Han Changmu did not doubt Yao Yao's keen sense of smell at all. He paused for a moment and asked in confusion: "Can you use white jade antiseptic ointment to treat burns? It is obvious that the condition is extremely serious, even terminally ill, but Mrs. Shen's body does not have any There are no injuries and she can move freely. Obviously this medicine is not for her. There are other people living in this wing."
Yao Yao nodded: "Ms. Shen did not leave alone. She also took this dying person with her. Obviously this person is very important to her. This matter is not something she can do alone. There must be someone to help her." She planned it.”
Han Changmu's thoughts gradually became clearer, and he said in a deep voice: "Ms. Shen used this marriage as an exchange for her departure, and let the person who helped her enter the Wang family for her and get what the person wanted."
Yao Yao pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Since this is the case, these three people, oh, no, four people, four people who did not know each other disappeared at the same time, then can we assume that there is something wrong with them? The same thing can be exchanged, and the person who helped them is the same person. In other words, the four of them knew each other originally, but were forced to separate due to some reasons. Recently, they were finally reunited and left the capital with help. This place of right and wrong.”
Han Changmu nodded: "It is possible. If the truth is true, then these four people must have left the capital at this moment."
The two of them quickly analyzed the context of the matter based on the vague smell of white jade desalination cream, and gradually got closer and closer to the truth.
Han Changmu thought of the woman who had sneaked into the Wang family by sneaking into the Wang family. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a dangerous look.
He originally suspected that Yao Yao was the one who sneaked into the Wang family, but after returning to Han Mansion and listening to Meng Suige's words, he dispelled this suspicion.
He thought for a while, told everything he had discovered in the Wang family tonight, and asked quietly: "Do you still remember the Water Saint envoy Zhou Wuhen we met on the Zhoujialou boat?"
Yao Yao was particularly impressed by this woman who had a childlike face but opened her mouth with the voice of an old woman. She nodded heavily: "Sir, is it Zhou Wuhen who suspects Li Daitao of entering the Wang family?"
Han Changmu sighed softly: "I have only seen you and her who can have such unparalleled Qinggong skills. The only person who did this is her."
Yao Yao was stunned. She heard the teasing meaning in Han Changmu's words. She smiled and shook her head disapprovingly: "Sir, you are so arbitrary. Your Qinggong can be said to be like walking on the snow without leaving a trace or making a sound. This humble position is When the trick is in front of you, it will be a fool's errand."
Leng Linjiang finished walking around the yard and walked to the door of the wing. He happened to hear Yao Yao's words. He gave a secret thumbs up, admiration welling up from the bottom of his heart like a surging river.
This flattering shot was natural and smooth, and did not make people feel uncomfortable or embarrassed at all. It hurt her by being too superior to the other person, but it did not make people look down on her.
The master is indeed a master of flattery.
This kind of person should be immersed in officialdom and watch others drown.
Han Changmu smiled knowingly: "But I am a man."
Yao Yao pouted: "If you dress up, I'm sure you'll look more like a girl than a girl."
Leng Linjiang curled his lips as he listened.
People always slap her in the face and give her a sweet date, but this girl doesn’t take the ordinary path and insists on giving her a sweet date.
A sweet date and another slap.
Fortunately, the Crown Prince of Han is a generous man. If he were a man who held grudges but not gratitude, Yao Yao would have been unable to take off these little shoes.
As expected, Han Changmu didn't become angry from embarrassment, he just snorted lightly and gave a faint smile.
Yao Yao was a little puzzled. How could this man have such a big heart? Even though his heart was gone, he could still laugh and still have the heart to joke.
Isn't he afraid of being exposed?
Before Yao Yao could recover, he heard Han Changmu hurriedly call Meng Suige to come in, handed the seal to him, and said urgently: "Take a team of secret guards to open the far gate quickly and check it out. Are there four women who went out of the city together today? One of them is critically ill and severely burned. Ask them which direction they went. After checking, ask the secret guards to follow them all the way. Don't disturb them and see where they ended up. Who was contacted again?”
Meng Suige's expression became serious, he hurriedly put away the handwritten book, and left with a group of secret guards.
Seeing this scene, Leng Linjiang finally couldn't hold it in anymore and asked in confusion: "Why go to the far gate? The closest to the Sixteenth Prince's residence is obviously Tonghua Gate."
Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other and smiled enigmatically, but neither of them paid attention to Leng Linjiang.
Leng Linjiang snorted heavily, folded his arms and leaned against the door, glanced at the two of them sideways, and uttered four words lightly: "We are in trouble."
Han Changmu and Yao Yao suddenly burst out laughing wildly, laughing so hard that Leng Linjiang turned pale before he stopped.
Han Changmu suppressed the smile on his face, and there was a sinister light in his cold eyes. Just one glance made people shudder, and his voice was low and faint, like the wind whimpering in the barren mountains. No matter how he heard it, he gave rise to goosebumps. : "Yun Gui, do you still remember where the lair of Zhou Wuhen and the others is?"
Leng Linjiang was confused: "Remember, it's on Longyou Road."
Yao Yao curled his lips and smiled: "Isn't that right? Killing people and silence can only be done most conveniently on one's own territory, and going from far away is the most convenient way to Longyou Road."
Leng Linjiang suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead hard. Seeing the smile on Han Changmu's face, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Jiu Chao, you are still smiling. Your heart is about to be wiped out. You You can actually laugh!!”
Han Changmu's face suddenly turned dark.
Yao Yao immediately covered his face.
If you want to ask which one is the best in Zhaxin, look for Linjiang in Dajing and Changan.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao and stared at Leng Linjiang expressionlessly: "Are you too busy?"
"..."
Seeing the choked look on Leng Linjiang's face, Han Changmu finally calmed down, showed a thin smile, gently pressed his hand on the long table, and tapped lightly with his fingers: "What's left is the Wang family's Is there any secret worth worrying about?"
Hearing Han Changmu's words, Yao Yao put down the hand covering her face and thought of the things she had found out and guessed for a long time. The clearer thoughts in her heart screamed and almost rushed out. She lowered her head, Hiding the strange emotions in his eyes.
The candlelight flickered on the long table, and the thin dust moved in the ray of light.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao both lowered their heads and glanced, letting out a light sigh at the same time.
At a glance, there is nothing unusual about the dust, but
It was a candlelight, and if you look closely, you can see that the dust is not evenly distributed, some are deep and some are shallow, some are thick and some are thin.
The thick dust is a gray patch, covering up the color of the wood itself.
And the places where the dust is thin reveal a faint dark red color, which is old and withered, and some can even see the cracks of the passage of time.
Leng Linjiang also noticed something was wrong. He leaned over and looked at each other intently: "Something was left here, but it was later taken away."
Yao Yao nodded and made vague gestures on the shallow marks with her hand: "Sir, these marks are very regular. Although some are big and some are small, you can see." She compared the larger marks and then compared them. He looked at the smaller traces and said, "Look at the size. These should be traces left by the long-term placement of the tablet."
Han Changmu nodded and counted carefully: "There are at least sixteen tablets here."
Yao Yao was speechless: "What kind of family is this? Sixteen people died in one breath. Doesn't this mean they must die?"
Han Changmu's eyes suddenly became cold and stern, thinking of the tragic incident sixteen years ago.
Sixteen people died, nothing. In that tragic incident, more than a thousand people died.
During that month, people died every day. The blood on the execution ground covered people's feet, and even the water in the moat was dyed red.
Han Changmu's heart was palpitating violently, his forehead was twitching, and his eyes were dark, hiding a fierce and vicious glimmer.
Seeing that something was wrong, Leng Linjiang hurriedly took a step forward, patted Han Changmu's shoulder gently, and called him Wen Yan: "Jiuchao."
Han Changmu suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew from the bloody past, took a shallow breath, calmed down his mind, and said with his usual expression: "There is nothing to see here, go to the front and have a look, let the secret guards come in and search again Once again."
Yao Yao's senses were very alert and she noticed Han Changmu's fleeting lack of light, but she did not delve into it.
There are thousands of people in this world. Some people are born to live like the sun, and some people are born to walk in brocade clothes at night.
Han Changmu is the person who is suitable for Jinyi Night Walk.
Yao Yao followed Han Changmu out of the wing and walked into the yard. Smelling the smell of wet earth, she felt much relieved.
The lobby of the wine shop was kept very clean. Things such as melon seeds, peanut shells, candies and paper left over from weddings were all moved into the corner.
The red silk and happy characters hanging on the four walls are filled with festive light. Each dining table is covered with a layer of red cloth, with a long-necked white porcelain vase placed on it, and a red double-petaled rose leaning against the vase. mouth.
This rose was bought from the flower market in the morning. It was in bud when it was bought. It was steamed by the noisy heat in the lobby, and it bloomed in full bloom by noon. It bloomed until late at night, and the flower did not show any signs of decay. .
The color of the rose was pure red. Leaning against the mouth of the vase, it looked like a handful of bright red blood pouring down, burning the plain white porcelain vase with a faint red glow.
Everything in this lobby, to a discerning eye, looks like a happy event has just been held.
Meng Suige and his secret guards had already carefully searched the lobby. Every gap between the food table and the bed was scratched with a dagger. Every floor tile was carefully tapped with a dagger. Every inch of the wall was left with scratches. The traces of beatings were not even left on the counter where the shopkeeper collects money and settles accounts, and even the thin dust on the wine shelves was wiped clean.
