Zhou Wuhen nodded in agreement and continued in a deep voice: "Young Master, there is another decree regarding the King of Han." She paused slightly and continued: "His Majesty ordered the King of Han to postpone his return to the capital and divert to Luoyang to inspect the construction of the palace. schedule."
"Huh?" Xie Liang suddenly became energetic, swept away his carelessness, and asked in confusion: "With Xie Mengxia's current unlucky appearance, can he still go to Luoyang to supervise the construction of the palace? That can't be the case in the palace. Who wants to cut out his own heart?"
He muttered gloomily to himself. Before he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something. His eyes were stern and he sneered: "It turns out that the idea was to build a plank road in the dark and secretly seize Chencang. I'm afraid that Xie Mengxia was ordered to go to Luoyang to do it. The supervisor secretly hid him in the cold, oh, no," he smiled and changed his words: "Hidden him in the palace of Prince Han to recuperate and treat his illness."
Zhou Wuhen pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes, young master is wise."
Xie Liang smiled face to face: "Leng Linjiang is naturally the hypocritical person in the palace, but in fact the palace is empty. It is the place where all the governments and countries in Chang'an City have the best eye contact. How dare the old man send his heart to him? Go, aren’t you waiting for someone to cut you alive?”
Zhou Wuhen also laughed, and that smile was just like her name, disappearing without any trace in an instant, revealing endless contempt: "Isn't it? The people in the Han Mansion have sent word, Xie Mengxia is indeed in the Han Mansion, It was so well hidden that he didn't even enter the inner house and was always hidden in Han Changmu's study. But the strange thing is that after taking Han Zengshou's medicine today, he actually vomited blood."
"You're vomiting blood?" Xie Liang was shocked when he heard this: "How could he vomit blood? He was suffering from a lot of emotions. He was just weak at most. His life was not in danger. How could he vomit blood?" He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Wuhen intently. , Suspicion suddenly arose in his heart: "It's not that there's something wrong with the medicine Han Zengshou prescribed."
Zhou Wuhen pursed his lower lip: "The people in the Han Mansion sent a letter saying that Han Zengshou is staying in the Han Mansion, and Han Changmu is already investigating the matter of the medicine."
"It seems that there are a lot of people staring at him, but we never thought about letting him die, but some people are trying their best to kill him. Let's see how long he can survive." Xie Liang rubbed his forehead, returned to his nonchalant look, and asked indifferently: "Is the Gu mother here?"
Zhou Wuhen nodded: "We have entered the city and settled in Pingkangfang."
Xie Liang held his cheek with his hands, his eyes were cold and clear, but his expression was lazy: "The spring is coming, it's a good time to do things."
Zhou Wuhen smiled lightly: "Yes, with such good bait here, I don't have to worry about the fish not taking the bait."
Xie Liang held his cheek and waited for a while before asking, "Has the person named Ruan Jun in the workshop been found out?"
Zhou Wuhen nodded and said: "It was found out that she is from the Chen family, but because we don't know her real name, we didn't find out whether she was the Chen family's daughter or daughter-in-law. Moreover, this person is now in the hands of Tuoba Fuyun, our No one can get close."
Xie Liang was not at all anxious. He tapped his hand on his knee and said calmly: "There is no need to deliberately approach. There are people who are more anxious than us. When they get into trouble, it will be easier to take advantage of the chaos."
Zhou Wuhen took a shallow breath, nodded and smiled: "Yes, my subordinates also found out that Qing Qian went to Jianfu Temple yesterday, and at the same time, a carriage was delivered to Tuoba Fuyun's private residence in Shanhe Square. Two women arrived at Jianfu Temple. One of them was wearing a curtain hat.
I didn't see the appearance clearly, but the other one was the maid from Tuoba Fuyun's mansion. "
Xie Liang was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly: "Two women, one is wearing a curtain hat. This is the style only women from Dajing have. Tuoba Fuyun has only been in Beijing for a few days, how can he know women from Dajing? Go and find out , check the one wearing the curtain hat." He paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully: "If my prediction is correct, the one wearing the curtain hat and trying to make things up is probably Ruan Jun. Tuoba Fuyun is afraid that he has found something. Only after finding out the secret about Qing Qian will Ruan Jun arrange to meet Qing Qian."
Zhou Wuhen had a serious look on his face, so he said yes and backed out.
The spring breeze has begun, the days are getting longer, and at the right time, the sky is still bright, with no lingering clouds scattered into clouds, and no twilight turning into the vast sky.
The Jianfu Temple is full of incense and crowded with people.
A large bamboo forest is planted on the westernmost side of the temple. The wind blows through the forest, and the bamboo shadows are whirling and rustling softly.
There are several guest rooms deep in the bamboo forest, which are specially designed for female guests to eat and stay. They are the most elegant and quiet places in the bustle.
At this time, most of the guest rooms were empty, and the doors were wide open. The setting sun leaked out from the depths of the bamboo forest, casting mottled shadows all over the room. Every table and chair was dyed with a light green color.
There are two guest rooms, the doors are closed tightly, and two lean men are guarding the door. From a distance, they look harmless, but when they get closer, they realize that they have a formidable aura.
Han Changmu was sitting upright, with the sparse setting sun filtering through the white window paper, making his expressionless face look even colder. He looked at the gray-robed monk in front of him and asked calmly: "Yesterday, where were you? Those three people having lunch in the next room, do you still remember the young master?"
The young monk in gray robe is the monk who takes care of these guest rooms. He is only eleven or twelve years old. In order to avoid suspicion, the monks who take care of the guest rooms of the female guests are either elderly monks or just like this young monk in gray robe. , only a little monk about ten years old.
This little monk in gray robe is young. Although he has met many people, most of them are women with a soft temper. Even if there are a few domineering ones, they are just a bit more articulate. Suddenly seeing Han Changmu with such an evil face, he Uncontrollable fear.
He shivered. Although he was afraid, he was born with a good memory, a photographic memory, and no face blindness. As soon as Han Changmu asked, he remembered it, and managed to reply steadily: "The young monk remembers that they are three women. donor."
Han Changmu nodded and said, "Little master, do you still remember the appearance of these three people?"
The young monk in gray robe said: "Among the three female donors, one of them is wearing a curtain hat. The young monk did not see the appearance. The young monk remembers the appearance of the other two clearly."
Then, he described the appearance of the other two women in detail. He indeed had a very good memory. He could remember clearly the clothes the three of them wore, the buns they wore, and the hairpins they wore. .
By comparing the two, Han Changmu was able to confirm that one of the three people was Qing Qian, and the other was the Hu maidservant Liu mentioned.
The only pity is that the other woman always wears a curtain hat and her appearance cannot be clearly seen.
Han Changmu tilted his head and asked attentively: "Besides these, does the young master remember any other differences between these three people?"
The young monk in gray robe frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "No more."
Han Changmu frowned, concentrated in silence, and finally
Afterwards, he sighed quietly, but still found nothing. Could it be that Qing Qian and the two women just met by chance and had nothing to do with each other?
At this moment, Yao Yao and Meng Suige, who were searching the guest room next door, pushed the door open and nodded slightly towards Han Changmu.
For some reason, Han Changmu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yao Yao pushing the door open. He was sure that she would find something, and asked calmly: "How is it? Did you find anything?"
Sure enough, Yao Yao bowed and said in a deep voice: "Sir, I have a few words for you to ask this little master."
Han Changmu nodded and said, "Ask."
Hearing this, the young monk in gray robe held his breath and looked at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao smiled and said attentively: "Little Master, is this guest room cleaned every day?"
The young monk in gray robe nodded: "Yes, the young monk and the brothers will clean it every day."
Yao Yao frowned slightly: "Then, is there any incense burning in the guest room, or do the young masters smoke incense when cleaning the guest room?"
The young monk in gray robe shook his head: "No, there is no incense in the guest room."
Yao Yao nodded thoughtfully.
Han Changmu frowned and asked, "What's wrong? You discovered something."
Yao Yao glanced at the gray-robed young monk lightly, and he immediately withdrew knowingly.
Yao Yao then spoke in a deep voice: "There was a smell of spices in that guest room. It was not the incense commonly used in Chang'an City, nor the incense offered in front of the Buddha, but the spices from the Western Regions, and the smell of spices , vaguely mixed with the smell of blood and knife wound medicine, but it is very weak and difficult to detect. "
Meng Suige sniffed and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Really? Why didn't I smell it?"
Han Changmu had never doubted Yao Yao's sensitive nose. He frowned slightly and asked, "That maidservant is a Hu Ji, and it is not unusual to be smelled of incense that is only found in the Western Regions. But where does that bloody smell come from?" ?”
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked out of the guest room and asked the gray-robed monk: "Little Master, when you saw those three women, did you feel that they were injured?"
The young monk in gray robe was stunned, shook his head and said: "No, these three female donors are walking and eating normally, and they don't look like they are injured."
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly startled. He looked up at the half-covered bed in the guest room, frowned and said suspiciously: "No, the female donor in the curtain hat always sat upright during the meal. It’s like he doesn’t dare to lean against the bed.”
Han Changmu's heart was trembling, and he hurriedly ordered Xie Mengxia: "Go and tell people to keep an eye on the major medicine shops in Chang'an City. Anyone who has medicine for wounds should follow them."
Meng Suiguai said yes and was busy making arrangements.
Finally, he got a clue. Although this clue was still limited and might not lead to any improvement, Han Changmu's tense mind relaxed a bit, and he went to the quiet room to talk about Buddhism with Master Fuxian for a while before leaving.
When we walked out of the majestic temple gate of Jianfu Temple, it was already dark, with lead clouds weighing heavily in the twilight. The gentle wind gradually became sharp, making a whining sound, as if the sadness was endless.
Han Changmu frowned slightly and looked up at the sky: "It looks like it's going to rain. Go back home quickly."
