Then, she sharpened the hard end of the dagger chicken feathers into an oblique tip, dipped it in thick ink, and steadily put the pen on the cloth, writing and drawing.

She writes like a god and draws very quickly.

Han Changdui was surprised, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be stunned.

What Yao Qi painted in his pen was the crossbow manufacturing map brought out by Wang Wu, but it was painted on the cloth, which was much smaller than the one painted on the paper, and each picture was only the size of a palm, and it was neatly arranged on the cloth.

He frowned tightly, took another blank piece of cloth and gestured on his body, puzzled: "Are you going to sew it into your clothes?" ”

Yao Qi didn't look up, and responded in a low voice: "Yes, such a thick stack of atlases, if it falls into the hands of others, it will be a disaster, it is better to sew it into the clothes and carry it with you." ”

Han Changwan picked up a chicken feather, touched the tip of his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You have so many strange methods, how could you think of using chicken feathers to draw, and sharpening it with a dagger, you can draw so small." ”

He secretly admired that with such a good method, he would be able to make the secret letter more exquisite in the future, and maybe because of this, he could find a more secret and secure way to transmit the message.

Yao Qi was extremely attentive in painting, and blurted out without thinking: "This was invented by the Romans." ”

"Romans." Han Changdui was stunned, he went through it in his mind, making sure that he had never heard of this person, he asked himself if he was also knowledgeable, and couldn't help frowning and asking, "Why haven't I heard of the Romans." ”

Yao Qi's face changed, and only then did he realize that he had slipped his mouth, and he covered it up hesitantly: "That's it, that, the Romans, it's a small country in the Western Regions, and it seems that the country was destroyed a hundred years ago." She smiled: "Childe hasn't heard of it, it's normal." ”

Han Changwan glanced at Yao Qi deeply, and he had already been accustomed to her serious nonsense, he didn't pierce it, but turned around and went back to the room, hugged a stack of atlases and two middle coats of similar texture, put them on the bookcase, and said lightly: "Draw two sets." ”

Yao Ji choked up and let out a long sigh of depression.

Fascist or Huang Shiren, this is.

Before he finished sighing, Han Changwan continued to scare Yao Qi: "After the painting, sew it into my clothes." ”

Yao Ji was stunned.

She asked with a confused face, "Childe, which piece of clothing do you want to sew into?" ”

Han Changwan shook the middle coat with a mezzanine, and seemed to smile: "That's it, you can sew it into the mezzanine, it's more secure." ”

Yao Qi was completely speechless: "Childe, this is a middle coat, it is worn closely, I am a girl's family, it is not suitable for you to sew this." ”

Han Changwan continued to smile: "Among us, you are the only girl who knows how to needlework, so make do with it, I don't dislike your poor craftsmanship." ”

Yao Qi snorted and muttered, "But I hate you." ”

Han Changwan smiled: "What did you say?" ”

Yao Qi hurriedly pursed his mouth and shook his head quickly.

She is not a native of a serious ancient person, she is dressed in the skin of an ancient person, and she is still a modern person inside.

The defense of men and women is not so untouchable with her.

Isn't it just sewing a middle coat, in her opinion, the middle coat is the autumn clothes of the previous life, and it is not the underwear of the previous life, what are you afraid of.

She squinted her eyes and smiled playfully: "As long as you dare to wear it, I dare to sew." ”

Han Changdui laughed with a rare cheekiness: "As long as you dare to sew, I dare to wear it." ”

Yao Qi pursed his lips, secretly in his heart.

She had to leave a few needles in her middle coat and prick him to death.

Han Changdui didn't know what he thought, his smile gradually froze, and his face was heavy: "Ah Qi, you have never forgotten this matter of the map, except for me, you must not let a third party know." ”

Yao Qi's expression was straight, and he nodded: "I know, I understand the truth of guilt." ”

Han Changwan regained his indifference, as if he was not the one who was cheeky and forced the girl to make him a middle coat just now.

He bowed slightly: "You tie the door, I'll go to Xu Xiangli to find out if there is any situation with Yang Youzi and his party, if everything goes well, we should leave the day after tomorrow." ”

The needle and thread in Yao Qi's hand paused.

Entering Mohe Yanmoraine, she had to make some more preparations.

The night was dark, the streets were silent, and the wind blew leaves all over the ground.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the people who are afraid of the cold can't care about the firewood, so they have burned the kang, and the house is warm.

The Sanjin courtyard in Tianshui Lane of Dunhuang City was pitch black, the house was as bright as a bean, Hu Nu was guarding the gatehouse, and the Silla maid stayed in the main room to serve.

The big kang in the room was warm, and she sat on the edge of the kang, sewing a snow-white foot coat in her hand, and the blue auspicious cloud pattern of that day had already begun to appear.

Mu Chun walked in with heavy steps, and saw the swaying under the shadow of the lamp, his eyes were full of gentleness, and he was stunned, and subconsciously lit the wick, lit a few more lamps and candles, and held a calm face: "It's late at night, light a few more lights, and hurt your eyes carefully." ”

Po Xiao raised his head, jumped off the big kang, poured tea and handed it to Mu Chun, and smiled softly: "Ye is back, it can be cooked, the slave is still hot on the stove, do you want to drink a bowl?" ”

Mu Chun took Po Suo's hand, his eyes flashed, and he said the word "good".

Po Suo hurriedly instructed the Silla maid: "Go and heat up the soup on the stove, I have something to say to my master, don't come over without greeting." ”

The Silla maid replied in a low voice, and retreated with her head down.

Po Xiao gently and gently waited for Mu Chun to change his clothes, and whispered: "What does the master have to tell the slave?" ”

Mu Chun raised his eyes, his eyes turned on Po Sa's face, originally he and Po Sa were just playing on the spot, but after a few months of getting along, this scene became a real favorite.

He didn't want to hurt her, he wanted to stay with her.

He pulled her to sit down on the kang and said calmly: "Fifth Feng was attacked by the Turks, I think there is another plot behind this matter, Wang Cong seems to know something, but he won't tell me." ”

Po Si thought about it and said gently: "The slave understands, the slave will inquire about this matter." ”

Mu Chun said calmly: "Safety is the most important thing, there is no need to force it." ”

Her blue eyes flashed, and she smiled with gratitude: "Don't worry, the slave will act carefully." ”

In the morning, the sky is bright, and the sunlight shines through the withered and twisted poplar trees, slightly cool.

The mud in front of the fifth beacon was already dry, and there were traces of black-purple blood in the yellow sand and dust, and there were large scorched black patches in the distance, stained with black hair.

After the rain brush, the traces after the war went deep into the ground, and there was no sign of abating, and it was still so shocking to look at it, and I couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Kang's surname Sabao and his party have already rested, and after this change, they are quite frightened, and they dare not leave the fifth beacon at will, so they can only temporarily rest in the wine shop, restless and restless.

The mute girl and the old man were completely gone, and never appeared again, as if they had never appeared.

Although the old man surnamed Kang Sabao was also suspicious, his own life was obviously more important, and he didn't ask anything.

Maybe it's because Master Kang, like Helian Wenyuan, is a foreign race, and he seems to have a natural sense of closeness to Helian Wenyuan.

On the morning after the war, calm was rare and precious, and the group in the wine shop moved the morning food to the courtyard, holding a sea bowl bigger than their faces, and eating hot mutton soup cakes.

This sheep was originally kept in captivity in the backyard and was ready to be slaughtered during the Chinese New Year.

But after this great battle, the owner of the liquor store still killed the sheep and cooked mutton soup cakes, which frightened these people and their children.

Master Kang was absentmindedly eating soup cakes, worried about these days, he couldn't swallow his food, in just a few days, there were many vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his chubby and smooth face, a mouth was a long sigh, and his chubby hand patted Helian Wenyuan's shoulder: "Brother Helian, you said that this Turkic should go away." ”

Helian Wenyuan also had palpitations, the Turks besieged him for two days, he thought that he was going to die here, and he regretted taking over this work, his face turned blue, and his mouth was full of bitterness: "Yes, let's go, there is no movement outside." He paused: "If we don't leave, we'll be trapped here." ”

Seeing the garrison army walking in, Master Kang hurriedly called a garrison who looked kind, and asked politely: "This military master, I don't know if the Turks outside have all gone clean." ”

The garrison was a little impatient, picked up a pot of wine and left, and threw down two words with a gloomy face: "Go." ”

Old Man Kang was overjoyed, hastily ate a few bites of soup cakes, and sighed with a sad face: "Brother Helian, when are you leaving?" ”

Helian Wenyuan shook his head: "It depends on the son." ”

Master Kang approached Helian Wenyuan and whispered mysteriously: "What is the origin of that Han Gongzi, I used to think that they were the same as you, they were all practicing families, but this time the Turks attacked, they all went out to fight, and I looked at them like people in the army." ”

How dare Helian Wenyuan say the rights and wrongs of Han Changdui now, it's too late to hide.

He also thought that Han Changdui was the son of a gentleman of which family, with a little money and a little effort, and he was tired of staying in Chang'an City, so he came out to relax quickly.

But after this incident, he realized that whoever was raised by a golden pimple would go to the battlefield with real swords and guns, and he could be complimented as a pillar of the country on paper.

These people are definitely not as simple as he thought at first, their rights and wrongs, or don't listen to Mo and don't ask for peace.

He shook his head slowly: "I'm just a guide, Gongzi hired me for money, I'll go with them, and I didn't ask much else." ”

Master Kang didn't really want to inquire about Han Changdu's origin, he just wanted to have more sets of clichés to see if he could see the stitches and follow them to keep him safe.