He thought for a moment and asked: "Is this mark of Young Master the same as Li Yushan's mark?"
The young man didn't understand why Han Changmu held on to the mark. He didn't go into details and just shook his head: "It's different. There are no snowflakes at the stamens at the foot of Li Yushan."
Han Changmu continued to ask: "Is there anyone else with the same mark on their body?"
The young man slowly put on his footwear, thinking about the meaning of Han Changmu's question in his heart.
He is not an innocent and heartless person. Even if he has the intention to join forces with Han Changmu, he will not trade everything.
He sneered, revealing a pair of pointed tiger fangs. He was so charming that he was so charming, but his smile was so chilling that it was hard to tell whether it was true or false: "This mark is not something ordinary people have, except for the badge." No one else is worthy of the prince’s bloodline and confidants.”
Han Changmu smacked lightly, knowing that this man had a strict mouth and could not be pried open easily. It would be useless to ask any more questions. He changed his posture and sat down. He used the lid of the cup to gently skim off the foam on the tea and looked at the sharp leaves. Swirling in the water, but not drinking, just blowing slowly.
The young man remained silent for a moment, and then he gave a high-five: "Young Envoy, I would like to offer you a heavy gift to show my sincerity."
Han Changmu became interested and turned his head to look indifferently.
There was a burst of messy footsteps under the eaves, and a group of men in black pressed several people into the hall.
These people all had hemp ropes tied around their mouths, their eyes were covered with black cloth, and their hands and feet were tied tightly. They were dragged in.
Some of them seemed to have injuries on their bodies, and when they were dragged in, there were traces of blood on the ground.
The man in black threw the half-dead people in front of Han Changmu and stepped heavily on his waist. He couldn't bear the pain and let out a miserable groan.
Han Changmu frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"
The young man raised his hand: "These are the chief culprits who robbed the money." He took out a booklet from his sleeve and asked the man in black to hold it in front of Han Changmu: "This is the hall of the Four Sacred Sect in Dajing."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "Young Master, do you mean to let me do whatever I want?"
The young man smiled calmly: "Major Ambassador Han captured the culprit who robbed the salary in one fell swoop and completely eradicated the Four Sacred Sects. Is this considered a great achievement?"
Han Changmu was neither surprised nor overjoyed, and did not reach out to take the roster. He just said expressionlessly: "Young Master wants to use my hand to eradicate the Four Sacred Sects and regain his freedom."
The young master grinned, a pair of sharp little tiger teeth were white and cold, and said, "Young Envoy Han, are you willing?"
Han Changmu took the roster and ordered Meng Suige to take these people to the carriage. He turned around with a calm expression, but he said something shocking: "Xie Liangzhan, if you come back and make trouble, I will arrest you somehow."
The young master felt as if he was struck by lightning, and was frightened to death by these words.
He will naturally make a comeback. How could he be willing to hide his head and show his tail all his life?
But it was not the second half of the sentence that made his liver and gallbladder split, but the first half of the sentence, which were the three words "Xie Liangzhan".
This name has been called by no one for so long that he has forgotten his own name.
He stared at Han Changmu's back in horror, trying to control the fear in his heart, but found that this control was in vain. He reached out angrily and brushed the food table, and swept the cups and dishes on it to the ground, crackling into pieces. one slice.
Han Changmu didn't stop or turn his head, and said calmly: "Tomorrow at noon, the owner of the shop will leave the Governor's Mansion with the map. Thank you for your attention. Please take care of yourself."
After leaving the Zoroastrian Temple, Han Changmu ordered Wang You to drive and take these people to Muchun's home in Tianshui Lane.
Meng Sui thought for a moment and then spoke cautiously: "Sir, are you going to let him go like this?"
Han Changmu closed his eyes, his eyes were clear, and his words were full of coldness: "The Four Saints Sect has been operating in Dajing for decades, and it has intricate connections with the DPRK. Without conclusive evidence, it cannot be uprooted. He will not be willing to do so. There is silence, and as long as he moves, he can’t escape.”
The carriage galloped, and ice and snow were rolled over by the wheels and scattered in all directions.
The flames in the altar had burned out, and thick smoke filled the air.
Xie Liang looked as if he had lost all strength. His face was uglier than a dead man. He collapsed on the bed and gasped. The ground in front of him was a mess.
Zhou Wuhen walked out from behind, cleared away the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, slowly squatted in front of Xie Liang, and whispered worriedly: "A Liang."
Xie Liang moved his body, rolled his eyes numbly, looked at Zhou Wuhen and grinned, with a hint of madness: "Sister."
Zhou Wuhen pursed his dry lips and whispered, "A-Liang, everything has been arranged in Beijing."
There were traces of bright red bloodshot eyes in Xie Liang's eyes. He licked his lips and said, "Okay, I'll leave for Beijing tomorrow." He smiled crazily: "I've been a puppet for so many years, and I've had enough."
Zhou Wuhen pulled Xie Liang up, straightened the messy folds of his clothes, and said with a solemn expression: "The capital has been organized for nearly ten years, it's time to give it a try."
Xie Liang turned around and said, "Sister, is there any news about my sister?"
Zhou Wuhen shook his head: "Not yet, but I always feel that Xie Mengxia knows something. When he was in Luntai, he kept holding on to the mark. Today he mentioned it again, so I have to be on guard."
Xie Liang's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then check."
Zhou Wuhen said: "I have found out the girls who have appeared next to Han Changmu recently. One is named Yao Yao and the other is Qing Qian. Yao Yao is eighteen years old. The background is very simple. She is the sin slave of Ye Ting and is now working as a slave in Jingzhao Mansion. There is nothing suspicious about joining the army."
Xie Liang shook his head: "It can't be her. My sister and I are twins. My sister is in her 20s this year."
Zhou Wuhen nodded: "Qing Qian was sold to a brothel in Qiuci Guoluntai when she was five years old. This year is her twenties. She was bought by Han Changmu with a lot of money."
Xie Liang asked confused: "How much money is it?"
"Three thousand taels."
"How much!" Xie Liang shouted in surprise. He carefully recalled Han Changmu's appearance. He was not such a lustful person. He frowned slightly: "I heard that the prince of Han was very clean and self-sufficient. He even served a maid at his side. None, why would you spend so much money on a woman with fireworks?"
Zhou Wuhen smiled: "A Liang's guess is good. There is indeed a secret in Qing Qian's body. Han Changmu discovered it and bought it with a lot of money." She paused slightly: "It's just that we can't be sure yet what the secret is in her body." What is it, does it have anything to do with the princess?"
Xie Liang breathed a sigh of relief: "Regardless of whether it is related or not, if he bought this person with a lot of money, he would not leave her in Dunhuang. He will definitely bring her back to the capital. We will investigate her carefully after entering the capital."
When Xie Liang talked about his close relatives, he was calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about another person who had nothing to do with him.
Thinking about it, he and his so-called biological sister were separated when they were young and have not seen each other for more than ten years. Even if they are connected by blood, the family relationship is already weak and there is nothing left.
His search for this sister was not entirely for the purpose of reuniting his family, but for other reasons.
After Han Changmu finished interrogating those people and obtained the confessions, it was almost dawn when he returned to the other courtyard silently.
His hands and feet were cold and stiff, his cheeks seemed to be no longer his own, and it was very difficult to smile.
He stamped his feet at the door, then opened the door and walked in. The chill all over his body turned into a pale mist, and even the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few points.
Yao Yao raised his head with a haggard look, and immediately nuzzled his lips at Qing Qian: "I just fell asleep after being noisy for most of the night."
Han Changmu walked over quickly and saw that Qing Qian's face was sallow, and there was a dark blue under his eyes. He was sleeping deeply, but his breathing was very weak. He was obviously very tired.
He wiped the sweat from Qingqian's head, called Meng Suige to come in, and asked him to carry Qingqian to the side room to sleep.
He was also very tired, so he loosened his robe, soaked his hands repeatedly with hot water, and then he felt a little relieved. He rubbed his cheeks, and even his voice had a chill: "Have you finished drawing?"
Yao Yao saw Han Changmu move his mouth, but couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. He took out two rags from his ears and said, "What did you say?"
Han Changmu looked around and asked again: "I said, have you finished drawing?"
Yao Yao stretched out his hand and clicked on the blank space in the upper right corner: "These are all left."
Han Changmu picked up the two rags, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are these?"
Yao Yao was extremely depressed and sighed: "The medicine is too strong, and Miss Qing Qian's movements are too loud. When I hear that sound, I can easily make mistakes with my hands shaking, so I have to plug my ears."
She secretly cursed that it was unreasonable and inhumane for her, an old girl who had lived inside and outside for more than forty years, to listen to this.
"Where do you get all these crazy ideas?" Han Changmu smiled with a rare smile and patted Yao Yao's head: "I was just going to ask you, what is a dead crow on an old tree wearing a pair of long johns to go home? "
With a "click" sound, Yao Yao's hand shook, and the quill fell down. It hit Han Changmu's middle coat, and little ink marks were dragged from his chest to the hem of his clothes.
She hurriedly wiped it, but she wiped more and more.
Han Changmu held Yao Yao's hand and said with a smile: "Stop wiping it, just tell me what the secret phrase means."
Yao Yao mentally picked up Gu Chen and scolded him eight hundred times.
How come this old guy who has no control over his mouth talks to others about anything and can he still have fun?
Seeing Yao Yao lowering his head and saying nothing, Han Changmu approached her and looked up at her: "Huh?"
Yao Yao took a deep breath and began to talk nonsense respectfully: "The dead crow in the old tree with dead vines is what I read from the storybook in my humble position. Autumn trousers are the mid-length trousers worn in autumn. They are warm. This sentence What I mean is, yes, autumn is here and it is very bleak and bleak. If you wear more clothes, you will feel better."
She stumbled and forced herself, and finally made up these two sentences more satisfactorily.
