Chapter 201: About Moon Worship (please vote)

August 15th Moon Festival

That was the day when Chen Shuozhen told himself that King Long and the Cao Gang rebelled before he died.

And aren’t these things being taken ahead intentionally or unintentionally?

In the bloody battle of Wangjiang Tower, the Cao Gang almost died, and dozens of elite hall masters were almost destroyed by themselves and the old monk at the head of Songjiazhuang Village.

In addition, the remnants of Daxing Palace were eliminated this morning - the Right Army of the Imperial Guard.

Can there be anyone who rebels in this fifteenth?

Didn’t I also judged that they had no power to rebel, so I returned to Songjiazhuang with Qing'er, returned to Qin Mansion, and returned to Faming Temple.

When Qing'er saw him being nervous, his eyebrows were sometimes loose and sometimes twisted into pieces. When he asked him, he was vague and ignored him and took the wicked thing out.

Yang Xiao's mind was still going back to his original thoughts, and he couldn't help but lean back depressedly.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, I swept the yellowed map lying quietly on the floor from the corner of my eyes.

The stinky woman said this was a fountain construction picture and she looked like

There are also descriptions of parts in the lower left corner, which gears, pipes, pressure charts, legends...

Ah——Wait, Yang Xiao finally found something wrong with the map. By the way, that's the legend.

What I seem to see is: 5oo, what kind of fountain parts can be related to the pattern: 5oo, which is obviously illogical.

Yang Xiao was overjoyed and lifted the quilt and jumped down, but he couldn't help but lose his strength due to the high fever for too long, his feet were floating, and he fell firmly with a loud bang.

Qing'er outside heard the sound and was obviously startled. She rushed in and saw Yang Xiaojuan huddled underground and was struggling to get up. She couldn't help but feel panic, and her little mouth exclaimed: "Monkey Hua, what's wrong with you? Why did you fall off the bed?"

Yang Xiao hummed with pain in his mouth, but he was excitedly holding the yellowed drawing in his hand.

Qing'er was so angry that her mouth pouted, she gently twisted Yang Xiao's arm, and cursed: "You bad guy, why are you so unpretentious about your body? Do you think this disease is a joke, right? If you want this picture, you can say hello, if - if you get the root of the disease, I - I - what should I do?"

Yang Xiao was in a position of fault. He didn't feel uncomfortable with Qing'er's blame at all. Instead, he felt very happy. He stretched out his hand and tightly held the hand that was holding on his arm. He smiled and said hoarsely, "Sister Qing'er is indeed Mr. Hua. Monk Hua also made my sister Qing'er angry when she was sick-"

I don’t know if Qing'er understood her words with only mouth shape. After Yang Xiao said it, Qing'er’s face turned out to be gentle again, and she helped Yang Xiao up and lay back on the bed.

After getting Yang Xiao's promise not to cause trouble, Qing'er walked out of the wing room to continue preparing for the victims used for worship in the evening.

When Yang Xiao walked out of the room, he looked carefully at the construction drawing of the "fountain" in this legend again.

After looking at this, many problems really emerged. The design of this pattern uses the principle of a fountain to send water to a high place. Yang Xiao has long seen this. However, these two-way parallel and winding lines are no longer the copper tubes he imagined because of the relationship between the legend. In the following: under the 5oo legend, under the technology of the Great Sui Dynasty, how could it be cast into a copper tube with a diameter of about 5 meters? But if it weren't for a copper tube, what would it be?

Yang Xiao thought hard that the copper tube was impossible, but it was like a passage. By the way, Yang Xiao suddenly patted his thighs. If these were passages, then through the principle of water absorption in the fountain, where would the water be absorbed? And why did there be a huge gear under the river?

Yang Xiao thought about it but couldn't figure it out. When he thought about it, he fell asleep in the end.

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Daxing Palace, Ganyang Palace.

The old emperor Yang Yong rarely sat high on the imperial seat, looking down at His Highness’s ministers with a calm expression.

Wu Baiguan each knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

Since nearly forty boxes were brought back, these officials have been imprisoned by the old emperor in Daxing Palace.

Don't go back day and night

I don't say how to deal with it. In short, it's to make you think about your mistakes and let you wait.

However, it is this kind of anxious waiting that is undoubtedly more depressing and even more depressing

Today, the day of finally getting killed is approaching. Just looking at the imperial guards outside the hall that are several times more than usual, you will know the result.

Some officials thought they had committed a heinous disaster and could not escape it. Instead, they let it go and became much more at ease.

"My dear friends, what are you?" The old emperor swayed his face slightly, as if he was angry, "Why are everyone shaking? Could it be that my eunuch and the palace maid were not treated well yesterday?"

Everyone was shocked and said to himself: "Here, come, the old emperor has settled the accounts in the autumn." Thinking of this, he was even more indifferent to lying on the ground.

"Ah, are you blaming me for not letting you leave the palace these days?"

"I'm waiting, don't dare." Everyone responded quickly, but their hearts were secretly complaining, "Old Emperor, you want to kill and cut you, just come, what are you singing?"

"Well, if I don't tell the reason, you might still blame me," the old emperor said with a smile.

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"My dear friends, you must all know that in the past few years, Lord Liu of the Ministry of Justice has received a lot of evidence of the crimes of the Cao Gang, but they are all suppressed by me. Do you know the reason?"

Finally, I talked about the Cao Gang. There were several officials who couldn't stand it. They were suddenly limp on the ground, as if they were dead prisoners waiting for a verdict.

The old emperor's narrowed eyes flashed away, and then he pretended not to see it and continued, "Until the night before yesterday, he actually kidnapped the tax silver collected from Jiangnan in Wangjiang Tower, which was so bold." The old emperor spoke at the end of his speech, and his dry hand slapped the dragon throne beside him.

Hey, isn’t it forty boxes of evidence? How did it become the tax silver in the old emperor’s mouth? Some officials felt strange. Is it really tax silver not evidence? Then aren’t we worried in vain these few days?

"Now the money has been collected successfully and the Cao Gang has been destroyed. As long as you all beloved friends in the future, why worry about my great Sui Dynasty's failure to prosper?"

This time, everyone who was kneeling on his lower throne understood that the old emperor's will was no longer pursuing whether he had participated in the throne fight. If the money was confiscated, the prince would naturally be the Yang Cheng, who was standing under the old emperor. Today's court meeting was not only Yang Cheng, only Yang Cheng, which was enough to explain the problem.

These officials are all mature spirits and are not fools. Without King Long and those forty boxes of evidence, they all know how to take the team.

"Please rest assured, your Majesty, I will be tragic and do my best to share your worries with the prince."

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