He Jingbian was silent, and his sharp gaze kept on the other party.

The things that Fu Zhuang said were unheard of, and it was impossible to confirm their authenticity, and it was normal for He Jingbian to hesitate.

Fu Jun is biased towards believing in Fu Zhuang.

Judging from the results of the micro-expression observation, he should not be lying, and in addition, the story itself is also very tenable, perfectly solving a puzzle about the treasure, and there is no logical flaw, and even why Baili stung down and has no ambition to restore the country can be explained in his statement.

Back then, Nanshan was not a poor and weak country, but very wealthy, and also had a good maritime power, and it was not without the power to fight with the Han Dynasty. However, historical records record that the Han Dynasty naval army drove straight in, and the Nanshan Kingdom did not even have a decent defensive battle, so it retreated directly to the land, until General Nangong led the troops to meet the battle, which barely held the battle line.

However, General Nangong did not last long, and soon the army was defeated, and the Han Dynasty took a total of one or two months from sending troops to occupying Nanshan State, and a considerable part of it was spent on the road.

If it weren't for the fact that the Nanshan Kingdom was already riddled with holes and infighting, the Han Dynasty would not have won this war so easily. Therefore, Fu Jun believes that Fu Zhuang's words are credible.

Of course, if these are all made up by Fu Zhuang, then she will admit it. Losing to such a brilliant opponent, she was convinced.

"I can't guarantee it." He Jingbian's faint voice sounded, and his expression was cold, "This matter needs to be decided by the Ming Sheng." ”

It seems that he finally believes that Fu Zhuang's words are credible.

"Well said." Fu Zhuang laughed loudly, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "One of these people I want you to spare is proficient in the art of Kanyu." If you survive, he will take you to the treasure. However, I am not talking about these old things, but about another, more important thing. ”

He paused deliberately, and smiled suddenly: "Lord He, your breathing is a little chaotic, you must be very excited when you hear this?" The Nanshan Secret Treasure is something that Liu Yun has been looking for for many years. Today there will be an end. If you, the commander-in-chief of the Joint Investigation Department, can report it to Liu Yun, you are not too incompetent. ”

With that, he laughed unscrupulously again, as if he hadn't noticed that he had actually called Imajo's name.

He Jingbian's eyes were full of cold light: "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

Fu Zhuang smiled. He said: "That's it, I'm already a mortal person, but there is no need to be quick with these words, so let's sue you." The treasure of Nagusu is near Meishan, and I have been there. It's just that. The treasure itself is an extremely strange underground palace, it is said that it is made by the master of the palace of Nanshan Kingdom, and it is necessary to find the Kanyu map before you can find the mechanism to open the treasure. ”

Fu Jun's heart sank slightly.

Gusumei Mountain?

She remembered the strange tunnel of Meishan Academy. The grumpy academy chief, the labyrinthine urban village during the interrogation of chess exams, and the extremely cleverly built basement.

Fu Jun once heard Wang Xiang say. Meishan Academy was not established for a long time, and the secret passage was accidentally discovered during the construction. Now that I think about it, maybe this is a labyrinth dug by the princess's daughter.

"Kanyutu?" He Jingbian unconsciously repeated Fu Zhuang's words, his expression a little skeptical.

After all, this is just Fu Zhuang's empty words, and there is no evidence, but he said it so carefully, but people can't help but believe it.

Somehow, as soon as the three words "Kanyu map" came to mind, Fu Jun's heart suddenly became a pang again.

"I know Lord He doesn't believe it, to tell the truth, I didn't believe it originally, but when I came to the treasure in person, I realized that this was true, and dozens of masters under my command were all folded in that underground palace." Fu Zhuang said unhurriedly, and there was not much regret in his expression.

In his eyes, the death of a few people may be no different from the death of a few ants.

"With all that said, what exactly is your so-called secret?" He Jingbian looked at Fu Zhuang coldly.

Fu Zhuang smiled faintly: "The secret I am talking about is about the whereabouts of this Kanyu map." Just last year, I easily found the descendant of the master of the court of Nanshan Kingdom, and his ancestor was one of the people who collected the treasure key. Before he died, he told me a mantra, saying that if I could solve the mantra, I would be able to find the Kanyu map. ”

His voice was like smoke, as if whispering in people's ears, Rao is Fu Jun has a strong soul, and at this time, his hairs can't help but stand on end, Meng Yuan and He Jingbian also frowned, obviously feeling very uncomfortable.

Fu Zhuang laughed suddenly, the flat laughter did not fluctuate, as if the tip of a needle had been scraped, and his light and fluttering voice was embedded in this laughter, and word by word floated into his ears: "That mantra is only a cross: in the old days, the moon between the grasses, the cold light shines on the iron clothes." ”

It's obviously a very light voice, but for some reason, these ten words seem to have a strong penetrating power, and they seem to directly penetrate the eardrum and brand into everyone's mind.

"In the old days, the moon in the grass, the cold light shines on the iron clothes." He Jing muttered and repeated, with a contemplative look on his face, neither Meng Yuan nor Fu Jun spoke.

Under the eaves, the rain is like a curtain, the sound of the rain is soft and dense, and beyond that, the room is quiet.

Fu Jun quietly raised his eyes and saw that Fu Zhuang had two hands at the moment, and was looking out of the door from afar.

At that moment, his eyes were a little greedy, as if the courtyard under the sparse rain and white candles and lanterns was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and groaned: "Cold rain and grass in autumn, lazy to go up to a tall building, how long will the road be off, the lonely hall is cold, and the white head is drunk." ”

There is a slightly desolate tune, but it is a passage from "Qiao San Pillow Beam", which is knocked scattered by the subtle sound of rain, lonely and sad.

Qiao San pillows, good dreams in vain.

Perhaps, Fu Zhuang also had a dream of reviving Nanshan and becoming the emperor on an isolated island, just like Qiao San, a woodcutter who dreamed of his wealth and wealth in the play. It's just that after waking up from a dream, Qiao San can still have a bottle of wine and a cake, and return home to reunite with his mother, although this life is ordinary, it is also safe. After Fu Zhuang woke up from his dream, what awaited him was a dead end, and his wife and children would also be tired by him and suffer with him.

Fu Jun felt so depressed that he couldn't help but take two steps towards the door.

The sparse rain beat against the eaves, and the horseshoe was blown by the wind, with an occasional soft sound, and the air was clear.

"What's wrong with you? Is it cold? A low and pleasant voice came, which made Fu Jun's heart warm slightly, and she looked back and happened to crash into Meng Yuan's eyes full of concern.

"Let's go." He Jing said and stepped out of the door first.

Fu Jun looked at the iron fence for the last time, but saw that Fu Zhuang was still holding on to the iron fence and looking out of the door, with a little sadness and sadness in his expression.

Fu Jun turned his gaze away.

At that moment, her heart was also slightly cold, colder than the drizzle that came from her face.

With a silent sigh, she and Meng Yuan walked out of the courtyard.

A few people quietly walked through the heavy armor sergeant and came to the place where the carriage was parked, He Jing arched his hand to Meng Yuan, and wanted to say goodbye.

"Slow down." Fu Jun suddenly called out.

He Jingbian looked back when he heard the voice: "Is there something wrong with the county lord?" ”

Fu Jun nodded, and his voice was as light as before: "I want to enter the palace to face the saint, and I have important things to do." (To be continued.) )