"Look carefully. Is the style in the letter the same as Ziyuan's usual letter writing style?" Lu Ming asked.
"How can I tell that she has never written to me?" Yuan Mingzhu pouted and said, obviously unhappy. It stands to reason that Yuan Ziyuan's first letter should be written to her, but it ended up being three letters.
, not a single letter was written to her.
Lu Ming immediately realized, yes, why didn't Yuan Ziyuan write a letter to Yuan Mingzhu? Was it because he was afraid of implicating her?
"Then take a good look at it. Is Ziyuan's tone in the letter the same as usual?" Lu Ming said.
"What do you mean?" Yuan Mingzhu's heart sank a little.
"No, I don't mean anything. I just want to know why she didn't come back. I just wrote letters. I never heard that she likes to travel around." Lu Ming said quickly.
"You mean she is in danger? But this letter is indeed her handwriting, it is unmistakable, and she seems to be quite comfortable with the meaning of the letter." Yuan Mingzhu's willow eyebrows have curved into a crescent moon.
"You and Ziyuan are biological sisters. We should have telepathy. Since you think it's okay, it must be okay. It seems like she has to travel all over the mountains before coming back." Lu Mingqiang said with a smile.
If there is anything strange about this letter, it is that it does not mention a word about Sheng Muyi or Yuan Mingzhu. If Sheng Muyi is with her, she must send a few words to her family, not to mention that the letter is sent to
A virtuous one.
What does this mean?
At least it can be shown that Yuan Ziyuan knew that Sheng Muyi had run away. Whether they ran away together or went their separate ways, not mentioning Yuan Mingzhu was of course to protect her.
The calmness reflected in the letter was of course a disguise. Ziyuan was the most scheming of the girls Lu Ming had ever seen, which was in sharp contrast to Mingzhu.
"Since Yuan Ziyuan can send three letters back, it means that she is safe and sound. Sister Mingzhu, don't worry." Zhang Ziyang advised him.
Of course he could see something was wrong, but he didn't want Mingzhu to worry.
"I still want to find her, but I can't feel at peace if I can't see her." Mingzhu said, wrinkling her small nose.
"Uncle Sheng has already contacted the police, gang leaders and business celebrities in Lushan and Tai'an, asking them to help find Ziyuan, and escort her back to Shanghai after finding her. This method is much more effective than us running to find her."
"Really?" Yuan Mingzhu became happy. After all, her sister was the daughter-in-law of the Sheng family, and the Sheng family would not ignore her.
"Of course it's true, I recorded the message myself." Lu Ming said with a smile.
Yuan Mingzhu has nothing to worry about. As long as Sheng Youde is willing to come forward, this matter will become clear.
The three of them relaxed and went home after eating and drinking.
The next morning, Lu Ming went to the photo studio to get the film and the developed photos. He then looked at the photos again and again, but still couldn't see anything unusual.
Sheng Youde said that the layout and furnishings of the room were the same as before Sheng Muyi's accident. Except for the "New Youth" magazine, the camera and several new films, there was nothing unusual.
"Sir, why are you taking these photos?" The person in the photo studio was very puzzled.
The photo is of a lady's boudoir. There is nothing special about it. Why did she shoot it from front to back and left to right? Film was very expensive at that time. If you use expensive film to take such a photo, wouldn't it mean that you have too much money and no place to spend it?
"Oh, I just started learning photography. I took a few indoor photos to practice." Lu Ming said perfunctorily.
"Which lady's boudoir is this? It's decorated like a fairy's residence." The waiter said with envy.
Lu Ming ignored him, packed up the negatives and photos and walked out of the photo studio.
Suddenly he saw a familiar figure walking in front of the photo studio. He took two hurried steps and shouted: "Kenta-kun, why are you here?"
When Qiantian heard his voice, he stopped, bowed and smiled: "What a coincidence, I met Lu Sang here."
"What a coincidence. I'm here to develop some photos. I rarely come to this area. It's far away from your consulate and there's no scenery to see. Why did you come here?"
"Hi, I went out to do some errands. I just finished the work and took a walk on the street. I didn't want to go back right away." Qiantian smiled, then blinked.
Lu Ming also saw that Qian Tian was followed by several tails.
"Then let's find a place to have a drink?" Lu Ming invited.
"Drinking? It's too early." Qian Tian smiled.
It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and it was indeed too early to drink.
"It's a rare chance meeting. Let's have a few drinks. It doesn't matter whether it's early or late." Lu Ming warmly invited.
"Okay, since Lu Sang is so interested, I just want to accompany you."
This place is close to the British Concession. The two of them found a restaurant in the British Concession. They only wanted a bottle of Scotch whiskey and nothing else. They poured two glasses and started drinking.
The hotel waiter was a little confused looking at these two strange guests. Even drunkards rarely drink at this time. Generally, drunkards are still drunk at this time.
"Has Mr. Benzhuang Fan gone back?" Lu Mingruo asked intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's been many days since he came back to Shanghai. He came to Shanghai for nothing. It seems he just wanted to see your old Mr. Zheng." Qiantian said with a smile.
"You traveled so far just to meet someone, and he was a hermit?" Lu Ming felt that this didn't make sense at all.
"I don't know the details. You know that our people at the consulate are not dealing with them. They will not tell us what they are doing."
"So, your consulate is really not as good as Manchuria in collecting intelligence." Lu Ming chuckled.
"Who said that? We are not vegetarians. We actually found out some inside information through various channels." Qiantian said with a proud smile.
"How to say?"
Qian Tian looked around to make sure there was no one else in the tavern. He leaned over and said in Lu Ming's ear, "I heard that there are a group of people in China who want to take your Emperor Xuantong to Japan to raise him, but your
Emperor Xuantong was hesitant, and the main purpose of my visit to Shanghai was to ask Mr. Zheng to persuade the emperor to abdicate."
"Are they so kind?" Lu Ming wondered.
"Good intentions? Who knows. Let me tell you, we are also trying to prevent this." Qian Tian said mysteriously.
"Why stop?"
"This group of people want to make a fuss about your Emperor Xuantong, which will obviously affect Sino-Japanese relations." Qiantian said with a smile.
Lu Ming somewhat understood. This was just like when Cao Cao kidnapped the Han Emperor. But Xuantong had abdicated. Now he is just an ordinary person, hiding in Tianjin as an apartment. He heard that life was a bit difficult, and he was brought out of the palace by selling pawns.
Making a living from antique calligraphy and painting.
Do the Japanese want to create a modern version of holding the emperor hostage to order the princes?
Are they not that stupid? Don’t they know that Xuantong has no appeal at all?
However, this is also a very noteworthy trend, and we need to go back and study it carefully.
"By the way, is there a person named Pu Zhenchang hiding in your consulate?" Lu Ming asked again.
"Why are you asking about him?" Qiantian asked with some vigilance.
"This bastard betrayed several of my friends. I want to give him a good beating to vent my anger." Lu Ming said with a smile.