Crazy Concubine: Husband, kneel down

Chapter 173 He is angry
That night, dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky and the earth were pitch black.

In the dead of night, there was a black shadow flying across the sky quickly.

Inside the palace, several patrol teams walked around, but no one noticed the black shadow flying in the air.

The black shadow fell into the Library Pavilion, where there are many treasures hidden, including valuable calligraphy and paintings, posthumous works of famous masters, and many materials about this continent.

Donghuang's Book Collection Pavilion is famous across the continent. Legend has it that there are all the answers you want to know in this Book Collection Pavilion.

It's just that in the Zangshu Pavilion, except for the emperor himself, even the prince and princess are not allowed to enter, so even though he is deeply favored by the emperor, he still has no way to enter and leave the Zangshu Pavilion openly.

During these days in the palace, he would come to the library whenever he had the opportunity. The library is divided into three floors, and there are thousands of books. It is not a matter of overnight to read them all.

Jiang Yuqing walked up to the third floor, cleverly avoiding the switches of all hidden weapons.

He flipped through all the books, calligraphy and paintings on the first and second floors. Although he didn't look at all the contents carefully, he was sure that there was nothing he was looking for on the first and second floors.

He has already seen the last row of the books on the third floor. If there is no information about recording the Jue Ming lock, he really doesn't know where to find the answer he wants.

Standing in front of the last row of bookshelves, Jiang Yuqing lit a candlestick and placed it beside her. With the help of the faint candlelight, she began to browse through the books one by one.

The quiet night passed quietly like this.

Jiang Yuqing rubbed the aching brows, and must leave here before dawn.

He speeded up his reading, flipping through the books.

Finally, before dawn, he finally stopped turning the pages of the book.

It's just that when he saw a line of writing, it wasn't just his hands that stopped, but also his heartbeat.

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The first rays of sunlight in the morning crossed the mountains and shone on the earth, and the birds on the trees began to chirp early.

Chu Yang stretched, walked out of the house, and was about to go to the kitchen to start the day's preparations, when he saw Jiang Yuqing was already standing there in the yard.

He was dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, and the golden light sprinkled on his body, as if it was coated with a layer of golden light.

The breeze blew his clothes flying.

Chu Yang was stunned for a moment, then walked over, stood not far behind him and said, "Master, why did you get up so early today?"

Jiang Yuqing didn't answer, stood for a while, turned around and walked into the room slowly, closed the door, and there was no movement.

Chu Yang looked at the closed door and sighed.

Today's archmage seems to be very preoccupied, and he doesn't know what has upset him.

Jiang Yuqing didn't sleep all night, and now he doesn't feel sleepy either. He sat in front of the table, rubbed the ink, and picked up the pen. He just wanted to write something casually so that he wouldn't think about that sentence.

Unexpectedly, he had a thought in his heart and wrote it intentionally. It wasn't until he wrote the last word that he suddenly realized that he actually wrote down that sentence.

Jiang Yuqing was impatient like never before, grabbed the paper with both hands, and twisted the paper into a ball.

He slapped the table angrily, and the table fell to the ground with a slap.

"Great Master, what's wrong with you?" Chu Yang heard the voice and hurried over to open the door and come in to have a look.

But Jiang Yuqing gritted his teeth tightly, his face pale.

He looked as if he was trying his best to restrain his anger, and Chu Yang could feel a murderous intent pouring out from the body of this male god who had always been indifferent.

(End of this chapter)