Zinian looked at Ruyi sadly, why could she have a beautiful profile, a flat belly and a slender waist... Why could she have all the love of General Qin...
Why...
This vicious gaze penetrated the air and pierced Ruyi's body. Ruyi felt something, looked sideways, and saw a bunch of malicious eyes in the crack of the door that was about to close.
"Bang" the door closed. Then there was the sound of Zinian's footsteps leaving.
The prince sat upright and asked, "What happened? Why do you look like this?"
Qin Xiao handed all the scrolls that had been dug out from the body of the Rongzhu spies to the prince. The prince looked at them and his expression became solemn: "How did you get these things?"
Qin Xiao then told the news about the sale of the spies and the quartermaster in detail.
"Bastard!" The prince was furious and slapped the coffee table beside him, knocking over a full bowl of tea. The silence in the hall made the sound of the cup and bowl overturned particularly harsh.
Ruyi stepped forward and pointed to one of the notes and said: "Father, please don't be angry. Let's take a look at this piece of paper. No matter how big or small the information written on the other pieces of paper is, at least it can be read and understood.
.Only this one has no preface and follow-up, and I have no idea what the person who wrote the note is trying to say.”
"The moon is at your head and the fire is cooking pig's feet - you need to step on your heels." The prince recited it silently several times, feeling that this sentence was extremely difficult to pronounce. Literally speaking, it felt like a recipe for cooking, but it was impossible.
It was Rongzhuren who thought the food in China was delicious and wanted to learn some secret dishes.
This scroll of paper seemed so out of place among all the secrets. Not only the content written on it, but also the fonts on the paper were surprising. Every stroke was written with indifference, and the handwriting was very neat, so...
He remains calm in the face of danger. This proves that the author must be a well-educated person who has practiced calligraphy, and it also shows that person's peaceful mentality.
Chu Ao is well-read and talented, and is a well-known talent in Jimo City. Ruyi poked the note under Chu Ao's nose: "Brother, do you want to see what this note means? Is that possible?
Is it some kind of riddle or limerick? You can probably guess the meaning of the pork trotters cooked under the moon mentioned earlier, but I really don’t know what the word "巷践" means at the end. It feels like the word "异赵" is
The key to cracking it.”
"Tip your heels...Tip your heels." Chu Ao turned these two words over and over and recited them several times, but he still couldn't figure out the reason. He said honestly: "These two words mean 'to stand on tiptoes,' but
If you put this meaning into a sentence, it would be a little unreasonable. The key to cooking pig's feet is to stand on tiptoes... Will the pig's feet cooked on tiptoes be more fragrant? Sorry, I really don't know and can't help.
What's the matter?"
Wangchen, who was staring silently aside, suddenly said: "These two words sound very familiar. How are they written?" He came close to Chu Ao and lowered his head to check the words on the note.
As he looked at it, he suddenly became happy: "I know this word! When I was in Yunshan Mountain, Master had a large room of books. I didn't like to read many of them. I only liked to read some classics such as China's Strange Tales. One of them
This book is my favorite. It records some strange things and monsters that happened in the four seas."
Ruyi is unclear: "Senior brother, what do you want to say?"