"Hey, this won't work, that won't work. Is it okay to be exiled to Shazhou?"
"Diao Youde, are you out of your mind? Can you say something auspicious?"
"Auspicious? Can you say congratulations on our desperate trip to Shazhou?"
"I really can't stand you at all..."
More than a dozen sword holders were crowded into a room, frowning.
The self-examination phase is over and everyone is fine, at least on the surface.
As for the stolen 100,000 taels of silver notes, it’s not that I really have no clue, it’s just that I have no idea where to start.
The person with the greatest suspicion right now is none other than Jin Dao Yang Hongshan.
But King Luo asked him to check for traces of the thief. Wouldn't checking Yang Hongshan at this juncture be tantamount to slapping King Luo in the face?
And the Golden Sword is not something they can check if they want to...
As a result, there is only a dead end in front of everyone.
On the main seat, Lin Xiushan crossed his arms over his chest, his thick eyebrows frowning together.
"The ticket numbers of the 100,000 silver notes are all recorded, and Miss Qinghe has sent someone to notify the world's banks that exchange is strictly prohibited."
"As long as the thief dares to use the banknotes to exchange for silver, he will be unable to fly!"
Although Dali banknotes do not need to be inspected for circulation, there are strictly prohibited anti-counterfeiting measures for banknote numbers.
Each banknote is like an ID card, with a unique ticket number and a seal that is difficult to forge, etc.
Although silver notes have been circulated among the people in Dali, there are still many restrictions on the face value of one thousand taels, and if you want to exchange for one thousand taels of silver notes, you can only go to Tianxia Bank, the largest bank in the capital of each state.
In this way, as long as these ticket numbers are restricted, the one hundred thousand taels of silver notes are basically equivalent to waste paper, and can even be said to be a reminder.
As for the girl Qinghe in Lin Xiu's mountain pass, she is the maid next to King Luo, equivalent to a personal bodyguard.
Hearing this, everyone nodded, but Jiang Wuji couldn't figure it out, so he asked: "What the boss said makes sense, but the thief must also know that the banknotes are easily restricted. If this is the case, why would he take the risk to steal it?" ?”
"Haha, you don't think the thieves from the Red Lotus really want to steal money, do you?"
"..."
Oh, so you went around in such a big circle just to give the empress a bit of color?
No, this is too far-fetched. Who would rebel like that? Moreover, the busty female thief said that this matter has nothing to do with the Red Lotus Sect.
Compared to the current cluelessness, the female thief's words are more credible.
Just when Jiang Wuji was hesitating whether to say something or how to say it, a light voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Is Lin Jindao here?"
Lin Xiushan frowned and stood up to open the door.
Outside the door, a woman in green clothes stood tall.
Her hair was pulled into a double bun, with jasper flowers inserted sideways, and a few strands of black hair scattered on the left and right, transforming her white face into a standard oval-seed face.
Jiang Wuji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Oh, what a pure girl!
His eyes moved down the gooseneck.
Pity……
"Miss Qinghe is here now. What is King Luo's order?" Lin Xiushan asked.
Qinghe is the maid next to King Luo, who is equivalent to a personal bodyguard, so Lin Xiushan asked this question.
Qinghe smiled warmly and focused his clear, watery eyes on Jiang Wuji.
Jiang Wuji: "?"
Qinghe: "King Luo wants to see Jiang Tongdao. I wonder if Lin Jindao can make it convenient?"
"?!"
Fat-headed fish wants to see me?
…
Prince Luo's Mansion is not far from Fengtiansi, both in Tingfeng Lane.
On the road, Jiang Wuji followed Miss Qinghe, his mind as confused as a ball of mush.
Could it be that the secret between me and the female thief was discovered?
This queen seems to know everything.
It’s so cute, and it’s so heart-warming...
?
What are you thinking about?
Do you still think about this when you are about to die?
Otherwise, run away as soon as possible?
According to the classification of martial arts in this world, those who have just started are called "third-rate martial artists", then "second-rate warriors", and then "first-rate masters".
At the top is the martial arts master, and Fengtiansi's golden swords are all at the master level.
Although I am only a bronze swordsman, I still have second-rate strength. Most people are no match for me.
If she runs away... forget it, Miss Tao Xin can become King Luo's personal maid, and she is a master. What's the difference between running away now and seeking death?
Why……
…
Not long after, Prince Luo's Mansion arrived.
After detouring through several quiet lanes, a sparkling microwave appeared in front of my eyes.
From a distance, you can see a tall fiery red figure on the waterside pavilion in the center of the lake, which looks like flying clouds and is fascinating.
Looking closer, King Luo, who is wearing a long red dress, does not look gorgeous, but looks more dignified and majestic.
Black hair like a waterfall, skin like gelatin...
"Your Highness, we are here." Qing He bowed and saluted.
Hearing this, King Luo nodded lightly, scattered the fish food in his hand, and turned to look at Jiang Wuji outside the water pavilion.
Fortunately, Fengtiansi did not have the ritual of kneeling down, so Jiang Wuji only had to bow and hand over his hands.
"His Royal Highness King Luo."
"Um……"
Sister Yu’s nasal voice is nice, but now is not the time to appreciate it.
"I heard that after Jiang Jindao died in the battle, you were addicted to gambling. You still owe thousands of taels to the gambling house, and you even borrowed money from many colleagues?"
Hiss...it turns out to be the case.
Because I am poor, and the Yin Dao who was killed last night was my direct boss, you suspect that I am an accomplice?
Okay, okay, reasonable, my brain works.
So, the fat-headed fish doesn’t know about the female thief?
Thinking of this, Jiang Wuji couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
So, Jiang Wuji saluted again: "Back to Your Highness, my adoptive father was extremely grateful for his humble position, so he was overly sad and went astray."
King Luo sat down at the stone table, placing the heavy fat-headed fish gently on the table, with a look of laziness between his brows.
"Jiang Jindao was known as the Fengtiansi Divine Catcher during his lifetime. You are his adopted son. Although you have no bloodline, you should have heard about it since you were young. Do you have any clues about the theft of banknotes?"
"hehe……"
Jiang Wuji smiled bitterly and asked: "Your Highness came to me, isn't it just because he is suspicious of his humble position?"
Hearing this, Fat-headed Fish and Miss Tao Xin both frowned, obviously not expecting Jiang Wuji to dare to say such a thing.
But as a young man who has received nine years of compulsory education, he doesn't care about these twists and turns.
After a long moment of silence, King Luo raised his snow-white chin: "Go on."
King Luo may seem like a domineering president, but he is a sensible person who will not attack because of suspicion.
Jiang Wuji thought a lot along the way, and although he was still a little confused, he managed to sort out an idea.
"I just heard from Lin Jindao that Miss Qinghe has sent someone to notify the bank to restrict the ticket numbers."
"That's what I mean. Is there anything wrong with it?"
"No, no, no, your highness did a good job."
"Oh, I need you to praise me for my actions?"
"..."
This wave hit the horse's hooves, making Jiang Wuji's head buzz, so he simply focused on the key points.
"Once the ticket number is restricted, the banknote becomes useless paper. So why do thieves go to so much trouble to steal it?"
"Of course, maybe the Red Lotus Sect doesn't care about the money, just to dismount the Holy Emperor... Well, I think, in case you are not a member of the Red Lotus Sect..."
"Haha." King Luo sneered: "Except for the Red Lotus Sect, who would dare to leave that kind of note?"
Qinghe on the side also softly echoed at this time: "It seems that Jiang Tongdao has not inherited Jiang Jindao's mantle."
"Wait a minute, you two."
Jiang Wuji asked seriously: "Let me ask you, the thief Fengtiansi dared to steal from the warehouse, what else can he not dare to do?"
"This..." Qing He bit his red lips lightly and looked at King Luo with his big clear eyes.
The latter also frowned slightly, as if he was pondering Jiang Wuji's words over and over again.
In fact, the reason is very simple, but Fengtiansi has always been sensitive to the affairs of the Red Lotus Sect, so he was misled by a piece of paper.
It can be regarded as a blind eye.
Of course, Jiang Wuji could be so sure, and the words of the busty female thief accounted for most of the reasons.
After a while, King Luo asked seriously: "If it is true as you said, then wouldn't it be even more unreasonable for the thief to do this?"
If you are not a member of the Red Lotus Sect and know that banknotes are easily restricted, it is indeed even more unreasonable to steal them like this.
"It seems so on the surface, but what if..."
Jiang Wuji lowered his voice and added a little bubble sound.
"Leave aside the Red Lotus Sect, if the humble position is a thief, then you must come up with a way to deal with the ticket number restrictions in advance, and the best way to avoid the restrictions is to falsify the ticket number..."
"This is impossible." Qing He said aloud: "Each bank note will be destroyed after being exchanged for cash to avoid the possibility of leakage and duplication of ticket numbers, unless... you..."
Jiang Wuji smiled and said nothing.
The fat-headed fish, with his eyebrows lowered in thought, took over the conversation.
"Unless the ticket numbers extracted from the warehouse were false from the beginning."
"In this way, the one hundred thousand taels of silver notes can be avoided and exchanged for cash!"
Jiang Wuji: "His Highness is smart, and I admire him for his humble position."
Fat-headed fish: "Haha..."
