Tian Xian Ling nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, wrap it on Xia Guan."

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the envoy had finally sent an easy and unembarrassing job, although the content was a bit strange.

After explaining the matter, He Lingchuan wanted to leave, but suddenly his heart moved, and the leg that stepped out retracted:

"By the way, two more things."

"It's ......." Tian Xian Ling almost said his heart, "You just command!"

"There's a bounty wanted here, you ask someone to copy a dozen copies, dozens of copies, and post them to a conspicuous place in the city as soon as possible." He Lingchuan took out a wanted notice for Mr. Mai issued by Zhitian Township, handed it over and said, "The eyes of the masses are bright, and we must exert their strength."

Tian Xian Ling took it and looked at it: "Okay, the next official will do it immediately."

"When will I be able to put it up?"

"Uh, tomorrow morning....." Tian Xian Ling saw that he frowned, and immediately changed his words, "In the evening, it can be all pasted up this evening!"

He Lingchuan smiled approvingly: "Also, where did you hear about Zhongsun Mou's arrival in Baishaqi?"

"Xia Guan heard other dignitaries talk, more than one or two."

"Where did they know?"

"Uh............" This time, among the high-ranking elites, the gossip went fast, and Tian Xianling had already changed his hand when he heard it.

"Please check the source and see who leaked the news." He Lingchuan said, "The matter is serious, so we must verify it as soon as possible!"

"Oh, yes, yes." The gossip was originally chasing after the wind and shadows, and it was difficult to investigate, but Tian County Ling also had his own way, that is, to start with the daughters of these top families.

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In the secret calculations of all parties in Baisha, three days flew by, and finally it was the twenty-ninth day of July.

Chaohu Tower is a local signature attraction, and the number of tourists who come to the tower every day is more than six or seven thousand, and as few as two or three thousand, which can be described as bustling.

But today's guests who went up to the tower were a bit disappointed, because someone came to set up a shelf before dawn, and then the craftsmen came into the field with all kinds of things and began to work on the fourth and fifth floors.

The sound of chiseling and hammering never stopped.

There were also workers carrying things up and down, and there was mud, sand, stones, and all kinds of debris everywhere.

Although the most tourists are crowded when they are crowded, sitting in the teahouse on the fourth floor to eat tea and overlook, it is also a comfortable life.

It's good now, the rude craftsman has also destroyed the artistic conception of the word "ghost". The nearby waterfowl are also noisy and refuse to land closely, so the fun of bird watching is less than half.

Most people walk here, see the chaos, hear the noise, and shake their heads and leave.

Some guests have come, not to go to the tower and not give up, but the sound of the fourth layer of the clattering stone is deafening, every knock seems to be smashed on the cranial nerves, everyone can only look at the scenery in a fancy way, and then they have to go down the tower, and they can't talk a few words-

The noise is too loud.

There are 10 tables in the Chaohu Teahouse on the fourth floor, and each table is full of people, with at least three or four groups of customers lining up. But today, the depression that has been lost for a long time.

"And so there were three more tables." The dementor mirror hid in He Lingchuan's arms, and sighed, "These people are really not afraid of noise."

The occupancy rate of the teahouse is 30%.

The guests at these three tables may have had a reason to sit, so they had to endure the cacophony.

"Suspicious!" "It's almost time, they're all suspicious."

He Lingchuan is not among them.

He was in a position where he could keep an eye on the people in the tower at all times, but not be suspicious.

"What's suspicious about these tables?"

"Look at the table on the left." There was only one male guest at that table, in his mid-forties, with dark skin.

"This man came in and only had a cup of tea, and then sat still, not like waiting for someone?"

"It's waiting for someone, but not necessarily waiting for Mr. Mai."

The mirror asked him, "Is it because this man looks too rustic?"

He Lingchuan affirmed, "This man is just a husband, and he wants the cheapest tea."

The mirror was not convinced: "I saw that his hands were very rough, his knuckles were thick, and he was a heavy worker, but maybe this was just a disguise, and maybe the people behind the scenes refused to come in person, and they found someone to tempt him."

"No one will look for him."

"Why?"

"He's got his left hand in his sleeve, but he's only reached out a few times—a little shaky." He Guanchuan said, "Either a drunkard or a sick, would you give such an important matter to an alcoholic or sick person to do?"

The mirror choked, and then turned his attention to the second table: "What about the three women at that table? You don't think the connector will be a woman?"

There were three women at the table, one woman in her early thirties, another in her fifties, and the last one a young cardamom girl.

The little girl was sitting on a precarious seat, with a small face dressed white and red, and there were two matures in the exquisiteness. The young woman's brows furrowed slightly, and the old woman drank tea unhurriedly, occasionally comforting the two and saying with relief, "Come soon, come soon."

For the young woman said again, "It's too noisy, or another day!"

"Another day, life won't be good."

He Lingchuan smiled when he heard this: "This table, the possibility is also very small. That woman is a matchmaker."

"Huh?"

"It's a blind date. The little girl also wore new shoes and clothes, but the mother was not."

While talking, someone went upstairs, and it was a couple with a teenager, and they sat down at this table.

The two sides began to greet each other, both with polite but awkward smiles.

"Sure enough, it's the most boring activity for you humans."

"Then there is only one table left, this old man is either a businessman or a butler, I see what else you can fault with it!"

The last table is a fifty-year-old man, with good clothes and materials, and a little magnanimity in the frame of drinking tea.

There are some, but not many.

The temperament of the superior is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate.

"You see, he's still glancing down the stairs, apparently impatient."

"There's nothing wrong with it, I can't rule it out. And he's waiting for someone." There was a pot or two cups on the table, one of which was still empty, and it was obvious that he had made an appointment. "You can keep an eye on it."

After all, it is the height of summer, and no matter how cool the Chaohu Tower is, you will sweat after drinking two more sips of hot tea. The man took the handkerchief and wiped his sweat twice, as if he had made up his mind, threw the tea money on the table, and then got up and walked quickly downstairs.

The mirror reminded, "Ah, he's going to slip away, keep up!"

He Lingchuan didn't move: "The hour hasn't come, it's not him."

"Maybe he sensed something was wrong and ran away early."

"It's all here, why should you leave when it's not time? It's only half an hour away."

As soon as the words fell, the old man actually climbed the ladder again.

He was followed by a man.

They fell back into place and began talking.

The sound of the chisel is loud, and they also have to amplify the volume. The jingle sometimes stops abruptly, at which point the conversation of the guests reverberates throughout the fourth floor.

Blind Date Bureau: "Let me tell you, the bride price in this city is not this amount!"

Old man: "Then when will my son be released, you have to give me a letter, right?"

Drunkard: "......"

Suddenly, the entire fourth floor fell into an eerie silence.

He Lingchuan calmly grabbed the plank, and Dangdang began to nail it again.

Yes, he is now wearing a coarse cloth robe, blending in with the decoration team to help others, and by the way, find himself the best observation position.

When he was a patrol guard in Panlong City, he often helped the townspeople repair houses and carriages, and learned carpentry work from door panels. Although he doesn't have the skills of others, he can make do with it as a small worker.

The noise is restored, and the fourth floor is normal.

The Soul Mirror was puzzled: "These three tables are not, so isn't your game for nothing?"

He Lingchuan specially explained the order of Baisha County, and brought in a repair team from other places to renovate the Chaohu Tower from yesterday, that is, on the twenty-eighth day.

The reason why I am looking for a foreign team is that I don't want the locals to get the news first.

At first, the Soul Mirror thought that he understood He Lingchuan's intentions, after all, the Chaohu Tower was originally too crowded, and Mr. Mai's connector was mixed in and could not tell the difference. So once the construction of the Chaohu Tower begins, the flow of people will immediately decrease, especially those who can tolerate the noise and stay on the fourth floor, most of them are really something.

They will be able to observe and discern.

But the three tables of guests in front of him were all excluded, and it is very likely that the connector did not come, and it is very likely that they came up and walked around and left. Because there are always tourists who come up in twos and threes, look around, and then go downstairs.

He Lingchuan: Isn't this a waste of effort? An important clue was also wasted.

As a result, He Lingchuan looked up at the missing carving in the teahouse and said, "It's almost two o'clock, it's almost time."

"What is almost?" The mirror was dissatisfied, "You make it clear."

"Let me ask you, if you were a connector and saw that the Chaohu Tower was not repaired early or late, but it was done at the time you made an appointment with Mr. Mai, what would you think?" He Lingchuan snorted, "One more one, you know that the prince's envoy is also investigating the case in Baisha."

"Will suspect that things have changed, and it is better to cancel the transaction." The mirror didn't think about it, and said, "But if the wind blows, the rats will burrow as soon as possible."

"But what if they never find Mr. Mak? If you miss today, you miss Mr. Mak."

The mirror wondered, "Mr. Mak is so important?"

"I told Zhong Sun Mou that Mr. Mak's subordinate Wan Song confided a lot of secrets. If you're behind the scenes, aren't you worried?" He Lingchuan whispered, "What's more, what if they didn't come, but Mr. Mak came as promised, and was arrested by us? At the very least, they have to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Silence?"

He Lingchuan nodded slightly: "So, they shouldn't let go of this opportunity."

"I didn't dare to go to the appointment, and I didn't dare not come. A dilemma."

"It's not hard." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "Everyone has a fluke mentality, Bai Sha Ji has been repairing scenic spots recently, and has repaired more than a dozen places, almost never stopped, maybe Chaohu Tower is also a coincidence to open repairs?"