Zhou Buyi was going to entertain a certain widow today, so he left after handing over the news to Fang Tinglan. Fang Tinglan leaned against the window, and pulled out another secret letter from the table—the paper was red eyebrow paper, a special product of Chijincheng in Dongzhou, and it was exclusively used by the princes and nobles of Nanhong. The letter was sent from Prince Liang's Mansion, went through several caravans, and when it finally came into Fang Tinglan's hands, a full month had passed since the date it was written.
Fang Tinglan opened the letter and glanced at it for a while, then the corners of his mouth curled up.
He had already made up a set of scenes in which he accidentally fell into the sea during the battle with the Venomous Bee half a year ago, was captured by pirates and enslaved in Sand Ghost Bay for half a year, and was lucky to survive the heavy rain and melee. On the day I arrived in Jiumeng City, I specially asked someone to send it to Dongzhou to listen to that Liang Wang Qin Weishen.
Even though Qin Weishen was suspicious, whether he was seeking evidence from Xiang Zhou or the Tisu embassy, the other party gave him the same answer. In addition, Fang Qianwei, who survived the catastrophe, also said that since he was living in Tisu, he would definitely win over Tisu for him. Su forces, Qin Weishen agreed to Fang Tinglan's request to return to Chi Jin in June.
Fang Tinglan was also sure that Qin Weishen would agree.
Ever since Xu Wang Qin Weiheng colluded with the Beimo people rebelliously, expelled his father Qin Yu from Taiyan, and established the Beihong Dynasty on his own, the cowardly subjugated monarch became more irritable and sensitive, and refused to trust him anymore. For any of his sons, the East Palace position is always vacant. Now that Qin Yu is getting old and addicted to female eunuchs, the ruling and opposition parties are declining day by day, and Beihong, who faces each other across the river, is staring at him again. As the main force back then, Qin Weishen, the king of Liang who advocated abandoning the capital and fleeing, is anxious. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the anxiety in his heart . In this letter, he even generously proposed that if Fang Tinglan could really win over Amber King Abal, then he would be willing to speak well in front of His Majesty. The earl position is still no problem.
"... who cares."
Fang Tinglan sneered, rolled up the letter paper, and put it on the candlestick, and a scent of fine veins burst out from the red eyebrow paper. The man stared down at the withered confetti slowly engulfing the black writing, and the emotions in his pupils were complicated and difficult to understand.
The destination indicated on the note is located by the Reflecting River, adjacent to the Beilu Bridge connecting the Anwana District. When Fang Tinglan passed the bridge, a large number of workers came home from work in the factory. In addition to talking bad things about the foreman and In addition to the high price, the most discussed execution was the execution at noon today—the gallows was huge and there were many spectators. A spy from the North Desert, a tailor who killed his wife, and two nobles who spoke ill of the king were executed.
Fang Tinglan was a little interested in Beimo spies, but obviously the public cared more about how much blood was on the shirt that the tailor was wearing at that time, and whether he used scissors or an iron. He listened for a while with pointed ears but found nothing, and continued to walk towards Delphinium Street with some disappointment.
Just as he was about to cross the street, Qin Weiyu also hurried over from the corner of the street, probably because he finally had a plan to return to his homeland. They are three points brighter than usual.
"Stop!" He tugged at the collar, and the corners of his mouth shyly turned up, "What a coincidence, we're here together."
"Well, I think it's better to arrive earlier." Fang Tinglan smiled and nodded to him, ready to go upstairs together, but the other party grabbed his sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
"You... did you really follow his request and didn't bring anything?" Qin Weiyu asked.
"What?" Fang Tinglan asked knowingly.
"It's just that I think..." Qin Weiyu gritted his teeth, "The scribe upstairs can't stay."
Fang Tinglan raised his eyebrows: "You want me to kill him?"
Qin Weiyu nodded, and he quickly explained, "I, I'm not the kind of ruthless person, but I'm afraid that since he can betray Simona for gambling debts, he might also betray us for other things. we are good."
"Since you wanted to kill him, why didn't you do it yourself?" Fang Tinglan said.
Qin Weiyu blushed all of a sudden, and was speechless for a long time. Fang Tinglan looked at his appearance, and sneered in his heart. He took half a step back calmly, and pulled out his sleeve from the opponent's hand: "I'm just joking, don't take it to heart. I will kill you for you." This person's, but there are so many people in this place, it's inconvenient." After that, he walked into the small building without waiting for Qin Weiyu's reply.
Chen Wang looked at his empty palm and slowly curled up his fingers.
Delphinium No. 17 is a hotel, which is specially designed for wealthy Bolang merchants to live temporarily, and its configuration is naturally much better than those hotels in the mud area. Fang Tinglan and the two pushed open the door of the suite, and the scribe was already waiting for their arrival inside. The man was obviously restless, and kept biting his fingers nervously. He led the two into the inner bedroom, and looked up and down the two Dongzhou people hesitantly: "You... you came here at my request, right?"
"Of course, we didn't bring anything except two sincere hearts." Fang Tinglan smiled, "Do you need me to go downstairs and order a pot of tea for you? The habit of us Dongzhou people is that when we talk about things, we must any drinks."
93.
There was still plenty of time, Hailian ate a meal, went to buy some bacon for tomorrow's meal, and walked towards Delphinium Street with the oiled paper bag. The owner of the hotel glanced at the dirty leather boots on the guest's feet, and was about to stop him when Hai Lian threw an eagle emblem from the Public Security Department and blocked his mouth.
Since Faluco has set a time limit, Hailian will not disturb the people in the room in advance. The young man leaned on the corridor, bored, and even leaned against the door to listen to the movement inside. Unfortunately, the people in the room seemed to be discussing in the inner room, and he couldn't hear anything.
It wasn't until the muffled sound of eight chimes from the clock tower in the distance that Hailian stretched himself, pulled out the dagger from his back, and knocked on the door of the room.
"Who?"
"Come to refill the tea." A young voice replied from outside the door.
The clerk's face changed slightly after hearing the reply, and he made a silence gesture to Fang Tinglan and the two: "You two, be quiet, just wait for me here." After finishing speaking, he extinguished the light in the room, and cautiously After closing the bedroom door, he walked towards the door.
The man asked in a low voice through the door, "Did Lord Faluco ask you to come?"
"yes."
"Did your lord say anything else?"
"..." The person outside the door was silent for a moment, "He said he asked me to kill the people in the house."
The clerk immediately felt relieved, and he opened the door with relief: "Great, those two Dongzhou idiots are inside, I've already coaxed them to go around, you just-"
The following words were choked in the throat, the man seemed to be choked by something extremely spicy, and he could no longer make any sound. He staggered and wanted to retreat, but his arms were clamped by the person in front of him and he couldn't move. The clerk opened his eyes wide in fright, but he still couldn't see the face of the killer against the light clearly.
"The people in the room, including you." The young voice added.
The sweetness of blood rust mixed with the smell of bacon is a man's last perception of this world.
Hai Lian gently placed the deceased on the ground, and closed his eyes smoothly. He licked the blood that accidentally splashed on his cheek, and looked towards the door of the inner bedroom.
There are two more people.