This is the farthest posthouse in Gyeonggi Province.
Hao Zhao got off his horse, endured hunger, thirst and fatigue, took a gourdful of water from the water tank and drank it all.
"Shopkeeper, a fast horse.
"Two hundred dollars.
Handing over money and exchanging horses, Hao Zhao moved smoothly, as if he had practiced it thousands of times, but it was clearly his first time traveling far away.
Following the direction indicated by the store owner, he waved his riding whip and headed straight for Shangguan Road.
This time when he went out, he only brought a little money, a Han sword for self-defense, and a thin piece of silk paper.
Because he skipped the bargaining process, when he arrived at Luoshanyi, he had very little 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 B in time.
"Sir, it has been found out. It seems that Dong Zhuo did this."
"This man's name is Qi Ji. He is from Liangzhou. He used to be a steward in Dong Zhuo's house. Now he is dead."
Xu Chu's face was solemn. When he found the person, the guy named Qiji had already hung himself on a southeast branch in a small courtyard.
That's right, according to the careful inspection of the two attendants, there were only footprints of one person at the scene, and there were no traces of anyone else entering.
The expression on Wei B's face remained unchanged, and he continued to read a scroll of bamboo slips. Wang Yun had a lot of books in his home, and there was a small study room in the courtyard where he lived.
At this time, Wei Ping on the side frowned and said: "Sir, I'm afraid there is a fraud, this man died too soon.
Wei B 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 Ping looked at each other.
Wei B put down the bamboo slips, picked up a cup of tea and drank it, and said calmly: "The lion is attacking Wang Gai. The Wang family is not in a hurry. Why should I be in a hurry?"
"Well?"
"this
Both Xu Chu and Xu Chu were stunned for a moment.
Then it dawned on me 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 B smiled and said nothing.
Anyway, I'm here to save Zhong Xian's daughter. As long as they don't harm myself, Xu Chu and others, just turn a blind eye to those intrigues. If you want to trick me, you are still too naive.
Wang Yun never expected that Wei B didn't care at all about the struggle for power between him and Dong Zhuo. The reason why Wei B 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 looked outside the courtyard and said.
Wei B looked up 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 B is always on guard against honey traps, it is not easy to 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 still hot."
Wei B took a closer look and saw the fine beads of sweat on Diao Chan's forehead. Looking at the fingers of his hands, they were already red from being burned by the bowl. "You're so stupid."
Wei B hurriedly reached out to take it. As soon as he took it, he felt a heat coming from the pottery bowl, at least seventy or eighty degrees high. Wei B was suddenly burned, and he threw the bowl away with both hands.
Seeing this, Diao Chan exclaimed.
The next moment, Wei B 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 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 entrance of the courtyard, I specifically changed hands to hold the bowl?
Impossible. Although Wei B is not a professional doctor, he still has basic knowledge. The injury on Diao Chan's hand feels serious. "Why are you bothering?" Although Wei B knew that she approached him 'premeditated',
But I still felt that she worked too hard. "Your hands are almost useless, how can you play the piano in the future?" Wei B 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 has long been used to deliberately making things difficult like this today.
Because she hated her appearance, Wang Wei often punished her with various small means. It was nothing to give her a hot bowl. She had suffered no matter how painful it was. She had to have the consciousness of being dependent on others.
But, what she didn't expect was.
Why does this person who obviously seems to hate me care so much about him all of a sudden?
Watching Wei B carefully apply the plaster on himself, Zhong Chan felt mixed emotions. What useful information did his adoptive father want to get from him when he let her get close to him? Could it be that he simply wanted to drive a wedge between him and Dong Zhuo?
Zhong Chan thought about her father again. In fact, she had a confusion that she had not been able to solve. Although Dong Zhuo played music every night, there were countless musicians in the capital. Why did Dong Zhuo bother to take his father away from his adoptive father?
Could it be that my father has something extraordinary in his hands?
Facing Wei B, she actually had no confidence. Even though she knew that Wei B had an irreconcilable relationship with Dong Zhuo, she just couldn't hate him. Not to mention deliberately approaching Wei B to get information about her father.
"Okay, after Miss Diao Chan goes back, remember not to wash your hands and let the ointment fully penetrate. You can just change the ointment again at this time tomorrow.
Wei B's voice broke Zhong Chan's reverie and pulled her out of her daze.
Zhong Chan looked at the gauze in his hand. There was a conspicuous embroidery on it. Judging from the outline, it should be the word [Zhongdao]. "This is...Brother Wei's handkerchief. I will wash it and bring it to you when I get back."
.
"Don't worry, I will remove it and change the gauze tomorrow. This handkerchief is for you."
Wei B is still reluctant to have too much interaction with Diao Chan. She is an amazing beauty, and she hates scheming girls the most.
Seeing Wei B's face darken, Zhong Chan couldn't help but feel sad. She really didn't know where she had offended Wei B.
at this time.
"Master, Master...
"Um?'
Wei B'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 B, Hao Zhao showed an innocent smile and took out a piece of tissue paper from his arms.
"Mr. Gongzi, fortunately I have lived up to my fate. This is written by Uncle Dumb...I, I
Before he could finish his sentence, Hao Zhao fell directly to the ground. Upon seeing this, Wei B hurriedly stepped forward to check, but fortunately he was just unconscious. Next to him, Zhong Chan's expression changed, and he leaned over to pick up the tissue paper that Hao Zhao had dropped on the ground.
What came into view were sixteen characters, sixteen handwritings that almost suffocated her and were extremely familiar.
[The sound of chirping makes cicadas dream, my daughter Hongchang sees words like faces]
"Dad?" Zhong Chan said in surprise.
Wei B, who was checking Hao Zhao's condition, looked back, his face changed drastically, he snatched the tissue paper away, frowned and scolded: "Miss Diao Chan, it's too rude to ask for it without telling you!"