Luoshanyi. This is the farthest post house in the capital. Hao Zhao got off his horse, endured hunger, thirst, and fatigue, and drank a ladle of water from the water tank.
“Shopkeeper, a fast horse.
"Two hundred dollars. Pay the money and exchange the horse. Hao Zhao moved smoothly, as if he had practiced it thousands of times, but it was obviously his first time traveling far away. Following the direction indicated by the shopkeeper, he waved his whip and ran straight to Shangguan Road. This time he went out with only a little money, a Han sword for self-defense, and a thin piece of tissue paper. Because he skipped the bargaining process, when he arrived at Luoshan Station, he didn't have much money left. Seeing that it was getting late, he wanted to enter Luoyang City before sunset. Along the way, he checked the tissue paper in his arms from time to time. Important information was written on it and he needed to deliver it to Wei Cheng in time.
"Sir, it has been found out. It seems that Dong Zhuo did this."
"This person's name is Qi Ji. He was from Liangzhou. He used to be a steward in Dong Zhuo's mansion. Now he is dead." Xu Chu's face was solemn. When he found the person, the guy named Qi Ji had already hung himself from a southeastern branch in a small courtyard. .
Yes, according to the careful inspection of the two attendants, there were only the footprints of one person at the scene, and there were no traces of anyone else entering. The expression on Wei Cheng's face remained unchanged as he continued to read a scroll of bamboo slips. Wang Yun had a lot of books in his home. He lived there. There is a small study room in the courtyard.
At this time, Wei Ping on the side frowned and said:
"Sir, I'm afraid there's some fraud involved. This man died too soon." Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows, looked up at Wei Ping, and said approvingly:
"Yes, it is indeed a scam, but what does it have to do with us?" Xu Chu and Wei Pian looked at each other.
Wei Cheng put down the bamboo slips, picked up a cup of tea and drank it all, then calmly said:
"The lion is attacking Wang Gai. The Wang family is not in a hurry. Why should I be in a hurry?"
"Well?"
"Both Xu and Chu were stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly realized it at the same time. Wei Ping said:
"Yes, we can find out. As a local snake in the capital, how can we not find out the Wang family?" Xu Chu frowned slightly, as if he had realized something.
Wei Cheng smiled and said nothing. Anyway, I am here to save Zhong Xian's daughter. As long as these intrigues do not harm myself, Xu Chu and others, just turn a blind eye. If you want to trick me, you are still too naive.
Wang Yun never expected that Wei Cheng didn't care at all about the struggle for power between him and Dong Zhuo. The reason why Wei Cheng went south to Luoyang was just to rescue Zhong Chan, and he really had no interest in choosing sides.
"Sir, Miss Diao Chan is here." Wei Ping said as he looked outside the courtyard. Wei Cheng raised his eyes and saw a pink light refracted in. Who else could that outstanding person be if it wasn't Diao Chan?
"What's she doing here again?" Although Wei Cheng was always on guard against honey traps, he couldn't keep people away.
He stood up to greet her, only to see Diao Chan holding a bowl of soup in her hand.
"Brother Wei, my wife has stewed the tonic soup and asked me to bring a bowl over while it's hot." Wei Cheng looked carefully and saw the fine beads of sweat on Diao Chan's forehead. Looking at the fingers of his hands, they were already red from the heat of the bowl.
"Wei Cheng, you, hurriedly reached out and took it. As soon as he took it, he felt a breath of heat coming from the pottery bowl, not to mention the high temperature of 70 or 80 degrees. Wei Cheng was suddenly burned and threw the bowl out with both hands. Diao Chan Seeing this, she exclaimed. The next moment, Wei Cheng grabbed her hands and shouted hurriedly:
"Zhongkang, burn ointment, hurry up." Xu Chu also didn't expect that this little girl would be so violent. Her hands were visibly blood red and she was about to get blisters. How did she endure it all the way?
Is it an act? In fact, I used a tray at the beginning, but when I got to the hospital gate, I changed my hand to hold the bowl? Impossible. Although Wei Cheng is not a professional doctor, he still has the basic understanding. The injury on Diao Chan's hand feels serious.
"Why are you doing this?" Although Wei Cheng knew that she was approaching him 'premeditated', he still felt that she was trying too hard.
"Your hand is almost useless, how can you play the piano in the future?" Wei Cheng asked. Diao Chan pursed her lips tightly, biting her teeth lightly, her pink lips quivering palely and feebly, which made people feel very distressed.
She was already used to being deliberately difficult like this today. Because she hated her appearance, Wang Wei often punished her with various small means. It was nothing to get a hot bowl. She had suffered no matter how painful it was. She had to have the awareness to rely on others.
But what she didn't expect was. Why does this person who obviously seems to hate himself care so much about him suddenly?
Watching Wei Teng carefully apply the plaster on herself, Zhong Chan felt mixed emotions. What useful information did her adoptive father want to get from him when he let her get close to him?
Could it be that she just wanted to drive a wedge between him and Dong Zhuo? Zhong Chan thought of her father again. In fact, she had a confusion that she still couldn't figure out. Although Dong Zhuo sang and sang every night, there were countless musicians in the capital, so why should Dong Zhuo bother to obey the law? Father, take father away from here?
Could it be that her father had something powerful in his hands? Facing Wei Cheng, she actually had no confidence. Even though she knew that Wei Cheng and Dong Zhuo had a sworn relationship, she just couldn't hate him.
Not to mention deliberately approaching Wei Cheng to get information about his father.
"Okay, after Miss Diao Chan goes back, remember not to wash your hands and let the ointment fully penetrate. Just change the ointment at this time tomorrow. Wei Cheng's voice broke Zhong Chan's reverie and pulled her out of her daze. Zhong Chan looked at The gauze in his hand has a conspicuous embroidery on it. Judging from the outline, it should be the word "Zhongdao".
"This is Brother Wei's handkerchief. I'll wash it and bring it to you when I get back.
"Don't worry, I'll remove it tomorrow and change the gauze. I'll give you this handkerchief." Wei Cheng was still reluctant to have too much interaction with Diao Chan. She was an amazing beauty, and she hated scheming girls the most.
Seeing Wei Cheng's face darken, Zhong Chan couldn't help but feel depressed. She really didn't know where she had offended Wei Cheng at this moment.
"Master, Master...
"Huh?" Wei Cheng's eyes lit up.
"Xiao Zhao, why are you here?" At the entrance of the courtyard, Hao Zhao, who looked tired, walked in with the support of his entourage.
Seeing Wei Cheng, Hao Zhao showed an innocent smile and took out a piece of tissue paper from his arms.
"Young Master, I'm lucky to have lived up to my fate. This was written by Uncle Mute... I, I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence. Hao Zhao fell directly to the ground. Upon seeing this, Wei Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to check. Fortunately, he was just unconscious. Go over. Next to her, Zhong Chan's expression changed, and she leaned over to pick up the silk paper that Hao Zhao had dropped on the ground. What came into view were sixteen characters, sixteen handwritings that almost made her suffocate, and were extremely familiar. [Ming Ming The sound of the cicada makes the cicada fall into a dream, my daughter Hongchang sees the words like her face]
"Dad?" Zhong Chan said in surprise. Wei Cheng, who was checking Hao Zhao's condition, looked back, his face changed drastically, he snatched the tissue paper away, frowned and scolded:
"Miss Diaochan, it's too rude to ask for it without telling anyone!" Zhong Chan:
