subordinates dare not

Hearing the words, Meng Fuyuan didn't show any more reaction on his face, he turned around and opened the curtain to get on the carriage, and ordered loudly: "Let's continue on our way."

Huo Yi rode forward this time, so Meng Fuyuan was the only one sitting in the carriage.Although it was only about two quarters of an hour away from the small bamboo forest, Meng Fuyuan didn't want to take a break, so he leaned against the wall of the carriage and thought about it.

The list of traitors that we worked with Bian Qingyu to find out last time was only five people, namely Yang Qi, Fu Ba, Lu Jiu, Lu Shi, and Huo Yi.

But take a look at Yang Qi, the result is very simple, there are only two situations, one, Yang Qi is a traitor, and two, Yang Qi is not a traitor.

If Yang Qi was a traitor, then he wanted to take the opportunity to betray Wuwei Villa, so he chose to disappear today, during the period of free activities that the Shadow Guard rarely has.

If Yang Qi is not a traitor, then it is possible that the traitor informed the robbers in advance, so the robbers lay in ambush in Jianzhou City, waiting quietly, waiting for an opportunity to move.But the problem is that the traitor is known to have tipped Wei Chuge, that is to say, Wei Chuge wanted to rob Yang Qi.But what's the benefit of Wei Chuge stealing Yang Qi?

At present, it is known that Wei Chuge has affection for Bian Qingyu. Bian Qingyu once used the secret of poisoning on his body to exchange for Wei Chuge's chance to take a risky move, but Yang Qi and Bian Qingyu are inseparable. relation.Or, could it be that there is some secret that Wei Chuge wants to know about Yang Qi?

Meng Fuyuan's thoughts were cut off here, and he could no longer proceed.

He stretched out his white hands and rubbed his temples on both sides with his fingertips. It was too sad to think about it, but he had to think about it, otherwise he would put himself in a passive position.

Two quarters of an hour passed in a hurry, and the group quickly returned to Zhulin Xiaozhu.

Meng Fuyuan asked all the shadow guards to pack their luggage, first he went to the main hall, but found that there was no one there, and then he went to the study where Bian Qingyu often went, but he was nowhere to be seen.Although Bian Qingyu didn't specifically ask him to wait for him in Zhulin Xiaozhu, but many times before, Bian Qingyu returned to Zhulin Xiaozhu before him to discuss the next move with him.

Meng Fuyuan thought that this had become a tacit understanding between the two.

Even though he felt strange for a while, Meng Fuyuan didn't have time to think about it, the most urgent thing was to write to Bian Qingyu, telling him about Yang Qi's disappearance.Of course, let Bian Qingyu use his intelligence network to find Yang Qi, no matter whether Yang Qi is a traitor or not, it is of course better to find someone.

In the study room, just after writing a letter, Meng Fuyuan pinched the edge of the paper and blew lightly to make the ink dry faster.The wooden goshawk on the desk stood quietly, waiting eagerly for the master to put the letter into its stomach.

Unexpectedly, before the ink was completely dry, there was a knocking sound on the wooden window lattice again. Meng Fuyuan was very familiar with it, and it was Bian Qingyu who also used the wooden goshawk to send a message to himself.Of course there is more than one wooden goshawk, just in case.

Opening the window, the goshawk landed on the back of Meng Fuyuan's hand. Meng Fuyuan turned his two eyeballs the corresponding number of times. The next moment, a roll of paper rolled out of the goshawk's legs fell out. Meng Fuyuan slowly moved the The letter unfolded, and the letter Bian Qingyu wrote to himself this time consisted of three sheets of paper.

Seeing this, Meng Fuyuan suddenly felt suffocated.

It seems that there are a lot of things that need to be explained. After all, Bian Qingyu never cares about the format when writing letters, and there is no signature honorific, etc., but straightforward, straight to the point——

Recently, I can't take a step away from the Tianshu Sect, so I can't meet the owner in Zhulin Xiaozhu for a while.If there is an emergency, please write to me. If there are special circumstances, I will only send Jiang Wenxu, a disciple of the Tianshu Sect, to meet the owner. Everyone else is a counterfeit without my permission. Please pay attention to the owner.

Although the Tianquan faction is not your enemy, please don't disclose any information about the Demon Cult that I told the owner to any shadow guards, so as to prevent the head of the Tianquan faction from knowing it.

In addition, my eyeliner observed that there are several suspicious Tianquan sect disciples near Jianzhou City.During the eight months since I left the Tianshu faction, they will leave the Tianquan faction once a month on the [-]th. The places they arrive at are fixed, but the order is different. Mother-in-law shares tea, Tang's lacquerware shop, Zhang's shortbread and Lu's spice shop.I guess that the place agreed with the person who sent Wei Chuge the letter is one of these five shops, and the owner of the shop should pay attention to it.

Meng Fuyuan carefully read the content of these three letters from beginning to end three times.

Regarding the first letter paper, he still remembered that Bian Qingyu was picked up by Wei Chuge, but at this moment, he said that he could not leave the Tianshu faction?Why is it impossible to leave the Tianquan faction?According to Wei Chuge's behavior style, it should be reasonable to force Bian Qingyu to stay in the Tianquan faction.

But Meng Fuyuan had no intention of thinking about the love-hate entanglement between the two.

The second letter has only one meaning, Bian Qingyu doesn't want Wei Chuge to know that he was trapped in the Demon Cult.

As for the third piece, it was the news that Meng Fuyuan was most concerned about.

After tearing up the first two pieces of letter paper, Meng Fuyuan casually threw them into the hollow copper censer and burned them. Then he looked at the words on the only remaining piece of paper. There was no medicine-related shop in it, not even Lu Jiu. The Nanfeng Pavilion I went to when I was drunk.

Meng Fuyuan couldn't help frowning.

But he believes that Bian Qingyu's information will not be wrong. After all, Bian Qingyu does not want more news to reach Wei Chuge's eyes through the hands of dark chess. In this matter, they are stakeholders.

So if the location of the message is only among these five shops, then there must be some details that I have overlooked.

Meng Fuyuan closed his eyes and began to try his best to remember.

Some fragmented and distant memory fragments rushed to the front of his eyes, and Meng Fuyuan persevered in finding the doubts that had been left behind over and over again. He began to recall from the time when he came out of Wuwei Villa. He opened up the memory of Su Hui bit by bit, and suddenly, He seemed to be thinking of something, and his whole body froze.

Meng Fuyuan slowly opened his eyes.

Now, he has a terrible guess.

Meng Fuyuan only hoped that he was thinking too much, so he hurriedly wrote a new letter with the ink that was about to dry up, rolled up the letter paper stating Yang Qi's disappearance solemnly, and put them all in Mu Gosying's stomach In this day, he had to ask Bian Qingyu to verify whether his conjecture was correct.

Zhulin Xiaozhu is very close to Tianshu Sect, but within an hour, Bian Qingyu's letter was sent back.

Meng Fuyuan anxiously opened the organ, and two rolls of paper fell out of it.

First unfold the first roll of paper, there is only a short sentence on it - I will try my best to help the owner find Yang Qi.

The second roll of paper is where my doubts lie.

Meng Fuyuan's hands trembled inexplicably. He took a deep breath, and slowly opened the letter paper. On it was an introduction about Zhang's shortbread, which was also the content of Meng Fuyuan's letter to ask—

Zhangjia Shortbread has been established for more than eight years. Although it is called Shortbread, it also sells sweet cakes. Among them, scallion pancakes, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, sesame chestnut cakes, and jujube paste cakes are the most famous. These four are the only ones in Jianzhou City. For sale, in addition, there are mung bean cakes, pineapple cakes, almond cakes, horseshoe cakes...

Meng Fuyuan had no intention of reading the rest of the content, his eyes stayed on the sesame chestnut cake for a long time, because what he wanted to know was already known at this moment.

Just now he has been guessing that Yang Qi is a traitor, and he has even biased this conclusion, because in this case, all doubts will be solved, and Yang Qi just took this opportunity to betray Wuwei Villa, so there is no reason why he is strong in martial arts, but He was captured silently, and how did the robbers determine Yang Qi's whereabouts, and how did they determine that he would stay at the border of Jianzhou for a while.

Now all these speculations have to be overthrown and restarted.

A sense of grievance and anger of being played with by others welled up in his heart, Meng Fuyuan tried his best to calm himself down, but he still couldn't hold back and kicked open the door of the study.

Outside the door, Ming Er happened to pass by, and was taken aback by Meng Fuyuan's appearance, before he recovered, he heard Meng Fuyuan say to himself with a gloomy expression: "Lend me your sword."

Ming Er handed over the saber in a daze.

After snatching Ming Er's saber, Meng Fuyuan went straight to Huo Yi's inner room and kicked it away again.

"boom--"

Startled by the sound behind him, Huo Yi turned his head, only to find that it was Meng Fuyuan.

Before he could react, Meng Fuyuan had already put the sword across the opponent's neck first, but the hand holding the hilt couldn't stop shaking.

The sharp edge of the sword was close to his own lifeline, Huo Yi couldn't help but exclaimed in shock: "Villa Master?!"

But Meng Fuyuan directly asked in a deep voice: "What is your relationship with Wei Chuge?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a dead silence, and the wind whistled past, leaving the two people's clothes trembling in mid-air.

After a while, Huo Yi said sadly: "The owner already knows."

He knelt down without hesitation, Meng Fuyuan's reaction was delayed for a moment, then the tip of the sword cut a small wound beside Huo Yi's neck, the blood stained the sword edge, it was dazzlingly bright.

"it's me."