Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Fengqing Accord.

Zhao Kun looked at the really hard-to-digger organ pavilion and sat drinking tea with the soldiers.

"Boss, this is harder to dig than our airship."

How could Zhao Kun not know that he had never seen such a difficult building on earth.

I don't know if it will work if it is blown up directly.

"That can't be done. King Nanming's people are guarding outside. If we are bombed, they will definitely come in to snatch the secret letter."

Zhao Kun was at a loss. Among the diggers he brought, only eight were from the Star Corps. The remaining hundreds of people were ordinary people, and invulnerability was not suitable for them.

Frowning, the pavilion master suddenly arrived
Zhao Kun and the others reflexively stood up and fell down.

Duan Qianli stroked his beard, with a loving face:
"Everyone, there is no need to be so tense. If you help your Lord Marquis, the old man has a plan."

Zhao Kun is not a person who doesn't know the rules, he just takes orders as his master.

Master Tuoba asked them to dig the organ pavilion, the purpose is to grasp the secrets behind the well-dressed beasts in the court, if the pavilion owner gives a clear way, wouldn't it be better to complete the task.

Duan Qianli didn't say anything locally, but made a gesture of invitation.

Suspiciously, Zhao Kun followed the pavilion master to the flower hall.

As soon as the gate was closed, Zhao Kun squinted his warning eyes and looked at the pavilion master.

But Duan Qianli made a gesture of invitation: "You don't need to be like this, the old man knows your origins clearly."

As he said that, Duan Qianli pointed to the top, indicating to him that these people who are invincible until the Star Corps is invincible all come from the sky.

"The pavilion master can speak directly if he has something to say."

Duan Qianli became serious: "You can't break through the organ pavilion, this is a fact, but the old man knows why you insist on breaking this organ pavilion, wouldn't it be great if I have a way to achieve your intention?"

Zhao Kun was thoughtful: "Then what is the master's opinion?"

Duan Qianli put his hands behind his back and said indifferently: "My agency collects superstitions from all over the world, and if you take them out at will, you can overthrow a capable minister. This is what you want."

Zhao Kun's pupils shrank: "As expected of the pavilion master, what you said is true."

"What you need most now is King Nanming's secret letter. I wrote it to you from the pavilion master. I will claim to get it from the organ pavilion at that time, and I will be able to help Lord Tuoba."

As he said that, Duan Qianli temporarily picked up the pen and ink and wrote in front of Zhao Kun for more than a stick of incense.

"The King of Nanming is also a monk..." Zhao Kun was stunned and continued to read. Huachang was three years old, and Huachang Huang had just been in power for less than three years. He started to work in the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment, and the Empress Li, the mother of the harem. .

"Pavilion Master, what do you mean by that, King Nanming already had the intention of rebelling against him, but this time the world is in chaos, King Nanming has instead made a contribution to protect him."

Zhao Kun was puzzled.

"He is waiting for the opportunity. Anyone who can't wait will be defeated."

After Duan Qianli finished speaking, he turned and went into the inner room, took out a bamboo slip and said:
"This is the roster of those who secretly followed the King of Nanming to form a party for personal gain. The Ministry of Punishment will know it after interrogation."

"Thank you Pavilion Master." Zhao Kun turned around and left with these evidences.

"Wait." Duan Qianli looked at Lord Tuoba's subordinates, took a deep breath, and said with tears in his eyes:

"There is gunpowder hidden in the warehouse on the second floor of the east building, blow it up, and you have an explanation."

His voice was heavy, mixed with the consolation of his lifelong study of mechanics.

In the 39th year of Huachang, a mushroom cloud rose over the city of Kyoto, sparks shot out, and the sound of explosions resounded throughout the city of Kyoto.

Standing on the observation deck of the palace, one can clearly see the three-storey sling crumbling in an instant.

This move set off a storm.

The court officials asked around whether Tuoba Yan's subordinates had dug out the secret letter before bombing the organ pavilion, or bombed it before the organ pavilion was opened.

This, the owner of the pavilion told Zhao Kun, after digging it out.

Suddenly, people in the ruling and opposition parties panicked.

In particular, Zhao Kun rushed to the palace overnight, waiting to present it to the court at dawn.

Everyone became uneasy.

But the emperor behind the curtain still coughed a few times, calmed his lungs and shouted loudly:

"Bold?"

With a crisp sound, the bamboo slips slandering King Nanming were thrown out.

The bead curtain was still shaking, and another booklet was thrown out:
"Give me an interrogation...a strict interrogation."

The chief eunuch next to him picked it up and was about to send it to the Ministry of Punishment.

"Wait, take it back."

The chief eunuch carefully delivered it to the tempered emperor.

Concubine Chang looked at his final booklet, tore it out page by page and stuffed it into her mouth vigorously, looking very embarrassed.

Hua Changhuang said while eating: "You must think that only my younger brother can protect me, so I deliberately framed... I will never be fooled by you."

As he spoke, he shoved three or four pages of mental retardation into his mouth without caring about crumpling them into balls.

Until the corners of his mouth bleed, his cough became dull, and he rolled his eyes in one breath, and his breathing was completely blocked by mental retardation.