Then, she sharpened the hard end of the dagger into a beveled tip, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote steadily on the cloth, writing and drawing.
She writes with energy and paints very quickly.
Han Changmu was surprised, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be stunned.
What Yao Yao drew was exactly the crossbow manufacturing diagram that Wang Wu brought out. It was just drawn on a piece of cloth. It was much smaller than the one drawn on paper. Each picture was only about the size of a palm, and it was arranged on the piece of cloth. Neatly.
He frowned tightly and gestured with another blank piece of cloth on his body, confused: "Are you going to sew it into your clothes?"
Yao Yao did not raise his head and responded in a low voice: "Yes, if such a thick stack of atlases fell into the hands of others, it would be a disaster. It would be better to sew it into clothes and carry it with you."
Han Changmu picked up a piece of chicken feather, touched the tip of his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You have so many weird ways, how could you think of using chicken feathers to draw, and even sharpened it with a dagger, how could you draw such a small picture?" ."
He secretly admired that with such a good method, he would be able to make secret messages more sophisticated in the future. Perhaps because of this, he would be able to find a more secretive and reliable method of transmitting messages.
Yao Yao painted with great concentration and blurted out without thinking: "This was invented by the Romans."
"Romans." Han Changmu was stunned. He went through it in his mind and was sure that he had never heard of this person. He asked himself that he was considered knowledgeable and could not help but frown and asked, "Why haven't I heard of this person?" Over the Romans.”
Yao Yao's face changed, and then he realized that he had let slip the truth, and he hesitated to cover up: "That's right, the Romans, they are a small country in the Western Regions. They seemed to have been destroyed a hundred years ago." She laughed. : "Young Master has never heard of it, it's normal."
Han Changmu took a deep look at Yao Yao. He had long been accustomed to her serious nonsense. He did not expose it, but turned around and went back to the room. He brought a stack of pictures and two Chinese coats of similar texture and put them on the desk. Go up and say calmly: "Draw two sets."
Yao Yao choked and let out a long, depressed sigh.
Fascist or Huang Shiren? This is it.
Before he finished sighing, Han Changmu continued to threaten Yao Yao: "After you finish the painting, sew it into my clothes."
Yao Yao was stunned.
She asked with a confused look on her face: "Sir, which piece of clothing do you want to sew it into?"
Han Changmu shook the middle coat with a sandwich and half-smiled: "Just this one, it can be sewn into the sandwich, which is more secure."
Yao Yao was completely speechless: "Master, this is a middle coat, it is worn close to the body. I am a girl, so it is not appropriate for me to sew this for you."
Han Changmu continued to smile half-heartedly: "Among us, you are the only girl who can sew, so just make do with it. I don't mind your poor skills."
Yao Yao snorted and muttered: "But I dislike you."
Han Changmu smiled: "What did you say?"
Yao Yao hurriedly pursed his lips and shook his head quickly.
She is not a serious ancient person who was born and raised. She wears the skin of an ancient person, but she still has the heart of a modern person inside.
With her, the defense of men and women is not so untouchable.
Isn't it just sewing a middle coat? In her opinion, the middle coat is the autumn clothes of the previous life, and it is not sewing the underwear of the previous life. What is there to be afraid of?
She narrowed her eyes and smiled jokingly: "As long as you dare to wear it, I will sew it."
Han Changmu laughed with rare shamelessness: "As long as you dare to sew, I dare to wear it."
Yao Yao curled his lips and thought to himself.
She must leave a few needles in her coat and stab him to death.
Han Changmu didn't know what he thought of, and his smile gradually solidified, with a heavy expression on his face: "A Yao, you must not let any third person know about the fact that you have a photographic memory of the map. Except for me."
Yao Yao looked serious and nodded: "I know, I understand the reason why holding a bi is a crime."
Han Changmu regained his composure, as if he was not the one who was so shameless and forced the girl to make him a coat.
He nodded slightly: "You lock the door, I'll go to Xu Xiangli's place to find out if there is any situation with Yang Youzi and his party. If everything goes well, we should set off the day after tomorrow."
Yao Yao's needlework paused for a moment.
Entering Mohe Yanqi, she had to make some preparations.
The night was dark, the streets were silent, and the wind blew leaves all over the ground.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and people who are afraid of the cold don't care about saving firewood. They light up the kang one after another, making the house warm and cozy.
The third courtyard of Tianshui Lane in Dunhuang City was dark, the house was brightly lit, Hu Nu was guarding the gatehouse, and the Silla maid stayed in the main room to serve.
The big kang in the room was burning warm, and he was sitting on the edge of the kang, with a snow-white footwear stitched on his hand. The blue auspicious cloud pattern had begun to take shape.
Muchun walked in with heavy steps and saw the gentleness in his eyes under the shadow of the lamp. He was startled. He subconsciously turned on the wick and burned a few more candles. He said with a calm face: "It's late at night. Light more lamps and be careful to hurt your eyes."
Whispering raised her head, jumped off the big kang, poured tea and handed it to Muchun, with a gentle smile: "I'm back, it's time for dinner. I'm still heating the soup on the stove. Do you want a bowl?"
Muchun held the whirling hand, her eyes flashed, and she said "ok".
Po Sa hurriedly ordered the Silla maid: "Go and heat up the soup on the stove. I have something to say with you. If you don't say hello, don't come over."
Silla's maid gave a low response, lowered her head and retreated.
Whispering gently and tenderly served Mu Chun to change clothes, and whispered: "What do you want to tell me about?"
Muchun raised his eyes and cast his gaze on the face of Po Sao. Originally, he and Po Sao were just playing each other, but after getting along for several months, the play turned into a true love.
He didn't want to hurt her and wanted to stay with her forever.
He pulled her to sit down on the kang and said calmly: "The Fifth Beacon was attacked by Turks. I think there is another plot behind this matter. Wang Cong seems to know something, but he will not tell me."
Posuo thought for a while and said gently: "I understand, I will go and inquire about this matter."
Muchun said calmly: "Safety is the most important thing, there is no need to force it."
His dancing green eyes flashed, and he smiled gratefully: "Don't worry, I will be careful."
In the morning, the sky is bright and the sun shines through the withered and twisted poplar trees, making it slightly cool.
The mud in front of the fifth beacon has dried up, and there are traces of black and purple blood in the yellow sand and dust. There are large areas of charred black in the distance, stained with black hair.
After being washed away by the rain, the traces after the war penetrated deep into the ground, showing no signs of diminishing. It was still so shocking that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.
The group of people named Kang Sabao had already rested. After this incident, they were all quite frightened and did not dare to leave Fifth Feng at will. They could only rest temporarily in the wine shop and spend the days restlessly.
As expected, the mute woman and the old man disappeared completely, and never appeared again, as if they had never appeared before.
Although Mr. Sabao, surnamed Kang, was also suspicious, his own life was obviously more important, so he did not ask any further questions.
Perhaps it was because Mr. Kang, like Helian Wenyuan, was a foreigner, and he seemed to have a natural affinity with Helian Wenyuan. During the two days of detoxification, Helian Wenyuan went in and out to take care of them, and the two of them The place is very familiar.
On the morning after the war, calmness was rare and precious. A group of people in the wine shop moved their food to the courtyard. They all held sea bowls bigger than their faces and ate the hot mutton soup cakes with big mouthfuls.
This sheep was originally kept in the backyard and was prepared to be slaughtered during the Chinese New Year.
But after this battle, the owner of the wine shop still killed the sheep and cooked mutton soup cakes to comfort these people and his children.
Mr. Kang ate the soup cake absent-mindedly. He had been worried for these days and couldn't eat anymore. In just a few days, many vertical and horizontal wrinkles were added to his chubby and smooth face. When he opened his mouth, he sighed. A chubby hand patted Helian Wenyuan on the shoulder: "Brother Helian, do you think this Turk should go away?"
Helian Wenyuan was also frightened. He thought he was going to lose his life after being besieged by the Turks for two days. He regretted taking this job. His face turned blue and his mouth was full of bitterness: "I guess, let's go. Listen. There's nothing going on outside." He paused: "If we don't leave here, we will be trapped and die here."
Seeing the garrison coming in, Mr. Kang quickly stopped a kind-looking garrison and asked politely: "Master, I wonder if all the Turks outside have left."
The garrison was a little impatient, so he picked up a bottle of wine and left, saying two words with an unlucky look on his face: "Leave."
Mr. Kang was overjoyed. He ate a few mouthfuls of soup cakes and sighed with a melancholy look on his face: "Brother Helian, when will you set off?"
Helian Wenyuan shook his head: "It depends on the young master."
Mr. Kang came closer to Helian Wenyuan and whispered mysteriously: "Who is that Mr. Han? I used to think that they were all Lianjiazi like you, but this time the Turks attacked, they all When they went out to fight, I looked at them like they were marching in the army."
How dare Helian Wenyuan talk about Han Changmu's right and wrong now? It's too late to hide.
He had originally thought that Han Changmu was just a dandy from some family. He had some money and some skills. He got tired of staying in Chang'an City and just came out to relax.
But after this incident, he finally understood that any kid who was raised by a rich family would be able to go to the battlefield with real swords and weapons, and be praised as a pillar of the country if he could talk on paper.
These people were definitely not as simple as he thought at first. It was better not to listen and not ask about their rights and wrongs to ensure their safety.
He slowly shook his head: "I am just a guide. The young master hired me with money, and I just walked with them. I didn't ask much about anything else."
Mr. Kang didn't really want to know about Han Changmu's origins. He just wanted to use more tricks to see if he could find a way to stay safe with them.
