"Who has been here...", after listening to Hua Mian's question, Xiao Yin turned his head and asked Xiao Jin beside him, "Brother, do you remember who has been to Xia Zhangchu's carriage these days?" ”

Xiao Jin thought for a moment and replied: "Lord Zhu has come to see twice, but they are all questions from afar, His Royal Highness Eleventh has sent people to see and has not entered the carriage, except for me, only Lord Cui and Mr. Xiao have entered."

"These two people ......", this is not easy to do, Hua Mian heard that these two people were a little hesitant, if it was these two people, it would not be as easy to ask as Xiaocui and the others, and it would be easy to arouse suspicion if they asked something subtle.

After saying goodbye to Xiaoyin and the others, Hua Mian thought that it was not too early, and it was inconvenient to go to the doctor or Sikong Xiao at this time, so he went back to his room first.

Sikong Xiao's room is next to His Highness Eleven, most of the officials in the mission live in this building located in the center of the post house, the room here is far better than the outer building in terms of the layout of the room and the interior furnishings, Sikong Xiao sat quietly in the room and breathed for a while, exhaled, listening to the sound of His Highness Eleventh's long breathing from the other side of the wall, it seemed that he had fallen asleep.

As a prince, he behaved quite well, sleeping in the tent or in the carriage most of the time, and never heard him complain, but his sister who was about to become a wife rarely had a safe life, and if it weren't for the adults of all the departments to follow her, even the roof of the carriage would have been overturned, and it would only be quiet when eating.

Thinking of Sikong Yue's actions when eating, Sikong Xiao naturally thought of the dishes he ate at dinner, and then couldn't help but think of the chef who made these.

At this time, Sikong Xiao suddenly remembered something, groped in the rattan box containing clothes for a while, and touched a thing with a smooth feel, and after taking it out, he looked at it and remembered that it was the thing that fell out of Hua Mian's arms when he found Doctor Cui to consult Hua Mian the day before yesterday.

The black slate in his hand has an extremely smooth touch, as if it has been polished for hundreds of years, and the material feels more like jade, what kind of process is used to make this thin stone flake.

Sikong Xiao's hand rubbed on the thin sheet, and he felt the slightest warmth and some strange carved lines coming from the thin slice in his hand, these lines did not look like any continuous pattern, but a little bit here and there, some were concave, and some were convex.

Sikong Xiao subconsciously touched these strange lines with his fingers, and when he touched a bulge, he subconsciously pressed his fingers hard, and then the downward side of the stone slab in his hand lit up.

At the same time as the slate lit up, Sikong Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then with a shake of his hand, he threw the slate out, and saw that the slate drew a ray of light in the air and flew towards the wall on one side.

Sikong Xiao looked at this light, and as if he remembered something, he stepped forward and stopped before the stone slab could make contact with the wall.

Holding the slate in his hand again, it looked the same as it had just been, except for the light emitted by one side, which looked a little like something had been written.

“…… Fig... Table...... Untie...... Lock"

What does that mean? Sikong Xiao struggled to make out the words on the stone, which were both similar and different from the words he knew.