"What year was it?" Zhu Guangxiao said in a deep voice.

"Guangxiao, today you are obviously not as smart as Tingfeng. In previous years, there were so many people. After the founding of the country for 600 years, if you want to find the correct almanac, Zhou Min is not that stupid. Since it is not this year's almanac, I guess that almanac has some unusual significance for him.

"Of course, the almanac will not have any special significance, but there are years, such as the date of birth, the day of wedding, etc. If you guess correctly, it should be the almanac from fourteen years ago.

"Because that was the beginning of Zhou Min's appointment to Yunzhou."

The old almanac of fourteen years ago was gone this time, and only the yamen and the bookstore still remained. In order to keep a low profile, Song Tingfeng did not look for the yamen, but went to the bookstore.

In the short time of a cup of tea, he rode his horse and returned with the old almanac.

Xu Qi'an found paper and pen and spread it on the table. Thinking that his words were difficult to enter the elegant hall, he pushed Zhu Guangxiao to act as a sword and pen official.

They used the previous method to decrypt the code using the "what word" method, but found that it was still wrong, and the copied word "Niuta" was wrong.

Next, the "page counting method" is adopted. Page 162 is May 12, which is suitable for opening the market, getting married, entering the house, and traveling.

Taboos: pray for blessings, opening warehouses, and digging wells.

"Open the market!" Xu Qi'an captured the key information, "It should be that we should go to the black market after opening the market at night."

His statement was recognized by Song Tingfeng.

Next is the second set of codes: Sanbaisishishiqisiyiyi2

Xu Qi'an turned to page 347. The date of this page was January 15. He glanced at the calendar of that day, and finally realized it suddenly, and suddenly realized it and said:

"I see!

"One hundred and sixty-two and three hundred and forty-seven refer to the number of pages, four, one and two refer to the number of words. Tingfeng, what are the 4th, 1st, and 2nd words on this page? "

Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and said, "Ding 15..."

Thinking of the message the postman just said, he blurted out: "Hei Market Shop, No. 15?"

The puzzle has finally been solved...

Xu Qi'an and Song Tingfeng felt relieved, leaned against the chair and let out a long breath.

Zhu Guangxiao also put down his pen and felt relaxed all over.

Xu Qi'an walked to the table, looked closely, and said in a shocked expression: "Guangxiao, the words you wrote are so ugly."

Song Tingfeng ran over to join in the fun, and then shouted: "I can't catch you, I can't catch you..."

Zhu Guangxiao was dissatisfied: "The words you wrote are very good?"

Song Tingfeng said arrogantly: "My calligraphy is no worse than that of scholars. When I was a child, I saved money to buy paper and ink to practice calligraphy."

Xu Qi'an said: "When I was a child, my family was poor. In order to practice calligraphy, I used a brush dipped in water to practice calligraphy in the yard. I practiced it for twenty years."

Zhu Guangxiao glanced at them suspiciously and handed over the pen: "Then you write a few for me."

Xu Qi'an and Song Tingfeng turned around tacitly, holding each other's arms:

"I'm leaving, go back to my room to rest. Calligraphy is not for show off."

"I think so, too."

Looking at the two of them leaving, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth and looked down at his calligraphy. He secretly decided that he would start practicing calligraphy hard in the future and not be behind them in this small team.

Back in the room, Xu Qi'an took off his shoes and went to bed to meditate to ensure that he was in good condition when he went to the black market at night.

Perhaps his brain was too tired, and he had not entered the state for a long time, and his thoughts were uncontrollably diverging and difficult to confine.

...... Calculate the time, Huaiqing and Lin'an are almost receiving my letter... I hope that the letter can turn Huaiqing into joy, although I don't know where I offended her... The silly girl must be very touched. She is better flirting than Chu Caiwei, a foodie who has not yet had a love affair...

As for whether the two princesses would communicate letters privately or be seen by people other than them, Xu Qi'an thought it was impossible.

First, Huaiqing and Lin'an had a bad relationship, so there was absolutely no possibility of exchanging letters. Moreover, the letters he wrote were a bit ambiguous. Girls of this era were shameless and could not tell others such letters.

Second, Huaiqing and mount are both mature princesses, who are mature enough to be able to conceive and have the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The emperor and concubines will not interfere, and others dare not dismantle the princess' letters privately.

There is almost no possibility of exposure of his little gong writing ambiguous letters to the two princesses.

Gradually, Xu Qi'an entered a visual state.
Chapter completed!