Leng Linjiang watched as the maids filed in and placed all kinds of food on the dining table.
He exclaimed: "There is even roasted whole lamb. Ah Yao loves this the most. I have to ask Mr. Yuan for an extra portion to take back to Ah Yao."
"..." Han Changmu held his forehead: "You are so affectionate and don't shy away from it at all, and you are not afraid of people gossiping?"
Leng Linjiang smiled narrowly: "Gossip, that's what gentlemen like you are afraid of." He tore off a leg of lamb and was about to stuff it into his mouth when his hand stopped and asked in a low voice: "How long has it been?" Chao, do you think this won’t be poisonous?”
Han Changmu raised his eyes and looked at Xie Mengxia, who was sitting on the host's seat. He was surrounded by people trying to persuade him to drink. Their faces were full of compliments and smiles, and their eyes were so flattering that it made people feel cold and goosebumps all over their bodies.
The King of Han is the King of Han. No matter how he fails to live up to his expectations, he is still a prince, and his words have a weight that others cannot match. These people will not let go of this rare opportunity to be associated with the King of Han.
He looked down at the exquisite food in front of him again, and the aroma hit his nostrils.
He pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.
This is a gorgeous, alluring, and full of tricks, Hongmen Banquet.
Poisoning is not a problem, but baiting is real.
He smiled coolly: "It's okay, there are so many people watching, he doesn't dare."
Leng Linjiang smiled and started to enjoy the food.
After taking a few bites, a shadow fell in front of the two of them.
Han Changmu looked up and saw the appearance of the person who came. Although it was the first time for him to see this person, he was able to confirm the identity of the person with just one glance.
It's Wang Cong, Yuan Zhengrong's half-brother, whose relationship has never been known to outsiders.
Speaking of which, Wang Cong and Yuan Zhengrong didn't look alike, but he could recognize them at a glance because they both had a deeply hidden loneliness in them, which was so similar.
Wang Cong was holding a transparent glass cup, the amber wine was rippling in the cup, and the glimmer of light was flashing.
He smiled brightly and boldly and said: "You two are adults from Beijing, I am Wang Cong, the deputy captain of the Yumen Army. I have met these two adults."
Han Changmu and Leng Linjiang also quickly stood up and greeted Wang Cong.
He is the most keen, or rather gifted, at probing people's hearts. He can see clearly. Wang Cong seems cheerful and cheerful, but there is some haze hidden in his eyes.
He smiled faintly and said, "A certain pair of Deputy Wangs have been close friends for a long time. When we met today, it was true." He paused slightly, raised his lips and smiled, "Sure enough, we are close to each other."
Wang Cong was stunned for a moment. He was a smart man and he heard the hidden meaning in Han Changmu's words. He smiled calmly and said: "I am very happy to meet Major Ambassador Han."
Leng Linjiang watched Han Changmu and Wang Cong playing riddles. He pretended to be confused, and while the two were verbally exchanging words, he smiled and interjected from time to time.
The three of them gradually became warmer and chatted happily.
Muchun didn't want to join the group of people surrounding Xie Mengxia, flattering and fawning over him. He sat alone, looking lonely and incompatible with the bustling hall.
His eyes flickered and he looked at Wang Cong, who was chatting animatedly with Han Changmu.
Han Changmu raised his chin, looked over Wang Cong's shoulder, looked at Muchun, and nodded slightly to him.
Muchun raised his lips and smiled, lowered his head, and poured himself a drink.
It was warm as spring in the hall, but the cold wind outside was as cold as a knife, making people feel chilly.
On a cold night of ice and snow, the snow has accumulated on the treetops and eaves for many days, with a thin layer of ice forming on top. The dark moonlight falls down, and layers of water ripples ripple from the thin ice. The cold light refracted out.
The north of the city is a large area of low and dilapidated houses. Few houses have lights on. Most of the houses are dark, but someone's voice can be heard.
The people here are so poor that they can't even afford lamp oil. They work hard for a whole year and earn only enough money to keep the family from starving.
The group of people, their faces covered with black scarves and wearing narrow night clothes, stepped on the thick snow without leaving any footprints or making any sound. They walked very briskly through the streets and alleys. The densely packed dark buildings silently surrounded one of the dilapidated courtyards.
Meng Suige made a gesture, and the person behind him immediately stopped. He put two fingers in his mouth, and the whistle sounded short and sharp.
Within a moment, a man walked out quickly from outside the small courtyard. He was dressed the same as Meng Suige. He bowed in front of Meng Suige and said, "Captain Meng."
Meng Suigao looked at the dark yard and said solemnly: "How have you been these past few days?"
The man whispered sharply: "Three groups of people came and searched the yard, but found nothing. My subordinates have arranged for people to follow them."
Meng Suige nodded and said seriously: "Watch at the door."
Men should claim to be.
Meng Suige turned to the people behind him and said, "A Yao Lao Gu, let them guard the door while the three of us go in and look for them."
Yao Yao and Gu Chen nodded, followed Meng Suige into the courtyard, and looked at the dilapidated house under the gray moonlight.
The wind whistled through the empty yard. The three broken houses had been empty for a long time. There were a few strands of spider silk hanging under the eaves. There was dust everywhere, and there was not even a living thing.
When the three people arrived, they had already obtained the hiding place from the shop owner. The three of them looked at each other and walked to the backyard together.
When walking past the broken house, Yao Yao raised her head and looked in through the leaky window. The broken window paper was blown by the wind, and she saw that the fire pit in the house had been removed.
She clicked her tongue: "If these people can't find anything anymore, I'm afraid they will have to demolish the house."
Gu Chen raised his head and looked at the roof tiles: "It has been demolished. Look, they have even lifted the tiles."
The three of them didn't light a lamp, so they walked to the backyard in the dim moonlight.
The dry and cold wind was filled with a disgusting stench.
Gu Chen quickly covered his mouth and nose and shook his head in disgust: "Do you really want to dig? This guy is really good at hiding things."
Yao Yao covered his nose, but his eyes were filled with tears and his voice was buzzing: "What should I do if I don't dig it out?"
Meng Suige walked to the corner, walked around half of the low wall and leaned forward to take a look. He hurriedly exited, retched a few times, and said, "I don't think it's very deep. Let's dig."
There is no other way, you can't just jump in and fish it out, that would be even more disgusting.
Yao Yao and Gu Chen looked at each other, nodded with difficulty and said: "Then, let's dig."
The three people worked hard to dig the hut while dexterously avoiding the splashing dung water that had frozen into ice cubes.
The excrement was so frozen that it kept crackling when it hit the ground, just like hail, but this hail had a smell.
The three of them all put on cloaks and hoods to prevent ice from hitting their heads.
The pain is secondary, the main thing is the smell.
While digging, Yao Yao secretly cursed, where did that person come from, and why did he choose such an outrageous place to hide his things.
But luckily it's hidden here. If it were somewhere else, I'm afraid it would have been searched out long ago.
The manure pit was not very deep, but it was frozen solid, making it difficult to dig. Fortunately, the three of them were martial arts practitioners, and soon the bottom of the manure pit was revealed, revealing an equally solid layer of frozen soil.
The three people were all covered in hot steam, and when they spoke, their faces were filled with white mist. If it weren't for the stinking aura that surrounded them, people might have mistakenly thought that they were about to become immortals.
Gu Chen took a deep breath, put down the spade in his hand, and rubbed his numb hands: "Dear mother, I'm exhausted. I need to take a good rest."
Yao Yao picked up the cracks in the ice on the ground, jumped step by step to a clean corner, looked up at Meng Suigai and smiled: "Old Meng, I'll leave the rest to you, but I can't do it anymore."
Meng Suige was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw that the two people were already standing far away from each other in an unethical manner. One was leaning against the adobe wall and looking at him with a smile, while the other crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows playfully at him.
This is so deceptive.
He looked down at the dug manure pit, rubbed his red palms vigorously, and continued digging the frozen soil with the shovel.
The muffled sound of digging came out harshly, mixing the hard broken soil with Meng Sui's sweat beads, and scattered on the ground.
He dug hard for a few times, and the shovel in his hand clanged when it hit the sharp corner of a hard iron box.
Yao Yao and Gu Chen looked at each other and whispered in unison: "Lao Meng, have you dug it?"
Meng Suige nodded excitedly, rubbed his hands, moved gently, and carefully used the shovel in his hand to dig out the frozen soil on the iron box bit by bit.
He took out the iron box and placed it in the moonlight.
This iron box is only the size of a palm and has a mechanical lock. According to the owner of the shop, the iron box hidden in the latrine is the key to the box containing the treasure house map, and the key to this iron box has always been He kept it close to him, but he refused to hand it over. He would not hand it over until he saw the box.
Yao Yao reached out and fiddled with the machine lock and smiled: "This lock is quite similar to the lock on that box."
Gu Chen smiled inquiringly: "How about we open it first and see if there is anything inside? Don't let that old boy fool us. We dug a cesspool for a long time and found nothing."
Meng Suige actually wanted to open it and have a look, but he didn't have the ability to open the lock. He spread his hands and said, "I also think I should open it first, but, Lao Gu, can you open it?"
"I can't open this kind of lock." Gu Chen showed no embarrassment at all and pursed his lips at Yao Yao: "A Yao can do it."
Meng Suigai's eyes lit up: "Ah Yao, can you really open this kind of lock?"
Before Yao Yao could speak, Gu Chen smiled: "A Yao can not only open this kind of lock, there are probably not many locks in the world that she can't open. If she can't join the army, she will probably become a thief." You can also become rich."
Yao Yao made a sound, fiddled with the lock and said, "Let me try."
