When I opened the small box, there was only a piece of paper and a scroll of poetry.

"What is this?" Mingxin picked up the piece of paper, and there was a string of numbers on it, as well as the date.

"Could it be that the master forgot here?"

Liu Python touched the box and shook his head, "It's not like, this box is exquisitely made, even the old marks on the box are made, a box with such a lot of care should not be unwanted." ”

"Well, but there's nothing on this piece of paper, just a dense string of numbers." Suddenly Mingxin realized something, numbers? Dense? Mingxin remembered a word, deciphered.

This should be deciphered, and this string of numbers is definitely related to this book of songs. Mingxin opened the book of poetry and found that this book was no different from an ordinary collection of poems. Except for someone who marked out a sentence with a red pen on it, which may have been the master's favorite sentence in his lifetime, there was nothing else.

I didn't expect the master to be a good reader of poetry. No, the first guard of the city gate, where did he come from, and I said that I was good at reading. Mingxin picked up the piece of paper just now.

The first line above reads, Yanzong three years, forty-five, seventeen, nineteen, six. with two.

Mingxin picked up the book of poetry, and before he was ready to read it, the group of mothers-in-law came back and hurriedly hid the book. Sit down and chat with Liu Python.

"You see, the moonlight is just right today, I'll guess a riddle for you, two digits, remove the number in front is fifteen, and remove the number in the back is fifty. What is this number? ”

Liu Python frowned slightly, and then his eyebrows relaxed, he understood.

Zhong Xian bit the wine glass, thought for a long time, and then suddenly smiled, "The imperial sister is fifty-five, right?" ”

Mingxin glanced at Zhong Xian and smiled, "Yes." ”

"Oh, I'm so tired, let's go to sleep first." Mingxin sent Zhong Xian away with Liu Python. Close the door and walk softly to the bed. Open the book of poetry and follow what you think today. Turning to page 45, sure enough, the seventeenth sentence is underlined. But Mingxin matched every number, except for that one and two.

Maybe this and two are a special number, unique to Daxu, I don't understand, wait until tomorrow I ask Liu Python and Zhong Xian to talk about it.

Put down the book in your hand, get into the bed, and fall asleep beautifully. The bed in this room is not as big as the bed in the inn and the city lord's mansion. You can sleep on your own, Jin Se and the three of you.

However, Painted Bone and Jin Se still slept in their own rooms.

Mingxin had a long, long dream, in which he unlocked the secrets in the book.

When he woke up in the morning, Mingxin sighed, all because of the city lord, a good princess, who was forced to solve the case. Blame that birdman, let yourself come here, a good killer forced to become a spy, and now he has to decipher this book with the same code!

Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the birdman could be vaguely seen leaving, Mingxin frowned, stingy! Won't I just say two words to you?!

Mingxin packed up and got up, and before he could go out, a person broke in, it was Zhong Xian.

"Sister Huang! Sister Huang! Uncle Huang, Prince Ling is here. ”

"Come on, who is Prince Ling?" Mingxin was suddenly a little curious, another strange title!

"It's our imperial uncle, the old man who is a little confused."

"Oh, let's go, let's go and see."

As soon as Mingxin went out, he saw an old man getting down from the sedan chair, Mingxin looked at the man, there was no trace of light in his eyes, and his actions looked like a fun-loving old man, but every move that flashed occasionally, Mingxin didn't look like a confused old man no matter how he looked at him.

"Mingxin has seen Uncle Huang, good night Uncle Huang." Mingxin couldn't figure out what this old man was here for. Greetings with proper manners.