Meng Suige nodded and handed the copied Lu Yin document to Han Changmu: "Sir, these are the names used by those four people now."
Han Changmu looked down, his face extremely gloomy, his eyes fell on one of the names for a moment, staring at it, his eyes were red, and he almost wanted to spit fire.
"Chen A'ao, eighteen years old."
He frowned tightly. Since she was on the run, it was expected that she would change her name and identity. But why did she use this name? The character "杳" was not often used as a name. Why did Qing Qian use this name? , why use the same name as Yao Yao.
Han Changmu thought about the purpose of Qing Qian's actions, and his frowning expression appeared in the eyes of others, showing that he had been betrayed by the people around him and was suffering heartache.
At least that's what Yao Yao thinks.
After all, when Meng Suiqi reported this matter just now, he did not deliberately lower his voice to avoid everyone.
Although he didn't mention the names directly, everyone could guess who he was talking about.
In fact, Yao Yao didn't quite understand Qing Qian's approach. Instead of being a good concubine to the Crown Prince of Han, he had to live on the run with others.
Of course, if it were her and she had the chance to regain her freedom, she would not be a concubine and would run away.
But Qing Qian was born and raised in ancient times. Although the dynasty that has not been recorded in the history books has much fewer restrictions on women, for thousands of years, the superiority of men to women has been engraved in her bones. How could she have the courage to betray her master and run away?
Who lured her with huge benefits, and who gave her such courage?
Yao Yao squinted his eyes, thinking in confusion.
Unexpectedly, Leng Linjiang poked her arm with his elbow and smiled teasingly: "Hey, hey, Jiuchao is sad. You don't have to be so complacent. You even hum a little tune. You don't have to add insult to injury so quickly."
Yao Yao suddenly came back to her senses and stared at Leng Linjiang. Only then did she realize that just now she was thinking about courage and hummed that song subconsciously. It was really unkind.
She trembled, turned to look at Han Changmu, and met those sinister eyes.
She wailed inwardly.
It's over now, the shoes are properly worn.
Han Changmu had recovered from the huge blow. He did not pursue Yao Yao's gloating. He put the piece of paper away expressionlessly and told Meng Suigai as he walked: "There should be a waiting girl in the Shen family restaurant. , tell people to check where this person is now."
Meng Suigai should claim that it is.
At this time, the secret guards had searched the entire wine shop. The dirt floor in the backyard was turned into a mess. Every pickle jar was turned upside down, with the mouth of the jar facing down. Even on the roof ridges and beams, even The green brick floor had been knocked inch by inch.
These people didn't even let go of a page. They collected them all and planned to take them back to the Han Mansion for careful inspection.
Han Changmu looked around and found that there was indeed nothing missing, so he ordered Meng Suige to gather his men and prepare to leave.
He walked under the wooden order board. He was tall and tall. When he walked past, the tassels hanging down flicked over his shoulders. The order board above shook, one by one touching each other. It makes a crackling sound.
This sound is messy and noisy
Miscellaneous, like the sound of firecrackers set off during the day.
Han Changmu was obviously not in a good mood, and he had no intention of thinking about anything else. His steps were heavy and fast, and he was about to walk through the messy and colliding wooden ordering signs to the door leading to the backyard.
When Leng Linjiang saw that Han Changmu had left, why was he still standing there? He yawned and followed him towards the door.
Meng Suige also led many secret guards, followed Han Changmu, and walked towards the door silently.
The hanging wooden signs are still shaking and touching, and the lingering sound is lingering.
Yao Yao followed the secret guard and heard a subtle and strange sound. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she turned back suddenly to look at the row of slightly swaying wooden signs.
At a glance, he found the one among the more than thirty wooden plaques that was constantly shaking and making a very low noise when touched.
With her sharp eyes, she clearly saw the name of the dish written on the withered yellow wooden sign, as well as the picture drawn under the name of the dish.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the people who had reached the back door. No one looked back, and no one stopped. Apparently, no one noticed anything unusual about the order card.
She held her breath, retracted her steps, and quickly retreated to the counter. Her bright black eyes rolled around and left and right. Seeing that no one noticed her movements, she reached out and quickly pulled off the ring. The wooden sign that had stopped shaking was stuffed into his sleeve, and then he followed the others with a normal expression.
It wasn't until she walked out of the door and the night wind hit her face that she felt a slight drop of sweat on her forehead.
She pressed her pounding heart without leaving a trace.
The risk of doing small tricks under Han Changmu's nose is too great. He can't do it again next time.
She just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Han Changmu calling her. Her heart beat violently again. She chased after him very quickly without showing any panic, and calmly saluted: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao lightly and said, "Looking at you walking so slowly, I thought you had discovered something."
Yao Yao choked. Although the look that Han Changmu looked at her just now was calm and indifferent, no different from his usual look, there was something wrong in her heart. She felt guilty, as if she was being looked at from the inside out. She Suddenly he was covered in white sweat, but his face still had a calm expression. He shook his head and sighed: "No, I was just a little tired, so I walked a little slower."
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao thoughtfully, and without saying anything else, he led everyone to leave the Shen Family Restaurant quietly.
After returning to the Han Mansion, Meng Suige sifted through the items confiscated from the wine shop handed over by the secret guards one by one. He left the suspicious items and walked to the study with them.
Leng Linjiang had fallen asleep on the desk, covered with a thin blanket, and drooled all the way to the book page next to him.
I don’t know what he was dreaming about, but he clicked his lips quite happily.
Yao Yao was too tired to hold on any longer, but she didn't dare to sleep on the desk like Leng Linjiang. She supported her cheeks with her hands and nodded her head.
Han Changmu was holding a book, but his eyes did not fall on the book. He kept glancing at Yao Yao. His eyes were cold and sharp, almost staring into a hole in her.
Seeing that Yao Yao showed no signs of waking up, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and sneered.
At the Shen Family Restaurant, he was indeed in a daze due to the news of Qing Qian's escape, but he had always been determined and resolute. After the brief daze, he quickly came back to his senses, and immediately noticed something unusual about Yao Yao.
She was at the end, and her breath was obviously fluctuating when she came out. When she answered, although her expression was calm as usual, her tone still had a slight wave.
It was obvious that she was hiding something.
As for what was being concealed, it probably had something to do with the Shen Family Restaurant and Mrs. Shen.
With a "pop" sound, Han Changmu dropped the scroll heavily on the desk, startling Yao Yao.
Yao Yaoxun walked over and met Han Changmu's eyes. She was very calm and did not dodge her eyes at all.
Han Changmu's eyes narrowed, he smiled playfully, and asked in a cold voice: "A Yao, don't you have anything to tell me?"
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows, as if confused: "What are you talking about, sir?"
Han Changmu suddenly became angry, pursed his lips and stopped talking.
He wanted to see how long she could be stubborn.
The atmosphere in the study became eerily quiet for a moment, and only the sound of Leng Linjiang's sleeping breathing could be heard.
Meng Sui came into the room with something in his hands. He was frightened by the cold and strange atmosphere. He hesitated for a long time with his head at the door. When he saw that there was nothing strange inside, he walked in tremblingly and placed the things in order. In front of Han Changmu.
Han Changmu glanced quickly, turned to Yao Yao and said, "A Yao, come and take a look."
Yao Yao took a look, took out the jade bottle from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Sir, let's take a look at this first."
Only then did Han Changmu remember that there was such a thing. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you found anything wrong with this soup?"
Yao Yao smiled: "You have to catch a mouse first to know what's wrong with this thing."
Han Changmu said calmly to Meng Suige: "Go catch a mouse and bring it over."
Meng Suige opened his mouth, his face was livid, he responded with great difficulty, turned around and went out. Within a moment, he carried a gray-haired mouse through the door.
The slender rat tail was tightly clenched in his hand. The rat, which was half the size of a palm, had a gray and bulging body, and its big head was hanging downward. It kept twisting and struggling, making squeaking screams.
Leng Linjiang was finally awakened by the sizzling sound like sharp claws rubbing against the ground. He covered his ears and said vaguely: "What, what's wrong? This is it." He saw the rat struggling in Meng Sui's hand and suddenly He let out a long howl: "Ah, ah, ah, rats, rats, there are rats."
He howled until his voice became hoarse. He jumped up and down in the study, his face turned pale with fright, and his screams almost brought down the roof.
"Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao, what are you doing catching mice? This, this is so disgusting." Leng Linjiang jumped onto the desk and asked in a trembling voice with his eyes wide open.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "A Yaorang caught him. Ask her."
Yao Yao curled his lips and looked at Leng Linjiang with a smile: "Master Shaoyin, are you hungry?"
Leng Linjiang nodded blankly. After working all night, he was almost starving to death, let alone hungry. He rubbed his stomach and said blankly, "I'm hungry. What does this have to do with mice?"
Yao Yao tilted his head and smiled, with a teasing look on his face: "Master Shaoyin, you don't understand. This is not an ordinary mouse, this is an edible mouse."
