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Zhang Fang hesitated at the door, and the companion persuaded: "Honorable envoy, there is a lot of humidity outside the house, please come in." ”

Zhang Fang's thoughts were interrupted, he shook his head, and said to his companion: "How about drinking together?" ”

The companion envoy hurriedly said: "How can you dare to drink with the envoy, you must not." ”

Don't drink? Could it be that there is a real problem with wine?

Zhang Fangsan walked into the house regardless of the escort, and motioned for Biao to unseal the seal and pour wine.

The wine is glutinous rice wine, slightly yellow in color, quite mellow and fragrant. It may be that the filtration is insufficient and slightly cloudy.

The companion didn't mind the incomprehension, generously picked up the bowl and drank it clean, and then smiled and thanked the envoy for appreciating the wine. At this moment, he touched Zhang Fang's eyes and went into a trance.

"How's the wine, escort?" The voice was soft, at least to the ears of the companion.

"Uh...... Wine. The companion helped his forehead, strange, it's okay to drink half a jar by himself on weekdays, why is it a little dizzy after a bowl? Could it be that Yelang's wine is particularly mellow?

"Is this wine clean?"

"Dry ...... Clean. Yelang didn't mess with the wine...... "The companion subconsciously shook his head, it doesn't seem to taste right, what are you doing?"

"It's not in the wine, where is that?"

"In ...... At...... ...... in the house"

"What's going on in the house?"

"That's it...... Corner there...... ￥%#@#*&&。 With a complete loss of consciousness, he instinctively returned to his native language, and spat out a string of local words.

Zhang Fang had no choice but to induce it a few more times, and finally dragged this guy's language consciousness back.

"Medicine...... Those medicines ......."

After some cross-examination, it was finally figured out. Sure enough, there was a problem, but the problem was not with the wine or the bowl, but with the herbs.

The seemingly chaotic stacks of unknown herbs in the corners of the wall conceal murderous intentions, which have been specially treated by Weng Zhi, emitting a smell that inhibits human nerves. In a confined space, sniffing for a long time can make people confused, drowsy, and unresponsive. At this time, if there is a guy who is proficient in mind control (such as Weng Zhi) to induce it, the consequences can be imagined.

When Yelang chanted in the past generations, this secret herb would be added to the seven great dings, and the smell of burning would quickly spread into the air. So that all the commanders and civilians who come to listen to the chanting are under the dual influence of the purpose of control.

According to Weng Zhi and Wu Xie's original idea, the Han envoys were arranged at the closest distance (the most affected), and the focus was on "care" when chanting, so as to achieve ulterior purposes.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fang refused to attend the chanting ceremony for high-sounding reasons, and Weng Zhi had to change his plans temporarily. And he also took into account that the Han envoy was not a person to be bullied, so he did not dare to burn the secret medicine blatantly, but used the natural way of smelling raw grass. Of course, this effect is greatly reduced compared with combustion, and the solution Weng pointed out is to use the amount to make up if the quality is not good. The secret grass stacked in the corner of the house is not only large, but the amount of such a small area is comparable to that of Guangtang, and it is also added with fierce materials. As for what the fierce material is, of course, it is not something that a mere companion can know. I think it's nothing more than accelerating volatilization, speeding up absorption, and so on.

The task of the escort was to lure Zhang Fang to come and let him stay in the windowless and closed room for an hour until the chanting was finished in Guangtang. According to Weng Zhi, just wait for a moment, and it will be effective; Stay for half an hour, the effect is very good; Stay for an hour, hahaha...... As for the few servants of the Han envoys, the Yelang people did not have any scruples about solving them.

The power of this trap is not the so-called secret medicine, but the medicine garden outside the building.

Medicine Garden?! That's right, it's the medicine garden.

It is precisely because of this medicine garden that Zhang Fang, a quick-witted person, and an old Jianghu like Biao Xie ignore the inconspicuous pile of "drying" herbs in the corner. And even more crucially: taste.

There was indeed a vague smell of herbs in the air in the room, which naturally reminded people of the medicine garden outside the house, and once again made the two of them ignore that the real killing machine actually came from the corner - the so-called "dark under the lamp" is like this.

After digging out the truth of the matter, Zhang Fang couldn't help but sweat. This Weng finger, really scheming, this pit is dug up, virtual and real, and it can't be prevented!

When Biao Xie heard that there was a problem with the herbs, he immediately threw all the herbs in the house out of the house. Zhuo Bihai, Feiyan and Yelang's servants who were guarding outside the building felt strange, but they didn't think much about it. Well, with the low level of these Yelang servants, they are completely unaware of the "hut conspiracy".

After listening to it, he wiped a cold sweat and muttered, "It's dangerous...... This guy, why is he so honest, he actually vomited it all? ”

Zhang Fang smiled lightly: "It shows that their Yelang medicine is good." ”

Biao Xie was shocked: "Ah! Then we ......"

"The herbs have been thrown away, the door is open, the wind is blowing, and nothing happens." Zhang Fanghun didn't care, "This thing is not so magical, it has harsh requirements for the time environment, it must be closed and not ventilated, and it must be inhaled for a long enough time." You only need to break one of them, and you don't have to be afraid. ”

"But he ......"

"He? It must be that I usually smoke too much, so it is especially easy to get hit. Zhang Fang casually prevaricated with a reason that he didn't even believe in himself, as for whether Biao Xie believed it or not...... I don't have time for him to figure it out.

"Send a code to MEmu and get moving."

With Zhang Fang's order, Zhuo Bihai guarded the door and guarded the house. Then, in the name of the escort, let the servants of Yelang come in one by one, enter one by one, knock one unconscious, and untie their respective belts. In a few moments, all eight were put down.

The reason why he didn't kill people was not because Zhang was soft-hearted or didn't want to get bloody, but because he avoided the smell of blood being too big and causing the Yelang people to be alerted too early.

After tidying up and checking that nothing was missed, Biao Xie took one last look at the gagged and brown-tied companion. His expression was still so dazed and sluggish, oblivious to the situation in front of him and his own situation, which reminded Biao Xie of the two fools who were common in the gathering when he was young...... Biao Xie shook his head, feeling that even if he didn't tie it, he would be fine, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart about the terrible effect of this secret medicine.

Zhang Fang didn't know that his servant took his casual nonsense seriously, otherwise he would really be speechless.

"Biao Jie, move fast!" Zhang Fang's urging voice came from downstairs, "Xiaoyao has already killed the light and dark whistle that popped out of the road when he came." ”

"Here we are." Biao Xie closed the door and walked downstairs quickly.

Zhang Fang, Zhuo Bihai, including Feiyan downstairs, all changed into clothes stripped from Yiren's body, and their faces were covered with mud pulled out of the river, even Feiyan was no exception. Looking at it in the dark night, it's no different from the Yiren. As for Zhuo Bihai's inseparable purple bamboo...... Yelang is the bamboo township, and the pillar bamboo cane is too common.

"Let's go." Zhang Fang packed his clothes and put them on his shoulders, and flicked the torch in his hand, illuminating the dark face that was completely unfashionable and dashing Fuping Hou, "I hope that there will be something from the young man." ”