Zhang Biji returned to the bamboo forest attic, this bamboo forest attic was completely covered under the silver-white thick snow after a night of wind and snow, almost a natural barrier, really mysterious and peaceful.

Chongmo and Diezhang teased that Xiao Huangxian was lighting a fire in the house to keep warm, waiting for Zhang Biji, and when they saw him coming back, they greeted him: "How is it?" ”

Zhang Biji's body was full of snowflakes, and even his eyebrows were dyed with a layer of white desert, he gently shook off the snowflakes on his body, smiled secretly, and said, "Your Highness, the carriage has been fetched." ”

Stacked Zhang looked at Zhang Biji up and down carefully, and asked strangely, "Where is it?" ”

Zhang Biji sat down on the wooden couch and took a few sips of a pot of wine that had been heated on the wooden table before saying, "Guess." ”

Diezhang was a little impatient, grabbed the wine jug in Zhang Biji's hand and put it down: "How can you guess, you should say it quickly,...... Could it be that you have already been transferred to the hospital. ”

Zhang Biji said: "There are so many people in the courtyard now, I don't have the ability to change at this time, and I have to wait for the night Rui Wang Ye to come back to make trouble." ”

Chongmo stood quietly and said with a smile: "Don't tease him, take it out." ”

Zhang Biji heard this, knowing that Chongmo had guessed that the carriage was hidden on him, so he smiled and took out the carriage from his sleeve.

"Hey, what's a bunch of sticks?"

"Don't underestimate this pile of sticks, you bring it up and give it a try."

Stacking Ridge really went to lift the wooden bars, which were heavy and heavy, and thought about it: "Brother Biji, you quickly set them up." ”

Zhang Biji shook his head: "I don't have that ability." As he spoke, he recounted the process of taking the carriage, and then took out the note and handed it to Chongmo: "Your Highness, it's better for you to restore the carriage." ”

The heavy ink sword eyebrows were slightly erected, and he took the note and looked at it, it was still the mysterious gold-cutting font: the organ is exhausted, the sincerity is exhausted, the guests of the palace, the catkins are flying, and the payment is the rain of flowers falling in the capital.

What do you mean?

Chongmo read softly: The organs are exhausted, the sincerity is exhausted, the guests of the palace, the catkins are flying, and the payment is the rain of flowers in the capital.

The corners of Chongmo's mouth opened slightly, and he groaned softly: "Falling flowers and rain in the capital? ”

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he said in heavy ink: "This is the talisman that hides the carriage, and there should be words on the back." "I turned the note back, but it was snow-white.

Zhang Biji and Diezhang both looked at their masters: "Your Highness, could it be that you still have ingenuity?" ”

Chongmo did not answer, but recited four ancient poems: "The World-Honored One has secret words, and the leaves are not hidden." Flowers and rain fell overnight, and the city was full of water and fragrance. ”

Chongmo was relieved and said, "There is a solution." ”

Zhang Biji and Diezhang hurriedly asked, "How to solve it?" ”

Chongmo said: "As long as this pile of wooden strips is placed on the carriage of the southern courtyard, the original carriage can be easily replaced by the power of the talisman, and I can take this carriage back to the capital." Chongmo sighed: "This black green dragon is really sanity. ”

Zhang Biji said: "Your Highness, Biji also thinks that Wuqinglong is an extremely great person, so I implore him to be under His Highness, but he didn't agree." ”

Chongmo nodded in a deep voice: "It's a pity that this talent can't be used by me." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about him, let's take a look at the situation in the courtyard now, and find a perfect time to replace the carriage." Chongmo said that he had already walked out of the attic, and Zhang Biji and Diezhang hurriedly followed.

The people in the courtyard were busy, Yan Er stood in the courtyard to command, and suddenly a brocade guard hurriedly came over and walked up to Yan Er to report: "My lord, Lord Fan of the prefect is visiting." ”

"Fan Shanjia?" Yan Er was stunned for a moment and said, "Let him come into the hall." So saying, he turned around and went into the house.

Fan Zhangjia walked into the hall in an official uniform, Yan'er sat on the Taishi chair and drank tea carelessly, and when he saw Fan Zhangjia coming in, he glanced at it and put down the teacup.

Fan Jiajia hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "I've seen Lord Yan." ”

"Master Fan took time out of his busy schedule to come to Buzhuang, I don't know what to do?"

Fan Shanjia's head was raised slightly, and the person behind him presented a long sword with both hands, Yan Er recognized this thing at a glance as Lin Baotang's thing, Yan Er's face was cold: "Where did this thing come from, my lord?" ”

"Lord Yan, this is Lin Baotang's sword, and it was taken from him." Fan Jiajia lowered his head and secretly glanced at Yan'er's face.

"What?" Yan Er slapped the table and asked, "What about others?" ”

Yan'er's momentum was really inhibitive, Fan Zhangjia was so frightened that his legs were cold, his back was sweating, and he said in a trembling voice: "It's dead." He was buried in the woods behind the Qingfeng Inn. ”

Knowing that Lin Baotang was more auspicious and less auspicious, and was told by Fan Shanjia, Yan'er was still very shocked, and asked angrily: "Who did it, did you find out the murderer?" ”

Fan Jiajia lowered his head: "Lord Hui, a group of unidentified black-clothed people appeared in the Qingfeng Inn yesterday, all of them were veiled, killing many innocent diners in the inn, and Lin Baotang was also killed in the chaos. ”

"Presumptuous!" Yan Er hit the wooden table with another heavy punch, startling Fan Zhangjia, and hurriedly lowered his head: "Lord Yan, the lower officials are incompetent, and they have not been able to find out these mysterious killers." ”

"Hmph, Fan Zhangjia, you are wearing a prefect's black gauze hat and eating royal food, but you can't do anything, you just wait for the top to uncover your black gauze hat."

This is obviously to reprimand Fan Zhangjia for not caring about this idle matter, Fan Zhangjia was so frightened that he knelt down: "My lord, spare my life." His eyes flashed and he said: "It's not that the slave is incompetent, it's that the status of the slave is really humble, and he doesn't dare to talk nonsense." ”

Yan Er's face turned dark, and he said angrily: "Since you don't dare to say nonsense, you dare to say it, be careful of your dog's life." ”

Fan Zhangjia's body weakened, fell to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord spares my life, and the servants don't know anything." ”

Yan Er snorted coldly at Fan Zhijia, who was softened into a puddle of snot on the ground: "If you reveal a word, you will be killed." ”

"Yes, yes, the slaves don't dare."

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