In the quiet midnight, Mr. Liu's quiet voice was sent away by the night wind, and it seemed that even the lake water had a layer of ripples. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, the only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind and the water, and nothing else.

He put his mind down, waited for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved.

Could it be that the letter does not mean to meet, but to ......

He immediately turned to the guards and asked, "Your ears are better than mine, and listen carefully, can there be people hiding near this place?"

The locust forest is dark and shadowy, but it is also a place where people can hide.

Those guards had already gathered their spirits, seeing the six directions and listening to the eight directions, and when they heard the words, they immediately reported: "Sir, we have already carefully perceived it, and there should be no one in ambush here. ”

"Oh, is there no one?" Mr. Liu seemed to have expected such an answer, and was not surprised when he heard this, and after a moment of silence, he commanded, "You go to two people and go into the woods to see." ”

"Yes. The two guards took the order, raised their long swords, and the two of them slowly sneaked into the woods in the shape of horns, and the remaining guards surrounded Mr. Liu in the middle, holding swords and guarding.

Time seems to be moving very slowly.

Mr. Liu glanced at the leak from time to time, and the woods were still silent.

He was inexplicably a little frightened, and countless thoughts crossed his mind in an instant, but they were all forced down by him.

In any case, this breath, he must sink.

Little by little, the time became extraordinarily long.

In order to dispel the uneasiness in his heart, Mr. Liu pretended to take a walk, paced to the ferry, and looked at the lake side of the river.

There are two boats moored in the middle of the lake, even if you look at it in the night, the painted boat is also the eaves hanging the moon, the high mast in the sky, the carved patterns on the hull reflect the frost of light silver all over the place, it has a richness, even more expensive than the official ship.

Mr. Liu was secretly watching when he heard footsteps in the woods.

He turned back sharply, only to see the two guards who had sneaked into the woods, one after the other, hurrying out, one of them still holding a bag of things in his hand.

"Sir, there is something hanging from a tree in the woods, which seems to be a cloth, and a letter on it, which seems to be nothing but mortal, so I will take it. The guard who was holding the object rushed forward to offer it and bowed his head in return.

Mr. Liu's eyes glowed in the night.

Something was left!

He took the cloth from the guard's hand, and his arms trembled slightly unconsciously.

He was originally holding a glimmer of death.

He made all kinds of calculations and prepared for the worst.

ran this trip for Cheng Tingzhen, firstly, for the sake of the affection of all their guests, and secondly, he also took the guilt of petitioning for Jing and atoned for Huang Baipi with practical actions.

However, when he saw this bag of things at this moment, he was still greatly relieved.

His luck is really excellent, and among the various results he calculated, this result can be said to be the lottery draw.

By the gradually clear moonlight, Mr. Liu stared at the cloth in his hand, and carefully felt the material of the cloth with his fingers.

Somehow, the fabric made him feel a little familiar.

"Could it be that this is ......," he muttered to himself, turning over a corner of the cloth and taking a closer look, and was immediately taken aback.

The seal in the corner, and the distinctive pattern depicted on the cloth, let him know that he was not mistaken.

This is actually a complete set of mountains and rivers atlas, and it is still the official system of Yizhou!

At that moment, Mr. Liu's heart was full of turbulent waves.

The official mountain and river book is almost forbidden, and officials who are not above the seventh rank cannot hold it. The person who surrendered actually sent them an official atlas, and he sold a complete set.

What is the origin of this person, and what are his magical powers?

Mr. Liu took a few deep breaths, calmed down his mind, and looked at the album carefully.

The atlas was bound by a few of the most ordinary hemp ropes, and a letter was stuffed under the hemp rope, and the letter still had the same words as before: Lang Zhong Lingqi.

At a cursory glance, the handwriting is the same as the previous letter, both rigid and stiff, and there is no wind to speak of.

At this glance, Mr. Liu didn't dare to delay any longer, nor did he have time to think about it further, so he immediately ordered: "Go back!" After that, he rolled up the cloth and walked back first.

This thing must be handed over to Lang Zhongling as soon as possible, and a decision must be made as soon as possible.

Mr. Liu felt that in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the guest house rented by the Cheng family, and there was a burly figure standing in front of the steps of the east wing, but it was Cheng Tingzhen.

"Sir!" Seeing Mr. Liu stepping into the courtyard, Cheng Tingzhen immediately went down the steps to greet him, and his voice was not as smooth as usual.

It wasn't until Mr. Liu was grabbed by Cheng Tingzhen that he realized that Cheng Tingzhen's palms were actually sweaty.

"Mr. is back!" looked Mr. Liu up and down through the light for a while, and seeing that his first strategist was unscathed, Cheng Tingzhen finally showed a relieved expression.

At this time, Mr. Liu felt that his back was also a little sweaty.

Although this trip is thrilling and dangerous, in the end, it is also a transaction with an unknown person or force, and it is impossible to say that there is no fear in your heart.

The two of them held their hands silently, and it took a few breaths before they calmed down.

Cheng Tingzhen waved his hand to order the guards to stay near the left side of the east chamber, and he personally took Mr. Liu's hand and stepped into the room.

As soon as he entered the house, Mr. Liu immediately took a step back, bowed to Cheng Tingzhen and said, "Fortunately, I am not dishonored!"

Cheng Tingzhen took the picture in his hand, and only glanced at it, and his face was full of surprise.

He also had an identical atlas in his hand, and when he saw it, he was very surprised.

"It's ...... "He asked, untying the tether and taking the letter.

Mr. Liu bowed his head and said, "Exactly." This man was so cunning that he did not show his face, but only hung this thing in the locust forest for us to take for ourselves. ”

As he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind.

This man just left his things in the woods, and he was not afraid that someone else would take them by mistake, so he was so relieved? Or is it ...... He already knew that the entire post station had been drugged, so he didn't have to worry about being picked up?!

Mr. Liu frowned and pondered on the side, but Cheng Ting opened the envelope at this time and was reading the letter carefully. What was written in the letter was still a lame hidden-head poem:

Peaceful forest smoke and rain reminiscing about the old days,

The head of the city returns to the crow and continues the cold gardenia;

If you ask where the east wind is going,

The empty court is lonely, and it is too late to speak.

Tibetan hook to send warm gold bottle wine,

In the silent place, the two hearts know;

In September, the frost people are drifting away,

Drunk and sleeping alone, the curtain is wet.

After the poem, he also wrote eight characters like the previous letter: "Once this thing comes out, it will be safe for ten years." ”

Cheng Tingzhen's complexion was as cold as ice at this moment, and the light in his heavy eyes reflected the candle flame, which was uncertain and faint.

"If the city is empty, it is hidden in the nine products. As soon as this thing comes out, it will be safe for ten years. ”

Combining the eight characters of the Tibetan poem with the last eight characters is such a sentence. (To be continued.) )