Zhuo Yijia, whether he is the daughter of the Zhuo family or the general Liuguang who is far away in the north, no matter what, he should not know the layout of the palace better than his grandfather and father.

"She's right." Bei Liang, who had not spoken on the side, took over in a deep voice, and then stretched out his finger and pointed at the green on the gazetteer: "The area occupied by the locust forest in the palace is at least three times that of the gazetteer. ”

As soon as the voice fell, neither of them answered, but their faces became heavier and heavier.

"Where did you get this gazetteer?" Zhuo Yijia stood up straighter, looking at the geography in front of him with a fierce face, his face was gloomy.

"My grandfather went to the mansion of Hu Haoan, the commander of the forbidden army, to drink with him, and stole the copy when he was drunk." Zhuo Yixu propped his hands on the table, looking down at the square on the gazetteer, his face puzzled but serious.

"So it was stolen without Hu Hao'an's knowledge?" Zhuo Yijia turned his head, looked at Zhuo Yixu and asked.

Zhuo Yijia straightened up, turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia, and nodded.

Zhuo Yijia suddenly turned his head and looked at Bei Liang: "Could it be Hu Haoan's bureau?" ”

Bei Liang's gaze still fell on the layout on the table.

He didn't shake his head or nod, but asked rhetorically, "Then how can you get the shift arrangement and patrol route of the forbidden army?" ”

"Maybe it's a fake." Zhuo Yijia turned around and continued.

"No, according to the distribution of the forbidden army we obtained, my grandfather and father have both observed it carefully in the imperial city, and they can be matched one by one." As soon as Zhuo Yijia's words fell, Zhuo Yixu continued: "And in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, my grandfather also sent someone to randomly select a few Xiu Mu forbidden army detectives, and the daily shifts are no different from usual. ”

After the words fell, suddenly Zhuo Yijia turned his head to look at Bei Liang, and Bei Liang also turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia at that time. Both of them had deep and gloomy faces.

Zhuo Yixu looked at the two people who glanced at each other in tacit understanding but didn't speak, and his frowning brows deepened: "But what did you think of?" ”

Zhuo Yijia turned his head, stiffened his face, stretched out his index finger in the teacup on the table, dipped it in a little water, and wrote two words on the table one by one.

Secret agents.

Zhuo Yixu looked at it, first opened his mouth, then frowned, and then took a deep breath and darkened his face.

Yes, that's the most probably. Among their people, there was a mixture of fine work.

That makes sense.

Zhuo Shunwu's forbidden army layout and shifts from Hu Hao'an were correct. But the gazetteer in his study is a bureau.

That's because Hu Haoan really doesn't know anything, so that bureau must not be set up by him. And the only people who knew that Zhuo Shunwu was going to Hu Hao'an to talk to him were the people around her and Zhao Fengyao, as well as a few people within the Zhuo family who could contact the core information.

Zhuo Yixu's tense face was dark and calm, and he also raised his hand to dip his hand in the teacup, and wrote on the table:

Whose people?

It was impossible for them to guess who it was. Now the only way to guess is to be the Lord behind you.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the two words written by Zhuo Yixu on the table and did not move, the hands on both sides were clenched tightly, his face was dark and scary, and the fierce and terrifying look in his eyes made people tremble.

Bei Liang glanced at Zhuo Yijia, stretched out his hand, also dipped in tea, and prepared to write on the table. With his fingers on the table, he picked it up again, and then wrote slowly and hesitantly:

It's probably the Imperial Palace

Zhuo Yixu's two hands on the table tightened, and the green tendons were suddenly exposed.

Yes, those who can silently enter the study of the commander of the forbidden army to exchange for the gazetteer, except for the current saint, no one can do it.

It was as if her heart had been pinched, and Zhuo Yijia couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Hong Shan outside was heard in the room, which had been silent: "Master, the prince is here." ”