The Ming Dynasty started with caution

It was late at night, and He Neng called a few times outside the door: "Master, Lord Zhang sent someone here, but he didn't get the code. Do you want to let him in?"

He came from Liangxiang late at night, so there must be something urgent.

"Take him to the main hall."

Yan Chengjin got up, put on his clothes, put on a down vest, and cashmere snow boots, and came out of the bedroom.

When he saw Yan Chengjin, the clerk hurriedly said: "Sir, the only copy of the science bookshelf in the library was lost. It is suspected that the Korean envoy took it away. I wonder if it is important?"

Of course it is important!

These are the buffs of Ming Dynasty development. Adding them to Korea, isn't this... adding milk to the enemy?

Yan Chengjin didn't expect that the envoy would go to Liangxiang.

Books such as "Song's Heavenly Crafts", "Mechanics", and "Arithmetic"...

Putting them in the library and opening them to scholars all over the world is to see if there are any gifted geniuses.

It's a bit like casting a wide net and catching big fish.

"Is there any evidence that the Korean envoy stole it?"

The clerk shook his head: "No, but today, he was the only one who was not searched when he left the library."

This is difficult to deal with. Korea is a tributary state of the Ming Dynasty, and the identity of the envoy is sensitive.

Interrogating the envoy will alarm your majesty and the Ministry of Rites.

"But these books cannot be taken back by him anyway."

The next morning, Yan Chengjin wrote a memorial of admonition and asked Mou Bin to deliver it directly to the East Warm Pavilion.

"It's just a few books lost, why do you need to alarm me?" Emperor Hongzhi was displeased, put the memorial aside, and said: "Ask Yan Chengjin to print another copy."

In the memorial, many "maybe, doubt, probably" were used. He himself was not sure, so I won't worry about it for him.

Yan Chengjin had ordered the yamen runners of the Censorate to stop him. Mou Bin said: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's too late."

"Strange, this boy doesn't write memorials easily, what are these books?" Li Dongyang looked at Mou Bin in confusion.

After saying this, Emperor Hongzhi also nodded and looked at Mou Bin.

"I don't know either." Mou Bin said.

...

Yan Chengjin and Fang Xue went to the Honglu Temple, and the Korean envoys were preparing their carriages and horses.

"The Korean envoys are our good friends and neighbors. We should not arrest them rashly."

Fang Xue had a dark face. Why did you bring so many yamen runners?

The two rode on horses, followed by twenty yamen runners from the Censorate.

"Brother Gao, if we don't arrest people, what are we bringing yamen runners for?"

"These are just to deter people. Have you ever fought, brother Jingzhi? If you bring too many people, the other party will stand and let you hit you. If you bring too few people, the other party will fight back." Yan Chengjin solemnly taught Gou Dao.

Fang Xue was puzzled. Why is there such a gap?

The Korean envoys are guests of the Ming Dynasty. Without evidence, they cannot be arrested directly. Yan Chengjin brought yamen runners to demonstrate and was investigating the case.

"Is Han Senator going back to Korea?" Yan Chengjin greeted politely.

Han Simen turned around and saw two officials coming with a team of yamen runners. His heart tightened, but he smiled and said, "You are back home, who are you?"

"We are investigating a case, please cooperate with us." Fang Xue said.

It was right to let Jun'er go first last night. Han Simen said lightly: "Please do as you please, sirs. Please let us go after the search."

Yan Chengjin said seriously: "How did you know we were going to search?"

"I guessed." Han Simen did not change his face.

Yan Chengjin nodded, and Han Simen took the initiative to open the cargo box. A smell of Lao Gandie wafted in, and there were also 100 copies of "Datong Li" and raw silk satin, all of which were gifts from the court.

"After the investigation, sir, I will leave." Han Simen mounted his horse and prepared to return to Korea.

"This is really a pity, why not give the envoy 100 cans of Lao Gandie, how about it?" Yan Chengjin bowed in shame.

Fang Xue was confused, didn't we come here to investigate a case?

Han Simen laughed: "One hundred jars of Lao Gandie cost two taels of silver. With your salary, you probably can't afford it, right?"

This man's official title is only that of a fifth-rank official. With his monthly salary, he can't even afford three jars.

But what shocked Han Simen was that in the blink of an eye, he really pulled four large jars of Lao Gandie.

That's right... in jars.

He dismounted and saw that they could be packed separately, and could hold more than two hundred small jars, right?

He immediately became more polite to Yan Chengjin: "Are these gifts?"

Yan Chengjin nodded: "Master Han can take them away now."

Han Simen was a little confused. Why did this man give him a cart of soybean paste for free, as if he didn't want any money.

He winked, and the attendant tasted each jar of soybean paste, and then nodded at him.

No problem?

"When I return to Seoul, I will report to Yeonsangun that you have spent money. May I ask who this master is?" Han Simen asked frankly.

"The Censorate, Censor Yan."

"The Censorate, Censor Fang."

Fang Xuexue imitated Yan Chengjin, not revealing his name.

Yan Chengjin said to Fang Xue: "Master Fang, please take people to look for it somewhere else. I have something to say to Master Han."

You haven't told me what you are looking for yet? Fang Xue was confused and left with the yamen runners of the Censorate.

Yan Chengjin felt strange that he couldn't find the book.

"I have the recipe of these soybean pastes. If Master Han wants them, you can go to the workshop in Liangxiang to get them."

Han Simen pondered for a moment, wondering if they were looking for books. If those books were really valuable, how could the Ming Dynasty court put them in the library for you to borrow.

However, the books have been sent out of the capital by Jun'er, and at this moment, they should be arriving at Tianjin Port.

"Okay, please don't break your promise, Master." Han Siwen said solemnly.

Yan Chengjin bowed slightly and said seriously: "Of course."

An hour later, Yan Chengjin and Han Simen arrived in Liangxiang and stood in front of a magnificent "restaurant".

The scholars were queuing up, waiting to enter the Adventure House.

Yan Chengjin told Wang Bushui: "Suspend the business of the Adventure House. Lord Han is an envoy, entertain Lord Han first."

Upon hearing this, Wang Bushui hurriedly stopped the scholars behind him, and the scholars complained.

Han Simen looked up and saw the words "Adventure House" written on his head, wondering: "Why did you bring me here?"

"There are adventures in the Adventure House, and the recipe of Lao Gandie is inside."

Han Simen looked aside and saw that the Ming Dynasty scholars who could not enter complained and looked at him with hatred, as if he had robbed them of their things, so he no longer doubted.

This Adventure House... is there really an adventure?

He walked into the Adventure House curiously.

After taking a few steps into the door, it was dark all around, with faint lights flickering. There was a small path under his feet that went through the courtyard and led directly to the main hall, with corridors on both sides.

Looking up, the main hall was decorated with wedding arrangements. A couple in red clothes were kneeling on the ground, seemingly worshipping.

Han Simen walked quickly across the path and asked the couple, "Excuse me, where is the prescription for Lao Gandie?"

The bride and groom did not respond.

Han Simen lifted the bride's red veil and took a few steps back in fright. Dead?

"What the hell is this place?"

Suddenly, there was a coffin in front of him!

There was a sound of nails grinding against hard objects, as if something was about to come out...

Tick-tock...

Tick-tock...

A strong and pungent smell of blood.

"This place is haunted!"

Han Simen ran back in fear.

After a few steps, he saw a "human head" flying through the air, followed by more than a dozen floating in the air.

Han Simen was sweating and dared not move.

At this moment, the lights went out and he didn't know where the door was at all.

Not far away, a faint yellow light lit up. Han Siwen hurried over there. It was a wing room with simple furnishings.

Han Simen hurriedly walked in and closed the door.

His heart was beating wildly. Before he could rejoice, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

That strange voice sounded again, and a strong smell of blood came.

Han Simen didn't dare to move. He was so scared that he almost peed. He could feel a cold hand on his shoulder.

A cold wind blew.

A sinister voice sounded: "An Niang Haseyo?"

"???" Han Simen.

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