Li Jiangyao suddenly came to his senses: "Oh? What kind of conspiracy? ”

Situ Wushou looked at the sunset outside the window and said faintly: "Mani Khan told Tilian that the magic weapon of the Holy Tang Dynasty to control the ghost desert in Western Xinjiang is not the 100,000 male soldiers of the Zhenjiang Metropolitan Protectorate, nor the sage doctrine of those who care, but the continuous trade routes. It was precisely because of the Western Xinjiang Trade Route that silk, porcelain, and tea from Middle-earth could be transported farther to the west, and Persian carpets, swords from Dashi, spices from Tianzhu and horses from Gaochang could also be sold to Shengtang. Every caravan passing through the 36 countries of Western Xinjiang will bring endless wealth to the locals, and the common people of Western Xinjiang will be more and more grateful and dependent on Shengtang if they have money to dress and eat. ”

Situ Wushou paused slightly, and looked at Li Jiangyao and Du Jian with blazing eyes: "So Mani Khan said that he wants to cut off the dog chain tied to the neck of the Western Frontier by Saint Tang for the Turkic Empire!" ”

Li Jiangyao's heart sank: "When he said the dog chain, he meant ......"

Situ Wushou nodded: "It refers to the trade route." After Tillian left Mani Khan's mansion, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, she knew that I was now a member of the St. Tang Guan City Office, and she was worried that Mani Khan would be unfavorable to me, so she came to tell me all night. ”

"Did you report this to the top?" Du Jian asked on the side.

Situ Wushou: "Report? How do you report it? Do you want me to run and tell my boss that a turtle dancer has listened to the drunken words of the Grand Overseer of Broken Leaves, and realizes that the other party is trying to destroy the trade route? When you say this, isn't it purely scolding? ”

Li Jiangyao asked calmly, "Then why did you tell us?" ”

"Because you're Pegasus scouts!" Situ Wushou replied calmly: "The feather cavalry gallops without stopping, and the first soldier of the Western Xinjiang Horse!" In the entire Metropolitan Protectorate, only you are loyal and selfish, and you can only say it to you, and you will not be treated as innocuous nonsense. ”

Li Jiangyao: "Lord Situ has won the award. Tell me where Mani Khan's governorship is. ”

Situ Wushou was stunned when he heard this, and said secretly in his heart:, is it so violent? This is going to directly kick the door of the Grand Overseer of Leaves?

Li Jiangyao saw his thoughts and smiled slightly: "You misunderstood, I didn't go to Mani Khan for trouble." There is no evidence, and we can't casually bully the nobles of the broken leaves. ”

"What do you mean?"

Li Jiangyao glanced at Du Jian, who was standing beside him, and then explained to Situ Wushou: "If Mani Khan really did what you think, secretly attacking and killing the Shengtang caravan and destroying the peace of the trade routes in Western Xinjiang, then he probably had secret dealings with the Turks, and at the same time deliberately kept an eye on the whereabouts of the various caravans. I wanted to send someone to keep an eye on it and see if there was a chance to find something. ”

Situ Wushou suddenly realized: "I see." If that's the case, you don't have to worry about it. ”

Hearing this, Li Jiangyao couldn't help but stare at Situ Wushou with some doubts, only to hear the other party continue: "Since Tillian reported to me, I have had an extra mind, and I have been sending people to keep an eye on the Mani Khan Mansion. The plan of the subordinate is similar to that of the adult, which is to wait for more solid evidence to be obtained, and then go to the boss to deal with it. ”

Li Jiangyao and Du Jian couldn't help but glance at each other, neither of them expected that this young official with a slightly businessman temperament in front of him would have such courage and means.

"Did you find anything?" Du Jian inquired curiously.

Situ Wushou: "There are no valuable clues yet, but yesterday, more than 20 Turkic horse dealers suddenly went to Mani Khan. ”

Li Jiang stood up suddenly: "What did you say?" Turkic horse dealers?! ”

Situ Wushou was taken aback by his posture: "Don't worry, my lord, there are often Turkic people trafficking horses on our trade routes, and it's not unusual." And Mani Khan's guards really need ......"

Before he finished speaking, Li Jiangyao waved his hand to interrupt: "The fifth homicide case I mentioned to you just now happened yesterday, seventy miles away in Mashha!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the clever Situ Wushou immediately came to his senses: "! Could it be them?! ”

Du Jian stretched out his hand and held the handle of the knife: "Li Tou'er, eighty percent can't be wrong, what's the matter?" ”

Li Jiangyao still had a doubt in his heart: "Lord Situ, you said that this Turkic horse dealer is common, but after the transaction, is it also common to continue to be in the customer's house?" ”

Situ Wushou shook his head: "That's a joke." Whoever buys a horse can't entertain a horse dealer? ”

"In this case, the Turks will not leave the house of Mani Khan...... It's a bit weird. Li Jiangyao muttered to himself.

Situ Wushou thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered something: "I know!" Yesterday, a large business group happened to come to Kawada City, which was a silk convoy under the well-known business name "Rong Bao Zhai". Here they replenished their provisions, and then they made their way west to Persia. Those Turks may be waiting for them! ”

Li Jiangyao nodded when he heard this: "This makes sense." Through the information provided by Mani Khan, the Turks secretly attacked the Shengtang merchant brigade in order to achieve their goal of undermining the trade security of Western Xinjiang. A big business like Rong Bao Zhai is naturally the best target. The reason why he didn't leave was probably because he wanted to pick up a big leak and then withdraw to his own territory. ”

He turned to Du Jian and said, "We don't have any evidence, and we can't directly find Mani Khan's door, and the silk caravan just provides an opportunity to catch thieves and take dirt." ”

Situ Wushou said on the side: "My lord, leave the previous matter to the lower officials." I immediately sent someone to find the steward of the Rong Bao Zhai caravan, and summoned him to meet him here in the name of verifying the goods and checking the documents. ”

Li Jiangyao secretly praised the other party for his cleverness, smiled and bowed slightly: "You said that it was a coincidence, the young owner of Rong Bao Zhai is my good brother, I can't say it, this time I want to be a dart master for Murong that kid." ”

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On the desert road leading to the border of the ghost desert, the sun was like fire, the heat wave was steaming, and the camels and horses were all panting heavily, moving slowly step by step.

Livestock is still hard, let alone people.

Rong Bao Zhai's guys were all sweating, shouting and shouting for their feet, while cursing the terrible ghost sun.

If it weren't for the fact that he went to Persian Food and other countries to "sell the western front", the owner could give four or five times more wages than the usual store, and the fool would be willing to travel through mountains and rivers to suffer the crime.

Earning more is the first motivation for a caravan to travel thousands of miles.

However, in addition to those veterans who earn their lives for their wives and children, many young guys are going out to broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge.

Although the Middle Earth of the Holy Tang Dynasty is prosperous, and the ghost desert of Western Xinjiang also has many exotic customs, these are not comparable to the more distant world, which can make young people full of infinite curiosity and yearning.

If you don't take advantage of your youth to go outside and take a look, do you have to wait until you are seventy or eighty years old to travel around the world?

Follow the caravan all the way to the west, take care of food and shelter and pay money, isn't he fragrant?

As a result, although everyone knows very well in their hearts that the trade of this "selling the western line" is extremely difficult, every time the owner sets off in a group, there will still be a large number of people who enthusiastically sign up.

Due to the large number of participants, the businessmen and bosses often have room to be carefully selected, and those who are not in good health, cheating, weak-willed, and not good at business will all be eliminated. Anyone who can stay and "sell the western line" can be regarded as a leader in the business industry.

Rong Bao Zhai is a well-known big business in Western Xinjiang, and the boss behind the scenes is the Murong family, which buys and sells all over the 28 states of Middle Earth, so their strength and status are leaders in various trade fields in Western Xinjiang.

Mo Fengchu, the captain of the Rong Bao Zhai caravan, is fifty years old, and his business style for more than 30 years is well-known in the business circles of Western Xinjiang. He looked at the thirty or so men who had gone with him to Persia to sell silk, and he was very satisfied, and he laughed and shouted: "Brothers, don't complain about the poison of this day, the poison is good for itself." ”

A guy wiped his sweat and asked, "What's the good?" ”

Mo Fengchu smiled slightly: "Since ancient times, there have been clouds, this business is profitable, near is profitable, far is profitable." So the worse the climate and the more difficult the road is, the more gold and silver we can earn. Think about it, others can't bear this poisonous sun, and they are unwilling to transport silk to Persia, and when we get there, won't we be able to live in strange goods and kill all directions? ”

"Mo Tou'er is right! Rich people in Persia like the silk of our Shengtang, and they can't buy him in a hurry! When the time comes, whatever price we say, it will be what the price! ”

The guys were aroused by Lao Mo's simple two words, and they suddenly didn't feel so hard even the heat, and everyone cheered up and accelerated the pace of hurrying.

Mo Fengchu smiled proudly, and was about to take two sips of the water bladder, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from his subordinate who was walking in the front.

Immediately, the entire caravan came to an abrupt halt, and everyone looked forward in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Fengchu urged the horses and quickly ran to the front.

A strange guy in a black robe and a hood was poking straight in the middle of the deserted road, blocking the caravan's way. On the ground beside him was a wooden pole with a bloody bull's head hanging from it.

Mo Fengchu screamed badly, but his face was still calm as usual.

"This brother, we are from Rong Bao Zhai, let's do it."

Because he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he couldn't tell where the other party came from, so Lao Mo had to ask him about his purpose in Shengtang dialect. Fortunately, the 36 countries in Western Xinjiang have been affiliated with the Shengtang for a long time, and most of the people also understand the Shengtang dialect.

Sure enough, when the person on the other side saw Mo Fengchu speak, he laughed lightly, and replied in not very proficient Tang language: "Goods, stay." People, fuck off! ”

Mo Fengchu was slightly stunned: It's actually a woman?

He looked around vigilantly: "Girl, maybe you didn't hear what I just said, did you?" We are Rong Bao Zhai, heroes from all walks of life, and we all have some friendship......"

Before he finished speaking, the other party snorted coldly: "Three." ”

Three? Mo Fengchu was a little confused: Three what? Three taels of gold? Three camels?

Before he could react, the other party said, "Two." ”

I'm going to co-author her in the countdown!

"One!" As she spoke, the black-robed woman sneered, "Okay, you don't have to get out of here this time." ”

Listening to the murderous aura hidden in the other party's words, Mo Fengchu called it bad, and was about to say something more, when a feather arrow suddenly flew through the air, penetrating a guy's neck horizontally, and killed him on the spot.

Seeing this, everyone in the caravan was shocked and immediately fell into a panic. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 big men appeared from behind the sand dunes beside the barren road, bent their bows and held knives to surround Mo Fengchu and them.

Black-robed woman: "You saint Tang people are like this. obviously gave him a way out, but he regarded wealth as more important than life. Okay, let's choose a way to die. Stand obediently in a row, and let you be happy; If you dare to resist, the end will be even worse! ”

Mo Fengchu was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly, and muttered as he dismounted: "Big brother, I really let you tell me, and the next thing is all up to your old methods." ”