The sentences that Dance Horse had adjusted fell on the paper. Yu Wen Jianxue and Liu Wenjing got together, comparing the two sentences before and after, and read them several times.
Liu Wenjing then said: "Wu Langjun is the best, he understands the doorways here so clearly."
"This letter is written by the Tang family's eldest son,"
Yuwen Jianxue said: "If the meaning in the letter is really as written by Mr. Wu Lang, it can be seen that the Tang family's eldest man is also knowledgeable, and his style is no less than that of Erlang."
"I don't know what the style and style are," Liu Wenjing said: "But when it comes to chicken thieves, the Tang family's eldest man must be far better than the Tang family's Erlang, and he is even not much different from Wu Langjun, the hermit master in our chicken thief world."
The dancing horse cupped his hands and said: "Mistakes, praises, praises."
"I'm not complimenting you,"
Yu Wen Jianxue rolled her eyes at him angrily, and asked Liu Wenjing, "Brother, what did you see? Can you stop being like some people who pretend to be mysterious and annoying?"
It had been half a day since Liu Wenjing lost the honorable title of master in front of Yu Wen Jianxue. Now she is gradually getting used to it. Instead, she feels that her brother is better. This will save her from the embarrassment of expelling her from her master in the future, so she simply agreed and said with a smile:
"Miss Yuwen, you don't understand the knowledge here."
Liu Wenjing pointed to the sentence on the paper, "Think carefully about what Mr. Wu Lang said just now."
Qingxia turned around and thought for a moment, then blushed and said, "Is this word pronounced "quiet"?
"Next sentence!"
"I remember," Qingxia said, "What Mr. Wu Lang said is that the order of these words needs to be adjusted."
Liu Wenjing said: "You remember wrongly. What Mr. Wu Lang said is that the order of these words can be adjusted. A difference of one word can make a huge difference——
What Wu Langjun means is: the order of these characters can be adjusted or not."
Yuwen Jianxue suddenly raised his head,
"This brother means, no, Mr. Wu Lang means,"
Liu Wenjing has already talked about this. If the Yuwen family still doesn't understand, I'm afraid there will be no room for communication between her and the two people in front of her.
"The secret language in the letter from the Tang family deliberately left these two possibilities open? Isn't this too cruel?"
Qingxia was confused after hearing this. She looked at the dancing horse, Yuwen Jianxue, and Liu Wenjing:
"Can you speak human language?"
Wu Ma looked at her with some amusement, but Liu Wenjing came to be a good old man.
"Miss Qingxia, think about it, the code in this letter is so hidden, how can any ordinary person see it?
If there are no ancestors in the world of chicken thieves among us, I am afraid we will definitely fall into the trap set by the Turks."
Qingxia seemed a little stupid, but Liu Wenjing should have understood: "What you mean is that the Tang family's elder brother sent this letter with the intention of letting us see that there is a problem."
Yuwen Jianxue took the letter and read it over and over again. She understood the literal meaning and the code behind it. However,
"I don't understand his intention of doing this."
"You are still young. Although you are very smart, you still have little experience in the world."
Liu Wenjing sneered and said: "What else could it be for? I guess the Tang family's eldest son probably reached some kind of agreement with the Turks to deceive us into the tiger's mouth, so that the Turks can put him back."
Yuwen Jianxue said: "Then there's no need to leave any code words in the letter?"
"Leave a secret message to clear your name."
It was Wu Ma who said this, "Otherwise, how should they explain it when they return to Jinyang City - in order to survive, they just betrayed a few young disciples, and there is no need to make a fuss?"
Liu Wenjing smiled and said: "After leaving a secret message, you can say: 'The situation was critical, the knife was on the neck, and I had no choice but to write this letter, in order to let Aye understand that the children were determined to die'..."
Yuwen Jianxue felt a chill running down her spine, but she still refused to believe it. She glanced at the paper on which she was writing, and said:
"This can't be explained. Are there two possibilities for code words?"
"Why can't be explained,"
This time even Qingxia understood, "This Tang family man is probably worried that there really is some kind of thief. He saw through the code in the letter. He knew that going out to save people was a trap and refused to go out. This is not true."
——
'The slaves have fallen into the trap and have been captured. I hope that Ayemo will delay the important event of raising the army.'
He didn’t mention the fact that he fell into the trap at all, so we still need to rescue him.”
Yuwen Jianxue gradually cleared her mind and felt that it was unimaginable how evil human nature could be, so she asked with some persistence:
"Making a deal with the Turks - how can the Tang family be so confident that the Turks will let them go after the deal is done?"
Wu Ma said: "I am a swordsman for you and a fish for me. If you try, you may not be able to do it, but if you don't try, you will definitely not do it."
As he spoke, he suddenly stretched and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
"Don't think too badly of the Tang family's elder brother - holding the knife to your neck can only get the best result for yourself. If I were him, I would probably do the same."
None of them expected Wu Ma to say such words, and they all looked at him blankly.
But Wu Ma said: "Look what I do - maybe what I do is even more ruthless than him."
After a long while, Yuwen Jianxue said: "No, I believe you won't."
Wu Ma put down his arms and yawned, "I don't believe it myself anyway."
Yuwen Jianxue stood in front of him, about to say something.
"You two, stop playing riddles," Qingxia said at the side: "Wu Langjun, what Mr. Liu just said is so convoluted, did you think of it early on?"
"No,"
Wu Ma scratched his head, "I only came up with one kind of code word. The rest of the things behind are all made by Brother Zhaoren and have nothing to do with me."
"I'll go, you thief,"
Liu Wenjing pulled his sleeve, "It's too late to take it out now - you already knew that Da Lang and the others were caught, this place is full of traps, why did you run out to die?"