In the dead of night, people are quiet, and there are a few sounds of grasshoppers.
Deep in an obscure dyehouse in the city, the door was suddenly pushed open.
A group of masked people, both male and female, old and young, sat quietly in a room full of people, like dolls, and no one knew each other's identities.
Wei Ye also entered with his face covered, and issued orders one after another.
Everyone has received their ultimate mission these days.
Finally, Wei Ye handed over a bag in his hand, which contained dozens of small wooden boxes, and asked the coachman Xu Kai to distribute the marks on the wooden boxes to some of the people.
"Whoever receives the small box can take it back and open it secretly in the residence of the master you serve or next to them."
No one knows what this is.
But no one questioned it.
Not long after, the dyehouse was deserted again, leaving only the swirling night wind.
…
At this end, Qiao Yan helped Ming Lanruo wash up. She finally couldn't bear the exhaustion and fell asleep, still holding his sleeve in her hand.
Qiao Yan looked at the person on the bed, gently stroked the corners of her pink lips with his fingertips, gently held her slender hand and slowly pulled it away.
Then he stood up, changed into night clothes, and glanced at the window.
The window opened silently, and with a movement of his body, he flew out and disappeared into the dark night.
Jing He came in through the door as if he were on duty, leaned against the window with his sword in hand, and started to watch the night.
The thick darkness covered everything.
Everyone seems to be doing something secretly, just because - the storm is about to come.
Magistrate Tang sat somewhat dullly in front of a round flower table made of willow wood, touching the beautiful mother-of-pearl inlaid on it.
He didn't quite understand that there were so many good trees in the Changbai Mountains that were thousands of years old, but the furniture in this room was either willow or frivolous and cheap wood like locust.
Even if it is inlaid with beautiful mother-of-pearl, it is worthless.
Obviously...
Her status means that she should enjoy all the glory and wealth like a queen.
Master Gu loves her so much.
"I've been waiting for a long time. I just finished copying the Ksitigarbha Sutra and enshrined it in front of the Bodhisattva." The door suddenly opened and a woman dressed in white came in.
She was a very beautiful woman. Although she was old, it did not affect her beauty. There was just a layer of indifference between her eyebrows.
Cold as frost flowers.
Magistrate Tang stood up, with a rare hint of embarrassment on his chubby face: "It's not urgent, it's not urgent, Yueniang, I just have something urgent to say to you in private."
The heroine glanced lightly at the two maids beside her.
"Mrs. Yue, please leave." The two maids bowed and left.
Mrs. Yue sat down and said, "Tell me what's going on."
Magistrate Tang didn't care about her coldness at all, but he was nervous for a moment and didn't know how to start the topic, so he asked casually: "This willow wood inlaid with mother-of-pearl is also beautiful, but I am always a little curious, why Yue Niang likes these woods, they are not durable!"
Mrs. Yue glanced at him expressionlessly: "Is this the important thing you want to tell me?"
Magistrate Tang smiled awkwardly and hesitated for a moment: "No, you... still remember Xiao Guanyun, the youngest of the Xiao family, Major General Guanyun, who was only seventeen years old."
The white jade Buddha beads in Mrs. Yue's hand stopped for a moment, and she said indifferently: "I don't remember, why are you mentioning him?"
Magistrate Tang sighed and said in a low voice: "Didn't the young general call you sister? He learned his mechanism skills from you. You also love his younger brother the most. He has been following you all day long since he was a child."
Mrs. Yue paused and looked at him coldly with her beautiful eyes: "That was so many years ago. Now everyone in my family has died because of him. The Xiao family has died. Should I remember him?"
Magistrate Tang looked at Mrs. Yue's indifferent look. He looked at her intently for a moment: "You shouldn't forget him. In the end, he protected you and me from escaping to heaven. Do you still remember? He led people into the north.
Meng Renli, when he turned around and smiled, he shouted..."
"Shut up!" Mrs. Yue seemed to be extremely bored and stood up immediately: "Tang Shujie, what on earth do you want to say? Which of us has not lost his family because of the Xiao family? Why are you still bringing this up after twenty years?"
Magistrate Tang looked at her holding the bracelet with Buddhist beads and sighed: "Yue Niang, you can hate anyone from the Xiao family, but you shouldn't hate Major General Guanyun. His birthday is also coming. In a few days, you and I
How about we go together and offer a stick of incense to our old friends?"
Mrs. Yue said coldly: "Prefect Tang, go back. I still want to copy scriptures and offer them to my parents, brothers and sisters who died in vain."
Magistrate Tang was not in a hurry, turned around and left, smiling before leaving: "I'll pick you up that day."
Mrs. Yue's back was lonely and cold, and she didn't answer.
Magistrate Tang said no more and slowly went downstairs with his bodyguards.
After leaving the courtyard, the middle-aged guard who followed him whispered: "Mrs. Yue refuses to go with you to offer incense. I'm afraid it will be difficult to take her away before the war breaks out."
However, Magistrate Tang bent his slender eyes and stood with his hands behind his back: "No, Yueniang will come with me. If she really hates Major General Guanyun, she will not copy scriptures for him."
It is not that he does not have his own manpower in the village. Yueniang has copied many scriptures over the years. In addition to giving them to her family members, there are also many red-blooded brothers who died in the war.
One of the scriptures always depicts a lotus leaf.
Lotus leaf and lotus belong to the same genus.
And Major General Guanyun’s nickname is Lian Jun.
It was taken from Yueniang.
If Yueniang really hated the young general who had been pulling her clothes since childhood, how could she copy scriptures for him?
Five days later, the army will arrive at the foot of Changbai Mountain. It will be the most chaotic time. That day is also the birthday of Major General Guanyun.
He was sure to take Yueniang away.
Magistrate Tang touched the beard on his lips and showed a cold yet gentle smile.
The shameless person Gu Dazhu has occupied her for so many years, now it's time for him to rescue her...
When he and the prince's assassins lurking among the three armies join together and take advantage of the chaos of the war to kill Concubine Ming and King Qin's group, the Northeastern Territory will be his and hers!
…
On the roof, a figure looked like the mist of the night condensed, lying quietly on the eaves and listening to everything.
After Tang Zhifu walked away, he tiptoed a little, suddenly moved, and disappeared.
When he showed up again, he was already inside the house.