Changning looked up, and what caught her eye was a very ordinary face, and she even felt that such a face was not worthy of such a good-looking pair of hands.

The man didn't notice her abnormality, but just picked up the wooden hairpin and played with it twice in his hand.

Changning frowned, spread out his right hand and said coldly: "Mine." ”

The man laughed, he didn't know how many years later this sentence would come true.

"Yours." He handed the wooden hairpin in the palm of Changning's hand and turned his head to leave.

Changning frowned, looking at the wooden hairpin lying in the palm of his hand, as if he felt that it was too easy to come back.

She put the hairpin in front of her nose for a while, it was the familiar fragrance.

Changning looked up, but he couldn't see the man's figure again.

"Strange people." She commented lightly that this was the first person she had seen since she was reborn that was different from what she remembered.

Changning turned the wooden hairpin and wanted to insert it back into his head, but his pupils shrank in an instant.

With a click, the wooden hairpin became two, and a thin roll of paper was inserted into the hollow hairpin.

It's actually open!

Could it be that the fall just touched the mechanism? Changning didn't think much about it, his figure jumped into the alley, and hid in a secluded position before slowly unfolding the note.

It's a miniature map.

Changning carefully observed and confirmed that this was the location of the broken city god temple on the outskirts of the city, but it was written in front of the temple with the word Mo, which obviously should be the ancestral hall of the Mo family.

Behind the spiritual table in the main hall of the ancestral hall is a mechanism wall, and the key to open the mechanism is obviously this wooden hairpin.

I see, the lines on the hairpin are carved to open the mechanism.

Changning wrote down the content of the note and swallowed it neatly, and the wooden hairpin was hidden in her arms.

Not to be missed, she immediately set off for the city.

The location of the temple was determined by her former study of her grandfather's military map.

Qing'an County is an important town in northern Xinjiang, and the general Liu family has been guarding here for generations, so she has learned a lot by ear and eyes, her grandfather was very fond of her at that time, and he never hid any military secrets from her, and even the Liu family's art of war was told to her as a bedtime story.

Such a loving old man wanted to be loyal to his country, but he died of slander.

Song Yisheng, you should be damned.

Changning walked into the dilapidated City God Temple with a cold face, and sure enough, he found a similarly corroded Mo family plaque in a pile of discarded wood.

It turned out that the predecessor of this ruined temple was really the Mo family ancestral hall.

Changning walked into the main hall, and there was dust raised everywhere.

She waved her hand away and was about to enter the door, but she heard the neighing of horses' hooves in the distance getting closer and closer, apparently coming from here.

Was it discovered?

Changning subconsciously took out a wooden stick to defend himself, but after thinking about it, he threw away the wooden stick again, took out the charcoal pen he carried with him, and made a few strokes on Mo Chengyin's handkerchief.

She swept her gaze and buried the veil under the old Mo family plaque.

The sound of horses' hooves had already chased to the front of the temple gate, and Changning walked sideways through the pile of debris and slipped away from the back door of the broken temple.

"Master Hou," the horse team of eight people in armor jumped off the horse and hugged his fists back: "This is the former site of the Mo family ancestral hall." ”

The sound of horses' hooves was soft, and a white horse came out of the crowd, which was Song Yisheng who was galloping on the street before.

But what is even more eye-catching is his saddle.

The saddle was inlaid with two rows of smoothed fangs, hideous and domineering, and the silver front seat was carved with a fierce wolf head full of wild atmosphere, which was not produced by Da Chu at first glance, but a strong Western style.

If Changning were to do it again, she would definitely be able to recognize that this was the wolf-headed iron saddle of her grandfather Liu Yizhan.

At that time, General Liu Lao led the troops and horses directly at the Turkic royal court, nailed the Turkic Khan to death on horseback, and won the Khan's horse and the wolf's head iron saddle, which made the Turks frightened, and General Liu became famous in the first battle, and since then it has been called Liu Yizhan.

It's a pity that now this wolf-headed iron saddle is sitting under the buttocks of Song Yisheng, a treacherous villain, and Song Yisheng doesn't feel panicked, as if he was the one who crucified the Turkic Khan in World War I.

In the temple, the man who had followed Changning before looked at the wolf-headed iron saddle, his indifferent expression did not change, but he turned his hand and puffed out a burst of applause.

In the main hall, the half of the footprints that Changning accidentally left disappeared without a trace.

Song Yisheng jumped off the horse and walked in, he looked around, his eyes swept over the dusty ground of the main hall, and waved his hand: "Go in and search." ”

Eight armored guards rushed into the main hall as if in a gust of wind, and there was not even room for so many people in the small place.

"Master Hou, I didn't find anything."

Song Yisheng frowned and waved away the flying dust, a pair of fox eyes narrowed into a narrow slit and scanned around, and half of the Mo character came into view.

He strode over to the discarded timber and pulled out the plaque.

The spotless black leather boots stomped on the ground twice, and the loose soil was immediately exposed in front of him, Song Yisheng took out a handkerchief and looked at the sun, and the dirty handkerchief was messy.

"Master Hou?" The Armored Guards gathered around him for orders.

Suddenly, a noisy human voice sounded not far away.

"Catch her! Catch that fugitive slave! ”

Song Yisheng was stunned when he heard this, his eyes flashed, and he chased him out.

Eight armored guards followed, and the boy in green shirts hiding outside the temple also had a heartbeat and chased after him.

The servants of the official slave department rushed into the fields on both sides of the avenue, where a little girl with a dirty face was standing.

The little girl looks good and has a good figure, but the ugly slave characters on her forehead are as black as ink.

The girl was detained by the servant in a daze.

Song Yisheng frowned, walked two steps forward slowly.

"Master Hou? I've seen Hou Ye. The leader of the errand saluted doggedly.

Song Yisheng hummed lightly, and his eyes casually glanced at the little girl.

The girl bowed her head tightly, her little fists clenched, and her shoulders trembled with fear.

Only Changning knew how hard she had to resist her urge to pounce and tear Song Yisheng apart.

"It's her." Song Yisheng remembered in a trance that this was the little girl who was knocked over by him.

The little girl who almost used the cloud roll.

"What's her name?" Song Yisheng paced over, his face unkind.

Seeing this, the eight ironclad guards were half-unsheathed with their long knives, just waiting for Song Yisheng to give an order.

The leader of the errand was frightened half to death by this knife light, and hurriedly responded: "Shanyun, her name is Shanyun, and she is a female slave who cooks in the official slave department. ”

"Shanyun?" Song Yisheng stopped.

He knew that the unimportant domestic slaves of the Liu family had been sent to the official slave department, and as long as the head of the errand spit out any word he was familiar with, he would not hesitate to order this little girl to be torn to pieces.

But the name Shanyun ......

"How long has she been in service?"

"Three years and eight months." The leader of the errand said hurriedly, while complaining: "I don't know what evil happened to the housekeeper and let her run out to buy, so that she has the opportunity to sneak away, this cheap slave...... Offended you? ”

For three years, Song Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, he put away his fierce color, and the eight swords disappeared.

The leader of the errand wiped the sweat from his head and watched Qing'an wait leave.

"The dead girl dares to sneak away, you will suffer when you go back!" He pointed at Changning's nose and scolded.