The police officer in black did not conceal his identity, nor did he need to conceal his identity. In fact, it goes without saying that his iconic black clothes showed his identity.
Gao Quan immediately realized that the person coming was the Imperial City Secretary.
It is rumored that the backstage of Chuixue Tower is the Imperial City Division, so Gao Quan understands the purpose of these two black-clothed police officers.
There are also experts in Chuixuelou who have identified and eliminated the true identity of the so-called "Hundred Flower Brewing" in such a short period of time, so they came here.
Moreover, Huang Chengsi found Gao Quan's biggest weakness without any deviation.
Gao Quan didn't try to quibble, but he still wanted to fool him with a sense of luck.
But as soon as the black-clothed policeman opened his mouth, Gao Quan knew that there was no chance.
"Where are those batches of Jing Yangchun placed?"
The black-clothed Chazi spoke in a calm tone, but the hand holding the Yanling knife was very steady. Gao Quan could even see Hong Yan's beautiful skin that made him crazy. Feeling the coldness of the Yanling knife,
changes that occurred.
Gao Quan said what he knew without thinking.
Although he had sworn in front of Sang Sanniang that he would never tell this secret, today's situation left him with no choice.
After hearing him tell him where he was, Hong Yan gave him a cold look.
When Chazi in black patted the back of Hongyan's neck, causing his beloved woman to faint to the ground, Gao Quan felt a sense of relief.
He had always thought that winemaking was the most important thing in his life, until he met Hongyan, and this woman had turned into the most important thing in his life.
So when he received a heavy blow to the back of his head, Gao Quan fell to the ground with a smile on his face.
Hongyan is not dead, and he himself is not dead, then everything is fine.
Gao Quan's last thoughts before passing out were this.
"What Jingyangchun, what Baihuajiang, go to hell."
I don't know how long it took, but Gao Quan was woken up by someone shaking him. Gao Quan opened his eyes and found that it was Hong Yan shaking him, and the two of them were still in their own room, not some dark prison.
Gao Quan was very happy.
"Hongyan, are you okay?"
But what stood in sharp contrast was Hong Yan's cold and frosty face.
"Why did you do this?" Hong Yan's face was so cold that it turned to ice: "Why did you tell me about that place?"
Gao Quan's heart suddenly sank. Could it be that everything he did was wrong?
Only then did he notice that Hong Yan was holding a small, sharp knife in her hand, which was pressed against his chest.
This scene made Gao Quan so distressed that he almost stopped breathing.
"Do you know why the Nu family is by your side?" Hongyan pressed tightly against Gao Quan's chest and whispered in his ear: "If it wasn't for the orders from above, do you think there is anything in you that can make the Nu family
Do you think you can afford it?"
Gao Quan could only smile bitterly in return.
Did it turn out that I was wrong from the beginning?
"But tonight you completely shattered the slave family's hopes." Hongyan gradually became angry in her words: "What you did has made all the slave family's efforts completely in vain."
Gao Quan smiled bitterly and said, "If I didn't tell you, wouldn't you die?"
"What do you know!" Hong Yan spoke faster and faster: "Compared to that secret, the lives of the two of us are nothing! If you were a man, you should fight with those two policemen in black.
Instead of exchanging secrets for the lives of slaves!"
"Now that things are like this, what do you want?" Gao Quan suddenly said: "Since the secret has been known to the Imperial City Division, maybe that location has now fallen into the control of the Imperial City Division. Even if you kill me, Sang
Will Sanniang let you go?"
"Nonsense!" Hong Yan categorically interrupted what Gao Quan was trying to express, but Gao Quan clearly felt that the pressure on his chest seemed to have relaxed a little.
"We still have a chance to escape." Gao Quan gave Hong Yan a big smile: "Escape from Bianliang and escape to a place where no one can find us."
"Sooner or later... they will still find us." Hong Yan could hardly hold on to the sharp knife.
Gao Quan suddenly hugged Hong Yan and said in her ear: "Until then, won't we always live happily?"
This temptation was very great for Hong Yan, making her fall into confusion; when she woke up, Gao Quan had already gently snatched the sharp knife, placed it on a convenient table, and took it out from the cabinet next to her.
This package is full of fine gold and silver. If they save more, it will be enough for them to live for half their lives.
"You..." Hong Yan could hardly stand up.
"Let's go!" Gao Quan put the burden on his back and helped Hong Yan up: "In a while, the south gate will open... This is our last chance!"
Hong Yan was suddenly filled with energy, and she and Gao Quan supported each other and went out.
The east has turned white.
...
...
A farm somewhere in the west of the city.
The police officers in black had already sneaked in here without making a sound and took control of the entire farm without spending much effort.
Their keen sense and rich experience allowed them to quickly find the purpose of their trip.
Jing Yangchun with piles of goods inside the warehouse.
After Wu Song asked the policeman in black to count the number, a smile appeared on his face.
I didn't expect that Baihualou would hide all the Jing Yangchuns in the same place. This is really... childish.
Wu Song estimated that, except for the first batch of Jing Yangchun who was brewed into Baihua Brew, the rest should be here.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
The black-clothed Chazi bowed and waited for Wu Song's order.
Even if it was Wu Song, he couldn't help but walk out of the warehouse and let Night Breeze calm his somewhat heated mind so that he wouldn't make the wrong move.
"What would Big Brother do if he were here?"
Wu Song looked up at the stars and touched the two snowflake iron swords on his back. The cold handles gave him an idea quickly.
"Start loading the car and call the owner."
Wu Song turned around and walked towards the hall.
Apart from Jing Yangchun, Ximen Qing is more concerned about who is the boss behind Baihualou.
This is what Wu Song will do next.
The owner of the village was pulled out from under the hot quilt. In the same hot quilt, there was also his third concubine.
"Who are you!"
Before he finished speaking, the person who came quickly blocked his mouth, and at the same time tied his beloved third concubine directly under the quilt, and his mouth was naturally blocked.
"Bandits? Grass bandits? Snitches?"
The owner of the village was pushed and pushed all the way. Possibilities popped up in his mind, but he quickly denied them all.
This is the outskirts of Bianliang, where did the bandits and bandits come from?
The methods of these people were obviously very professional and organized. He had never heard of any snitches being able to do this.
At the same time, the owner also found that the direction he was heading was the hall of the farm.
The lights there are brightly lit, and he usually works here by himself.
But tonight, there was only a big man on the chair with a pair of swords on his back, looking at him with interest.
The owner of the village was only wearing thin clothes and could not help but shiver in the night wind.
"Come here, give the owner a charcoal basin." Wu Song waved his hand, and someone immediately moved the charcoal basin in front of the owner, making him feel much warmer.
But the owner still didn't know who the visitor was.
"We are from the Imperial City Division." Without him having to think twice, Wu Song revealed his identity in his first sentence: "Presumably the village owner has also heard of the Imperial City Division?"
Suddenly, the village owner felt his limbs were cold and couldn't help but get closer to the charcoal basin.
Of course the village owner has heard of the location of the Imperial City Division, and he has also heard of the methods of the Imperial City Division.
Why did the Imperial City Secretary suddenly appear here? The village owner seemed to have some speculations in his mind.
"My surname is Wu, what is the surname of the village owner?" Wu Song asked politely.
"The surname is Cai." The owner of the village did not hide it. It was not a good idea to lie in front of the Imperial City Secretary.
"Very good." Getting a good start made Wu Song smile: "Then Master Cai, can you tell me that this village is the villa of Mr. Cai in Bianliang?"
"Are you here for that batch of Jingyangchun?" Mentioning the real owner of Zhuangzi, Zhuangzhu Cai suddenly felt confident: "I might as well tell you that the owner here is not someone you, the Imperial City Division, can afford to offend.
."
"Oh?" Wu Song responded with a smile: "The owner of the village seems to have narrowed the scope a lot, so we will save a lot of effort."
Master Cai pricked up his ears and listened to the noise outside: "Are you trying to move Jing Yangchun away? To be honest, if the owner of this place knew about this, you might even want to pull him back... So you guys
If you don’t want to waste your efforts, you can stop now.”
After saying this, Master Cai seemed to have calmed down and stretched out his hands to bake on top of the charcoal basin.
"So, isn't this a big misunderstanding?" Wu Song chuckled and said: "Master, to be honest, we have received orders from above to do things. If the master is willing to help, we will report your name to you.
Going up there saves a lot of effort."
Master Cai smiled, and after drying his hands, he dried his feet: "Just say you are Bachelor Cai of Longtuge... To be honest, you can move Jing Yangchun back now. By the way, I'll tell you
I apologize, and I will not talk to the master about this matter."
"Scholar Cai of Longtuge?" Wu Song, with piercing eyes, stood up from his chair and came to Master Cai: "What the Master said is a popular person in front of the official family today. His surname is Cai, his given name is You, and his last name is Ju'an."
Mr. Cai?"
"Exactly." Master Cai finished drying his feet and felt that his body was warm. He was about to take it back: "Your surname is Wu, right? Since you have heard about our master, he ordered those Jing Yangchun to be moved back to the warehouse.
stop."
"Thank you so much, Master Cai." Wu Song sincerely thanked you: "But before that, there is one more thing to do."
"What's the matter?" Village Master Cai's foot that was about to be withdrawn stopped in mid-air.
"I'll lend it to you."
Wu Song smiled slightly, and his right hand was like lightning, pressing down Master Cai's thigh hard.
Master Cai's feet immediately came into close contact with the hot coals.
A scream that sounded like a pig being killed resounded through the night sky.