The little monk secretly followed the little boy from a distance, until he watched him honestly put the wood chips into the big willow tree hole in Linchen Lane, Shunhe Street. Then he called a carriage and rushed to the north of the city.

In the same way, every time a child is used to place the secret letter. By the end of the day, it's already past the time of application. Ni Xiaoye followed him for most of the day, and this message is really enough to run around the city! The last place, at the entrance of the Huarong Lane tavern in the east of the city, is under a table leg with two cracks.

After Ni Xiaoye waited for the little monk to leave in the carriage, he wiped a handful of dust on his face, knocked out a passer-by and changed his clothes, and walked towards the tavern. "Xiao Er, a pot of burning knives and a plate of beef." Ni Xiaoye lowered his voice and sat down at the table.

"Hey, okay!"

Before it was time to drink, there were only three or two guests in the tavern at this time, Ni Xiaoye bent down and took off his shoes, pretended to knock off the sand in his shoes, and touched the wood chips under the table. There was a hole in the middle of the wood chip, Ni Xiaoye took out the note, twisted the new secret letter into it, and put the wood chip back when he bent down to put on his shoes.

"Guest, here comes your wine and meat."

"Hmm," Ni Xiaoye took a slice of beef with chopsticks and took a sip: This wine is still a little good, and it doesn't taste like juice.

The sun is getting west, and the two or two drinks are down, and the people have not yet arrived. Ni Xiaoye threw a string of copper plates and got up to leave, crossed the street, got into the gap between the two houses, jumped on the roof and secretly observed.

When I was about to arrive, my waist was sore, and I didn't see any changes. After a little more waiting, a man in the guard uniform of the city gate entered the shop, looked around, and sat down at the table.

"Yo, Brother Zhang, has the shift changed?" Xiao Er stepped forward to greet him.

"Well, the old rules!"

"Okay, one or two burnt knives, a plate of peanuts, and a bowl of beef offal noodles!"

It seems that he is still a regular customer, a city guard guarding the gate? That's a good career. The man's feet were under the corner of the table, and with a slight lift of his hand on the edge of the table, he pulled out the pieces of wood, and with a little tiptoe, the pieces of wood flew into his hands, and everything was extremely fast. If it weren't for Ni Xiaoye staring at him without blinking, I'm afraid he would have missed it, he was a practitioner!

When the spy finished eating, Ni Xiaoye followed him to his residence again, in a small courtyard in Lijia Hutong in Nancheng. There was a pole in the yard with a wooden plank on it, and there were a few grains of dry corn left in it, which should be the foothold of the carrier pigeons on weekdays.

Ni Xiaoye climbed over the wall and entered, and the people in the room heard the movement, touched the dagger under the table, and leaned against the door to listen carefully.

Ni Xiaoye kicked the door open, and the man's dagger came straight towards the door. Reaching out to hold it, a flick of a finger shook off the dagger in his hand, grabbed his wrist, and threw him over the shoulder, slamming him to the ground. The man was about to turn over and jump up, Ni Xiaoye reached out and took out the token and put it on his face.

"Subordinate Zhang Qi, see Lord Zheng." The man rolled to his feet and fell to his knees.

"Well," Ni Xiaoye hooked a stool and sat down, supporting his knees with his hands and looking down at him: "Jiang Ming was killed by you!" ”

"It's not." Zhang Qi shook his head: "I did receive the task of assassinating Jiang Ming, but, but my subordinates were delayed at that time, and when I went to carry it out, I found that Jiang Ming had died on the city tower." ”

Ni Xiaoye stretched out his foot, stepped on his fingers that were supporting the ground, looked solemn, and said coldly: "Really? ”

"If your subordinates fail to complete their mission, please punish your lordship!" Sweat dripped from Zhang Qi's forehead.

Ni Xiaoye pressed his feet and crushed it hard: "Tell the truth! ”

Zhang Qi was so painful that the corners of his forehead throbbed, his face turned red, he clenched his teeth, and a voice squeezed out between his teeth: "Subordinate, willing to be punished." ”

Ni Xiaoye stretched out his other foot and stepped on his other hand: "Who killed Jiang Ming?" Did you see that? ”

Zhang Qi raised his head: "The two family members dressed up and the other soldier defending the city should be colleagues who received instructions together with their subordinates." ”

"So, you watched Jiang Ming die, how did he die?"

Zhang Qi lowered his head, his heart trembled, he had just answered wrong......