As the heat steamed over it, the light brown interlining remained unchanged.
Meng Suige said frustratedly: "Ah Yao, your method doesn't work."
Yao Yao also frowned: "How come it doesn't work?"
"Maybe it's not roasted over fire." He Zhenfu said.
The three people hurriedly removed the candles for fear of burning the lining.
Yao Yao twirled the interlining, and the subtle details made it feel slightly different from ordinary cotton and linen.
She picked up the crinoline and looked into the candlelight.
I saw that the weaving method of this interlining was unique and not static. Between the interlacing warp and weft, there were actually mountains, rivers and towns.
Her expression changed and she exclaimed: "Sir, come and see."
Han Changmu hurriedly put down his pen, walked over quickly, took the interlining, and looked at it carefully against the light.
The bright candlelight was shining on the lining cloth, and the light mottled brown seemed to be shining, and the cleverly woven scenery on the lining cloth became increasingly clear.
"This is it!" Han Changmu narrowed his eyes: "This is a map woven into cloth and sewn into leather boots."
He Zhenfu was amazed: "It's so clever. At first glance, I thought it was just an ordinary shading."
The texture of this land is very fine, and every mountain, every river, every city, every town, every tree and every stone is all lifelike. It is a pity that this strange and beautiful scenery has no markings, and it is impossible to tell which mountain and which river it belongs to.
"I can't tell where it is." Meng Suige touched his bun and said sadly.
"Most of the landscapes on this map are drawn in similar ways. Without markings, it would be difficult to tell them apart." Yao Yao touched the map carefully and frowned.
He Zhenfu took another leather boot and said, "Isn't there another shoe?"
Yao Yao pursed his lips. With the experience of removing the first leather boot, it was naturally much easier and smoother to remove the second leather boot. The removed cotton thread was also much more complete.
There is also a woven background pattern on this lining cloth, but this pattern is completely different from the one just now.
There are only mountains and rivers on this background, but no towns.
And every mountain and every river is woven in extremely detailed and clear detail.
Han Changmu looked at this map, and another map flashed in his mind, echoing this map.
He raised his head and looked at Yao Yao, and saw the shock in her eyes.
Obviously she also remembered the map she got from Longyou Road, but the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't say anything more.
His eyes flickered, and he turned to Yao Yao and said, "Yao Canjun, please draw these two maps."
Yao Yao responded and asked He Zhenfu and Meng Sui to hold up the light brown interlining against the light.
There was a sound of dripping. She glanced at the map, lowered her head and quickly started drawing for a moment, then looked up again, and then started drawing again.
Reflected by the glowing candlelight, Han Changmu stared, his eyes penetrated the candlelight and landed on Yao Yao's face.
Her expression was calm and solemn, and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly twisted, showing a bit of stubbornness. Those slightly lowered apricot eyes were clear and clear, as clean as if they had been washed by water, simple and beautiful, without the slightest hint of calculation.
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, not knowing which one was the real her, cunning calculation or stubborn simplicity.
"Okay." Yao Yao breathed out softly, put down his pen, moved his wrist, and slowly dried the ink on the paper.
He Zhenfu and Meng Sui looked at the spread
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On the two pieces of paper on the desk, the pen and ink on the paper are skillful, and the originally blurry shading is drawn in detail.
Unfortunately, as Yao Yao said, most of the landscape drawing methods on these maps are similar. It is really difficult to tell where this is based on these two maps without any markings.
Han Changmu withdrew his gaze from Yao Yao's face and looked at the two maps. His mind was trembling, but his face did not reveal anything strange. He just said lightly: "Put it away first, and then check it carefully when we have the opportunity."
Since Han Changmu came over, Yao Yao has been staring at Han Changmu, not missing every slight change in the expression on his face.
When she heard Han Changmu's vague words, she sneered in her heart.
This scumbag must have figured out where this place was.
However, she has not traveled through the mountains and rivers of Dajing Dynasty, so her knowledge is shallow and she cannot tell.
She rolled up the map and handed it to Han Changmu with a calm expression. She took a quick look and said, "Mr. He Qi, let's sew up the leather boots quickly and send them back to Xia Yuanji."
But it is easier said than done. None of the people here are good at needlework. Although it was still early, it was not until dawn that a few people could barely sew two leather boots. .
He Zhenfu held two leather boots, looked at them for a long time, and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks no different from before taking it apart."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows: "It just doesn't look any different."
He Zhenfu waved his hand nonchalantly: "The picture is still there anyway, so he won't be suspicious. I'll go over and put the shoes back, so you don't have to make a trip."
Yao Yao was so happy that she thanked him and watched He Zhenfu go out. She saluted Han Changmu and said, "My lord, I will go back first."
Han Changmu stared at Yao Yao thoughtfully, stayed quiet for a moment, and then nodded silently.
Back in the room, Yao Yao didn't waste any time laying out the paper and ink. Before her memory became blurry, she quickly drew two copies of the two maps.
She dried the ink, folded two of the maps into narrow strips of paper, and sewed them into the lapel of her coat.
She knew very well what Han Changmu's look meant when he left just now. She had nothing to be afraid of. It was not her fault that she had a good memory. If she remembered it and drew it, it would be even more correct.
She could confirm that the two maps were the same as the map obtained on Longyou Road. The map on Longyou Road should be the specific scene in these two maps.
Just after finishing all this, there was a knock on the window lattice.
"Who?" Yao Yao suddenly turned around and saw the man hanging upside down on the window lattice. She sneered: "Third brother, if you don't do your best to command others, you have to be a gentleman on the window."
Jin Zhong climbed through the window and looked at Yao Yao with a smile: "Is stealing shoes fun?"
Yao Yao smiled and raised his chin towards the desk: "I found that one in the shoe. I traced it and you gave it to your adoptive father."
Jin Zhong raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you sure it's for your adoptive father?"
Yao Yao tilted his head and said with a half-smile, "Then who do you want to give it to?"
Jin Zhong snorted: "You damn girl."
As he spoke, he folded the two maps and put them into his clothes. Climb out the window again.
Yao Yao watched the windows falling together and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
Just as Jin Zhong left, Meng Suige pushed in the door and whispered to Han Changmu: "Sir, Commander Jin went to see Yao Canjun. I don't know what he said before he left. The two of them worked together."
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My husband is superior to others, and I don't dare to get too close to you in my humble position. "
Han Changmu did not raise his head, and the pen in his hand fell on the desk. The light of the candlelight fell on his cheeks, with an incomprehensible expression.
He had guessed that Yao Yao and Jin Zhong knew each other, but he still didn't know how to define whether it was acquaintance or familiarity.
Now, the meeting at Weiye has given a clear conclusion to the relationship between these two people.
He slowly picked up the pen and continued to write something on the paper. After being quiet for a long time, he coldly ordered: "Go and check the relationship between Yao Canjun and Commander Jin."
At dusk the next day, the scholars turned in their papers and searched them and left Gongyuan.
After another day, the scholars entered the Gongyuan after searching themselves.
Xia Yuanji's place was always quiet, Xie Liang's place didn't make any move, and even Yao Yao and Jin Zhong never met again.
It was so quiet everywhere that even the quiet Han Changmu thought that Xie Liangzhan had given up on trying to fiddle with the situation in the provincial examination.
On the last day of the third session of the provincial examination, the scholars still handed in their papers and left the Gongyuan at dusk. The Gongyuan suddenly became much cleaner, leaving only many officials in the Mingyuan Building, who were still transcribing the examination papers day and night. .
The sky was completely dark, and it rained again during the day, washing everything around clear and pure.
The night air is particularly fresh. Standing on the third floor of the tall Minghua Building, my hand stretched out the window seems to be filled with a handful of bright cold moon stars.
The half-opened window let in the slightly drunken spring breeze, and Han Changmu rarely calmed down. He ordered Meng Sui to prepare a table of delicious food, and also scooped out a pot of wine given by the emperor.
Meng Suige pushed the door in with a food box and smelled the aroma of wine filling the room. He was stunned for a moment at the door. He twitched the corner of his mouth and exclaimed in great surprise: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Han Changmu lay lazily on the bed, with a rare tired look on his face, and said tiredly: "I'm tired."
Meng Suigai had been following Han Changmu for more than ten years, and had fought with him on the battlefield. In those years, he had walked out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and had experienced life and death, but he had never seen him look so tired.
It seems that tiring the mind and tiring the body are two ways of tiring.
He felt extremely distressed and quickly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Han Changmu: "Then, sir, drink two more glasses."
Han Changmu smiled and reached out to knock Meng Suigai's forehead: "You brat, can you get rid of all your worries by getting drunk?"
Meng Suigai laughed.
Han Changmu nodded at the bed opposite him: "Sit down and have a drink together."
"Hey, okay." Meng Suige sat down calmly and poured himself a glass of wine without any hesitation.
Just after I had a drink, there was a knock on the door.
Han Changmu breathed a sigh of relief and called the person who knocked on the door to come in.
Yao Yao walked into the room and smelled the strong aroma of wine. She frowned, hiding her surprised expression, and saluted: "Sir, there is something going on in the kitchen. Someone has sent a message to Yu Qing. Tomorrow at noon When the food was delivered, someone came to get the belt.”
With that said, she handed a finger-width note to Han Changmu.
There were only three simple words written on the note: "Dishes for next afternoon."
Han Changmu touched the note. It was stained with oily smell. He felt the smell of meaty steamed buns between his two fingers. He frowned slightly: "This note was found in the meaty steamed buns?"
Yao Yao nodded: "Yes, today's evening meal is meat buns. Yu Qing and several other officials went to the kitchen to eat. This note was found by Yu Qing from the meat buns. At that time, he turned his back to others and put I gave this note to my subordinate."
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