The lucky little prince's doting wife

The army assembled overnight and marched out of the city in broad daylight, which made the atmosphere in Wuzhou tense again. But the people of Wuzhou were also thankful that the army was leaving the city, which meant they were going to fight others, not others coming to fight them.

The people of Wuzhou, who just experienced an earthquake, really don't want to experience war again. The common people want to live a stable life, and no one can find fault with that. The rise and fall of a country is the responsibility of every citizen. Since the army is still there, it is not the turn of the common people to destroy their homes and families and risk their lives to live and die with the country.

Zheng Zuo and his eighth brother-in-law led their troops into the mountains. They wanted to meet up with his sixth brother-in-law who was already in Shenglong Village, and then try to go northwest to see if the rebels they had captured were telling the truth.

Zhang Yao did not go into the mountains, but he did not blame Young Master Lin for not assigning him any work. He almost broke his leg walking on the mountain road. Whether going into the mountains to look for people or to fight, Zhang Yao really could not do it.

That night, after seeing that Lin Deyi had finished drinking the medicine and left enough people to guard the Yuelai Inn, Young Master Lin took Zhang Yao to Wuzhou City.

Zhang Yao still didn't dare to talk to the eldest son. It wasn't until the eldest son took him into the former governor's mansion that Zhang Yao couldn't help but ask the eldest son: "Brother, what are we doing here?"

The eldest son: "Didn't they say that the Qing family was imprisoned here?"

Qingheng wanted to celebrate his mother's birthday and all his relatives and friends wanted to gather together, but what happened was that more than 300 relatives and friends were caught in one fell swoop.

There were too many people arrested and the prison in Wuzhou could not hold them all. Finally, Zheng Zuo took the initiative and locked them all up in the prefectural residence of Qingheng.

"Who are you going to interrogate?" Zhang Yao asked the eldest son, "Are you going to interrogate Qing Heng's sons?"

The eldest son waved his hand and said, "Where is Qingheng's study?"

Zhang Yao: "Oh, I know that. I'll take you there."

There was nothing wrong with Master Lin's men, but Zhou Zheng and others who followed Master Zhang were ashamed. Their young master was like a servant in front of Master Lin.

Qingheng's study was built in a bamboo forest. Except for the soldiers guarding the gate, this garden called Xiuzhu Garden was empty.

Zhang Yao took a glass-shaded lantern from the guard and pushed open the closed garden gate.

As the group walked into the bamboo garden, a strong wind blew, and the green bamboos in the garden rustled. Several large birds flapped their wings and flew out from the bamboo forest.

Zhang Yao was startled by the birds. Hearing their quacking, he looked up at the birds flying away and said, "Crows? You scared me."

"Let's go. Where is Qingheng's study?" The eldest son smiled and said to Zhang Yao.

The eldest son had heard that Zhang Heiyao's physique was the opposite of his personality. He looked scary, but his personality was such that people could scare him. The eldest son just didn't expect that a few crows could scare Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao looked around the group of people and it seemed that he was the only one making a fuss. Young Master Zhang himself felt embarrassed. Did he make a fool of himself in front of Young Master Lin again?

"Today, the moon is very nice today," Master Zhang said in order to hide his embarrassment.

The moon tonight is big and round, and the moonlight pours down from the night sky like a layer of gauze, covering the entire courtyard.

"Well, the moonlight is nice tonight," the eldest son said with a smile.

So you want to talk about the moonlight? Zhang Yao regretted not having enough books when he needed them.

The study of Prefect Qing is a row of three rooms, with one wall covered with books. The items placed on the antique shelves are all fine pieces and each one is of great value.

The guards lit the candles in the study and opened the doors and windows for ventilation. The dampness in the study, which had been sealed for many days, slowly dissipated.

"What's that smell?" Zhang Yao covered his nose. The study didn't look dirty, but the smell was very bad.

"It smells moldy," the eldest son stood in front of the desk. Zhang Yao was puzzled. It had only been a few days, and Qing Heng's study was already moldy?

"The weather here is bad," the eldest son said again, picking up a book on the desk.

This summer in Wuzhou is hot and humid. People will sweat all over if they move a little. People who are not in good health may have difficulty breathing.

"We searched the study room," Zhang Yao whispered to the eldest son as he saw him flipping through a book. "Later, Wu Ge and Zheng Zuo came over to search again. All the papers with words on them were found."

The eldest son: "Yes, Zheng Zuo told me."

Zhang Yao asked: "What are you doing here, brother?"

Young Master Lin: "I just came to take a look."

The entire prefectural mansion was turned upside down by Zheng Zuo and his sixth brother-in-law. The eldest son didn't think that if he searched again, he would find out something.

"Zheng Zuo has shaken out all the books in this room one by one," Zhang Yao added, "There is nothing stuck in the books. Oh, by the way, when we first came here, the braziers in Qingheng's study were full of ashes. The old man burned all the letters that could be burned."

They have not been able to find any valuable information from Qing Heng, and this is one of the main reasons. Another main reason is that Qing Heng is dead, and they cannot get a confession from Qing Heng.

"This is a travelogue," the eldest son suddenly said.

Zhang Yao: "Huh?"

The eldest son: "This book in my hand."

Zhang Yao: "This old guy is quite leisurely and carefree."

The eldest son was flipping through the travel notes, which introduced various places in Jiangxi. There were two chapters in the book that Qingheng had read repeatedly. Because the paper of these two chapters was worn and the paper was repeatedly rubbed by fingers, it appeared thinner than the other pages of the book and the color was also darker.

"Go and interrogate Qingheng's sons and staff," the eldest son ordered.

Zhang Yao turned his head and looked. He didn't recognize any of the people who received the order, but seeing that they were all dressed as scholars, Zhang Yao guessed that they were the staff of the eldest son. Or, were they the staff of Lin Xianggong?

After receiving the order, these people were still standing in the study.

Seeing that Zhang Yao didn't say anything, the eldest son asked, "Where are the people from the Qing family imprisoned?"

"Oh," Zhang Yao finally realized what was happening and said quickly, "I'll take them there."

The eldest son wanted to say that you can let the guards lead the way, but seeing Zhang Yao standing in front of him with his back bent, the eldest son nodded to Zhang Yao and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"I didn't do anything, so it's not hard," Zhang Yao strode out of the study.

Seeing Zhang Yao running away, Master Lin touched his face. Did he look scary now? Why did he scare Zhang Yao so much?
With a sneer, the eldest son lowered his head to look at the travel notes in his hand. There were two articles that Qingheng read repeatedly, one was about Shenglong Ridge, and the other was about Hutou Mountain.

The eldest son's eyes stopped at the three words "Hutou Mountain". Qing Heng was interested in Shenglong Ridge because there were Wei Lin and Shenglong Village in Shenglong Ridge. So what about Hutou Mountain? What was there that interested Qing Heng?

Turning over the opening page of Hutou Mountain, on the blank space of the third page, there is a line of tiny regular script written in English: eight hundred miles away from Wuzhou.

The eldest son pointed at the line of words. Hutou Mountain is eight hundred miles away from Wuzhou. Qing Heng cares so much about Hutou Mountain. Could it be that half of Wei Shengwen’s private army is still hiding in Hutou Mountain?
(Eight hundred li is 400 kilometers. For example, the straight-line distance between Nanjing and Shanghai is about 300 kilometers.) (End of this chapter)