Qingwen Pill is the enemy's Huichun Hall is responsible for production, and even the imperial doctor can't understand the prescription, and yesterday I felt that there were people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains, and I had never been associated with Qinghuan.

Now there are many clues connected in one place, which further confirms Shen Linfeng's guess.

You must know that Shen Linfeng has always been haunted by Qing Huan's death. He always felt guilty, feeling that he didn't listen to Qi Jingyun's words at the beginning and was perfunctory, which delayed the time, so that it caused the tragedy later. Murong Qi was sad for five years, and he felt guilty for five years.

Shen Linfeng stared at the letter in his hand with excitement, should he send someone to Beijing, let Murong Qi look at it, and identify it, is it his cousin's handwriting?

He just wanted to take a pen and take a break, but he paused again. What if not? Wouldn't it make Murong Qikong happy? Finally, after five years, he gradually came out of his grief, and before he verified it, why bother to provoke his obsession again?

"Do you know, where is this Lady Liangjiang now?"

"My subordinates have ordered someone to follow that girl from a distance."

Shen Linfeng threw away the brush and rushed out of the yamen in a hurry, he must, immediately, see this lady Liangjiang.

Qinghuan's accommodation.

Soon after Tianshi left, she received a message from the Flying Eagle Guard. After all, this sick man is so flamboyant, it is not easy to know his identity, and it is not difficult to inquire about his itinerary.

Huaizhou City is also the size of a palm.

The last place where the sick seedlings appeared was an inconspicuous restaurant in the south of the city.

Leng Qinghuan immediately went with the geographical advantage.

At this hour, the restaurant was full of VIPs, drunk, burping, and talking nonsense.

The informant of the Flying Eagle Guard did not dare to enter for fear of startling the snake, and he did not know which elegant room the sick seedling was in now.

Leng Qinghuan decided not to act rashly for the time being, and wait and see what happens, after all, this sick seedling is not simple, and there must be a master around to protect him.

There is a wonton stall opposite the restaurant, Leng Qinghuan and Dili walked to the front, asked for two bowls of wontons, sat down and ate slowly, and paid close attention to the guests entering and exiting the restaurant opposite.

After a short time, Leng Qinghuan saw that the little guy named Jiu Jiu next to the sick seedling came out of it. Accompanying him, there was also a man with five big eyebrows and three thick eyes, a pockmarked face, a beard, and he looked like a coolie.

The two stood at the door of the restaurant and said a few words, the pock-faced man left with his hand, and the nine turned around and went back to the restaurant.

Leng Qinghuan hesitated slightly, but finally decided to follow the pockmarked man with a beard.

Since this person met and talked secretly with the sick seedlings in the restaurant, the relationship should be unusual. To find out who the sick man is, it should be easier to pry his mouth open.

She asked Dili to stay and continue to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the sick seedling, and quietly followed her up.

The pock-faced man is clearly very vigilant, as if he is a thief, and often looks around.

This made Qing Huan suspicious, and instead of acting immediately, he followed him around and around into a small workshop that seemed to be making sauces. The pock-faced man glanced alertly left and right and closed the courtyard door.

Leng Qinghuan jumped on the roof, quietly stepped into a brightly lit room, came to an upside-down golden hook, and peeked in through the crack in the window.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a large kang, a long wooden cabinet, and a dirty bedding that can't be seen in its original color. The three men slept on the kang, and when they saw their companions coming back, they poked their heads out, lit two bags of cigarettes, and inhaled them deeply, and the room suddenly became a miasma of smoke.

The pock-faced man took off his coat and threw it aside, then removed the beard from his chin and twisted his face to talk to the three of them.

"Head, what did the master say?"

The pock-faced man sat down on the edge of the kang and sighed first: "Let's all get up, the master will let us dispose of those sauce tank worms immediately." ”

"Why?"

The three of them were anxious when they heard this, and sat up from the quilt with a "pout": "How much effort does it take to cultivate these insects, and it will take two or three days to develop." No matter what, we have to spread it out and create a bigger wave of epidemics. ”

Leng Qinghuan was so shocked that she almost slipped and fell off the roof.

There is a way to find nowhere to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, and the source of the epidemic that I have been trying to track down is hidden here?

And it's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster, someone did it on purpose!

Also, the accents of these people are so familiar, I seem to have heard them from somewhere.

She held her breath, didn't dare to make any movement, and listened quietly.

"It's useless. The Qiu family sent a Mrs. Liangjiang to Yuzhou, this person has good medical skills, and she is now suspicious of the source of this epidemic and is secretly investigating it. Sooner or later, you'll find these bugs. At that time, it will be difficult for us to get out, after all, the stakes are very high, and if Chang'an uses this to ask the teacher for guilt, it will be detrimental to our master.

So, these sauce jar bugs hurried to deal with it, and then we immediately retreated. You also know that the Qin messenger sent by the Chang'an Imperial Court this time is Shen Linfeng, who is more sensitive than a dog's nose. ”

"A girl, if you just do it, it's over, you don't know it." One of them complained, which was immediately approved by the other two.

"What you pig can think of, don't you think the master doesn't know? But this Mrs. Liangjiang is not an ordinary person, it is not easy to deal with, and the master said that it is useful to keep her. ”

Useful to keep yourself?

What can it be used for? Could it be, that sick seedling really wants to leave his little life to treat him, right?

Leng Qinghuan looked at a few people shouting in Chang'an one by one, and knew that they were definitely not Chang'an people. Moreover, the accent of their speech, Leng Qinghuan has already recalled, where did he hear it.

Back then, when he, his mother and brother first arrived in Chang'an, and were cornered by the Jin family, they met an envoy from Nanzhao.

The accent and tone were exactly the same as those spoken by the soldiers who guarded them.

Nanzhao! These people are from Nanzhao. Pretending to be a Chang'an person, using this sauce workshop as a guise, secretly cultivating virus-carrying bugs, and plotting against him.

A sudden epidemic actually hides the conspiracy of the enemy country behind it. No wonder the sick seedling stared at himself so closely. Is this a conspiracy exposed, to be evacuated?

How many people have lost their lives, mothers, children, husbands, brothers and sisters as a result of this disaster. Leng Qinghuan hated so much that he couldn't wait to whip down his hand right now and slap it towards the four heavenly spirits.

How can they be cheapened like this?

The pock-faced man urged the three of them: "Get up quickly, finish the things explained by the master at night, and your heart will be at ease." ”

The three of them got up scolding, and scolded the eighteenth generation of Mrs. Liangjiang's ancestors, thinking that Leng Qinghuan ruined their good deeds.

Then he put on his clothes, lit the lantern, pushed the door and walked out.