"Your Highness, Your Highness, I thought I would never see you again, Your Highness." Miserable cries came from the lobby downstairs.
Not long after Zhou Wuhen left, Yao Yao and others came back, bringing back several old cars and a man with a haggard and downcast face.
The man had an unshaven beard and a face full of vicissitudes of life. As soon as he entered the door, he hugged Xie Mengxia's thigh and howled with snot and tears.
Xie Mengxia had a face of embarrassment and disgust. She originally planned to scold him as a fool, an idiot, and a useless piece of shit. But when she saw him howling like this, she had no choice but to swallow back all the curse words.
The high cart was pulled into the backyard of the inn, and Meng Suigai whispered back: "Master, those places are all empty. The money probably hasn't been shipped out yet. We caught two guards and took the rest." I have brought back everything I have, and I have also brought back His Highness the King of Han’s substitute.”
The empty building was something that Han Changmu expected. He never thought that in just a short period of time, he would be able to wipe out all the Four Holy Sects that had been operating for decades and uproot them. He would be able to find the remaining salary and get some of the Four Saints. In the case of the Holy Religion, finding out the clues about the robbery of salary would be considered a worthwhile trip.
Since the entrance to the Four Saints Church in Luntai City was temporarily dormant, if he continued to investigate, he would only find nothing, so there was no need to stay any longer.
He rubbed his brows, cleared his thoughts, and said calmly: "Repair for a few days and replenish some food and grass. We will go back to Fifth Beacon to dispose of the bones, and then go to Yumen Pass."
Meng Suigai hesitated for a moment: "Master, haven't you already recovered part of the lost salary? Why don't you just go back to Beijing and resume your life?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips and looked coldly: "There are some things that still need to be confirmed."
Meng Sui said from the other side: "Master, what should we do with those people who were captured?"
Han Changmu raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Keep it locked for now, and take it with you when you leave."
Meng Suige lowered his head and turned around to deal with it.
After this incident, the Four Holy Sects in Luntai City seemed to have disappeared overnight, or as if they had never appeared before, with no trace left.
Han Changmu rested for half a day. When he had lunch, he didn't see Yao Yao coming downstairs to eat. He sighed and took the food upstairs on an ebony tray.
"Why don't you go down and eat." He put the tray on the food table and sighed heavily when he saw that Yao Yao's face was a little pale and his eyes were sunken and dull.
Yao Yao covered his mouth and yawned, and said impatiently: "I'm not hungry."
Han Changmu advised in a good-tempered way: "You should eat something even if you are not hungry. Your internal energy has been consumed too much. How can you recover by sleeping alone?"
Yao Yao gave a stiff hum, took the mutton soup cake, and ate it dully.
The room was extremely quiet, awkwardly quiet, making people feel on pins and needles.
Han Changmu coughed lightly and said gently: "The wind and snow have been too heavy these days. Let's set off when the wind and snow stops."
The bamboo chopsticks paused for a moment, and Yao Yao looked out the window expressionlessly. Heavy snow had been falling all day and night, and the sky was still very gloomy.
She pursed her lips. With such snow and such weather, I'm afraid it won't stop for three to five days.
She said nothing and continued to eat the soup cake.
Han Changmu was not used to such a silent and stiff Yao Yao. He felt that she should always be lively and charming. He rubbed his brows distressedly and continued: "A Yao, it's my fault. I shouldn't have told you. , and brought Qing Qian back."
Before he finished speaking, Yao Yao put down his bamboo chopsticks with a snap and said, "You've finished eating. Please take it down, sir."
"There's no rush." Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, realizing that Yao Yao didn't want to mention this matter anymore. He took out Zhou Wuhen's confession from his sleeve and handed it to Yao Yao: "Take a look."
Yao Yao looked at it expressionlessly at first. As she watched, her face gradually became serious. As she read each word, her hands trembled slightly and she murmured on her lips: "What does this mean?"
Han Changmu held Yao Yao's hand and felt that it was cold, biting to the bone. He whispered gently: "Don't panic. Although the key is the same as your tattoo, it doesn't mean anything. According to Zhou Wuhen, Many people who escaped from Prince Huaizhang's house had such marks on their bodies. Later, in order to show their eternal loyalty to Prince Huaizhang, they would also leave the same mark on their children and descendants."
Yao Yao nodded. If you put it this way, then this tattoo cannot prove anything.
But Han Changmu himself felt extremely guilty. His words were just made up for the sake of An Yaoyao's heart. Zhou Wuhen's original words were that this mark is the blood mark of Prince Huaizhang, and only Prince Huaizhang's biological child Only flesh and blood exists, so that future generations can remember this pattern and keep the key.
Apart from this, only the person who once protected Prince Huai Zhang's orphan had this mark. It was precisely because of this that the Four Holy Sect used this pattern as a message mark.
He looked at Yao Yao quietly. Prince Huaizhang died eighteen years ago. Yao Yao is eighteen years old this year. Everything is possible.
As his mind raced, he made up his mind that he would never take the initiative to explore this secret. If he didn't reveal this secret, he would let the mark remain a secret forever and Yao Yao would always be an ordinary person.
Yao Yao rubbed the pages and suddenly spoke eagerly: "Sir, don't you think it's too easy to recruit people like them?"
Han Changmu smiled gently, which is the feeling of an intimate person. He smiled easily and freely: "The Four Saints Religion is seriously fighting within. The Holy Lord wants to get rid of the Young Master, and the Young Master wants to use my hand to get rid of the Holy Lord. Control, I am just following the plan, their confessions are naturally credible, but the important content is half-truth and half-false, and needs to be carefully screened."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows, he is a thousand-year-old fox, what kind of fairy tale is he playing?
For some reason, Han Changmu suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Yao Yao for the first time. He looked confused and his heart suddenly moved. He slowly leaned over and said in a low and distant voice: "A Yao, you don't have to worry about the wound on your leg. The mark, that place is hidden, no one will see it except me."
Yao Yao also laughed: "I know, I'm not worried, I just pretend it doesn't exist."
Seeing that Yao Yao's mood had calmed down, Han Changmu tried to bring up the old things again: "A Yao, I want to take Qing Qian back to Chang'an with me. What do you think?"
Yao Yao raised his head, his bright eyes were frank and clear, making it impossible to look directly at him: "What do you want me to think, Master?"
Han Changmu choked and frowned slightly, his mouth full of bitterness. He never knew that Yao Yao could be so stubborn. This matter was difficult to deal with.
Yao Yao chuckled and suddenly asked: "If I say that I don't want to see her in Chang'an City, what will the young master do?"
Han Changmu looked troubled and remained silent for a long time.
Yao Yao smiled self-deprecatingly, and she knew that she was not that important at all.
Some things cannot be tested. If you test them, you will only be hurt.
She suddenly stood up, opened the door and said, "Master, please excuse me. I have to rest."
Han Changmu walked back to the room with a wry smile and saw Qing Qian folding clothes. The skylight filtered in through the pale white window paper and fell on her face and body. It was so soft and gentle, with a touch of warmth.
He walked over quickly, tired from a busy day and night, and sat on the bed.
Qing Qian hurriedly stood up and said with a gentle smile: "Young Master is back. My maid is going to prepare the bath soup for you. Young Master, please have a good rest. Please don't go downstairs to use the twilight meal in the evening. My maid will bring it to you."
Han Changmu held Qingqian's hand and asked gently: "Qingqian, I've finished my work in Luntai City. In a few days we will leave for Chang'an. I want to ask, if you don't want to go back with me, I will I can give you a sum of money to make your life worry-free.”
Qing Qian panicked all of a sudden, and the clothes in her hands fell to the ground with a clatter. She knelt down, tears falling on the ground drop by drop: "Young Master, do you want me to be your maid?"
Han Changmu hurriedly helped Qing Qian up and said calmly: "How come, I just want to ask what you mean."
Qing Qian lowered her head, was silent, and then kowtowed suddenly: "My servant doesn't need any status. As long as I can serve the young master, I will be satisfied. But, if so, Miss A'ao doesn't want to see my servant." Her voice was faint. After a pause, she sobbed and said, "My maid is willing to become a nun and pray for you."
Han Changmu was startled for a moment, and looked at Qing Qian's gentle and watery appearance, filled with emotion.
He couldn't help but reached out and touched Qing Qian's face: "How could I let you live your life in the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha?"
Qing Qian lowered her head slightly, her eyelids drooped, and her head rested on Han Changmu's hand. Her breath was filled with the fragrance of orchid and cinnamon, which made people want to indulge in it unconsciously.
The snow was still falling from the sky, and there were few pedestrians on the street. It was getting dark, and the room without a light was dim with the light of the snow reflecting on the window paper.
Yao Yao held her breath at noon, and Mu didn't eat much. She touched her rumbling stomach and decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.
As soon as she reached the door of Han Changmu's room, she heard a low rustling sound coming from inside, which made her blush and make her heart beat.
She paused in her steps, feeling extremely flustered, and her body swayed uncontrollably.
In her previous life, she watched a lot of movies and TV shows, so this kind of plot excerpts were indispensable. She could even name a few paragraphs describing classic beauty.
The sound made her heart ache. The fact she heard from Qing Qian's mouth was one thing, but the fact she saw with her own eyes was another.
She is not a person with emotional mysophobia, and it is not that she cannot tolerate the other party's past love. What she cannot accept is that in this ancient society of three wives and four concubines, the other party is stepping on N boats, like a cucumber with legs, living in many places. Women are scheduled in the middle.
She covered her ears and forced herself not to listen, as if she was the one who had done something shameful. She ran downstairs in confusion.
