"Dead?" Fang Tinglan raised his eyebrows.
"A lot of dead people!" The old beggar stretched his arms to measure the distance, "I can see one lying on the ground after a while, and one is still a little bit alive, and the eyes have not yet rolled up. I leaned over and took a look at the lamp. What a girl! She's not very old, and her mouth is bleeding all the time, and she can tell at a glance that she can't be saved."
"Is it a robbery?"
The old beggar waved his hands again and again: "No, sir, you must have come here not long ago, our place is chaotic! It was even more chaotic eight years ago!" He sniffed again, stretched his thumb back, and faced the palace on the mountain behind him, "In order for the cripple to climb up, the executioners didn't stop working for a whole month, and the blades on the guillotine didn't know how many sets were changed; these were only those who died on the surface, and those who were executed in private , maybe it can fill up a Reflecting River!"
Fang Tinglan's deeds of Abale have been pieced together in many people's chats. In Tisu Kingdom, the upper class dislikes Abale's background, the middle class hates Abale's methods, and the poor in the lower class are squeezed by the middle and upper classes. There is only one piece of human skin left, so it doesn't matter who sits on the throne; but outside of Tisu, people are much more in awe and fear of this amber king. The group of factions in Hongguo did not forget to send one or two chess pieces across the ocean to be Tisu's eyeliner. Fang Qianwei occasionally chatted with Beimo businessmen in Chijin City, and they would say, "If Amber Wang frowned, and all the ships of Beimo Babu Federation had to go around the route."
A tyrant, and a tyrant with artifice at that.
Fang Tinglan originally thought it was just a chat to pass the time, but now he was really aroused by the story of the old beggar. He asked, "Do you think those dead people were killed by others?"
"Of course," the old beggar said firmly, "the girl had a huge hole in her chest, and the other dead people either had their necks broken or their arms were missing. If I hadn't seen too many executions by Niutouyan, I would have fainted from fright. "
"You just said your dog saved your life, what happened?"
"I'm going to talk about it soon, young man, don't worry," the old beggar changed his posture, and continued, "Of course I want to go home quickly, otherwise the magistrate will see it tomorrow, and maybe I will die." It was all on my head. Just as I was about to leave, someone came over from the other side of the hillside. I was terrified, and there was no place to hide in this ghost place. I had no choice but to let my dog bite I turned on the light and said to it, "Luto, if you are a good dog, run away!" As for it, it seemed to really understand what I said, biting the light and ran to the other side, the people on the other side of the hillside heard When there was a movement, someone yelled 'Go and have a look', and they ran after my dog, and I took the opportunity to run home."
"The dog didn't come back?"
"Didn't come back!" The old man sighed straight away, "The boys who went to herd the next day saw a pile of dead bodies, so they went to report to the sheriff, and they came to ask me, and I said I didn't know—because I really didn't know , Those who died were all from Dongzhou, so what does it have to do with me?"
"What did you say?" Fang Tinglan was taken aback.
"I said it has nothing to do with me. I am an honest and responsible little farmer. My wife is dead, and my dishonest son is also dead. The world is difficult, and the old and dishonest will die. I am a beggar, day after day... "
"I didn't mean that," Fang Tinglan interrupted the old beggar when he saw that he was talking endlessly, "You just said that all the dead were from Dongzhou?"
The old man sized Fang Tinglan up a few times. For the sake of convenience, the man had already changed into the clothes of the Southern Territory. He had a straight nose and deep eyebrows. If it wasn't for the black hair and black pupils, it would be difficult to tell his identity. The beggar looked at the exquisite dark lines on Fang Tinglan's expensive clothes and muttered, but he still couldn't help but replied, "Well, there are about a dozen people from Dongzhou who were all beaten to death."
"Then do you remember their characteristics?" Fang Tinglan asked.
"This..." The old beggar hesitated, Fang Tinglan had already bent down, and put a silver coin in front of him, "Thank you for talking so much, buy a glass of water to moisten your mouth."
When the old beggar saw the money, his eyes blurred by eye mucus and blindness suddenly lit up. He picked up the silver coin and put it on his teeth, biting it again and then muttering: "It was too dark that day, I couldn't see anything clearly." of."
"Just think about it, and say a little bit."
The old man looked at the money and suddenly became vigilant: "What do you want to know about this?"
"I'm a writer in Dongzhou, and I wrote story books for my study." Fang Tinglan didn't even pause for breath, "A dozen Dongzhou people who died in a foreign land are good subjects."
"Hey, those of you who can read are rich," the old man laughed a few times, put the coins in his pocket, and pretended to be trying to remember, "Characteristics, what characteristics can Dongzhou people have... ah, some have Yes! There are a few dead people with knives in their hands, all of which are covered with blood! There is also that woman with a scarf around her neck. Now that I think about it... that should not be a scarf, it is used to cover her face."
"... Assassin." Fang Tinglan said. His voice was low, as if speaking to himself.
"what did you say?"
"I said thank you for your story, and I will arrange a good role for you in the story book." Fang Tinglan smiled. He straightened up, and on the other side of the stone street, Qin Weiyu was rushing towards him.
Will the dozen or so Dongzhou assassins who died tragically in Niutouyan have any connection with Shang Weiji, who has not been heard from? Fang Tinglan intuited that the old beggar might have bumped into a big event back then, but if he wanted to know more about the situation, he couldn't find anything from such an old man.
It seems that I still need to know a few more Tisu people. He was planning all kinds of future plans in his mind, but there was a slightly innocent smile on the corner of his mouth when he saw his old friend: "Weiyu."
"Sorry, I'm late because of the delay." Qin Weiyu trotted to Fang Tinglan in the last few steps. He glanced at the beggar next to him, "What were you talking about just now?"
"Talk about his dog." Fang Tinglan said.
"Dog?" Qin Weiyu was at a loss. Fortunately, he was only stunned for a while, and then he turned anxiously: "Don't talk about dogs or not. I can't stay long today. I asked you about the news before, but it caused trouble. The vigilance of some people, this time I tried a lot of ways to get rid of them."
"them?"
Qin Weiyu sneered, "Who else is there, my second brother. He is afraid that I will be dishonest here as a proton, so he tries to monitor me."
Qin Weiyu's second elder brother is the king of Liang. Fang Tinglan looked at the indifference in the other's eyes, and his heart trembled—I'm afraid that during the fireworks night, if he hadn't been honest enough to make a promise to Qin Weiyu and share the secret, maybe the other party really He will regard himself as another pawn for King Liang to test him.
Looking at it this way, the little boy's frightened and sobbing that day, as well as his ignorant look, were all for the purpose of coaxing himself to let go of his acting skills. After Fang Tinglan realized this, he was not angry, and even breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, everyone is playing games with masks on, who cares what expressions are under the masks. He also comforted the other party: "It's hard for you, just bear with it for another year."
"That's right, I've endured it for ten years, and it's okay for another year." Qin Weiyu smiled self-deprecatingly, and he stuffed something into Fang Tinglan's hands, "But at least I helped you."
"what is this?"
"Fei Yi's clue."
"You found it?" Fang Tinglan was surprised.
"It doesn't count," Qin Weiyu shook her head, "the address on the note lives in a viscount, who was a close servant of the Amber King ten years ago, if Fei Yi really came to Tisu, then if he and the Amber King If you meet, you will definitely pass the viscount's eyes. I can't help you there, so you have to find out by yourself."
"It's okay, you've helped me a lot."
Qin Weiyu smiled shyly. He looked around and said apologetically, "I have to go, otherwise if the time and schedule don't match, they will definitely be suspicious."
"Come on, when is the next time we meet?"
"Let me think about it..." Qin Weiyu beckoned his carriage to come over, "Next month. There will be a play in the theater next month called "The Silver Key by the Lake". I will book a box. See."
Fang Tinglan nodded in agreement, he watched Qin Weiyu get into the carriage, His Royal Highness Chen suddenly turned his head before closing the door, and looked at Fang Tinglan with complicated eyes: "Tinglan, I... can I trust you?"
"Of course. I will always stand by your side, since childhood, and in the future." Fang Tinglan promised with a smile.
Qin Weiyu held the corner of his mouth stiffly, and before he could bend a smile, the carriage door closed.
After Qin Weiyu left, Fang Tinglan opened the note in his hand. Qin Weiyu's notes were scribbled, like a few words jotted down in a hurry.
No. 9 Qipan Street, Chenming Palace.
Fang Tinglan put away the note and wanted to ask those intelligence dealers, but just as he reached the corner of the street, a chuckle suddenly came from beside him.
"Fang Qianwei."
The voice was playful, strange, and cold like a poisonous snake. Fang Tinglan looked aside, the stranger who called him leaned against the wall and whistled at him.
Fang Tinglan frowned, and calmly touched the dagger at the back of his waist: "Who are you?"
"Who am I? I am your colleague." The man replied.