The time has come, the moon and stars are scarce, and the night owl is hissing.

An old embroidery lady with an ugly face and indistinguishable facial features in the embroidery brocade workshop was quietly bowing her head under a few dim candles at this time.

She held the sharp scissors in her hand and carefully cut the expensive fabric under her palm.

The old embroiderer's face was extremely old, but the eyes that loomed under the dim candle fire were particularly bright and sharp, and she was silently doing her own thing, with a serious and serious expression.

The bare skin on the back of her hand was wrinkled and cracked, but the palm of her hand was very tender and soft, and there was hardly any peeling.

It seems that only such a pair of soft palms can be so comfortable when touching the most elaborate fabric in the western region in front of them, and will not scratch any silk thread.

I don't know how long it has been, but the candle flame in one of the lampshades in the room suddenly burst out with a "pop", and then it went out into darkness.

The ugly-faced old embroidery girl raised her eyes when she heard the sound, and it turned out that the candle lamp had finally run out of oil and dried up and burned to the end.

Fortunately, her work for today is about to be completed, and there is no need to continue with a new one.

She divided the more than a dozen pieces of large and small fabrics in her hand according to the parts of the garment, and placed them neatly on the table in front of her, and then looked at them quietly for a long time, and then she said lightly:

"Did you inquire clearly?"

A figure slowly stepped forward in the shadows, the man was dressed in pitch black, and his head and face were tightly covered with a black hood, he couldn't tell his appearance and age, but just listening to the voice, he looked like a middle-aged man.

"Master, I have inquired about the four masters and servants of this group who appeared in Muskton City about ten days ago.

People entered the city from the corner gate of the east city gate, and it is unknown where they came from, but the direction looks like they came through the 'forbidden area of life' in the desert of western Xinjiang. ”

The old embroidery lady continued to look at the workbench in front of her with warm eyes, where she could vaguely piece together a piece of fabric in the form of a garment.

The lights are dim, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

In this situation, the human-shaped fabric on the table is actually lined with the spliced human-shaped fabric, which looks a little weird and gloomy.

She let out an "oh" and then slowly muttered to herself:

"I actually came through the 'forbidden area of life' in the east of Western Xinjiang, dared to risk my life to travel through the desert and no man's land in Western Xinjiang, and also touched Muskton City all the way from the desert, it seems that ...... It's not good. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately said:

"Since the master thinks they are inappropriate, why don't the subordinates design a bureau and do them?"

The old embroidery girl smiled.

Did them? Who did it? Is it up to you? ”

One of her eyes was distorted and shrunk by the burning fire, and although it didn't really hurt her eyesight, at first glance, it looked like a one-eyed person.

The embroidery lady who looked like an ugly old woman, but was actually only thirty-eight years old, shook her head mockingly when she heard this, and said unceremoniously:

"You can't even see through the depth of other people's martial arts realms, and you still want to be them?

It's good to have self-confidence, but it's not in the right place, you're no match for them. ”

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and hesitated:

"Master, there is something unknown to my subordinates, isn't that Tianchen from the Southern Dynasty a doctor?

So why is the martial arts cultivation around her the highest two guards, a man and a woman, it seems that they are. Northern dynasty people. ”

What they were talking about was naturally Xie Zhao, Ling Or, Han Changsheng and Bo Xu.

Because Ling He has half of the blood of the Handyong people of the Northern Dynasty on his body, and Bo Xuan is an authentic Handyong blood.

So that as long as these two people stop there, even if they don't have to say anything, whether it is height, facial features, or physical appearance, it seems that it is very easy for people to mistake them for people from the north.

The old embroidery girl laughed and said, "Yes, I also think it's very strange......

It is said that Tianchen of the Southern Dynasty and Handyong of the Northern Dynasty are incompatible, even if they have made peace in recent years, it is just that the people of the Northern Dynasty temporarily succumbed to the coercion of the peerless masters of the Southern Dynasty, and the 36th Department had to temporarily put away the appearance of their wolf ambitions.

In this case, how could there be two young Northern Dynasty masters with such a high martial arts realm who willingly followed a Southern Dynasty doctor as a guard? ”

Thinking of the graceful and benevolent female doctor she saw with her own eyes during the day, a trace of complexity flashed in the expression of the old embroidery lady Ning Po.

It seems that this Lord Xie Yilu from the Southern Dynasty is not simple."

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard this, and he asked:

"Master, if you don't belong to your subordinates, you will send a message to the young master and ask about the recent situation of Handyong in the Northern Dynasty?

Perhaps, the young master can ask for clues about these two strong martial arts people from the Northern Dynasty. ”

"Nope."

The old embroidery lady had a solemn expression.

She raised her hand to make a stop gesture, and then said word by word:

"The younger brother lurking in the Yuwen Department, the head of the thirty-six departments of Handyong, is equivalent to living under the snort of the 'lone wolf sword immortal', and he is already walking on thin ice.

Now he has to worry about the layout of the general trend of the whole world, don't let him be distracted. Not to mention"

Ning Po sighed and said:

"From now on, we must be more vigilant in the interrogation, but I am afraid that there is something wrong with our past letterheads."

The middle-aged man was shocked.

"Master, how can you see it?"

Ning Po shook her head with a smile and said, "With my current age and status in the embroidery workshop, it would have been good to do embroidery in the workshop, and I didn't have to go out to do some errands to make a living."

So do you know why I took the initiative to take the errand to measure the circumference of the female doctor today? ”

The middle-aged man hesitated:

"It's because the master wants to meet the woman who can write the style and broken sentences of our house."

"Not bad."

Ning Po nodded slowly.

"I recognized the pages of words sent by Qin Hao Baojia yesterday.

Although the writing is not perfect and fluent, it is really the style of writing in our house, and even the broken sentences and minor notations on it are the same - if I don't go and see it myself, how can I feel at ease? ”

The middle-aged man asked, "So master, what do you see?" ”

Speaking of this, Ning Po's expression was slightly intricate.

She shook her head and said, "That one, it doesn't leak." ”

"This master, should we really not believe and ask the young master? Or ask the 'nails' we arranged to be pierced in the Southern Dynasty.

In the early years, there were almost only a handful of people who wrote letters in the script of our house.

It's nothing more than those few people who may slip through, and somehow they were learned by this Southern Dynasty woman. ”

Ning Po frowned and said, "No, don't send any more letters in the near future, if there is something, I will send it in person with the messenger."

If there is a mistake in the letter, it will leak yourself, and it may not be leaked from us

In case it was really just the Southern Dynasty doctor, I didn't know if I accidentally read a certain text that was circulated by our clan. ”

Just after hearing the middle-aged man mention the "nails" of the Southern Dynasty, the old embroidery lady suddenly moved her eyebrows slightly, sighed and said:

"My little brother ordered you to pass the word this time, did you tell him about his brother's recent situation?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and his face was embarrassed:

Master, the young master said that the king of the eight counties is still in 'that place', it has been almost two years, and the king of the eight counties has refused to even take a step out of the mountain gate. So. They still couldn't contact the king of the eight counties. ”

Ning Po was also silent.

After a long moment, she let out a long sigh.

"In the past few years, Ayi has grown up, and she has also taken over a lot of the courage on my shoulders.

But in the end, I'm still younger, and my heart has changed a little after encountering those things.

Although he undoubtedly missed it, he put Ah Yu on top of the chess game back then, which hurt Ah Yu's heart. His brother was afraid he wouldn't forgive him. ”

The middle-aged man paused, hesitated and comforted his master:

"After all, the king of the eight counties and the young master, the little king of the county, are brothers whose blood is thicker than water, presumably after a long time, the king of the eight counties will slowly let go.

…… The king of the eight counties will not really cut off contact with the little county king completely for the sake of outsiders, so don't worry, master. ”