Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 1565 Explains that the other party hides deeply
Chapter 1566 Explains that the other party hides deeply
Returning to the room with the letter, Liu Wei unfolded it and read the contents.

There is only one sentence in it-tomorrow at noon, there will be a porridge shop opposite the Vientiane Pavilion.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

If they had known that the other party would look for them, why would they bother wandering outside all day.

Liu Wei put the letter on the table and looked at Rong Leng.

After a day of shopping today, Rong Leng already had a general understanding of the road layout near the west city of Laicheng County. He stared at the word Wanxiangguan for a moment and recalled it, then raised his head and said, "Next to Taili Bookstore."

Liu Wei went downstairs to find the shopkeeper to inquire, and came back after a quarter of an hour.

This Vientiane Hall is similar to a bookstore, but it is not like a bookstore that only sells books. They will also publish some more expensive scriptures and classics for students who are cash-strapped to copy in the library. According to Liu Wei’s opinion, it’s a bit Like a modern library, but not as formal as a library, it can only be regarded as a convenience for poor students who are dedicated to learning.

The vicinity of Bayangfang is either a bookstore or a literary and ink shop. That street is usually visited by the most literati. This small Laicheng County has become a top imperial scholar. The Prime Minister of the State has paid special attention to his studies for decades. As for education, I just hope that one day there will be another big shot, who can bring some blessings to my hometown.

The other party chose to meet at the Vientiane Pavilion, is it a coincidence or intentional?
Whether it is the "Diamond Sutra" or the "Gewu Poetry Book", they are all related to books, and the other party seems to be a literati?

Full of doubts, Liu Wei discussed with Rong Leng for a while.

Rong Leng's opinion is different from Liu Wei's: "The guards have been here for a month, and after many twists and turns, there is no clue. You and I have only been here half a day, and someone came to the door in person. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Certainly not a coincidence.

When you come out of the palace, it is considered overkill to check the trivial matters in remote villages, but a whole team of people has achieved nothing in a month. What does this mean? The people who descended to the palace played with the applause.

The other party quickly discovered their whereabouts and came to the door in person. What does this mean? It means that the other party can detect their route, know when they entered the city, and which store they stayed at.

But along the way, they didn't find that they were being followed.

Rong Leng's eyesight was very sharp, his eyebrows were fixed on the small piece of letter paper, after a moment, he picked it up again and spread it in front of Liu Wei.

Liu Wei stared at that line of writing and read it again, this time, her expression changed.

"The shopkeeper said that the person who wrote the letter was a child, not a teenager, nor a young man. The shopkeeper is not confused, and he counted a child as a child in his teens, and he was only in his teens. A child in his teens can write well. It takes seven or eight years to practice regular script."

Laicheng County belongs to the western Xinjiang, the place is remote, and the folk customs are simple. In the capital city full of flowers, it is of course very easy to raise a child who is ten years old and can produce flowers. All you need is to buy paper and ink with good money, and study hard every day. , I don’t feel sorry for the pen and paper. After a few years of hard work, I can achieve something small.

But in the barren and desolate frontier, it is difficult to do this. Most people have to count the rice grains and pour them down when they eat and stir-fry. How can they have so much spare money to raise a learned child?
So now the situation has become very contradictory. First of all, the other party is indeed a literati. Only a child from a farming and studying family and a scholarly family can write such a good handwriting that is considered a masterpiece under the influence of his ears and eyes since childhood.

Secondly, the other party is not an ordinary literati, most of the literati are ignorant of the world, or simple and honest, but this time the person they are facing can turn around the people from the palace of your descendant, and when they look back, they can accurately confirm their whereabouts.

It is not surprising that the two forms are separated, but together, they are very subtle.

Rong Leng is not at ease about tomorrow's trip, he is good at conspiracy theories, he is afraid that this is a trap.

But Liu Wei planned to take a gamble: "Since the other party sent a boy, I think it will make us feel at ease. Maybe the other party really just wants to see us?"

Rong Leng frowned, and didn't let go easily, but there are indeed many secrets in this city, which they didn't expect before they came.

the next day.

Before noon, Liu Wei and Rong Leng arrived at the porridge shop opposite the Wanxiang Pavilion. The owner was a simple and honest young man. They ordered two bowls of porridge and two plates of steamed buns. Also sent two more vegetarian buns.

Rong Ling looked up at him.

The boss bared his teeth with a big smile: "You two young masters are from other places. Our county town is small, so it's rare for outsiders to come here. These are worthless. You guys eat, eat, and come to play next time."

Liu Wei thanked her with a smile. While drinking porridge, she stared intently at the Vientiane Hall across the street. From time to time, she could see Mr. Yang from Taili Bookstore holding a book of Chinese stories with great interest.

From the second quarter of the clock to the second quarter of the noon, the porridge was finished, and the steamed buns were almost eaten, but no one appeared.

Liu Wei couldn't help frowning, and glanced at Rong Leng.

Rong Ling lowered his eyes, finally raised his hand, and signaled to the guards hiding nearby to retreat.

Liu Wei lowered her voice and said, "If it's because they didn't show up, I'm really curious, is the other party so smart?"

"Guests, do you want anything to eat?" The porridge shop owner put away the empty bowls on their table and asked while wiping the table.

They had been sitting here for too long, but the other party had reserved this position, and they couldn't leave at will, so Liu Wei had no choice but to order two more bowls of sweet potato soup.

The sweet soup was served quickly, Liu Wei was full just now, and now she can't drink it, but Rong Leng took two sips, it was too sweet, so she didn't move.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, the other party hadn't appeared yet. Liu Wei couldn't sit still, so she finally picked up the soup bowl and took a big gulp.

After half a sip, the bottom of the bowl became clear. Liu Wei didn't care at all, but suddenly she looked to the left, and she froze for a moment.

They drank all the sweet soup in two mouthfuls. Sure enough, there was a word engraved on the bottom of the bowl, which read, enter Taili Bookstore.

Liu Wei and Rong Leng looked at each other, Rong Leng frowned and called the store owner.

When the shopkeeper came over, he still had the same grinning look. Seeing them put the empty bowls in front of his eyes, the shopkeeper just stooped to put the bowls away, and looked up at the bookstore opposite. He still had the same simple and honest appearance: "You two will know if you go."

It really is a gang.

Rong Leng's face was sullen, but Liu Wei laughed, and said in a good-tempered manner: "It's like a spy joint."

The shopkeeper looked at her suspiciously, as if he didn't understand the meaning of "secret agent".

Liu Wei didn't answer her doubts, put a piece of broken silver, and entered the Taili Bookstore together with Rong Leng.

Mr. Yang from the bookstore was still as old-fashioned as ever. When he saw them coming, he didn't get up, so he raised his chin and let them take the books on the counter by themselves.

It was the Lotus Sutra.

(End of this chapter)