The entire wall was made of blue bricks, but the dust accumulated over the years covered it up, covering up the original blue color of the bricks, making them look gray.
The wall tile with a hidden grid is no different from the bricks next to it, showing the same mottled texture that has been polished over time.
Han Changmu followed the method mentioned by Gu Rong and carefully checked the side from bottom to top and from left to right. After confirming that it was correct, he did not rush forward rashly, but picked up a palm-sized stone nearby and walked away. Arrived aside.
He threw the stone at the wall brick from a distance, and with a soft "pop" sound, the stone fell to the ground. He quickly dodged into the shadow and blew out the candle. , using only the pale moonlight that leaked in, he squinted at the wall tile and the warehouse.
As expected, as Han Changmu expected, he had just concealed his figure when muffled and extremely low footsteps sounded outside. The footsteps seemed to be absent, but for his excellent kung fu and extraordinary hearing, he would have been almost undetectable.
His heart trembled, he held his breath and kept his breathing extremely weak, trying to reduce his sense of presence as much as possible.
The gray moonlight fell into the dusty warehouse, and the torn window paper cast a strange shadow on the ground.
The shadow was suddenly missing a piece, as if it was blocked by something.
Then, the shadow on the ground was completely blocked, and a tall shadow swayed on the wall.
The tall shadow saw the dented brick in the wall at a glance. His expression changed slightly. He quickly looked around the warehouse, but didn't see anything unusual. He couldn't help but whisper strangely: "I obviously heard the movement." Yes, why is there no one?"
This one's voice was a little soft and sharp, and he was a chamberlain in the palace.
But it's not surprising. In the middle of the night, the only people who can walk around in the courtyard are the maids and the chamberlains.
The chamberlain's ears twitched, as if he heard something. He took a few steps forward and walked around the ground. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his hand, and he circled the surrounding walls with a dagger, shouting loudly: " Come out, I’ve seen you, come out quickly.”
Although the voice sounded cold and stern, it sounded bluffing.
The chamberlain shouted a few more times. Seeing that there was no movement in the warehouse, he suddenly reached out and lifted several broken rattan baskets on the ground. A burst of dust flew up, making people cough.
Han Changmu hid himself very well, and the dust suddenly hit his face, but he remained unmoved.
He was secretly suspicious. The movement of the chamberlain when he walked in just now showed that he was obviously a man with excellent light skills, but now it seemed that his kung fu was not very good.
But this is not surprising. There is a type of people in this world who only practice the art of concealment.
Seeing that he couldn't force anyone to come out, the chamberlain quickly walked to the wall, reached out and touched the sunken wall tiles, and murmured: "Is it possible that that person is still alive?"
Before he finished speaking, the slightest sound of wind sounded in his ears.
His mind was frightened, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it, but was unprepared for a heavy blow on the back of his neck. He groaned and tilted his head back heavily.
Han Changmu stretched out his hand to block the fallen body of the chamberlain. He quickly tied him up with his hands and blocked his mouth. He looked back at the bricks still dented in the wall and walked out of the warehouse, carrying the chamberlain with one hand.
What he expected was indeed true. This man was only very good at lightening his body, but his hand skills were weak. He successfully took him down and handed him over to the man waiting outside.
The man was shocked: "Your Majesty, I didn't see anyone coming in."
Han Changmu said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter, keep an eye on him. After a while, you will know how he got in."
The man nodded: "Your Majesty, have you finished your work?"
Han Changmu looked up at the vast night and said, "There is something I haven't taken yet. You can keep it here." He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over: "Give him this medicine to prevent him from waking up."
He returned to the warehouse again, stood in front of the wall and looked at it for a long time, then reached out and tapped the dented gray brick.
A hollow "tuk-tuk" sounded, and there was indeed a large hidden space behind this gray brick.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the gray brick, and took it out smoothly, revealing a dark hole.
The hole is not big and can only accommodate one hand.
Han Changmu took a torch and took a look. As expected, the secret compartment was empty and the contents had been taken away.
There was a moment of disappointment in his heart, but when he thought about the chamberlain he had accidentally caught, he was not so disappointed anymore.
He restored the bricks to their original shape and walked out.
Han Mansion.
In the deep darkness, Yao Yao took advantage of the cover of the night and quickly reached the eaves of the high roof after a few ups and downs.
She knew that Prince Han's Mansion was not as simple as it seemed. The deeper the night, the more secret guards were everywhere.
Although the courtyard where she lived was adjacent to the outer study and only a few steps away, there were countless secret guards hidden within these few steps.
Naturally, she didn't dare to walk casually at a low place under such strict guards, so she chose to walk at the highest point where she could have an unobstructed view.
She did not straighten up, but climbed along the high ridge of the roof. After a few ups and downs, she passed through the empty yard and landed on the roof of the outer study.
She uncovered a roof tile, and bright light suddenly leaked out.
There was a loud sound in the room, and the aroma of wine overflowed. Xie Mengxia was holding a plump beauty in one hand and holding a wine flask in the other, drinking wantonly.
There were several beauties playing and singing below, and the melodious sounds flowed out from the graceful hands.
She carefully put the roof tiles back into place, lay on the eaves and looked down the corridor.
The doors and windows of the outer study were closed, and guards were standing beside several pillars. It was obviously impossible to avoid the guards and enter the door.
The study was brightly lit, and as long as someone entered it, their shadow would be left on the window paper, thus alerting the guards outside.
As for whether there are secret guards in the study, it is unknown.
Yao Yao knew that the current situation was unclear and today was not the best time to take action, but she had no time to waste.
She thought for a moment, then jumped to the treetop next to her. The branches swayed very weakly, and she hid her figure.
The window of the house where Xie Mengxia stayed temporarily was wide open, and one could see the graceful figures under the bright lights.
Yao Yao pulled out an arrow from her leather boots and took a deep breath. She threw the arrow out with her bare hands without preparing a bow.
The wind whistled, and the unmarked arrow entered through the window, and ferociously drove into the forehead of the beauty in Xie Mengxia's arms.
The beauty didn't even scream, then she stared at her eyes and died.
Blood splashed all over Xie Mengxia's face and body, and he screamed: "There is an assassin, catch the assassin, there is an assassin."
With a pale face, he pushed away the bloody beauty, shouted at the top of his lungs, and ran out with blood all over his body.
The other surviving beauties came to their senses immediately, and rushed out in panic without picking up their instruments.
The screams suddenly shot up into the sky, almost tearing down the roof.
The guards guarding outside and the secret guards in the study came out in full force. Some of them protected Xie Mengxia and retreated to a safe place, while the other group followed the arrows and put them down to capture the assassin.
Yao Yao had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave the treetops and jumped into the study.
She found the box where the hosta was stored based on her memory. When she opened it, she found that the hosta was still there. She replaced the contents in the box with the hosta she had carved today and then put the box back to its original place. Although it all seemed simple. , but her heart was beating rapidly.
There was a lot of noise outside, some were shouting to catch the assassin, and some were shouting to protect His Highness.
Yao Yao glanced at the shadowy torch outside the window and felt a little sorry for Xie Mengxia.
He was not mean to her, but she scared him half to death, and there might be sequelae.
She didn't have time to worry about others, so she put away the hosta, walked around to Xie Mengxia's room, and jumped out of the half-open window. She used her toes to use her strength and was about to jump up to the eaves when she was startled by a cold shout. .
"what happened?"
The voice was cold, it was Han Changmu who had come back, and when he saw the messy study, he scolded him angrily.
Jin Yu hurried forward with a lantern and panted: "An assassin assassinated Your Highness, but shot through the singer. The guards have already gone to capture her."
Yao Yao panicked, how could Han Changmu come back so quickly.
She didn't know the skills of others, but Han Changmu was extremely alert and cautious. If she jumped away at this time, he would definitely be alarmed.
But obviously he couldn't stay here for long. Who knew if Han Changmu would go crazy and run to see if she was in the room.
Walking down the corridor, sooner or later you will be blocked by the ubiquitous secret guards.
If you walk from the eaves, you may not be caught up by Han Changmu.
She composed herself, finally composed her mind, and jumped up to the eaves.
"Who is it?" Han Changmu's eyes twitched and he caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing high in the sky. He moved and chased after him.
The more he chased, the more frightened he became. The figure in front of him was like the wind. He seemed to have no effort to move up and down. He was also very familiar with the situation of Han Mansion. He flew lightly over the eaves and soon left the range of Han Mansion. He quickly went to Fangmen.
The corners of his eyes twitched, and he felt that this shocking light skill seemed familiar. No, it should be rare in the world. Among the people he knew, that was the only one.
His face darkened, as if enveloped by frost. Instead of flying after him, he jumped off the eaves. He didn't care about catching the assassin or the paralyzed King of Han. Instead, he held his breath and headed towards the small courtyard.
He walked to the door of the guest room and saw that the lights inside were out and it was completely dark. He pushed the door again and found it was locked tightly. The fire in his heart suddenly started burning, even in the cool night. It cannot be extinguished.
With a "boom", he kicked open the door angrily, turned around and ordered Jin Yu: "Bring Baocheng out for me, surround this guest room, and no one is allowed in."
