Under the bed board is a kang.

After all, he is a wealthy family, and the craftsmen who make this kang are also finer, unlike ordinary people who use plaster and stone slabs, his kang noodles are green bricks that are paved very smoothly.

The surface of this green brick has also been finely polished, with mirror-like brilliance, and even some jade-like brilliance.

His palm landed flat on one of the green bricks, and then slowly and carefully lifted it up, without the slightest sound, nor the slightest fluctuation of true yuan aura, but this green brick was firmly attached to his palm and was sucked up.

On the back of the green brick, there are some thin needles.

These needles seem to be very similar to the flying needles used by practitioners, and there are faint holes at the tips of the needles, but there are no holes at the end to direct the flow of air.

His left hand ran over the back of the brick, tucked all the needles into his sleeve, then put the brick down, then put it on the bed board and continued to sleep.

As usual, snoring quickly erupted in this bedroom.

Nothing seems to have changed.

In the early morning of the second day, Wang Xianrui got up at about the same time as usual, went to the next alley to ask for a bowl of bean curd, walked half a street with the bean curd, bought a fried oil cake, and then ate it with satisfaction.

After eating the bean curd with the oil cake and returning the bowl of the bean curd shop, he slowly paced into the Dongjiang Medical Pavilion.

Although an official like him has long been outside the real magnates of the Southern Dynasty, and the official rank is not considered to be in the stream, but in the Dongjiang Medical Pavilion, he is at least the official with the highest rank, not only has a separate hall for summoning physicians to meet, but even in several library buildings, there are separate study rooms.

He is usually kind to people, even if some doctors make mistakes, he rarely blushes, so the little officials at the bottom are also respectful and polite to him, I heard that he is going to use the study room on the first floor of the library today, and a small official sent some good agarwood to light the stove and smoke it.

This is also a small profit that the medical cabinet is not enough for outsiders, some things are used for drug testing, but there will be more margin when applying for the top, and if the drug test is successful, it will often come out.

This kind of excellent agarwood is often out of stock in Jiankang City, all of which are weighed by the gram with a small scale, and the price is also amazing, which is not a small expense for some celebrities, but it can at least have a surplus of a few taels every year in the medical pavilion.

Wang Xianrui thanked the little official, entered the study and closed the door, but sighed quietly.

He was sure that this peaceful good day was over.

When he came along the way today, he saw two more strangers, and the few strangers he had seen twice before all appeared in his sight without exception.

And these people give him a very different feeling than before.

If they were just quietly observing him before, the attitude of those people today seems to be almost the same as those fishermen waiting to collect their nets.

So when it came time to do something.

An old bookcase against the wall was gently removed by him.

There were two ordinary wooden planks pressed under the old bookcase, but when they were removed, a secret passage appeared on this side.

It's not so much a secret passage as a simple hole in the ground.

Wang Xianrui was a little emotional.

He has always felt that he has some slight persecution paranoia, and he always feels that danger will come quietly one day, so after arriving at this Dongjiang Medical Pavilion, he deliberately chose this old room as his study.

A few feet of digging under this study will lead to the sewage culvert of the medical hall.

Some of the drug residues in the medical hall are toxic, especially the sewage in the process of testing some drugs cannot be discharged at will, so this culvert is built wide, and there are several sedimentation ponds inside, and the final discharged water will not be connected to the ditch in the city, but will lead to the hills and depressions behind the medical hall.

The people in the hospital planted several kinds of dry lotus in that depression, and those dry lotus are very sensitive to toxicity, if the discharged sewage still contains some toxicity, those dry lotus will die, and the people in the hospital will be alert and deal with it immediately.

Such a secret passage to the mountain behind the medical hall is just what Wang Xianrui usually does secretly when he is bored, but who would have thought that this kind of conjecture would really come in handy today?

Because he was sure that he would not return here, and it would be difficult to return to Luzhou City in the future, and he didn't want those little officials who were usually good to him to fall into a mysterious case, so he didn't think about covering up this hole.

He took a deep breath, tried to tuck his stomach in, made sure his body could pass through the hole, and then held his breath and jumped off.

......

The mountain behind the medical hall is very quiet, and some old willows with different postures have grown for many years, tall as pines, and surround a stone lotus pond.

In this lotus pond, there is a kind of dry lotus that is still in bloom, dotted with small golden flowers dotted with a pool of turquoise.

When Wang Xianrui quietly came out of the corner of the lotus pond, he had already changed into clothes.

I don't know what means were used, his face became sallow, and his cheeks seemed to be thinner, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be a little drooping, but these changes made him seem to be a different person, even those who were usually familiar with him, I am afraid that they would not recognize him for a while.

Because he was sure that no one would come to this back mountain lotus pond to check at this time, he walked very calmly. As with his usual walk, he paced out of the back mountain, but instead of trying to leave Luzhou directly, he walked towards the streets and alleys where he had come before.

No one pays attention to the strange faces in these streets and alleys like he does, especially those strangers who are not familiar with the people in these streets and alleys at all.

He walked to a liquor store not far from his residence.

There was a new guy in the shop, and it was the stranger who had appeared in his sight the most these days.

The liquor store doesn't do business in the morning, so at this point, the new guy is usually supposed to clean some jars of wine in the backyard.

In the backyard of the liquor store was a tailor's shop.

The bottom façade was full of cloth and garments, and upstairs was where the tailor was working, and there was a bedroom inside.

The tailor's surname was Yang, and he was usually very familiar with him, and most of his clothes came from the hands of this tailor, who happened to be out with her wife these days, so the building was empty.

Wang Xianrui entered this tailor's shop very casually, this shop was obviously locked, but he reached over and the door opened.

He went upstairs, his obviously fat body, but he was lighter than a tanuki, and he didn't make a sound.

He stood still at the table where the tailor usually worked, and his face was slanted to look out, and through the crack in the lattice he saw the new man brushing the jar as hard as he had done the other day.

The time was about right, and he didn't want to wait long.

Before leaving Luzhou, he had to figure out who the master behind these strangers was.

He reached out and tried to push open the window beside him.

However, the moment his fingers almost touched the window, he paused abruptly.

A carriage stopped in front of the liquor shop, which had not done business in the morning, and a stranger whom he had certainly not seen came out of the carriage and entered the liquor shop.

This is a practitioner.

Just look at the calm meaning of walking, you can be sure.

This cultivator was wearing a very ordinary green shirt, and his face looked very young.

His expression was very gentle, and he walked directly to the guy who was still brushing the wine jar, and then bowed his head slightly and spoke softly.

Even though he spoke softly, Wang Xianrui still heard it clearly.

"My lord wants to meet with you, Lord Hong, to talk about something. ”

Wang Xianrui's fingers froze.

The guy who was still working hard to scrub the wine jar also froze his fingers, and then after a few breaths of silence, he put down what he was holding, stood up, and said, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

"You don't need to understand too much. ”

The green-shirted cultivator said calmly, "You just need to know that we know that your interest lies in that medical officer, and we know where you come from, and we know that if you succeed, you will hand this person over to your Lord Hong Jinhong. We don't know where he is now, but if we do deal with you, we should be able to find out soon. It's just like that... You are all going to die, my lord is not willing to do that, he has something to talk to Lord Hong, you just need to bring this message to Lord Hong, to make a decision, and it is not for you to decide. ”

The guy with his back to Wang Xianrui was silent for a moment and said, "Who are you?"

The corner of the green-shirted cultivator's mouth revealed a hint of mockery, and said, "When you see it, you will naturally know, and... If you can know all these actions of your Lord Hong Jin, do you have to put it bluntly? Which families in the Southern Dynasty can do it?"

Wang Xianrui's heart shook slightly, although it was only these short conversations, but he had already received many answers.

These cultivators who were first interested in themselves should not belong to the Southern Dynasty, not the Southern Dynasty, that is, the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The one who can discover the whereabouts of some of the fine works of the Northern Wei Dynasty so quickly, and who can have such a tone of voice, is either the Xiao family or the Chen family.

"If you agree to an interview, where will you meet?" the guy with his back to Wang Xianrui was silent for a moment, and then asked.

The green-shirted cultivator smiled and said, "Little Fengqiao." ”

The man stopped talking, nodded, and walked out of the liquor shop.

Wang Xianrui still maintained the posture of reaching out to push the window, motionless.

He was thinking about whether he should go to Xiaofeng Bridge to have a look.

Xiaofeng Bridge is in the north of this Luzhou city, there is a water market, very lively, not only there are many people and many merchants, but also boats everywhere, the waterway extends in all directions.

This green-shirted cultivator directly named and met there, which had two meanings, one was to show that his side did not want to set up an ambush, first explain the place, and then let them investigate, and the other meaning was that even if there was a change, it would be easier for these Northern Wei Dynasty cultivators to escape, and there were many people in the city, and it was impossible for the Southern Dynasty cultivators to kill on a large scale.

It's just that this kind of atmosphere can only make him sure that it must be the door valves of the Xiao family and the Chen family.

So a small person like himself, do you really have to figure out who is interested in him and what to do?

(Tomorrow there is no need to rush and rush, the update will be normal, and then everyone communicates, Wang Xianrui, what secrets do you want him to have, what kind of capable person is this?) If your ideas are new and better than I thought, I may be able to adjust them, and finally write it out and whose guess is similar, then I will give a big gift.) ）

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