The news of Lu Jinxiu's punishment soon spread throughout Wangxuewu.
Few people know the inside story, and they all feel that Aunt Lu has been in charge of the family for so many years, and she has worked hard without any credit, but she has been targeted by the devil Xie Queshan.
Now that we have ended up like this, everyone is inevitably in danger.
Everyone was whispering and cursing, in groups, sneaking around.
To everyone's surprise, Xie Sui'an was very quiet this time.
She learned the whole story from the crying Lu Jinxiu, and felt that her mother had done something wrong. Even though she felt sorry for her mother's physical and mental suffering, she still did not come forward according to her own principles.
However, she suddenly didn't know how to face Nan Yi.
Firstly, that matter was too personal, and Nan Yi probably didn't want to mention it again. If she apologized, it would seem like she was exposing someone's wounds; secondly, the initiator was her mother after all, and she was a shameless person.
In the midst of melancholy, she was wandering aimlessly in the house, and she didn't know when she arrived at the front yard. Vaguely, she heard an inconspicuous sound of wind chimes.
Xie Sui'an's head trembled, and under the gaze of Qi Bing, he pretended to leave the house casually, and found that there was indeed an inconspicuous copper bell hanging on the top of the big tree on the street.
This is Bingzhusi's secret code for contact.
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Pinglinfang is the most chaotic neighborhood in Lidu Mansion. It is close to the city gate. Refugees come in and out. The lower class gather here. It has become a boundary that the government tacitly ignores.
There is an inconspicuous restaurant crowded on the corner of the street. The banner is torn at one corner and has old characters written on it - Guoyulou.
Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk, someone knocked on the wooden door of the backyard regularly.
It is Xie Sui'an in disguise. She wore an ordinary man's cloth, her face was painted sallow, and she had two realistic mustaches.
Looking around, half of Pinglin Square is dressed like this. She was already tall, and if you didn't stare, you wouldn't know she was a woman.
After a moment, a young man opened the wooden door a crack and welcomed her in.
Guoyulou looks like an inconspicuous small restaurant from the outside, but there is a lot of mystery inside.
Xie Sui'an followed the young man into the cellar and passed through the narrow passage. The young man removed the obstacles and turned on the mechanism. The stone door suddenly opened, and the light in front was brightly lit.
It is said that this place was once the tomb of a short-lived prince in the Southern Dynasties. It was stolen and turned into an empty shell. Later, Lidu Mansion was expanded and the city wall surrounded this wilderness.
And this empty underground palace became the stronghold of Bingzhusi in Lidu Mansion.
The huge underground palace is divided into many independent secret rooms. Each secret room has its own purpose and is equipped with different mechanisms according to the degree of confidentiality.
In the circulation of intelligence, spies are divided into collectors, transmitters and processors, as well as dead soldiers who perform various tasks. Except for the spies who specialize in handling intelligence and stay in the underground palace, most of the spies are working outside, with different identities and disguises.
The spies don't see each other most of the time, and they don't know who each other is.
But the leader of Bingzhusi needs to understand all the people in his charge.
The previous leader was Xie Hengzai. But he died suddenly, leaving no arrangements. These days, Bingzhusi is leaderless, and most of the hidden stakes are silent.
Today, many secret codes for Bingzhusi's contacts were suddenly distributed in secret places in the streets and alleys.
Xie Sui'an had a suspicion in his mind - could it be that there was a new talker?
The last door was pushed open, and the young man retreated invisibly.
Xie Sui'an entered it. The tomb was empty. Countless drawers were neatly arranged on the western wall, and a small case was placed in the middle.
In the center is a mottled mural with huge gods and Buddhas looking down.
And a man in a green shirt stood under the gaze of the gods and Buddhas, with candlelight swaying on him.
Xie Sui'an felt that his back looked familiar. He turned around, took off the mask from his face, and smiled at her.
"Brother Song Qi!" Xie Sui'an exclaimed.
"Thank you Xiaoliu, long time no see."
Xie Sui'an rushed forward, grabbed Song Muchuan and looked up and down, and caught a glimpse of the long scroll on the desk behind him -
The scroll has no words, only bright red handprints, which are the rituals for spies to enter Bingzhusi.
Xie Sui'an reacted: "You——"
"I was ordered by Zhongshu Ling to take over the Bingzhu Division of Lidu Mansion. After that, I will be responsible for the task of the new emperor's southern crossing."
Xie Sui'an had tears in her eyes. She had known Song Muchuan for more than ten years, and she regarded him as her biological brother. After he ran away, there was only a few words of news in the first few years, but then the news stopped. She didn't even know if he was still alive.
She knew that he had been struggling for so many years, and everyone used hatred to get rid of it. As long as they hated Xie Queshan, they could live their lives, but he didn't want to.
When they met again today, there was light in his eyes, and she guessed that he must have figured something out. At least, I found a self-consistent way of living.
"Great, great..." She was so excited that she couldn't even speak. She licked her tongue and then asked impatiently: "Brother Song Qi, what should we do next? Qi people are still everywhere. Search Third Uncle, how can we send him out of the city?"
"Xie Xiaoliu, we haven't seen each other for so many years and you didn't ask me how I was doing?" Song Muchuan smiled.
Xie Sui'an also smiled, but his eyes were a bit lonely: "I dare not ask, no one has lived well in so many years."
Song Muchuan's expression also dimmed. He wanted to mention Pang Yu, but swallowed it back.
After he took over Bingzhusi's information, he learned that Pang Yuji had died not long ago, but judging from Xie Sui'an's appearance, she didn't seem to know yet.
As long as this secret is hidden, Pang Yu can live in her expectation. So...that's fine.
Seeing Song Muchuan's silence, Xie Sui'an thought it was his words that made him sad, and hurriedly patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"But it doesn't matter -" Xie Sui'an is an open-minded and cheerful person. No matter how dark the place is, she can always find a glimmer of hope. "Isn't everything we do now just to make this world better?"
Song Muchuan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes. As long as we can help King Ling'an ascend the throne and bring all the people south of the Yangtze River back home, and don't talk about regaining the territory, we can at least divide the river and rule it, leaving a pure land for the people south of the Yangtze River."
"Do you have any overall plan?"
Song Muchuan looked serious and said, "Follow me first."
He took Xie Sui'an into another secret room. There was a body covered by white cloth in the secret room.
Song Muchuan is extremely meticulous in his work. After taking over Bingzhusi, he must master the information of all spies in the city as soon as possible, distribute secret codes, summon spies to meet, and issue tasks. At the same time, he also did one thing, which was to check the bodies of people who had died in the city in the past seven days.
A lot of information will be left on the dead.
Lifting the white cloth, Xie Sui'an was shocked. The corpse should be that of a woman, but her face was so disfigured that nothing of her original appearance could be seen.
"This is……"
Song Muchuan held up the corpse's hand, with bright red kodan on his fingers. He just looked at Xie Sui'an and was not in a hurry to speak.
Xie Sui'an reacted and took a step back in shock.
"impossible!"
"Xiao Liu," Song Muchuan's voice was deep, "the enemy is everywhere."
Xie Sui'an calmed down for a while before regaining consciousness. This was Chang Yan's hand. Chang Yan is dead.
The woman in Hua Chao Pavilion is fake.
She often met Chang Yan and didn't even notice anything unusual.
"I'm going to kill her." She regretted it and couldn't wait to make up for this huge mistake she had made.
Song Muchuan shook his head: "Don't worry."
"What are you waiting for? She is right next to Third Uncle, who knows what information she will find out!"
"Master Xie still doesn't know where King Ling'an is hiding, right?"
"That's lucky. Before I had time to tell my third uncle that day, he was taken away by the Qi people."
"Then there's nothing to be afraid of. We can leave this trap prepared by the enemy for their own use."
Xie Sui'an even thought it was dangerous: "This is too risky!"
Song Muchuan was not aggressive and said very calmly: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub? I have a plan, so just pretend you don't know. Don't reveal any information in front of fake Chang Yan, but don't reveal any flaws."
Xie Sui'an looked at Song Muchuan. He was very confident and not impatient. He could find clues in the complicated and huge information within a few days.
She realized that this young man who had been soaked in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and was sad about his spring and autumn, had really been reborn.
Bodhisattva's heart, King Kong's means.
The sword was pulled out from the scabbard full of rust. It was sharper than the world had ever seen. No wonder Zhongshu Ling chose him.
She suddenly felt a huge sense of security.
"Brother Song Qi, I will listen to you. But there is one thing, you must help me."
"Xiao Liu, tell me."
"My sister-in-law helped me rescue my third uncle. I promised her that I would help her leave Lidu Mansion, but Xie Queshan's spies are everywhere in the house..."
"Your sister-in-law—" The woman's face appeared in Song Muchuan's mind.
"She is my eldest brother's widow. On the day of the funeral, my eldest brother passed away. There is no love between them. My sister-in-law is about the same age as me. I can't stay a widower for the rest of my life."
Song Muchuan was silent.
"I know it's hard..."
"Okay." Before Xie Sui'an could finish speaking, Song Muchuan agreed.
Xie Sui'an was slightly stunned. She seemed to see an obscure emotion flash across Song Muchuan's face.
"I will send her away safely."
