The people from Southern Xinjiang answered honestly: "I know only the two of us. We have been in the capital. When there is new news, we will fly pigeons to send letters to Southern Xinjiang."
When the brothers of the Mo family heard this, they understood something.
In the past, when the Mo family went on an expedition, every time they arrived at the border, the other party would know which general of the Mo family Dashun had sent, and even how many troops he brought with them.
There is no doubt that there are informants from Southern Xinjiang in the capital.
Their brothers had written to Emperor Shunwu many times, hoping that the latter would take the matter seriously and send more people to find the southern Xinjiang spies.
At that time, Emperor Shunwu still paid some attention to their words in order to let the Mo family protect the country for him.
But many times people were sent out to search without any results.
Unexpectedly, these two spies from southern Xinjiang were captured in the northwest by them.
Thinking of this, the Mo brothers hated the person in front of them even more.
However, the brothers all knew that before venting their anger, they had to ask clearly what they wanted to know.
Mo Jiuye continued to ask: "Yunli has been dead for so long, haven't you noticed any clues about Fei Ge's letter?"
What he was thinking was that since Yunli had been dead for so long, it was impossible that they hadn't conveyed any news at all.
And judging from the appearance of this southern Xinjiang man, he didn't find any clues about this matter.
"The master often goes out of the palace, and there is her confidant maid in the palace. The maid is basically responsible for receiving our letters. If the master is not here, the maid will send the news directly to the emperor."
Now, the problem is explained. Besides, it is not important to the Moh brothers who is responsible for receiving the news in southern Xinjiang.
Mo Jiuye continued to ask: "Then how did Mr. Simeng tell you to do things? Where are you hiding in the capital?"
"We live in Yong'an Lane in Beijing. There is a big tree in front of our door. We have placed a bird's nest on the tree. Whether the master or Mr. Simeng comes to us to do something, he will put a note into the bird's nest.
As long as we are in the capital, we will check if there are any new tasks every day. "
As natives of the capital, the Moh brothers are very familiar with Yong'an Lane.
The reason why it is called Yong'an Lane is because it was built by Wang Yong'an, the only man with a different surname who was the founding hero of Dashun.
King Yong'an had no descendants. Before his death, he took out all his property and transformed the place into countless residential houses for the homeless people to live in.
After hundreds of years of wind and frost, it has become the most mixed place in the capital.
These two people really knew how to choose a place to hide. With the messiness of Yong'an Lane, it's no wonder that so many people sent by Emperor Shunwu could not be found.
Of course, this also has a lot to do with their clothing and deliberate concealment.
Mo Jiuye finally figured it out. With Mr. Simeng's level of caution, even his disciples didn't know his whereabouts, and it was impossible for the two people who were temporarily used to know.
But you still need to ask clearly.
"Did Mr. Simeng tell you how to hand it over to him after you find his precious pet?"
The people from Southern Xinjiang shook their heads: "He didn't say how to give it to him. If we find the pet, we must bring it back to the capital to raise it temporarily and wait for his next news."
"When he orders you to do things, he can't possibly give you no benefits at all, right?" Mo Jiuye continued to ask.
After listening to his words, the Southern Xinjiang people's eyes unconsciously fell on the slightly swollen part of Mo Jiuye's chest.
"It's the purse you took away. In it is the quick method of raising gu that he gave us."
When Mo Jiuye just searched the two of them, there was indeed an inconspicuous little purse. He pinched it casually, thinking it was a banknote, so he didn't check it carefully.
Now that the southerner mentioned the purse, he took it out of his arms again.
As expected, what was in the wallet was not a banknote, but a piece of paper filled with words.
Seeing that the above record is indeed related to Gu insects, it shows that this southern Xinjiang man is not lying.
Mo Jiuye pondered for a moment, feeling that he could no longer think of any other questions.
So, he nodded towards his brothers who were gearing up for revenge.
The brothers immediately understood what he meant.
Although this man from southern Xinjiang was not the murderer who personally persecuted their Mo family men, he played a role in fueling the situation. Therefore, some torture was necessary.
Mo Jiuye had already formed an idea in his mind at this moment, and he had no intention of following his brothers to torture this southern Xinjiang native.
After he signaled, he walked out of the cave accompanied by the screams of the southern Xinjiang people.
He guessed that Mr. Simeng was most likely hiding in the capital of Dashun, otherwise he would not have thought of sending two spies from southern Xinjiang in the capital to the northwest to look for the golden-winged eagle.
If these two spies successfully find the golden-winged eagle, they will definitely bring it back to the capital. Wouldn't it be convenient for him to get his pet back?
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became, and at the same time he had the idea of rushing to the capital to find out.
But this matter was no small matter, and he had to think carefully about it.
As the screams that reached his ears became smaller and smaller, Mo Jiuye was thinking about the plan in his mind and had reached the foot of the mountain unknowingly.
He Zhiran was worried, fearing that the two southern Xinjiang people were tough and the Mo brothers wouldn't be able to find out any useful information, so he came here alone while his family wasn't paying attention.
As a result, they happened to meet Mo Jiuye walking down the mountain with a worried look on his face.
"Ran Ran, why are you here?"
Seeing his wife, Mo Jiuye ran over immediately and carefully supported her.
Seeing his nervous look, He Zhiran felt warm in his heart.
In modern times, she had never seen any husband treat his pregnant wife with such care.
"Nothing's wrong with me, don't worry. Besides, you've seen all the pregnant women in the village, and they're still working with men!"
"I don't care what other people do. I feel sorry for my own wife."
He Zhiran was used to being cared for like this from the time she was pregnant until now. What she just said was in vain.
"Can I ask for any useful information?" She simply changed the subject.
Mo Jiuye helped her walk and said.
"They are all from Yunli, and they can be regarded as spies stationed in Dashun from Southern Xinjiang..."
The two of them walked slowly. On the way, Mo Jiuye told He Zhiran everything he had just asked.
He Zhiran's first thought was the same as Mo Jiuye's, they both believed that Mr. Simeng was probably in the capital.
At the same time, He Zhiran also guessed Mo Jiuye's thoughts.
"Do you want to go to the capital?"
Mo Jiuye nodded heavily: "I do have this plan."
He Zhiran knew that her husband was not the impulsive type. Now that he had made a decision, he must have thought it over carefully.
Moreover, Mr. Simeng is currently the biggest enemy of the Mo family. If he can be found earlier, the father-in-law, eldest brother, and second brother can also be reunited with their families as soon as possible.
