There is a way of blessing and unparalleled blessing, and disaster is not a single line.

Not long after Zhu Yi left, another uninvited guest was ushered in on the terrace. And Zhao Wu'an didn't even have time to finish the only half of the tea left in front of him.

The man appeared extremely suddenly, as if a transparent curtain that had originally blocked Zhao Wu'an had been lifted away at once, and even with Zhao Wu'an's ears, he couldn't hear his footsteps.

The man who suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs was dressed in a strong suit, wearing a fox mask, his body was strong and slender, menacing, but there was no blade in his hand.

Zhao Wu'an took a moment to recall the people he had seen in the lobby last night and this morning, and made sure that none of them were wearing masks. However, there are many people who are similar to this person, the most obvious of which are the three dart masters of a wealthy merchant in Bianliang, and their figures are almost exactly the same as this person.

Since he came wearing a mask, he must have been unwilling to let Zhao Wu'an guess who he was. However, deliberately wearing tight clothes is a bit of a suspicion of overconfidence.

Although he couldn't guess the appearance, Zhao Wu'an was very familiar with this fox mask.

The man stood quietly at the top of the stairs for half a pillar of incense, and Zhao Wu'an did not hurry to drink the last few drops of tea in the cup, then wiped the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, put down the cup, and then said lazily: "How long have you been with me?"

"Soon, two days. The man in the fox mask said.

"In other words, you were already in this inn. Zhao Wu'an said.

"Yes. I was ordered by Yuwen Guogong to wait here, saying that I expected that the prince would enter Bianliang from Luzhou. ”

"I'm not a child. Zhao Wu'an lifted the Luoshen sword box placed at his feet, put it behind his back again, and stood up.

The masked man suddenly retracted his right foot, knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed his head and said sincerely: "Your Royal Highness, the major event has been completed for nearly ten years, and the Duke of Yuwen Guo guarantees that as long as the prince returns to the country now, the entire leaf making will be sent by the prince!"

"Yuwen Lonely is just trying to take advantage of my similar face to Garan. Jialan An Xulie has been dead for more than ten years, what is his reputation in these two dynasties, isn't it clear in Yuwen Guhang's heart?" Zhao Wu'an said unhappily.

The man buried his head lower, and his voice was low but hard as iron.

"What Childe wants to do, he doesn't care about right and wrong, and helps with all his might, which is already the biggest promise a country can give. And the only thing we want is that after the thing is done, Childe can ......"

"Don't say it. Zhao Wu'an interrupted the man lightly.

The man, who was trying his best to persuade him, was suddenly stunned and knelt on the spot in a daze.

"I'm not going to have anything to do with leaf making anymore, I'm serious. Zhao Wu'an said lightly.

He walked around the half-kneeling man calmly, walked to the corridor, and tightly grasped the Roselle sword box strap hanging from his body with one hand.

"It is an indisputable fact that the closer I get to the center of this country, the easier it is for my identity to be revealed. In the past ten years, even the Black Cloud Society couldn't find me, but now even Su Qinghe can easily touch my whereabouts. Do you think that the little emperor in Bianliang City is blind?"

At the last moment of walking down the stairs, Zhao Wu'an looked back indifferently, glanced at the vicissitudes of life standing on the top of the building, and was inevitably unbearable, and sighed: "Jialan An Xulie is dead after all, and it is Zhao Wu'an who is living in this world now." What Zhao Wu'an wants to do and what he doesn't do is his freedom. For example, now, he racked his brains just to find out the murderer who stole the directory. ”

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If you want to destroy Luo Yige, Zhao Wuan spared no effort, also because of two reasons.

First, Luo Yige is one of the two seventeen pavilions under the command of the Black Cloud Society, since the five poison gates have been pulled out in southern Xinjiang, it has already caused Xie Hui's vitality to be greatly damaged, it is better to make persistent efforts, and the next city in these two Zhejiang provinces can be regarded as a breath of evil for the Tianxian Sect in Hangzhou back then. Second, after all, he and Duan Hunttian are also half brothers who met in the rivers and lakes, Zhao Wuan may be affectionate, but he can often remember the things he promised to others very deeply. If he really caught the Lord of Luo Yi Pavilion, he might let Duan Hunttian come and execute him personally.

Originally, I wanted to go around to the inn lobby and find Su Qinghe to talk about Yang Xie again. Since she can escape with all her money, she is probably inseparable from this matter. Zhao Wu'an only suspected that a woman could quietly stun the prime of life and catch fast.

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the second floor, he ran into another dispute.

The location of the dispute was in front of the T-shaped house where Su Qinghe lived yesterday, and one of the parties to the dispute was the unlucky person who was stunned last night.

After sleeping for half a night, this catcher seems to be in good spirits now, and he still has time to pull others to quarrel about something. The man he pulled was also quite unusual, sitting in a wheelchair. After a closer look, I found that his legs had been thinned to the point of being inhuman, and there was a look of exhaustion and pain on his face.

"Tell me what's going on!" the catcher asked, pointing to his nose and saying aloud, with a bit of unsavory taste.

The man in the wheelchair sighed helplessly: "This official, you are doing well, don't be embarrassed! Is this just a book, I saw that your leader also took a book to read, so I wanted to say that I would come and borrow a book......

Zhao Wu'an walked over without saying a word, stood opposite the catcher, and cast a few questioning looks.

The catchers here have obviously been beaten by Su Qinghe, and as soon as they saw Zhao Wu'an's posture in white clothes, their majesty immediately weakened by a few points. He pointed to the man in the wheelchair and said, "This is ...... This man came to the second floor to pick up the book. ”

"Get the book?" Zhao Wu'an wondered.

The man in the wheelchair covered his eyes sadly and sighed deeply.

As if he was afraid of angering Zhao Wu'an, Na Kuai hurriedly explained: "You don't know, in this inn, not every house has a bookcase, only rooms A to C have, so the price is a few points higher than that of ordinary rooms." According to the owner, when there are many people and full of people, they will often allow customers to borrow a few books from each other to read, as long as they can leave all the books before leaving. ”

Zhao Wu'an listened and nodded, which is not difficult to understand.

After all, this Qincheng Inn is quite close to the national capital Bianliang, and most of the people who come and go on the road are rich and noble families or talented people with poetry and books. Putting a bookcase in the house can be regarded as catering to the appetite of these travelers, but this inn on the edge of the official road does not have the financial resources to fill each room with miscellaneous books after all, and it is not impossible to take a compromise.

The man in the wheelchair said helplessly: "Obviously, someone has been allowed to move in, but he still refuses to let people go." In the original was scheduled to go out to Bianliang today, go out lightly, this in vain for a long time, really have nothing to do, bored panic, I heard that this Luzhou story is quite tasteful, I thought about borrowing a few books to read, but also got the boss's consent......"

"Why do you have to come here if you don't go to so many houses?" asked Na Kuai, pointing to his nose. After pointing out, when he saw that Zhao Wu'an was still on the side, he was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his hand again.

Zhao Wu'an looked at the man's legs and said lightly: "It's summer in Luzhou, the climate is humid, and living on the first floor will inevitably have pain in your legs and feet, and it will be difficult to sleep." And the height of the building is quite inconvenient for your wheelchair, so you live on the second floor?"

When the man in the wheelchair heard Zhao Wu'an say this, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he nodded: "Yes, yes, that's the reason!"

"On the second floor, it stands to reason that the A-shaped room is where Su Qinghe lives and has been locked. Room B is unoccupied, and it can't be opened, so there is only this open room C for books. You wanted to take it and leave, but you didn't expect that the guard of this house is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, and it looks defenseless, in fact, several pairs of eyes are watching you. ”

"Yes, I didn't expect such a thing to happen......" The man in the wheelchair sighed, "The villain just took a few books, and didn't do anything, my lord Mingjian!"

Zhao Wu'an glanced at the C-shaped room a few times, his eyes stayed on the wide open window, and there was always a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

"What's your name?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

The man hurriedly said: "The villain Zeng Qi, a person from Luzhou, has agreed with Bianliang's relatives to inscribe a few calligraphy and paintings for others. ”

In the vast dossier, Zhao Wu'an did remember the name Zeng Qi. He lives at the top of the second floor, just one east and one west of Su Qinghe's A-shaped room, although Su Qinghe actually stayed in the T-shaped room all night last night, but Zeng Qi, who also lives on the second floor, should have been interrogated by Su Qinghe at the beginning of last night.

Although physically disabled, Zeng Qi has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and he is quite talented, claiming to be a well-known person in Luzhou now, and it is not surprising that he was invited by relatives to Bianliang to inscribe.

Although in Zhao Wu'an's opinion, this reason is inexplicably strange, but after all, he is in the inn, and the news is limited, so there is no way to explore the authenticity. Taking a step back, even if Zeng Qi's identity can be found out, the best time to catch the murderer must have already passed.

"Search. Zhao Wu'an said simply, "You can prove your innocence." ”

Zeng Qi was stunned when he heard this, and his already sad face turned a little bluer.

Behind Zhao Wu'an, the catcher immediately showed a villainous face: "Yes, search your body! The ghost knows if you are hiding something!"

Zeng Qi lowered his head, sighed heavily, raised his hands in resignation, and said, "Okay, you can search for it." Just don't ...... Don't hurt your duty as a reader. ”

"It's all men, what's the twist and pinch!" "That catcher is obviously a straightforward man, and he is very unhappy with Zeng Qi's attitude as a scholar.

Now that he had decided to search his body, Zhao Wu'an no longer cared about the dispute between the two, and stepped into the C-shaped room again.

Su Qinghe's subordinates did keep the scene well in shifts, everything was still the same as in the morning, there were still a few books scattered under the windowsill, and the lime powder was still in its original state, it seemed that Zeng Qi had indeed just borrowed a few books carefully.

Zhao Wu'an stopped in front of the bookcase for a long time and frowned.

The bookcase was not stuffed properly, and now several more have fallen to the ground, so naturally it doesn't look so crowded. Zhao Wu'an's gaze swept over the spine of countless books one by one, and all the stitches in navy blue were in the eyes.

Just as he was feeling that he had realized something, an exclamation suddenly came from downstairs outside the window.