Han Changmu recalled Du Feng's appearance. Although he had never met Emperor Ming, let alone his youngest son, he had seen Emperor Ming's portrait. After thinking about it carefully, Du Feng really looked somewhat similar to Emperor Ming. .
But Han Changmu didn't say this to Wang Xian. He just nodded vaguely and continued to ask: "Besides this matter, what else did he say?"
Wang Xian thought of what Du Feng said and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Sir, this Du Feng might have really lost his mind and gone crazy. He said that he was a descendant of Emperor Ming, and that the treasures of Emperor Ming must be inherited by Emperor Ming. Only a person's blood can be opened. He said that he cannot die. If he dies, no one can open the treasure of Emperor Ming. Beizhi feels that he is just lost and crazy. He just wants to survive, so he doesn't care about the nonsense. Nonsense.”
Han Changmu's eyes flashed. Emperor Ming was a clever and cunning man, extremely conceited and extremely distrustful of anyone. His treasure trove must be unusual. Du Feng's words may not be complete nonsense.
Thinking of this, he took off his pouch, took out the square iron box, opened it, and revealed a piece of yellow paper lying quietly inside.
Han Changmu unfolded the paper and looked at it against the light.
This paper is cold to the touch, and its surface is covered with fine dark lines. The sunlight penetrates the mountains, rivers, vegetation, houses, and bridges depicted on the paper, and shines on the hand, causing the light and shadow to flow mottled.
Wang Xian touched two corners of the paper and marveled: "Sir, what kind of paper is this? It feels really good."
As he said that, he couldn't help but touch two more hands. The smooth and delicate feel was really hard to put down.
"It's human skin." Han Changmu glanced at Wang Xian's hand and added casually: "It's the skin of a beautiful woman. When a person is still alive, she peels off a thin layer of skin on her back."
"Skin them alive!" Wang Xian exclaimed and retracted his hand as if it was hot. He didn't feel that the yellowed paper felt so good, he just felt it was cruel.
Han Changmu nodded: "Emperor Ming was tyrannical and loved to use the skin of beautiful women as fans for painting. For this purpose, the palace specially collected many beauties without scars from the people to raise."
Wang Xian was shocked. He knew that the royal family was always unimaginably extravagant, but he never thought that this extravagance was not unimaginable, but outrageous.
He opened his mouth, but in the end it just turned into a sigh.
Han Changmu looked at the map, and what flashed in his mind was the map he got on Longyou Road. The two maps were put together, and this one just filled in the missing part of the other one.
His heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum, and he couldn't wait to return to the capital, put the two maps together, and see where the Ming Emperor's treasure, which everyone in the world was trying their best to obtain, was hidden.
He took a few shallow breaths, calmed down his pounding heart, folded the map neatly and put it away close to his body, stuffed the square iron box into his pocket, and hung it on his waist.
Wang Xian glanced at Han Changmu in surprise. If he didn't throw away such a hot potato, how could he still keep it for the New Year?
His expression suddenly changed again. Could it be that this person was planning to get a human skin and draw a fake map to confuse the public?
Han Changmu didn't squint his eyes and said calmly: "You can also fake the feel of human skin with a good oilcloth, but it is easy to crack with age." Wang Xian let out a long sigh of relief, okay, okay, he The adults in my family are not so completely perverted.
The two of them returned to the fence on the north side without any hindrance. Leng Linjiang was already anxious with the waiting. The hot sun was like a furnace, which made him break into a thin sweat. When he saw Han Changmu and the two coming back, he He was stunned at first, and then complained: "Why are you back here? Look at my sweat. There is only a handful of fennel powder between me and Zhirou."
Han Changmu pursed his lips and smiled: "How's it going? Is there any news?"
Leng Linjiang shook his head: "No one came out, and no one went in. It's just that two people ran out of the village gate and ran along this road. They scared me to death. Fortunately, I hid quickly." He Patting his heart, he said, "They are walking on the same road as you. I was worried that they would run into you."
Wang Xian answered: "Didn't we almost hit him? Fortunately, we hid quickly."
Leng Linjiang breathed a sigh of relief. This errand was really difficult. He asked Wang Xian doubtfully: "Didn't you enter the stronghold just now? Why did you come out again and are you still with Jiuchao?"
"He followed the water bandits from the village." Wang Xian opened his mouth and was about to speak. Han Changmu intercepted Wang Xian's words and spoke calmly, giving an overview of what had just happened, hiding many things that he couldn't understand. The content of what he said naturally also concealed the matter of the treasure left by Emperor Ming.
Wang Xian couldn't help but keep his mouth shut. He had better speak less. Ever since he became a watchman, his little mind has never moved. After so many years, it has long been rusted to death. Now I suddenly have to be careful, I'm still a little uncomfortable with it, I'm not very comfortable with it, and it's easy to make mistakes.
Leng Linjiang finished listening. Because Han Changmu had hidden too much and too important content, he was a little confused: "So, did you find anything?"
Han Changmu spread his hands: "I only hung the water bandit under the cliff, and found nothing else."
Leng Linjiang did not doubt that he was there, and reassured Han Changmu: "It's okay. There are a lot of water bandits in this village, and there are a few leaders. If we catch them all, we can always find out something."
Han Changmu made a vague hum, lowered his eyes, and twisted the bag around his waist. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long while, he took off the bag and handed it to Wang Xian. He whispered a few times: "You go ahead. "
Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, and quickly figured out the whole story, and nodded: "Don't worry, sir."
Leng Linjiang watched Wang Xian return to the village and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing? What did you give him?"
Han Changmu smiled mysteriously: "It's too quiet in the village, let them cause chaos."
After saying that, he found a shady place and sat back, slowly closed his eyes, and said tiredly and vaguely: "Have a rest for a while. It's bright and it's hard to do anything. Let's wait until dark."
Han Changmu was waiting for it to get dark, and many people were also waiting for it to get dark. After dark, the mountains where Qingyun Village is located were destined to be an uneasy night.
Wujin is falling in the west, the sky is dark, the surroundings are gray, and thin and moist mist is filling the air.
Qiu Fu reached out and brushed away the mist in the forest. Without looking back, he whispered to the people behind him: "Do it, do it gently, don't disturb the people in the village."
The person behind him responded, raised the two torches in his hands, and waved them back and forth a few times in a very regular manner. The two bright firelights penetrated the mist and swayed in the evening breeze at dusk.
At the same time, two torches also lit up on the mountain opposite the cliff. They were waved a few times very regularly and then extinguished very quickly.
Seeing this, the man behind Qiu Fu also extinguished the torch and passed an order. Not long after, the sound of rustling footsteps passed through the grass like the wind, and the figures flashed very fast. Only the grass was moving, but Can't see the number of people clearly.
Dozens of men dressed as water bandits stood quietly in the grass, while grass insects jumped and flew over their bodies and faces, but they remained motionless.
After a while, a soft sound sounded from the opposite cliff, and a huge thing rose up from the bottom of the cliff. It seemed to be slow but in fact it rose to the edge of the cliff very quickly. Then there was a loud noise and thick dust rose into the air.
Huang Lianyun saw this scene and nodded repeatedly: "Commander Qiu is indeed worthy of his reputation. After this incident, Commander Qiu has done another great achievement."
Qiu Fu said calmly with no expression: "Huang Naiyuan has been rewarded. The success or failure of this matter depends on this move." He turned his head with a gloomy and solemn expression: "Let them all pass."
The man behind him lowered his head slightly, said yes, and waved his hand. The men walked out of the grass one after another, walked silently to the edge of the cliff, and filed down.
In the dark twilight, one could see the shining hanging baskets sliding from the edge of the cliff to the opposite side. They were sliding rapidly. Even the hair and clothes of the three people in the hanging baskets were messy by the mountain wind.
There are many such hanging baskets, sliding down one after another, with three men standing in each one, almost bending the arm-thick ropeway that runs in the middle of the cliff.
After a full moment, all the hanging baskets slid to the opposite side. The men walked out of the hanging baskets, but did not enter the village. Instead, they climbed on the cliff, digging and digging. Broken soil and stones buried each bamboo tube.
These bamboo tubes were buried very shallowly. If it were daytime, they would never be hidden from the human eye. But tonight there is no moon or stars, and it gets dark very early. Water bandits all over the village are looking for Xie Mengxia all over the mountains and plains. Even the watchtowers are empty. Most of the time, if it doesn't work out, it's really a waste of the right time, place, and people.
Qiu Fu stood on the edge of the cliff, holding a telescope and looking at the situation on the opposite side. His heart felt a little heavy and he couldn't explain what he felt.
Huang Lianyun looked at Qiu Fu's face and said indifferently: "Commander Qiu has softened his heart?"
Qiu Fu was stunned for a moment: "Thousands and hundreds of lives, how can we not be soft-hearted."
Huang Lianyun shook his head in disapproval: "Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. The supreme position has always been piled up by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Let alone hundreds of lives, even tens of thousands of lives, they have to be given up." give up."
Qiu Fu was speechless, with the mountain wind blowing on his body, making him feel chilly. After a long while, he sighed: "What the supervisor Huang said is right."
Huang Lianyun looked up at the starless, moonless, blue sky, and sighed: "I hope it doesn't rain tonight, so they can leave more happily."
The people in the telescope were all well-trained, and their movements were clean and neat. In just a cup of tea, they buried all the bamboo tubes on the cliff, and then jumped into the hanging basket one by one, squeaking. turned back.
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