After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Xiao Yunzheng looked at the piece of drawing paper spread out on the table.

It was said to be a rough location, but it was just a few scribbled strokes, outlining a small square with mountains on the west and water on the east. There was nothing more to it.

Xiao Meng hurriedly explained: "In the memories of the female spy in white, she was masked and had her ears blocked when entering and leaving the spy camp. Therefore, even under severe punishment worse than death, the location of the spy camp that she could recall with all her might was just this. But..."

Xiao Meng suddenly changed the subject: "The female spy confessed that in early winter, when she left the spy camp, she could always smell the beautiful fragrance of the thorn tree. Moreover, every time she left the spy camp, the carriage would travel for two hours as usual, and the fragrance of the thorn tree would be even stronger, as if she was in a surging sea of ​​thorn trees."

"Once, the female spy in white heard a clear and ethereal mountain song."

Jingtang? Xiao Yunzheng turned around and opened the window.

Unlike the north where snow had already fallen, the first snow has not yet arrived in the prosperous south of the Yangtze River after the beginning of winter.

But in the early hours of the morning, a chill also came.

Xiao Yunzheng was awakened by the wind, "The place with the most Jingtang is Wancheng in the western border."

Wancheng is an important place in the western border, with great wealth and strong military force.

It is also the residence of Marquis Xie and the residence of Prince Zhenxi.

Over the years, there have been many small countries outside the western border, and there have been occasional wars.

For example, the neighboring Mo people.

But precisely because of Wancheng, the Mo people did not dare to act rashly.

At this time, Xiao Meng wanted to save his words and flattered, "Fortunately, the prince is knowledgeable and has a strong memory, so he can circle out such an important detail at once."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunzheng's expression turned cold.

Not entirely, it’s what I learned from my extensive knowledge.

He knew that Wancheng was full of thorns and bayberries, the flowers were blooming more beautiful than snow, and the wind was blowing and intoxicating.

It was just because of the Xijiang Iron Mine case that year.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yunzheng pinched his palm and let the blood drip onto the window sill.

The young man was getting more and more tired and asked, "Is this all the female spy confessed?"

"One last sentence." Xiao Meng replied: "The female spy is very strange. In the place where the spy camp is located, a strange low roar can always be heard, as if coming from underground."

“Besides, there are always paper money ashes.”

"Last year, black snow fell all over the sky."

After a long silence, Xiao Yunzheng seemed to be thinking about something, and said sternly: "Send someone to sneak into Wancheng secretly and search for a place that matches the description of the female spy."

Looking up again, the moon from last night has set and the sky is about to brighten.

It's another day, in a villa on a beautiful street in the city of Jiangnan.

Abao is studying the bronze square box.

The idea of ​​solving the puzzle suddenly popped up in my mind when I was testing the lantern a few days ago.

She finally understood why she had always felt that there was something wrong with the bronze square box.

The reason is because of the size of the bronze square box.

According to the size of the bronze square box, after she opened it with the bronze key, the size of the box shrank.

It was just a tiny difference, and she couldn't see it at first glance.

But if you want to untie the interlayer, you may have to think about it again.

At this time, Xie Wuai brought Zhao Chuan Ce's latest secret letter.

After reading it, A Bao clenched the letter tightly and murmured in a trance, "How bold. It's actually in Wancheng?"

Wancheng, Wancheng, she repeated it silently over and over again.

Many years ago, Xuanyuan Wu returned from Xinjiang.

"Abao, the thorn trees in Wancheng are flourishing. Fifth Brother arrived just after the beginning of winter. In the evening, standing on Yuanmu Mountain and looking down from the top of the mountain, the clouds are steaming and the city is like a city in the clouds."

"When I have time in the future, Brother Wu will take you to have a look."

Xuanyuan Fengran, who was standing next to her, saw that Abao looked lonely, so he raised his hand and gently pinched her face.

Feeling the warmth, A Bao raised his eyes and quietly hid the sadness in his heart.

"The letter said that they had found some clues and would soon have results."

Xuanyuan Fengran took the letter from Abao and reminded him, "The Yuan Family's Yuanmu Mountain is also in Wancheng."