Wei Shu

Chapter 119 The Messenger
This time, Ali had nothing to say, he could only answer "yes" feebly.

The study room fell silent, only the sound of pages turning was mixed in the drizzle, adding to the loneliness.

Under the banana tree by the rear window of the study, a black figure was crouching close to the tree.

The location of this person is very good, the shadow of the candle cast by the window does not reach his body, and his whole body almost melts into the night, and he can't make out his appearance at all, he can only vaguely see that he is a tall man , the movement is as light as a civet cat, and the martial arts are not bad.

The man was obviously eavesdropping, but unfortunately, the two masters and servants in the study didn't say a word, as if they were so worried that they didn't even have the strength to speak. The people here are still there.

After waiting for about half a moment, seeing that there was no useful news to be heard, the man under the banana leaf straightened up slightly, bowed his waist and stepped back a few steps, until he left the area covered by the banana tree, he finally regained his shape With a flash, he disappeared into the night rain.

After a few breaths, a shrill bird cry suddenly came from a distance, it sounded like the mourning of a night owl.

"Let's go." Ali turned his head and glanced at the rear window, and said in a very low voice.

The night owl's cry was a signal, indicating that the eavesdropper had left.

Goode raised his chin at Ali, and the latter understood, picked up a cup of tea, got up and walked to the rear window, opened the window sash and pretended to pour tea out, and looked around.

The rain was like fog, and the ground around the window base was empty.

Ali breathed a sigh of relief, kept the window wide open, returned to the case with an empty tea cup in his hand, and said with a relaxed face, "Master, I'm really gone."

He curled his lips, and said with some disdain: "Tch, I will eavesdrop, how many times I have eavesdropped. Tomorrow there may be another feast of slaughtering chickens and geese."

Having said that, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva in a low voice, and took a peek at Goode.

When Gilles is in a good mood, she will order the kitchen to cook chickens and ducks, and feast on them, but she is reluctant to eat cattle and sheep, unless she pays for her work.

Goode dropped the so-called "ledger" with a "snap" and leaned back on the chair, but his face was not as happy as Ali's.

Seeing this, Ali also put away his smile, and walked over to tidy up the messy paper books on the case.

These are not account books at all, but miscellaneous books found at random, only covered with an account book shell, specially used to confuse the lady on the other side.

The Da Furen planted eyeliner around them, and they knew it all along, and never revealed it.

This is also the way of defending against the enemy that Goode learned from Mr. Wu from the Song Dynasty.

Knowing that someone is an eyeliner and not removing it, and sometimes assigning some important errands to the other party, so that the other party thinks that he is safe, this is "slow hand" in the art of war.

This move can firstly paralyze the opponent and prevent them from making more moves; secondly, open chess is easier to control than dark chess; military.

The person who was hiding outside and eavesdropping just now was a guard next to Goode.

Good knew early in the morning that he had been bribed by Gilles, so he and Ali deliberately acted for him.All things such as debts, smuggling of slaves, selling property to collect money, etc. were all revealed to him by Gude on purpose, and this man really did his duty, and reported the false news to Gilles in [-]. Only then did the so-called "interception of human slaves trade" happen.

That deal was nothing at all, but Gilles was dazzled by the smell of money, and took the bait in one bite.

When doing this game, Goode was calm, without a trace of guilt.

Da Furen has always regarded him as an enemy, and he is the same. They have been fighting each other for many years, and naturally they have sent many secret agents or spies to each other. You are among me, and I am among you. It is a chaotic game.

At this moment, listening to Ali's rustling of packing things, Goode closed his eyes slightly, subconsciously tapped his fingers on the desk, and his mind kept thinking.

He felt as if he were in a mist, and everything was only a vague outline, and he had no chips at hand to order people to clear the mist, nor did he have enough information to make him see the whole situation.

There is still some anxiety, but it doesn't stop there.Emotions like anger or aggrieved are still far away from him.

Any bastard who grew up in a noble family, and is the eldest son, will understand at an early age that resentment, grievance, complaint, or sadness, etc., are of no use other than to please others.

Goode also learned to control his emotions after suffering countless losses, and learned to hide it.

It's just that this kind of depression is still too heavy for him. The once bright boy has also been worn down into the gloomy man he is now.

Goode let out a low laugh, opened his eyes, took out a folded page from his arms, and opened it for a few glances.

The handwriting on the paper can be called ugly, but the words are extremely precise, not missing a single point that should be explained, and not mentioning a word that should not be said.

After reading the few lines of words several times, Goode moved the candlestick and moved the corner of the paper over.

The flames devoured the paper bit by bit, and a few pieces of black ash fell on the desk.

This is a letter from Akis to Goode.

When Lian Er took the initiative to find Ali, Gu De thought that the little Song slave was here to beg him for help. At that time, he was still wondering if this was what Song people called "self-inflicted trap".

But to his surprise, Lian'er managed to survive in such a way.

"Lian'er is my messenger, and the news and communications are all on her body, very earnestly."

This is the first sentence written in Akis's letter.

This is clearly telling Gu De that Lian Er must live.

Just a short sentence, bossy, when Goode read it for the first time, he almost thought it was Mangtai who gave him the order.And after thinking about it, he didn't feel angry, only a sense of helplessness.

He really didn't dare to gamble with such a charlatan killer who never saw his head or tail. After all, no one could guarantee that Aqisi would have a sudden whim one day and send a letter to Mangtai.

Goode can't afford this risk.

And the price offered by Akis in the letter was indeed too high to be rejected. For example, she wrote in the second sentence:
"Nobility is your wish; escape is my wish. If you help me, I can avoid your troubles."

At that time, Gu De was quite amazed that a martial artist in the rivers and lakes could write letters so elegantly.It's a pity that Aqisi is not good at writing bronze inscriptions yet, this letter is written in Song inscriptions.She seemed to expect Gude to understand it, and Gude did understand it, and it was a big surprise.

Akis made it clear that she wanted to make a mutually beneficial deal with him, but now it seems that things are going as she expected, Gilles was actually hooked like this, I have to say , Aqisi has a clear understanding of people's hearts, and he really lives up to the name of a master in Hidden Sword Villa.

(End of this chapter)