Now, the general will return to the city tomorrow, so won't he be dragged into the public eye to toast the civil and military officials of the court and talk about Yanmen Pass?
But now he is not even sure whether he is the general...
"It's just a gamble."
Qi Wu sighed heavily and stared deeply at the dumbfounded woman in front of him.
"I hope you are not a red apricot."
Will not go out of the wall.
Fang Zhe didn't understand why and didn't respond. Moreover, even after the discomfort in his stomach subsided, he was unwilling to look at the twisted man in the same room with him.
He felt the subtle changes in his mood, and vaguely remembered that the little doctor would say something when he was in this mood in the past...
"Bad luck." He said in a decent manner.
Qi Wu???
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he pretended not to hear anything, and said: "It's not an option for you and me to just stay here, why not search for any clues in this room that can prove your identity. If this room is searched...
I won’t be able to go out for a while, so you can go to the next room and inquire more carefully.”
Qi Wu was talking to himself softly, without caring whether the woman beside him heard it or not, and was already rummaging through the cabinets and various corners in the house.
Fang Zhe knew what he should do and began to explore various ornaments in the room.
"Just now the old servant of the housekeeper said that the letter should be passed on. Why was Ying's letter sent to one of his servants instead of the general's wife?"
"That old servant has some abilities or...this general's wife can't touch an eagle?"
Qi Wu wildly guessed at the man's every move in his mind, almost going through every detail since arriving in the secret realm, fearing that he might miss half of the ant's nest.
He walked to the dressing mirror in the room, looked at the few bottles of rouge and gouache on the dressing table, and doubted in his heart: "Don't all the ladies of wealthy families in the mortal world use wooden boxes to store all kinds of products?"
What kind of rouge? How come the general’s wife only has these few bottles of rouge?”
He opened the lid of the rouge, "The color is also a very ordinary color."
The next moment, he opened the ebony dresser next to the dressing table.
"Hiss-"
"this……"
"How come she only has five hairpins???"
Qi Wu took out the five simple and plain hairpins in the makeup package, and was extremely surprised.
The dossier is a mirror box for dressing up. For ordinary people such as high-ranking officials and noble ladies, the mirror box should contain gold and silver hairpins, jewelry and jade, with lifelike flowers, butterflies, moons and birds carved on it.
And there were only five hostas in the general's wife's dowry.
One is a bamboo pattern, the other is a hairspring pattern, the third is a cloud pattern, the fourth is a Tissot pattern, and the fifth is a wood straight pattern.
It can be said to be extremely simple. If the jade material of these hairpins were not transparent and shiny, and expensive, it would look like something belonging to an old woman.
"Is it possible that this general's wife is not easy to dress up? Her fun is not here, but where is it?"
Qi Wu suddenly thought of something, turned around and walked towards Fang Zhe, grabbed the woman's wrist suddenly, turned it over gently, lowered his head and looked at the man's hand carefully.
Fang Zhe:?
"The absence of thick calluses means that she is not a woman who likes to wield swords and guns."
"A woman who doesn't care about rouge, gouache, or even clothing will not show off her beauty to others. And the general's wife is very beautiful, so she must have more important things that require her to let others ignore her appearance."
"Ignore looks..."
"It's not Wu...could it be Wen???"
Qi Wu suddenly touched the woman's finger.
Fang Zhe:……
"Eh??? Sure enough, there are thin calluses on the knuckles." Qi Wu whispered in surprise.
This is a cocoon that comes from writing for a long time. This general's wife is really no ordinary woman.
Qi Wu now understood the direction, turned around and grabbed Fang Zhi who was groping for the vase, "Let's go to the study, where we will definitely know each other's identities."
He pulled hard and found that he didn't move.
Didn’t I become a strong man?
Fang Zhe looked at him indifferently, and then took out a thick stack of letters from the white-glazed vase in his hand.
"..."
Qi Wu touched his nose and naturally took the letter in the vase. The two of them sat at the table and opened the letter.
There are twenty-one of these letters in total, and most of the papers are yellowed and old, and the edges of the rough paper have moth-eaten holes.
Qi Wu gently opened a piece of paper facing him and couldn't help but hold his breath to read the words on it.
"In the spring of the fifteenth year of the Yun Dynasty, my father found a wife for me. He was a young general with a tall body, a tough face, and a strong temper. In recent years, he led troops to Yanmen Pass, and good news frequently came back to Kyoto. He was a popular hero.
Among the Liang family members, there are also relatives who are active in the battlefield and can be military officers and important ministers.
I am still studying my father's study of wood and earth, and I have gained a lot. I hope to become an official in the court. I have no brothers in the family, and I don't want to see the decline of the Li family from now on. How should I choose this marriage?"
At the bottom of this piece of paper, there is a cinnabar red letter that reads:
"God-given good luck, everything you wish for will come true."
The handwriting of this sentence is completely different from the ink above. Every stroke and every stroke is twisted and slanted, just like the writing of a child who is new to learning calligraphy.
Qi Wu frowned, raised his head and communicated with Fang Zhe: "My surname may be Liang, your surname may be Li."
Fang Zhe was also reading the letter. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him without responding.
"..."
Qi Wu pursed his lips and was about to read the next letter when a voice suddenly came.
"You, Liang Yue, and I, Li Xueqing."
Qi Wu raised his head suddenly and said in disbelief: "You found out first? How are you sure that I am Liang Yue and you are Li Xueqing?"
Fang Zhe's face was expressionless. He didn't know how to explain it. He just whispered in his heart why this person was so stupid.
He handed over the letter in his hand.
"In the autumn of the 19th year of the Yun Dynasty, Liang Yue came back from Yanmen Pass this time. There was a two-inch scar on his face at the end of his eyebrows. I heard that there was a man from a certain tribe in the foreign army who had excellent skills.
When fighting with him, he was grazed by a sneak attack arrow.
My father's book said that if the eyebrows are broken, it may be difficult to interact with others. Now that his status in the court has increased, he must not make enemies with others. But there is a way to get rid of this scar."
The cinnabar words at the bottom of the letter read: "Li Xueqing's wrist blood was donated to me, and it will be removed as a scar on the arm the next day."
Qi Wu lowered his head and looked at his arm. Sure enough, there was a two-inch scar on the inside of his upper arm, where a fellow human being could not scratch it.
There is also a scar on the square wrist, but it is too light and slender.
The lights were dim, and only when Qi Wu's lanterns shone their light could we see the scars on the woman's wrist that were lighter in color than the surrounding skin.
"I see... I am Liang Yue and you are Li Xueqing."
"Then... what is this person receiving offerings? A demon?"
Qi Wu suddenly tensed up. If his guess was accurate, then the two of them might be closely related to an evil cultivator or some kind of monster.
These letters... I'm afraid not all of them are written to "this person".
Li Xueqing communicates with "this person" by placing letters in a vase. What is this vase?
