Yao Yao did not hesitate and calmly uttered one word: "Okay."
Han Changmu's eyes fell on Yao Yao, he paused for a moment, turned around and took out a middle coat: "Let's trace it on the middle coat."
Yao Yao secretly spat out an old hooligan, but said yes without revealing anything on his face, sat cross-legged on the kang, and looked at the map carefully.
Since she was going to draw an exact copy, she had to look carefully and make sure there was not even a single mistake. This was a matter of life and death.
After sorting out the map matter, Han Changmu accompanied Xie Mengxia and Leng Linjiang to go to the Governor's Mansion to talk to Yuan Zheng Rongxu. Yao Yao pondered over the map, and the lunch and evening meals were all sent in by Meng Suiguo.
After finishing the evening food, Han Changmu and Leng Linjiang helped Xie Mengxia, who had drunk too much, back to his room. They found that Yao Yao was still staring at the map, wearing a plain white suit. The middle coat is clean.
He loosened his outer robe casually, sat with his legs propped up on the bed, and said with a faint smile: "What, you just watched like this all afternoon?"
Yao Yao groaned and turned around to see that Han Changmu was only wearing a middle coat. She secretly spat at the old gangster again, but after all, she was not a real lady of this dynasty. She was still a modern person at heart. She did not feel blushing or heartbeat. , just continued to look at the picture calmly, and sneered: "Otherwise, if the drawing is wrong in one or two places, can you still feel at ease when you are hunting for treasure?"
Han Changmu still said lightly, half-smiling but not smiling: "How did you know I was going to find this treasure house?"
Yao Yao snorted secretly.
Isn't this nonsense? The most valuable treasures in the world collected by the former Emperor Ming were worth so much silver, how much military pay they were worth, how many soldiers they could recruit and how many horses they could buy.
Even if the Han Palace has no disloyal intentions, facing such a huge amount of money and the temptation to station millions of troops to force the imperial power, I'm afraid they can't take it calmly and give in.
But she would not say such heart-wrenching words, and she would not be merciful because she was a girl.
Yao Yao smiled: "It's because I humble my position and use myself to save others."
Han Changmu knew that Yao Yao's words were against his will. He didn't delve into them deeply. Some of his words proved to be his Achilles' heel. He smiled, stretched out his hand and tapped the map: "Can it be completed in one night?"
Yao Yao's eyes were already a little sleepy, and he was shocked back to his senses by Han Changmu's slightly contemptuous smile. He took a sip of strong tea, thinking that he would make a pot of strong tea later to refresh himself. I had to stay up all night to draw this map. I was so embarrassed that I was despised by others, so I nodded and said: "It's almost the same."
Han Changmu leaned back relaxedly and stopped talking. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and calmed down.
It gets dark very early in winter. Not long after the evening eclipse, the sky was already completely dark, and the room was also filled with darkness.
Yao Yao suppressed the doubts in his heart, walked quickly to the window, and lit an extra lamp.
The wind whimpered under the window, and the window paper illuminated by the bright candlelight turned white. The bare branches outside the window were constantly swaying, and the shadows burned on the window were like puppets on the strings, swinging stiffly.
The room became increasingly quiet, and Han Changmu seemed to have really fallen asleep, breathing evenly and long.
Yao Yao put the candle on the kang table, turned around and glanced at Han Changmu, who was sleeping deeply. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then got up and took the cloak from the clothes rack, gently put it over and covered him.
Both lamps were on the Kang table, and the fire bed was brightly illuminated, but the Hu bed was a little dim. Only by the pale white snow light and moonlight outside, Han Changmu's whole body was hazy.
Yao Yao's hand paused, his almond-shaped eyes curled up, and he curled his lips and smiled.
This guy is really weird. He's really annoying when he's awake, but he's a little bit painful when he's asleep.
It's good-looking and lovable, but unfortunately, it's not hers.
She smiled jokingly, with some thin regret, and turned around to leave.
Who would have thought that as soon as she took a step, a hand grabbed her arm.
She exclaimed, turned around and fell next to Han Changmu, meeting his eyes.
Han Changmu's eyes were burning, and he asked with a low smile: "Does it look good?"
Yao Yao naturally knew what Han Changmu was up to. It was like this in idol movies, costume movies and romances.
It's a pity that she is not a little lady who has never seen the world, nor is she the kind of nymphomaniac who can't walk around when she sees a good-looking young man.
She is a highly educated modern girl, but she is trapped here due to bad luck. She knows exactly what she wants and what she can want.
She is a martial arts practitioner and has a lot of strength. When she doesn't pretend to be delicate, it is not difficult to break away from Han Changmu's hand.
She pulled away and saluted calmly: "I see you are asleep. If you catch the cold, I am afraid that it will delay your errands later, so I put a big cloak on you without permission. If you disturb your rest, I will admit it."
Han Changmu choked all of a sudden, which was worse than chewing ten or eight dry sesame cakes.
He was like a punch on cotton, so weak that he couldn't exert any force. Looking at Yao Yao, who was steady and unrestrained, a sense of frustration arose spontaneously. He waved his hand dejectedly: "That's all, yes. My officer is being abrupt, Yao Canjun should continue looking at the map."
Yao Yao bowed and said yes, climbed onto the kang and looked at it again.
She already had a rough outline of this map in her mind, but it was a bit complicated and cumbersome because of the many criss-crossing roads and densely packed structures. Even if she had a photographic memory, she would have to look back and forth many times before she could grasp it firmly. record.
She calmed down, took a quill she had made before, soaked in ink, and wrote on her middle coat.
Han Changmu had already lost all sleep. He just fell asleep, but it was just a false nap. He turned to look at Yao Yao, and saw her with her head lowered, her expression focused and serious, and her mind was not distracted. She was completely different from the usual cunning fox.
He sighed faintly, raised his eyes to look at the sky outside the window, and shouted: "Meng Suige."
Meng Suige opened the door in response, bowed and said, "My lord, everything is ready."
Han Changmu nodded with a cold expression: "Let Gu Chen come over. You go give Qing Qian some medicine and bring it in. You stay outside the house tonight and no one is allowed in."
Meng Suiguai said yes, closed the door and left.
Hearing this, Yao Yao suddenly raised his head, wondering what Han Changmu meant.
During the meeting in the hall, she went to eavesdrop on the conversation between Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong, and knew nothing about Han Changmu's plan tonight.
Han Changmu gave Yao Yao a reassuring smile: "It doesn't matter, you can draw the map with peace of mind. I have something to go out tonight and I can't let Yuan Zhengrong find out."
Yao Yao pursed his lips and said calmly: "Sir, be careful in everything."
Han Changmu nodded, wearing narrow night clothes neatly and neatly. Gu Chen opened the door and walked in, also dressed in the same way.
As soon as Han Changmu said a few words, Meng Suigu came in with Qing Qian in his arms, placed him on the bed, and bowed: "Sir, I have already given you medicine, and the medicine will not wear off until dawn."
Han Changmu glanced at Qingqian with some distress, his brows were serious, and he told Yao Yao bluntly: "Qingqian has taken some secret medicine, and there will be some noise at night. You can just pretend that you didn't hear it, and draw the map with peace of mind."
Yao Yao nodded.
What is there not to understand about this? Qing Qian's whole body exudes a sweet and greasy fragrance, her cheeks are as red as if they were burned by fire, a thin layer of sweat is dripping on her forehead, and small and broken sounds are constantly coming out of her mouth.
She is not stupid, she just thinks that Han Changmu is really ruthless and poisonous. He is on par with Yuan Zhengrong. One is willing to give up his bed partner, and the other is able to take advantage of his own daughter. To put it nicely, the two of them can be regarded as... The current heroes are cruel and vicious to say the least.
She shivered coldly. It was better to stay away from such people to stay safe.
The night was extremely dark and freezing, with a dry north wind blowing across the ground and drifting snow.
Han Changmu and Gu Chen cleverly avoided the clear and secret guards in the other courtyard, left the other courtyard, turned around a street, and saw a carriage parked in the dark night.
Without saying a word, the two of them lifted the curtain and got into the car. The coachman raised his whip and the carriage sped towards Sweetwater Lane.
Both ends of Tianshui Alley have been cleared. In the dead of night, the houses in the alley have also turned off their lights. The moonlight is shining on the undulating eaves. The dark roof tiles seem to be stained with autumn frost, and it is foggy and cold. of.
The carriage turned into the alley, and Cheng Xiyan, who had been standing still for a long time, came up to her. She opened the carriage curtain and whispered, "Sir, we're here."
Han Changmu jumped out of the car, looked around, and followed Cheng Xiyan to the only lighted house.
After passing through the empty courtyard, Han Changmu walked into the main room, greeted him with a low eyebrow, offered a hot hand stove, and whispered: "Sir, sit on the Kang."
Han Changmu said nothing and only raised his eyes to look at him. Muchun was also sitting on the kang, raising his head to meet his eyes.
Han Changmu felt a chill all over his body. He sat on the kang with an expressionless face, holding the steaming hand stove and drinking a cup of tea without saying a word.
She stood behind Han Changmu uneasily, feeling the chill from his body penetrate into her body. The more she stood, the more she felt flustered and her legs weak, and she couldn't help but turn her head and look out the door.
Gu Chen and Cheng Chaoyan were like two door gods, standing on the left and right in the corridor, with no intention of coming in to say a word.
She looked up at Muchun again. He was obviously fighting for patience with Han Changmu. Whoever spoke first was at a disadvantage. She became even more uneasy and her face gradually turned pale.
She knew the methods of the Department of Internal Security, and it was precisely because she knew that she was afraid. She was afraid that Mu Chun would suffer a loss at the hands of Han Changmu, and she was even more afraid that Mu Chun would eventually give in due to the intimidation of the Department of Internal Security.
I don't know how long the silence lasted, but Mu Chun finally lost and spoke first: "Young Master Han is not here just to drink tea."
Han Changmu raised his chin, his face full of arrogance and indifference: "I am afraid that Captain Mu invited me not just to invite you to tea."
Mu Chun was so angry that his teeth were itching. He was a member of the army, he was straightforward in everything he said and did, and he worked with real swords and guns. What he despised the most was the cunning and cunning methods of the Internal Security Department.
