"Ah Li," Xin Shun read the name, looked at the group of people going up the stairs, and said, "Ah Li?"
Cai Pengyi said diligently: "It was the Ah Li who came out halfway when I went to the capital with the general. Later, she turned the capital upside down and blocked Emperor Xuan Yan's chariot."
Xin Shun looked solemn, could it be her?
Cai Pengyi continued: "The situation was so chaotic that any child would be frightened, but she was not. She even took the initiative to attack the general and almost injured him. If she hadn't been there at that time, the general might have captured Zhao Ning!
"
Xin Shun heard the previous ones mentioned by Nie Huimo.
Xin Shun just listens to the sentence "take Zhao Ning" that follows.
If Zhao Ning was really so easy to deal with, would he still be Zhao Ning?
Cai Pengyi finally found a topic to communicate with Xin Shun. He seemed to be unable to stop talking and kept talking intermittently.
Xin Shun didn't answer a word, and looked at the stairs, not turning a page of the book in his hand.
Gradually, Cai Pengyi stopped and looked at the gentlest counselor next to Nie Huimo: "Fengcai, what are you thinking about?"
After a while of silence, Xin Shun looked at him lightly and said, "It's okay."
He lowered his head and continued reading while picking up the cold tea beside him.
Under the bright lights, the entire Tonglin West Street is shining brightly, like a microcosm of the prosperous dynasty.
Pair after pair of eyes lurking outside Ning'an Building were wondering what the carriages coming from the major merchant houses and markets were doing tonight.
At the Guiyuan Inn in the distance, many spies quietly entered through the back door. Some came from Ning'an Building, some from Dongping Academy, and some came from the north on horseback to deliver the latest military information.
A middle-aged man in poor clothes walked out of a dark corner. He peeked around the corner of the back alley before knocking on the door.
The guy who opened the door looked cold, looked at him up and down, recognized him and let him in.
The man followed the waiter into the yard, his neck almost hunched. When they came to ask for help in the afternoon, he didn't dare to look at them. Now he was even more panicked. He lowered his head and looked at the small bundle in his hand, his forehead was full of
Cold sweat oozed out.
There is a small side hall in the backyard that is not connected to the lobby in front. The man followed the waiter in and subconsciously looked inside. He heard the waiter say coldly: "Don't look around."
The man quickly lowered his head.
Following the waiter up the secret and narrow stairs, the second floor was slightly more spacious. The waiter knocked on the door outside the third room in the corridor, and the attendant who was extremely interested in Zhi Changle and Lao Tong opened the door.
"If you have any instructions, please give me my orders." The waiter said to his entourage.
The attendant nodded lightly and looked at the middle-aged man with a warm smile on his face: "You're back?"
His eyes fell on the small bundle held by the middle-aged man: "This is..."
"I found out the name," the middle-aged man lowered his head, "I returned it and even stole something."
The attendant's eyes darkened and he said, "Come in."
Three candles were lit in the room. The entourage asked the middle-aged man to sit down, went to the side to pour tea, and brought it to him personally and said, "I'm sorry, but has anyone noticed you?"
"That's not true." The middle-aged man put the bundle in his hand on the table and glanced at what the attendant was writing.
The middle-aged man didn't know a few words, but looking at the books on his desk, he must be a studious and enterprising person.
"You seem to be very nervous," the entourage said with a smile, "Don't be afraid. You are one of our people if you help us with things. As long as you keep your mouth shut, if there are other things that need someone to handle in Hengxiang in the future, we will definitely do it."
I think of you first."
The middle-aged man is really excited about such a huge reward.
After the attendant finished speaking, he opened the bag, picked up the things inside and flipped through it, his eyebrows raised high.
"He's actually a wanted criminal for murder and arson?!" the attendant said in surprise.
"What wanted criminal?" the middle-aged man said with a guilty conscience, "I can't read. I saw that they hid this thing deeply, and they also had this blood-stained suit, so I took advantage of it and brought it back."
Sui never spoke, but glanced quickly at the book in his hand, and then at the bloody clothes in the bundle.
The bloodstains on the bloody clothes are very old and have been worn for many years.
The same is true for the words on the book, and the paper is yellowed and curled.
I don't know who wrote it. The handwriting is clear and neat, and they are said to be the people killed in Pinghe in the 17th year of Xuanyuan.
Most of the critical words on this page have been heavily crossed out and written with the word "shit" in a crooked way.
On another page, a third handwriting appeared, also crooked, which read: "Can't the evil man be killed? To do justice for God, the evil man should be punished!"
There are three kinds of handwriting, three different shades of ink, but they are all very old, having been used for a few years.
"Pinghe," the attendant whispered, "I feel so familiar."
"Pinghe," the middle-aged man couldn't help but say after hearing this, "it's a place name, in the southwest of Tongdu."
The attendant looked at him lightly, and the middle-aged man immediately choked up and did not dare to answer any more.
Yes, the entourage remembered that there was someone from Pinghe beside them, and he would ask about the case later.
He put away his things and asked, "Can you find out anything else?"
Seeing that he was not suspicious at all, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, I asked the innkeeper about it and said that they were very strange. They kept asking about the government affairs as soon as they arrived. In addition to the government offices, they also asked about the Duwei Mansion in the south of the city.
He Hengxiang guards the place."
"Inquiring about government affairs?" the attendant said with a frown.
"Yes!"
The attendant nodded, his expression solemn.
"Sir, don't worry about this," the middle-aged man continued, "I spent a small amount of money when I asked the innkeeper about it, so they wouldn't talk nonsense in front of those two people."
"I know." The attendant said calmly.
The middle-aged man stopped talking and waited obediently for him to speak. At the same time, he quietly looked at the baggage and then back at the follower's face.
He watched the girl write on this booklet one by one. The yellowed paper was white and brand-new. She poured tea evenly on it, dipped it in some special medicinal powder, and the corners were slightly wrinkled.
, and then steamed to dryness.
He was worried all the way carrying this baggage, but looking at the appearance of his entourage, he didn't seem to have any doubts.
The follower didn't know what he was thinking. He was quiet for a while, then stood up and said, "Go back. No one can tell what happened today. The money will be sent to your home tomorrow, but remember not to show off your wealth. If anyone knows that you have made a fortune,
A small fortune will bring a lot of trouble later."
"Yes, yes, the little one knows!"
"I'm referring to the trouble you're going to encounter." The follower gave a serious warning.
The middle-aged man nodded and bowed, saying yes again and again.
The attendant waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
