Unfortunately, nothing was found in the end.
Han Changmu stood expressionlessly with his hands behind his back. He did not show any signs of defeat because he had found nothing. He just looked at the lobby with cold eyes.
Yao Yao felt that his legs were sore, so he picked up a clean bed and sat down, holding his chin and looking into the void, his eyes were a little unfocused and he didn't know where he was looking.
She is so tired. She is a seriously injured person who has not recovered. She is a girl who has not recovered from a serious injury. Why doesn't anyone care about her?
Leng Linjiang dragged a bed and sat down next to Yao Yao. He asked with a smile: "Are you tired?"
Yao Yao beat his legs and made a sound.
Leng Linjiang handed over a bag and raised his chin.
Yao Yao opened it and almost jumped for joy.
The bag contained Ryukyu candies, and the sweet smell hit your face.
She picked one and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweet taste was refreshing, and all her fatigue and fatigue disappeared.
She smiled with squinted eyes, like a rat that had stolen some food.
It makes sense that eating sweets often can improve people's happiness.
She picked up another one and stuffed it into Leng Linjiang's mouth before hanging the pouch on his waist again.
Leng Linjiang had Ryukyu candy in his mouth and looked at Yao Yao's smile, and he also followed suit.
Han Changmu turned around and saw the two men bulging their cheeks and looking at each other with silly smiles. His face darkened and he frowned involuntarily.
Because he was in a bad mood, his voice became cold and stern: "Yao Junjun, come here."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, then sighed subconsciously, walked over without knowing what was going on, raised his head and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips, snorted heavily but said nothing, turning his head in the direction of the counter with a dark face.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and secretly cursed to himself that he was really a moody King of Hell. He was so good. Who poked his lungs again? How could he have such a strong temper?
She dragged a bed over and sat down indifferently. She raised her eyes and glanced at Han Changmu. Seeing that he never looked back and was looking steadily in the direction of the counter, she became curious and followed his gaze.
The counter had been cleared away, and even the shelf behind the wine rack was empty.
This is a plan to run away in advance.
Although Han Changmu did not come with the wedding party today, he sent secret guards to keep an eye on it.
These secret guards are similar to the hidden stakes of the Internal Security Department and the death guards around the saint. They are both specially trained backhands. However, the hidden stakes and the dead guards are both swords in the hands of the saint, and those The secret guards were carefully selected and trained by Han Changmu after he had a place in the army. Their number and identity were kept secret. They only obeyed his orders and could not even be ordered by King Han.
In other words, no one except his confidants knew the existence of these secret guards.
According to the news reported back by the secret guard, after the wedding team picked up Mrs. Shen and left, the only waitress in the wine shop did not follow them, but stayed in the wine shop.
Han Changmu rubbed his sleeves. He had checked that the waiter girl and Mrs. Shen both lived in the wine shop. But now, the waiter girl has also disappeared. He didn't know whether she was taken away by Mrs. Shen or simply silenced.
What kind of person is able to hide from the eyes of the secret guards and take away the waiter girl of the restaurant.
He rubbed his brows, and this time he
The marriage planning plan to escape from the golden cicada is definitely not something that one person can do.
If this matter was really done with the help of Zhou Wuhen, then Zhou Wuhen was taking orders from Xie Liangzhan, which means that Xie Liangzhan must have intervened in this matter.
He sighed quietly and moved his eyes upward, landing on the small yellow wooden signs hanging above the counter.
Those wooden signs are the same size. Each palm-sized wooden sign has the name of a dish written in ink, and the pattern of that dish is sketched at the bottom. Although it is not colored, it is just a rough outline, but the drawing is very detailed. Lifelike.
Under each wooden sign, there is also a thumb-sized copper bell tied. The bell may be old, and its luster is not dazzling. There is a simple Chinese character "Chen" carved on the bell, and a sky-blue ring hangs from the bottom. son.
The shapes of the network are different, and the tassels at the bottom are slightly swaying.
Even the wooden sign for ordering dishes is so exquisite, which shows the skill and thought of Mrs. Shen.
Han Changmu reached out and fiddled with the wooden sign, and the copper bell made a light and crisp sound.
Yao Yao heard the ringing of the bells and looked up at the wooden signs. This was the first time she saw bells hanging under the menu cards after living in Chang'an for a long time.
She raised her head and looked at the menu. Shen's restaurant had more than thirty dishes, and she had tasted seven or eight of these thirty dishes.
It's a bit expensive, but the taste is indeed unforgettable.
She clicked her tongue, stood up suddenly, picked up the menu and looked at it carefully.
As she looked at it, she felt very hungry. The names of these dishes looked delicious at first glance.
She remembered that Mrs. Shen was the cook of the Shen family restaurant, and all the meals were prepared by her alone.
Madam Shen is a beautiful young lady with a clever mind and a clever mind.
She suddenly became playful and fiddled with the copper bells hanging under the menu.
There was a jingling sound, and the secret guards who were carefully searching everywhere were suddenly alerted, and they all turned their attention to the counter.
Being stared at by so many eyes, Yao Yao was still a little embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned she was. She retracted her hand with a smile and looked up at the lingering sound of the copper bell.
Judefang, Xie Mansion.
Xie Liang sat calmly and calmly on the ground, his white fox fur as white as snow hugging him, which made him even more gorgeous.
He rubbed the piece of leather in his hand and smiled charmingly: "Sent it away?"
A Yong stood with his hands tied in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Young Master, my subordinates personally watched them enter Jingyang County before coming back." He paused slightly and asked in confusion: "Young Master, do you really want to let them go?" ?"
Xie Liang raised his eyelids and said, "What do you think?"
Ayong said: "Only the dead will not reveal this secret."
Xie Liangzhan caressed the skin with great care and smiled cruelly: "I thought she was the younger sister, but in the end she turned out to be the youngest daughter of the Chen family." He sighed coldly: "The Chen family has been dead for more than ten years. The young master can’t bear to see their flesh and blood separated, so that’s all, let’s reunite them.”
Ayong hesitated and said: "Sir, are you going to take action in the next few days?"
Xie Liang shook his head: "No, the people in the capital are too arrogant. The death of four people at once will definitely attract the attention of the Jingzhao Mansion." His smile was as cold as ice: "Do you still remember the road guide and household registration I gave them? Go there. Well, that’s the burial place I chose for them, just do it.”
Ayong's expression remained unchanged, as if he was used to seeing and doing this kind of thing. He said yes, bowed and retreated.
After a moment of silence, Li Sheng walked out of the shadows, glanced at the yellowed leather, and asked quietly: "What do you plan to do, Master?"
Xie Liang rubbed his forehead and said: "Spring is coming, and the capital should be bustling. If we don't add more, it will look out of place." He raised his eyes and looked at Li Sheng with a smile: "Uncle Li, let me leave this matter to you. Here it is, we have been planning for many years, success or failure depends on this one move.”
Li Sheng pursed his lips: "Don't worry, I'm just looking for something."
He said it easily, but the bloody atmosphere lingered in his words. This matter was by no means as simple as finding a few things.
The lights in the Shen Family Restaurant were brightly lit. Fortunately, it was quiet at night and no one saw this scene. Otherwise, as soon as daybreak, the excitement would spread throughout Chang'an City, and coupled with the movements in the Shen Family Restaurant at night, it would definitely cause an uproar.
The wine shop didn't look big, but there were quite a few nooks and crannies. The secret guards were still searching around, with a lot of dust on their heads and bodies, and they all looked dingy.
Yao Yao looked at Leng Linjiang, who was sleeping soundly on the table, and his saliva dripped onto the bright red cloth, spreading a large deep and shallow water stain.
She looked at Han Changmu's figure standing with his hands behind his back again, and shook his head with a wry smile. She couldn't figure out how he could be in such good spirits. He could still stand up and be a hundred times more energetic after staying up all night.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the backyard. Meng Sui, with his forehead filled with coldness, rushed into the lobby and whispered urgently: "Young master, I found it."
Han Changmu turned around suddenly, looked around, and immediately suppressed his harsh words, and managed to utter one word calmly: "Say."
Meng Sui walked a few steps quickly and said in a low voice: "Master, they rested in a village in Jingyang County."
Han Changmu's face changed slightly: "Is it true?"
Meng Suige nodded heavily: "It's true," he paused slightly: "My subordinates specifically went to ask the village chief. These four women entered the village just after nightfall. Because it was approaching spring, there were always people in the village. When strangers came to stay, the head of the town specially told them that each household must carefully check the road documents of the people who stayed there. When the subordinates passed by, the head of the town had just returned from checking the homes of the four people who were staying, and his memory was still very clear. profoundly accurate.”
Han Changmu's heart sank as he listened, and he said quietly: "Those four people..."
Meng Suige hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Yes, among the four women, two are slightly older, one is thirty-seven or eighty-year-old, has severe burns, and is terminally ill, and the other is thirty-four-five, with a mark on her face. The scars look like they have been disfigured." He pursed his dry lips and continued in a deep voice: "And the other two, one is in his twenties and the other is in his twenties, they both have delicate faces. . The household registrations of the four of them all have Dunhuang written on them. I have left a team of people to keep an eye on them to see where they will end up."
As soon as this statement came out, there was nothing I didn’t understand.
Han Changmu closed his eyes. He was a very smart person and had already guessed what the truth was. But it is also terrible for smart people to deceive themselves and others.
Meng Suige's words revealed Han Changmu's armor of self-deception.
After a moment of silence, he finally asked in a hoarse voice, still hopeful: "Is that eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl Qing Qian?"
