At the entrance of Chang'an Ticket Village, there are several stalls selling noodles and buns, and a few guests sitting next to the stall are stuffing things into their mouths indiscriminately, and their eyes are wandering.

"Look, it's mud legs, it's so unscrupulous." Wang Han sat on the second floor of the restaurant opposite, crossing Erlang's legs and knocking melon seeds. There was a small stove around the table, crackling.

"Lu Boyan and Luo Qiheng didn't show up, don't take it lightly." Wei Rong looked at the authentic at a glance. He is wearing regular clothes today, dressed in white, and his hair is tied up casually, but he is more like a martial arts young man than the group of mud-legged people below.

Wang Han shook his head, "Our general is also a smart person, how can there be such a brainless subordinate as you." ”

Wei Rong frowned slightly, "What are you two planning behind your back?" ”

Wang Han smiled silently.

They squatted here for a long time, and the Chang'an ticket on the opposite side was full of people and business was booming.

This Qizhou City is not big, it is not small, it has rarely snowed for a few days in the past two days, the ice and snow on the road have not yet melted, if you go to a remote place, it will be even more difficult. Ordinary people have difficulty moving, and if they want to send something or receive something, they can only entrust the dart board. There are not many darts in Qizhou City, and the supply exceeds demand, so they put the idea to the head of the Ping An Ticket Bank, which has a similar delivery business.

Just as Wang Han was lying on the railing and yawning, a man dressed in ordinary clothes followed the flow of people and stepped into the gate of Ping'an Ticket Village, followed by a slender girl.

Wang Han straightened his sleeves, "I should go down, you will answer in a while." ”

"Don't worry." Wei Rong's hand rested on his sword, looking ready to attack, "I will definitely keep the account book and Miss Wen safe, and I will not disappoint the general's expectations." ”

Wang Han hesitated for a moment, and patted Wei Rong's shoulder with comfort, this child is good anywhere, but his brain is not good.

He got out of the restaurant and walked through the street, and several eyes were fixed on his back behind him, but he pretended to be unaware and walked into the crowd without hurrying.

Several people sitting on the stall glanced at each other, and the street vendors, passers-by who were picking vegetables on the side of the road, and even a few tables of diners in the restaurant all stood up and followed into the ticket house.

But that's not all the other side's manpower.

Wei Rong picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The beggars gathered downstairs, and the two tables of people not far away, were still staring at him.

Cang Xuelan and Wen Ying pretended to be a pair of ordinary brothers and sisters, and stopped a young man after entering the ticket village, saying that he wanted to pick up something. There were people coming and going in the lobby, and they had to shout at the top of their voices to speak, and the guy shouted many times, and finally led Cang Xuelan and Wen Ying into the cubicle cabin.

The guy laughed and said: "Please wait, you two, there are many guests in the past two days, and the main writer is too busy, and it may take a while to come in." ”

"It doesn't matter." Cang Xuelan nodded and smiled.

The guy brought a pot of tea to the two of them, and only after leaving the cubicle did he mutter: "It's also strange, why are so many brothers and sisters suddenly here?" ”

According to the rules of the Ping An Ticket Village, in order to keep things secret, the guys will bring the guests into the cubicle, and the chief writer in charge of the secret book will personally communicate with the guests on the codes and tokens.

There is a special mechanism in the compartment, after the main pen finishes the code, find out the corresponding ciphertext, and transmit the ciphertext to the warehouse through the mechanism, and the warehouse person deciphers the ciphertext, and then sends the corresponding box to the room from the mouth of the mechanism.

The chief writer of the Ping'an Ticket Village,Not everyone can be a master.,That's a rare master.,The compartment is also full of hidden weapons.,If someone wants to use force the main pen to succumb.,As long as the main writer launches the hidden weapon.,Then he will be shot into a hedgehog by a room full of hidden weapons.。

This process is cumbersome and time-consuming, but extremely secure.

The two waited for a long time before the chief writer entered the cubicle in a panic, and saw that the two of them didn't have any good faces, "Name, token." ”

Cang Xuelan said: "We are here to store things in Wen Zhao. ”

"Wen Zhaoxi?" The chief writer flipped through the secret book, "Found it." Who are you? ”

Wen Ying replied, "I am his daughter. ”

The chief writer compared the portrait in the secret book with Wen Ying, and said with a smile: "It's not quite like it." ”

Wen Ying took off the human skin mask on her face and said, "I am Wen Ying, Wen Zhaochu's daughter." ”

The chief writer nodded, and then asked, "What about the token?" ”

Wen Ying took out a piece of paper from her bosom and slowly unfolded it, this is a simple landscape painting, there are mountains and no water in the painting, a path from west to east, there is a group of people on the road, the leading man is riding a horse, and four people behind him are carrying a sedan chair, but the word happiness on the sedan chair is painted black. In the upper right corner of the painting, there is a line of small characters: "Painted in the thirty-second year of Yongle." ”

This painting is one of the booklets that Bun-sama carries with him. When Mr. Wen painted, it was supposed to be last year, but this painting is marked with the year of this year.

This painting is nondescript, but if you think about it carefully, you can guess the state of mind of Master Wen when he painted.

He already knew that he would not escape death, and the only thing he couldn't worry about was his daughter. Cang Xuelan was the best person he could think of and could entrust his daughter. That's why he painted such a picture, which was obviously a happy event, but there were only two colors: black and white.

At the beginning, Wen Ying focused on the poems, and she always felt that her father would hide the clues of the tokens in the poems, so she ignored these essay paintings.

After the main writer compares it repeatedly, he writes down a ciphertext, and then folds it and puts it into the secret passage. After a while, there were three sounds from the secret passage, and the chief writer heard the sound and opened the secret passage, and took out a wooden box from it.

He was about to open the lid of the box, but was held down by Cang Xuelan, Cang Xuelan smiled: "I'm sorry, it's inconvenient for others to see the things in here." ”

This kind of thing, the main writer has seen a lot, and he didn't make a fuss, he simply shook his hands away, and when he left, he didn't forget to instruct: "If you have any problems, come to me again." ”

After the main writer left, Cang Xuelan opened the box, which contained a ledger and a few letters.

Cang Xuelan put these things in her arms, put the lid of the wooden box in her hand, leaned against the door, and opened the door slightly, only leaking a crack in the door.

Sure enough, as he expected, there was a stalker standing outside the door.

But Cang Xuelan is not stupid, he specially arranged for many people today, all dressed as a man and a woman to come to Ping'an Ticket Village to pick up things, everyone dressed in disguise, and even dressed in the same way, to distract Lu Boyan and others.

"Put on your skin mask, we're going out."

Wen Ying nodded, hiding her pretty face.

Cang Xuelan smiled: "Are you afraid? ”

Wen Ying smiled back, "Don't be afraid." ”

Cang Xuelan took Wen Ying's hand and said in a low voice: "Hold on, don't let go." ”

He opened the door and calmly came out, and the stalker immediately followed, but as he walked around a corner, he was knocked unconscious from behind and dragged into the corner.

Wang Han clapped his hands, came to a cubicle, knocked on the door of the cubicle, two groups of two, a total of three groups, and after knocking, he hurriedly followed Cang Xuelan and Wen Ying. He didn't follow closely, and would stop from time to time, and knock on the door of the cubicle again, as if he had just done it.

In the compartment, couples of men and women walked out, they seemed to wander aimlessly in the Chang'an ticket house, occasionally stopping in front of the compartment, knocking on the door rhythmically like Wang Han, and after they left, another pair of men and women would come out of the cubicle, and then knock on other compartments like them.

The stalkers under Lu Boyan had to follow them separately, and they were soon dispersed by the crowd, they looked around with their feet on their feet, but all they saw were ordinary faces.

Cang Xuelan dragged Wen Ying through the crowd, and when she passed by a man, she passed the wooden box in her hand to him, and the two did not look at each other, like strangers passing by.

Cang Xuelan calculated the time in her heart, and after feeling that it was almost over, she attached it to Wen Ying's ear and whispered: "It's time for us to go out, you must hold on to me!" ”

"Hmm." Wen Ying leaned on Cang Xuelan's chest and answered softly.

The two squeezed out of the gate and walked all the way to the north, before them, there were already many partners of a man and a woman, stepping out of the gate of Chang'an Ticket Village. Wei Rong sat in the restaurant opposite, saw Cang Xuelan come out, glanced at him, and continued to drink tea unhurriedly.

Lu Boyan used almost all the people he could use this time, but these people were quietly disrupted by Cang Xuelan, some of them were still circling around in the ticket house like a headless fly, some of them followed Cang Xuelan Wenying's stand-in separately, and some of them stared at Wei Rong and Wang Han.

In this way, the troops are scattered, and even if you want to use the tactics of crowds, you can't use it.

Cang Xuelan walked quickly, and he could feel that there were two masters behind him. He smiled slightly, walked to the bustling street, slowed down, and pulled Wen Ying to stand in front of a jewelry stall.

He jumped out of it a plum blossom hairpin, although the color does not look very pure, but the advantage is that the pattern is novel and beautiful, "I remember that you used to like plum blossoms." ”

Wen Ying didn't know why Cang Xuelan suddenly stopped and said this to her, so she had to nod according to his meaning.

Cang Xuelan turned sideways and put a hairpin on her.

The two people who had been following him saw him turn around and hurriedly hid in the dark alley, while carefully watching his every move, completely ignoring the man in white who suddenly appeared behind them.

Cang Xuelan has been pretending to fix Wen Ying's hair, but in fact, her attention is all on that alley. It wasn't until Wei Rong's figure appeared that he put down his hand, took two pieces of broken silver from his belt, and put them on the stall.

The peddler smiled and said good things, and held the silver in his hand.

Cang Xuelan breathed a sigh of relief and said to Wen Ying, "Let's go back." ”

Wen Ying nodded and touched her hot cheek.

The two went back to the hut where they were resting, and when they opened the door, they saw the Nine Emperors sitting alone at the table shaking their legs, and he opened his mouth to say something, when he saw the two of them clasping hands tightly.

"Where's Lord Chen?"

"Latrines." The Nine Emperors squeezed into the middle of the two and smiled at Cang Xuelan, "General, what did you get?" ”

"A ledger, and a few letters." Cang Xuelan took out the things from her arms and put them on the table.

"What should I be, it's worth all our effort." He took open a letter casually, took out the letter inside, and read it at a glance, but in a few words, the more he read it, the more frightened he became, until his face turned blue.

Cang Xuelan was curious: "What's written in it?" ”

Before the Nine Emperors could speak, he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and saw Governor Chen holding on to the door frame, and after seeing the things on the table, Governor Chen said solemnly: "This is the evidence that Lord Wen has protected?" ”

Cang Xuelan nodded, he put the account book and the letter in order, handed them to Governor Chen, and said: "You are the governor, and you are the chief judge of the emperor's special trial of Lord Wen's case, and now I have handed over the evidence to you, and I hope that Lord Chen will seek justice for Lord Wen." ”

"General rest assured!" Governor Chen took the evidence.

"What should we do next?" The Nine Emperor Princes asked.

"Back to Beijing!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of sharp laughter outside the door, "General, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" The slave family hasn't had time to see the general's demeanor yet. ”

"There are even masters." Cang Xuelan frowned, his sword was unsheathed, and he turned around and said, "Hide behind me." ”

"What about your own people?"

"She dared to come out and call the door, it seems that she has almost cooked my people."

"Rubbish!"

"I'll go back as soon as I go." Cang Xuelan couldn't help but say something and broke out of the door.

The Nine Emperor Princes let out a long sigh, "It seems that we can only resign ourselves to fate." He shook his head and turned around to see Wen Ying lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead. Master Chen moved his wrist indifferently, squinting at the Nine Emperors, without the slightest weakness.

It took Wei Rong and Wang Han a long time to shake off the people who were following them, and when the two of them rushed over, the old house was in a mess. A diminutive woman was lying in the snow, already out of breath, and Cang Xuelan sat in front of the steps, wiping the blood from her sword.

"General!" Wei Rong hurriedly ran to Cang Xuelan's side, "What's wrong?" ”

"People have been robbed."

"Who was robbed?"

"The Nine Emperors."

Wei Rong was shocked, this was the worst result he could think of, just when he was at a loss, Wang Han beside him sneered.

"You're really a wooden head for ten years."

Wei Rong looked at him inexplicably, and then at Cang Xuelan, who slowly raised her head and smiled triumphantly at him.