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accompanied the southern tour and spent all the way with Emperor Zhongyuan, which was only a few months ago. On the brick floor of the Han'an County Office, her gold and rouge have fallen, and the fragrance and footprints of stepping on the vermilion lacquer pillars at the gate of the county office have also been left. Now after a lifetime, she wants to copy the official seal of the Han'an County Bureau, is this the will of heaven in the dark?

Crossing the draft, engraving, Qin Su's hand movements did not stop, the carving knife slashed through the jade deep and shallow, scraping a subtle sound, if the wind blows the leaves, the "rustle" sounds, and the fine jade powder does not stop falling, stained with Qin Su's dress.

Once the printing is complete, the letter is written.

She can't imitate the handwriting of the Zhou Sheren, and she doesn't have to. This is a secret letter, and the person who wrote the letter will not still use the original font, and Qin Su's handwriting that can't tell whether it is good or bad is just right.

After writing the letter, Qin Su took the key to open the bookcase again and took out an envelope from it.

The envelope was printed with the pattern of a double carp with a tail, and the fat fish shook its head and tail, which looked very pleasant.

This is a special envelope for the official office below Chen Guojun, Qin Su has this one on hand, which was originally used to contain a copy of the report of Ah Dou's fugitive slaves, and there is no fire paint seal on it.

She checked the envelope left and right to make sure that there was nothing wrong with it, and then she put the secret letter inside, melted the fire paint, and put the official seal on the fire paint and the upper left corner. On the front of the envelope was written in a formal manner, "Lieutenant Zuo of Jiangyang County".

After doing this, Qin Su looked at the time leak on the shelf.

At this time, it was already three o'clock, the north wind outside the window seemed to be a little smaller, but the moonlight was still dim, and a layer of shallow fell on the window paper.

The time was not too late, Qin Su only took more than an hour from carving the seal to writing the letter.

She carefully hid the letter in her undershirt, picked up the needle and thread and sewed the cut skirt roughly, and put the two old clothes back in the cage between the east corners.

What he had to do next was really ordinary for Qin Su in his previous life. However, for her today, it is a bit risky.

It's just that, in this case, she has to take this risk.

She turned back to her bedroom, squatted on the edge of the splendid floor, scooped up all her clothes and shoes, put them on her body one by one, and when she was finished, she blew out the candle and sat in silence in the darkness for a while.

After a few breaths, outside the courtyard gate of the east fence, there was an intermittent drum sound of the three watches.

The drums were silent and drifted away in the night wind, and the moonlight pressed against the sash of the windows, and the angle seemed to deviate a little further to the east.

Qin Su held her breath and waited quietly, and after about a quarter of an hour, she quietly opened the deadbolt and stepped out of the room.

The faint moonlight spread the whole courtyard, and the lantern candle under the eaves was faint and was about to be extinguished.

Qin Su stood under the corridor for a while, listening to the sounds in the courtyard.

There was not a trace of human voice in the east fence, and there was no movement at all. Next to the tea stove in the corner of the corridor, the little mustache guarding the stove was already crooked on the stool, and he was sleeping soundly in his cotton clothes. The fire stretched her sleeping shadow long and stretched to the moon outside the porch.

Qin Su tightened the clothes on his body and couldn't help but shiver.

The splendid clothes were a little too big on her, and there was a cold wind in the sleeves of the empty space. She tightened her sleeves, and while carrying her hands into her arms, she secretly rejoiced that she had some foresight, and stuffed some rags into her splendid shoes beforehand, and now she walked lightly.

She quietly descended the steps and went straight to the courtyard gate, where she leaned down and listened for a moment.

The servant who had beaten the guard had gone far away, and there was silence outside the door. Qin Suwei squatted down, took out a small jar of oil from his sleeve, and dripped it into the door bolt and other places before he silently opened the courtyard door.

The north wind whined across the courtyard, and the light of the moon shone lightly, revealing only an uneven shadow all around.

Qin Su stepped out of the courtyard door, turned around and closed the door, discerned the direction in the dark, and went in the direction of Dongxuan Pavilion.

It would be nice to have a helper.

When she thought of this, she really regretted it.

Ah Li is very loyal and intelligent, however, Qin Su is not willing to tell others about his ability to forge official documents.

This is what she uses to save her life, and the more people who know, the more dangerous it is.

Besides, she can't trust others, and she still does everything by herself, which is the most reassuring.

Qin Su turned his thoughts around cautiously.

The Qin family's mansion on a cold night in December was so quiet that there was no trace of life, only when the wind blew through the bamboo forest, there were one or two shrill whistling sounds.

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Dongqing Villa, and a few candles flickered in the darkness, thinking that it was the light from the lantern on the gate of the courtyard.

She quietly turned the path and stepped onto the stone bridge. The water under the bridge had already formed a thick layer of ice, and a faint shadow of the moon was reflected on the ice. Qin Su was out of his mind on the bridge, only to feel that the moon seemed to be hidden under the ice, covering it with the clouds for a while, and then rising from the water.

Get off the stone bridge, turn to the bamboo forest, and then step on a section of the nine-song corridor, not far ahead, is the pavilion house of Dongxuan Pavilion.

Qin Su lightly turned onto the path in front of Dongxuan Pavilion and hid the secret letter in the weeds on the side.

This is the road that Qin Shifang traveled through when she entered the mansion, and she came in such a hurry, maybe she "accidentally" lost her husband's official documents.

Over the years, Qin Shifang has been accustomed to cleaning up official documents for him because he wants to help Zuo Sikuang rise to prominence, and occasionally he will avoid the eyes and ears of others and bring some official documents to his parents' house to read.

Qin Su thought that using this way to transfer the secret letter could have the fastest effect.

The cold wind blows through the bones and blows people's hearts cold. In the distance, there seemed to be a terrible chirp of a night owl.

Qin Su shivered again, wrapped his skirt tightly, and walked quickly onto the corridor.

The soft-soled shoes of Splendid are very light and walk quietly. Qin Su walked lightly to the side of the rocks, then stopped and looked back, looking at the place where he had come.

Under the moonlight, the path outside Dongxuan Pavilion was full of shadows, and the envelope made of cococoon paper had been lost among the withered grass and dead branches, and was no longer visible.

She nodded in satisfaction and turned back on.

Suddenly, there was a soft "babbling" sound behind him.

Someone!

Qin Su turned his head suddenly, and in an instant, the chill in his hands and feet rose, almost freezing his whole body.

Could it be that someone has spied on his whereabouts?

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back, and before she could think about it, she instinctively lowered herself and crouched tightly in the shadow of the mountain stones on the edge of the corridor, looking towards where the sound came from.

The courtyard gate of Dongxuan Pavilion slowly opened a crack in the darkness.

The intermittent "babbling" sound, cold and astringent, long as a snake's body writhing, so gloomy that it makes people's ear drums hurt. (To be continued.) )