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[A Wu, it’s time to tell you this prescription.]

Zhao Wujiang reads a blue medicine book in his hand.

The medicine book was sent by Qing'er just now, saying it was the relics of Zhao Shou's third uncle Zhao Shou.

Once the medicine book is opened, it records the pharmacological properties of various herbs.

At first, Zhao Wujiang was puzzled, was it just an ordinary medicine book?

But as he read it, after dozens of pages, he saw lines of detailed small words recorded deep in each page.

[Many people don’t have memories of three or four years old, and Awuyou, neither.]

【But unlike them, your memory does not disappear naturally like them, but is sealed.】

When Zhao Wujiang read this, his eyes flashed with shock and doubt.

It is normal to not have the memory of childhood. Most people don’t have it or can’t remember it carefully and only remember every bit.

So in his opinion, it was normal for him to not have memories of his childhood.

But he didn't expect that this memory would be sealed.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, and the deeper the frown. He seemed to remember something, the faint sound of the wind, the cry of the child, the worrying sob of the woman, the collision of iron tools...

[The person who seals your memory is your uncle, Zhao Shou I.]

[You are a sword, a unique sword.]

[Your sword energy is too vast and your sharpness is too strong.]

[But you were too young at that time, and your body and mind could not bear the sword energy.]

[In order to prevent your mind from being wiped out by the sword energy, my uncle used the Taiyi Xuan Needle to seal the memory of the sword in your mind.]

[You should not forget what happened later. My uncle taught you medical skills, Taiyi Xuan Needle, and the principles of being a human being.]

[Maybe it was eroded by the sword energy. You have been weak and sick since childhood. My uncle kept thinking, why don’t you stay in the palace and be an ordinary palace servant?

This is not a good thing for you.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed, his heart was overturned, and he remembered the prophecy of Jinhua Grandma in Wangzhou:

"The roots and bones are excellent, and the sword embryo is first forged, but be careful not to be treated as a sword envoy..."

Don't be treated as a sword envoy by others... Zhao Wujiang murmured. He felt that there was a puzzle in his mind that was about to be pieced together, as if there was a truth, something he had never noticed before was about to show him.

He fell into deep thought.

The empress looked sideways, took an ancient book and looked at Zhao Wujiang suspiciously.

Zhao Wujiang breathed a long sigh, his mind was a little confused. He did not think about it anymore, but continued to read the medicine book.

[Until one day, my uncle saw a person, a long-standing and familiar figure in Kyoto.]

[They have never let you go, and they don’t want to let us go!]

[A Wu, if one day you come to the world or touch the world, you must be careful of the people in the sword tomb!]

[The past is too complicated and my uncle cannot remember it on paper. Once someone is interested in it, you will be in danger.]

[Uncle has a decoction here, combined with Taiyi Xuan Needle, which can open the lock of your memory. You will know about the past...]

[One qian of Astragalus, one qian of Eucommia ulmoides, half a liang of nine dry, three qian of Yuzi Ren in ten years, extract the essence and grind it into powder...]

[Xuan Needle Puncture of the Vein Lingxu, Shenzang, Yunmen, Taiyi, Tianshu, Return, to Guanyuan, Shangda Shenque, Zigong, Xuanji]

[I feel that the end of my life has come, and I think about the past, and I have left behind, and I will cultivate you to adulthood without regrets.]

[Leave a will in the prescription for medicine.]

The huge amount of information and chaotic speculation made Zhao Wujiang feel ache in his mind. His eyes were solemn. Uncle San wanted him to be careful of the people in the sword tomb?

Why is this? They don’t want to let me go? Are they also from Jianzhong?

What exactly happened?

Is there really an answer in my childhood memory?

If the sword tomb is going to be bad for me, why don’t you come to find me?

Have you never discovered my identity?

Zhao Wujiang kept rubbing his eyebrows. Now that King Xiaoyao has not yet been removed, another hidden worry appears, and the oppression of both sides makes him sigh.

"Your Majesty, Little Li Zi is asking for a meeting." The night gradually became deeper, and the voice of inquiry came from outside the door.

The empress put down the ancient books and felt a little impatient. She was about to drink Little Little, but Zhao Wujiang sighed heavily:

"It's over here, let's serve you first?"

The empress was full of suspicion. What has come to this point? What happened?

But when she saw Zhao Wujiang's expression seemed to be worried, she did not refute.

......

I would like to ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

The east wind does not move to Zhao Lang, but only allows spring water to flow downward.

Zhao Wujiang cuts deep roots and shoots, Xiao Wanjun flows and gurgles fills the bed.

Xiao Wanjun was resentful and satisfied. Tonight's emperor was particularly singing and making it difficult for her to resist.

The empress was in the dark, and the sound of slapping was endless. She could feel the joy and satisfaction of Concubine Xiao Shu.

For the first time in the past when Zhao Wujiang was living with Wan Ji, her heart was quietly aching.
Chapter completed!