(Last month's monthly pass was over 15 plus changes)

When Li Changqing got there, it was originally a farmhouse, and when she pushed the door open and went in, it was already dilapidated, and there was a musty smell coming from inside, as if she hadn't seen the sun for a long time. Things were thrown everywhere on the ground, and there was not even a single figure in the house.

"Are you sure it's here?" Li Changqing turned around and asked Shuangmo.

"Yes, miss, I also searched for a long time before I found out, I came with my father once when I was a child, and the big stone pier outside his house is still there, it must be right."

"What about people?"

"When I found it, there was an aunt in the house, and now I don't know where to go? However, he is very old, and he must have died a long time ago, and I also took a look, and his previous things were all there, although they were messy, but they were complete. Shuangmo said hurriedly.

"What does that aunt do?" Li Changqing suddenly asked.

"I heard that I was also looking for Mr. to polish something?" Shuangmo recalled, with uncertainty in his tone.

"Hmm." Li Changqing thought for a while, went into the house and walked around, but saw a strange thing, reached out and picked it up from the ruins, and then blew the dust on it, only to find that it was an iron cylindrical thing.

There is a hat underneath, Li Changqing couldn't help but be curious, reached out and pulled out the hat, and saw a pointed pinhole-sized thing exposed, Li Changqing was quite surprised, what is this?

Handed it to Shuangmo and asked, "Do you know each other?" Shuangmo glanced at it a few times, shook his head, and said he didn't know.

Li Changqing didn't ask much, so he put it away and hid it in his sleeve, and looked for a long time, but he didn't see anything rare, so he went out and looked at the surrounding deserted, and only this farmhouse was here, which seemed lonely.

He took Shuangmo around the farmhouse again, and didn't see any graves or dead bones, so he guessed in his heart: this old gentleman may be missing.

After returning to the mansion with questions, Han Ying said that the news that the six princes wanted sorghum seeds had spread throughout Shangjing.

Li Changqing nodded, then entered the house and took out the things in his sleeve.

Then wipe it clean with a cloth, and then the shiny iron piece comes out.

She saw that the junction of the cylinder could be unscrewed, and with a few twists, the cylinder opened, revealing a thin needle-like thing inside. Li Changqing was curious, so he pinched the black thing inside a few times, it seemed to be rubber glue, and saw that there was liquid flowing down from the soft leather tube and flowing to the tip like a pinhole, and then Li Changqing had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and tried to put the tip of the pen on the paper and wrote the three words Li Changqing.

Sure enough, the lines of the words on it are thin, and the handwriting can be written in uppercase and small letters at will.

Thinking of this, Li Changqing remembered the osmanthus hairpin left by his mother last time, and couldn't help but subconsciously write the words very small. Even she was a little shocked when she wrote it down.

Looking at the clear small characters on it, although it is not a small character like a dot, it is a small mosquito-like character in block letters that cannot be written with a brush.

Li Changqing was faintly happy, reloaded this strange pen, and asked Shuangmo to take her lens.

Soon, Li Changqing spread the notes in the osmanthus hairpin of his mother and Ling Yunxi on the table one by one, and through the guò lens, he saw the things inside. It turned out to be a series of numbers.

Li Changqing used a pen to fry the numbers in order.

A column of three numbers, several columns in a row, after Li Changqing copied it, he was puzzled, what do these numbers mean?

Originally, Li Changqing just wanted to ask the old gentleman who made the lens something, but now that he got this fountain pen, he was surprisingly surprised to find that the fountain pen could write such small words, and the handwriting on these two pieces of paper was clearly written with this kind of pen?

This couldn't help but cause Li Changqing to fall into deeper contemplation.

After putting away the things, I accidentally saw the inexplicable "Women's Ring" in the box again, stretched out my hand and flipped a few pages at random, and suddenly stopped.

Then, she quickly flipped through the female ring, faster and faster, and finally closed the book with a "snap".

It turns out that the clue is here!

Li Changqing took out a column of numbers that he had just written down, looked at the size of the three numbers in each group, and then determined the order.

The first number is the smallest and is the column; The second number is centered in size, which should be the first few words in the corresponding column; The last number is mostly on the high side, and it's time for the page number.

If calculated in this way, this string of numbers is actually the password, Li Changqing was full of interest, and immediately began to solve it.

Come, find, 、...... Phoenix, Phoenix, Mountain, Village、...... Phoenix, clan, god...... Time and space......

It seems that there are so many numbers, but when combined, it is such a few words, and Li Changqing looks ambiguous. What does it mean to not understand?

Li Changqing put each word together, but he couldn't pronounce it, but when he separated, he found that the meaning was even more difficult to understand. Then he put the two notes in his hand together, only to find that there seemed to be one missing.

Xuan even remembered the water moon.

If each of the three of them had one copy, then only the paper in Shui Yueying's hand would be missing. If it all comes together, I'm afraid it's the final mystery.

I couldn't help frowning, re-packed it, put it away, and then rested.

And Xuanyuan Qi's idea is good, but during the disaster, many people can't even eat their stomachs, and who is willing to work.

In the next step, the remaining 20 tuns of grain went to Wutun and was specially used to grow sorghum. The men had food to eat and began to work energetically. And those old and young women and children continue to give porridge every day.

On Li Changqing's side, the news will be received by Xuanyuan every day. By the middle of summer, the drought was at its peak.

Although the sorghum began to grow, Xuanyuan Qi had to worry about another thing, not enough food, the spread of disease, and so on.

Even among the common people, infectious diseases began to appear, and this disease was very spreading, and as soon as one person was infected, it was very fast, and the whole family, then the neighbors, and slowly came to the people of one street. Xuanyuan Qi was about to suffocate when he came in, but he still didn't forget the people in Beijing. Just as he was dealing with it, this similar infectious disease began to appear in Shangjing.

The speed of the cold shadow's transmission has decreased significantly, from one day to two days, and only once in the last three days.

Occasionally, it was mentioned in the letter that even the birds and animals were beginning to get sick. Every time the flying pigeon sends a message, no matter how fast it flies, it will not die halfway through.

By the time Xuanyuan Qi received the letter, there had been no news for two or three days in between.

On this day, Xuanyuan Qi received news that Xuanyuan Chu intended to ask the Queen Mother for marriage, and Zhuhuan kept asking Li Changqing to go out to chat and talk. Miss Li seems to be a little sick, and she has been groggy lately, and she almost fell down several times. This made Xuanyuan Qi angry and worried.

After waiting for a day and not seeing the news come back, I had no patience to wait for another day, and in these two days, all the news was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was not even any news.

Xuanyuan was in a hurry. It took half a day to deal with the affairs of Yiqiē, and he instructed to listen to the song: "I will go back to Beijing at night, and you will take care of it." After listening to the song, I was shocked and wanted to stop it, but the master had already galloped away.

At this time, Xuanyuan Lingzhu, who was standing in the dark, saw Xuanyuan Qi rushing away, and his soft face showed a thoughtful expression.

Xuanyuan Qi galloped all the way, as long as he thought that something would happen to her, he became more and more worried, and when he arrived in Shangjing, even the war horse was so exhausted that he foamed at the mouth.