But for such a chosen person who never made mistakes, he accidentally fell into the winning case, and his whole family was executed.
Han Changmu withdrew his thoughts from Feijuan and said in a very threatening voice: "Is this the young master of the Four Saints Sect?"
The young man stood up and smiled. This smile was as charming as a demon: "Yes, Mr. Han, please take a seat and serve tea."
Han Changmu lifted up his clothes and sat down. A beautiful maid beside him served fragrant tea. He took a slight sniff and knew that this was Gaochangguo's famous product.
He only picked it up and smelled it, but put it down without taking a sip.
The young man smiled: "It seems that Mr. Han can't trust a certain person."
Han Changmu tilted his head and said calmly: "I can't believe it, aren't you here too?"
The young man clapped his hands and laughed: "Young Master Han has extraordinary courage, I admire him."
This young man must have been raised by a barbarian, but apart from being a bit devilish, his appearance is still the same as that of a Han Chinese, and he even speaks Chinese very fluently.
Han Changmu smiled slightly: "Young Master's courage is not inferior to that of someone else. He must have made a lot of money by harvesting chestnuts from the fire in Luntai City."
The young man lowered his head and drank a cup of tea, his wide sleeves rustling in the wind. He pursed his lips and said, "We are wise people and don't talk secretly. I really want to join forces with the young envoy, so the young envoy can make some conditions. "
Han Changmu said calmly: "To join forces, it depends on the sincerity of the young master."
The young man was quiet for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The young envoy is here to investigate the case of missing salary. If I tell the whole story of this case, I don't know how sincere I am."
Han Changmu's eyes flashed, and he smiled casually: "After the baggage train entered Longyou Road, you cooperated internally and externally, and designed to replace the Sinan car in the convoy, and introduced the convoy into Mohe Yanqi, and then pursued the convoy and forced it to enter The Gray Wolf's territory was attacked by a pack of wolves. The convoy panicked and was forced to take refuge in Qingni Pond. The bloody smell attracted desert ants, and eventually the soldiers were killed in the ant's belly."
There was a crack in the young man's calm expression, and he said in surprise: "You actually know everything."
Han Changmu said calmly: "Originally, your plan was seamless, and I couldn't find your fault, but you missed Yang Youzi's wife. She is a profit-seeking person who wants to occupy the Yang family's property. This is so bad. The Four Holy Sects surfaced because of your affairs."
The young man gave a bitter smile: "Yes, women are short-sighted and ruin the overall situation just for the sake of petty gains."
Han Changmu asked: "I recovered half of the salary, where did the remaining half go, and whose hands is the defense map?"
The young man smiled, but changed the subject: "Don't you want to know, young envoy, who is the Holy Master of the Four Holy Sect?"
Han Changmu squinted his eyes and did not ask who it was, but sneered: "You secretly and overtly let people hint to me that the Holy Lord is a barbarian and related to Gao Changguo. How could I waste your kindness?"
The young man was stunned for a moment: "Has the young envoy already guessed it?"
Han Changmu said calmly: "Qu Guangyan, the king of Gaochang, was close to Dajing and was far away from the Turks. His younger brother Qu Guangqing had already rebelled against him. Under Qu Guangyan's nose, Qu Guangqing cultivated a force like the Four Saints Sect. How could he still do it? Asking Qiuci Kingdom to smelt and forge sophisticated weapons for him is beyond my expectation. It seems that I, Dajing, have been too kind to Gaochang Kingdom in recent years, and actually let them develop wolfish ambitions."
The young man could no longer sit still. He stood up suddenly and clutched his sleeves tightly with his hands. His charming face was full of panic: "You, how did you know."
He did deliberately let people leak some information to Han Changmu, but he was confident that with these specious information, Han Changmu would never be able to guess the identity of the Holy Lord.
The identity of this Holy Lord was his biggest bargaining chip when dealing with Han Changmu, but this bargaining chip turned into a joke in an instant.
How could he not panic.
Han Changmu tapped his knees with his fingers and smiled calmly and indifferently: "You have too many loopholes. You want to get rid of the Holy Lord's control too much. You are too impatient."
The young man took two steps back and sat back on the bed.
He always thought that he was amazingly talented and had extraordinary qualities that others could not match. He could control people and things, and play them all at his fingertips. Who would have expected that when facing Han Changmu, all his plans would turn out to be in vain. Defeated.
No wonder this person, as a prince with a different surname who was feared by Emperor Yong'an, was still in the emperor's heart and entrusted with important tasks.
He broke out in a sweat unknowingly, but after all, he had gone through many years of hardships and lived precariously for many years. He relied on people's breath and expressions, and he had extraordinary means and mentality.
Even though he was panicking, he quickly calmed down, leaned back relaxedly on the bed, and asked with a smile: "Since Master Han knows so much, what else do you want to know?"
Han Changmu said calmly: "Young Master, are you trying to show sincerity?"
The young man smiled, like fireworks filling the sky in the dark night, dazzling and dazzling: "Natural."
He could ask questions at will, but Han Changmu avoided the issue of salary and changed the question: "How many old people are left in Prince Huaizhang's Mansion now?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, with a sad expression on his face, and closed his eyes slightly: "Not much, it's been too long, it's been almost twenty years, and the remaining people are all old."
Han Changmu thought for a moment and finally asked the question that had been in his mind for a long time: "Were you the orphan of Prince Huaizhang who survived back then?"
The young man was stunned again, nodded and said: "As far as I know, I am indeed the only one."
Han Changmu looked intently into the young man's eyes, trying to see some waves in his eyes. Unexpectedly, his eyes were clear and there was no hint of panic or concealment.
Han Changmu sighed in his heart and said calmly: "I have nothing more to ask."
The young man was very surprised. He thought that Han Changmu would definitely inquire about the origins of the Four Holy Sects and the distribution of manpower in the halls of various states. Unexpectedly, he didn't ask anything.
The young man said in surprise: "Don't you want to know about the Four Sacred Sect, Young Envoy?"
Han Changmu looked at the young man without turning his eyes, and said lightly: "You have asked me to tell you everything that can be said. If you can't tell me, even if I ask and you tell it, it will definitely not be true. You Since you are determined to eliminate the Holy Lord and take over the Four Holy Sect, you will not let me know the secrets of the sect easily."
The young man almost gave a high-five.
Transparent, too transparent. It saves effort to talk to such a transparent person.
He pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, I would like to make an exchange with Major Ambassador Han."
The young man's smile just now was very similar to Yao Yao's, equally clear and agile. Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, then recovered, raised his eyebrows, and asked lightly: "What?"
The young man said: "I think the map of Emperor Ming's treasure house has fallen into the hands of Major Envoy Han. I want to come back, but I don't know what Major Envoy Han wants in exchange."
Han Changmu's eyebrows were beating, and a strange thought was coming to his mind. He blurted out without thinking: "I want to see the young master's ankles."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole room was in an uproar.
Meng Suigai almost lost his breath.
Why didn't he know that the eldest son of his family had suffered from a broken sleeve?
No wonder, no wonder he knows how to destroy flowers with ruthless hands and is willing to give medicine to a beauty like Qing Qian.
He had mixed feelings. If the prince knew, would he go crazy? If the princess knew, would the princess go even madder.
Oh my god, I can’t think about it, I’ll burst into tears just thinking about it.
The young man also looked astonished.
Could it be that the reason why the dignified young envoy of the Imperial Guard, the Crown Prince of Han, has been reluctant to get married is because he likes Long Yang?
Han Changmu looked at the colorful expressions on everyone's face and knew that they were wrong. He coughed slightly in embarrassment and continued: "I want to see the mark on the young master's ankle."
The boy had been through a lot, and now he couldn't hide his shock.
These words were like a very strong fire, burning under his feet all of a sudden, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. Han Changmu's eyes fell on him, and it was like a light on his back.
He must be a fucking monster. Through his clothes, leather boots and feet, you can actually see the marks on his ankles.
Hearing Han Changmu's words, Meng Suige calmed down.
Just look at the mark, it doesn't mean the sleeve is cut off, and everyone doesn't need to go crazy.
But the young man was going crazy. He coughed in horror: "How did Master Han know that there were marks on my ankles?"
Han Changmu said calmly: "I've seen it before. There is one at the foot of Li Yushan."
The young man understood at once that Han Changmu and Li Yushan had been on the same boat. It was thought that the flaw was leaked at that time, but this was not right. The mark on Li Yushan's feet had been destroyed.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered: "Young Envoy Han, there is no need to trick me like this. The mark on Li Yushan's foot has been destroyed."
Han Changmu's expression remained unchanged and he nodded calmly: "Yes, it was precisely because the mark on his foot was destroyed that I wanted to see the mark on the young master's foot."
"..." The young man was speechless and wanted to slap himself to make him talk bad.
Han Changmu sat quietly, unhurriedly and without any intention of urging.
The young man thought about it in many ways. The treasure map was like life to him, but the mark on his feet could not be easily shown to others, otherwise Li Yushan would not have destroyed his mark in the first place.
But compared to the map, a glance at the mark is nothing.
He thought for a long time before reluctantly nodding: "Okay, Major Ambassador Han, wait a moment."
Han Changmu nodded, knowing that this man was going to soak his feet.
Meng Suige was full of questions and wanted to ask them, but he was surrounded by people from the Four Holy Sects, so it was difficult for him to ask. He stared at the direction the young master was leaving, feeling panicked.
After just one cup of tea, the young man came out with his bare feet, sat on the bed, put his feet on the small stool, and said carelessly: "Let's see."
Han Changmu walked over quickly and took a closer look. His heart sank. The mark was indeed exactly the same as the one on Yao Yao's foot.
The young man seemed calm and generous, but when Han Changmu looked at his feet so carefully, he still felt awkward, as if he had been teased.
After a while, seeing that Han Changmu had no intention of stopping, he cursed angrily: "Have you finished reading?"
