter bought by the servants.

At this time, Eugene Hua hesitated for a moment, rolled up her sleeves, bent down and poured the white saltpeter into the basin, trying to follow Zhao Duan's instructions and make ice cubes.

I said that the sorcerer who made this magic weapon must be unscrupulous...

Zhao Duan took a deep breath, turned the mirror upside down, put it in his arms, and said calmly:
"This item is quite useful in investigating the case, so I will keep it for the time being."

Shen Juan only vaguely saw the figure of a woman in the mirror.

But before he could see it clearly, Zhao Duan stopped him, slightly disappointed, and said with a smile:

"What mirror? I have searched this place but have never seen any mirror."

……

……

Russian qing.

Qian Kerou arrived late in the car. Zhao Duan waved his hand and took the rebels and the stolen goods back to Lihuatang.

Hand it over to my subordinates for review and investigation.

noon.

In the capital, Feng Ju, the director of the Ministry of Personnel's Selection Department, left the government office.

He ordered the carriage to stop far away in the alley and walked quickly alone on a quiet street.

Mr. Feng, who is over 40 years old, thin and has a typical scholarly temperament, looks anxious, with a strong sense of uneasiness and urgency between his brows.

As the first official that Zhao Duan officially deceived by taking advantage of the power of others in order to turn the tide when he first traveled through time, Feng Ju's days were quite exciting.

At first, he was invited by Zhao Du'an to the center of the lake, where he made a plan to "bite the prime minister" in a black-sailed boat.

Feng Ju thought he was acting on the emperor's orders, so he drank a jar of wine in one breath at home, then he mustered up the courage to write the petition.

Afterwards, the empress issued an edict, and Feng Ju was temporarily controlled by the Censorate as a "tainted witness."

Next, there was a tug-of-war and struggle that lasted for more than ten days.

During this period, he was repeatedly interrogated by different censors and was exhausted.

Fortunately, the end result is good.

The empress orally stated that Feng Ju had made meritorious contributions despite his punishment, which was extremely rare, so she retained his official position but only fined him three months' salary as a punishment.

It appears to be a punishment, but it is not.

After Feng Ju returned to the Ministry of Personnel, he was quickly introduced by the "Imperial Party" and entered the circle loyal to the empress.

He hinted openly and covertly that once the storm had passed, he would be promoted and given an important position.

He will be promoted to the fifth rank first. If he performs well in the future, he may be promoted to the vacant fourth rank position.

His colleagues also got wind of the news and began to flatter him.

Feng Ju was in high spirits and had a very comfortable time these days.

But I didn't expect that disaster would strike from the sky today.

long street.

Feng Ju went straight into a quiet teahouse, walked upstairs and came to the reserved private room.

"Knock knock knock, it's me, Lao Feng." He knocked on the door.

The door of the box opened, revealing the face of another scholar of similar age and slightly plump figure.

He frowned, looked around, pulled the person in and closed the door.

Inside the box, sitting next to a low tea table was another middle-aged man wearing a fu hat, looking like a scholar and with calm manners.

The Fat Scholar said:

"Brother Bo, why did you rush us to gather together today?"

"Bochang" is Feng Ju's courtesy name. The two people in front of him are Feng Ju's best friends, classmates in the past, and colleagues serving as officials in the court.

Sitting next to the tea table, the middle-aged man wearing a futou also asked curiously:

"My brother, your career has been going smoothly these days. What happened to make you look like this?"

Feng Ju's eyes were slightly bloodshot, his face was ashen, he looked around at his two best friends, and squeezed out the words from between his teeth:
"Brother Zigu, Brother Changfeng...my daughter has been kidnapped!"

what?
The two people in the room looked at each other and became serious:
"You mean, Lianlian was kidnapped? What happened?"

Feng Ju took a deep breath, as if trying hard to control his emotions.

He walked straight to the tea table and sat down. He drank two cups of tea on the table in one breath before saying expressionlessly:

"It was Marquis Xia Jiang! He sent a servant to deliver a message to me, saying that I should report to the emperor and confess that it was Zhao Duan who forced me to falsely accuse Li Yanfu. If I don't comply, don't expect Lianlian to return safely."

(End of this chapter)