You rascal, stop right there!

"I have no idea!"

The woman naturally refused to say anything.

All the people in Daqing are counting on this underground city, and they would never tell anyone about it even if it was just spread by word of mouth in private.

Monk Guangzong could only capture all the men and women he could catch, and after a while, there were more than ten people in total.

As for those who escaped, the Shaci official could only send troops to follow them.

Among them, the women who set fire to the laundry were staggering in the streets and asking questions.

It took them a long time to find the underground entrance to Xicheng District from several hidden beggar women.

The heavy iron door was slowly pushed open, and the person at the door asked a lot of questions in Daqing dialect before cautiously letting people in.

"Someone is coming!"

The people around looked at these prostitutes who looked like they came from a brothel.

It's probably easy to guess that they are either from the laundry department or people who are forced to work as street prostitutes.

Many people felt sorry for him, but also felt that his status was inconvenient and he didn't want to get close to him, so he stayed as far away as possible.

These women also felt that their status was humble and lowly, so they walked cautiously along the wall.

The woman in the golden gauze dress lowered her head and obviously noticed that the people around her were avoiding her gaze, so she had to hold the bag in her hand tightly.

She walked huddled together to another cave entrance, but she stumbled in her haste and accidentally tripped someone.

It would have been fine if she had just tripped, but the woman seemed to realize she had stepped on something.

The man cried out in pain and said resentfully, "My hand was stepped on!"

Look down.

It turned out to be a man wearing a thick coarse cloth jacket, with several sheets of rice paper, as well as writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the woman apologized repeatedly.

Bai Wan then raised his head, probably because he saw the woman's disheveled clothes were eye-catching, but he didn't think she was weird, so he just paused.

"Why are you here? We should be drinking porridge now. The refugees are all together."

The other women all lowered their heads, half biting their lips, their eyes red, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The woman who had just stepped on his hand felt a faint pain in her heart: "We have fallen into the dust, so it is natural for us to keep our distance from innocent people."

Bai Wan fixed her expression, looking at these people with a strange look on her face. "In troubled times, it's not your fault that women have a harder time. What's with all that innocence? They're just pedantic!"

"But what people say is terrifying! We are already withered and fallen, drifting in the dust!"

"What's the point of listening to such nonsense? Flowers are just flowers. Why should we distinguish between disabled and undiscovered ones? Can they actually turn into trees?"

Bai Wan never cared about that.

The woman took a half step back in confusion, her black and gray fingers gripping the luggage tighter and tighter, feeling more and more helpless.

"Alas, we only wanted to survive. If the laundry hadn't been set on fire, we wouldn't have been able to escape."

Now that I can't go back to the laundry bureau, I have no other choice but to live a good life and find a way to return home.

Unexpectedly, Bai Wan's eyes lit up again and again: "You were able to burn down the laundry, that's really impressive! How did you burn it? Was the division of labor clear?"

This……

Few people didn't understand.

Normally, when people see women in brothels, they either keep their distance or look at them with lustful eyes. No one pays attention to anything else.

So, unique!

Just when I was hesitating.

Wang Zhi arrived without knowing when, and hurried over: "The new refugees are receiving porridge in another place, don't come here to disturb Master Han."

Korean painter?

The legendary painting saint.

Several people were stunned, looking at the man lying on the ground with his legs crossed, painting and writing documents, they found it hard to believe.

Bai Wan pressed on and interrupted, "They haven't told me how they burned down the laundry. The damage was severe."

They could only stammer and talk at once.

The woman who stepped on the white pea hand was named Li Shunning, and she was the daughter of the Minister of Revenue of Daying.

After Daying fell, she and all the noble ladies were sent to the laundry house to work as prostitutes.

The day before yesterday, the Imperial Master Shaciguan was in the building seizing the offerings. He took the former Empress Dowager Cixi away and chopped off her head on the spot.

Faced with the resistance of the crowd, Li Shunning and his companions could no longer bear it and used lamp oil to light the fireworks and firecrackers that each prostitute had received for the first time according to the rules.

The laundry room was engulfed in flames, and half of the building was burned down.

No one noticed. Bai Wan nodded repeatedly but asked earnestly.

"Do you know where the fireworks and gunpowder for the laundry department come from?"

Xuanli has strict control, and even charcoal is difficult to buy, not to mention gunpowder and fireworks.

Li Shunning's fingertips drooped slightly. "The Salt Bureau is responsible for controlling the salt merchants in Xuanli and secretly purchasing gunpowder from Daqing to make fireworks."

Such a powerful salt commissioner should be considered an important position in Xuanli.

It seems that Xuanli's corruption is even more serious than Daying's back then.

Wang Zhi whispered in Bai Wan's ear, "The salt official in charge of smuggling is Li Li, the son of Li Simeng, the former deputy governor of Dayingxiang Army!"

puff-

Bai Wan almost choked on his own saliva and took a step back in embarrassment.

Even though I saw the masked man at the archery banquet that day, I never imagined that he was the salt official responsible for Xuanli's smuggling.

After the fall of Daying, some of these former ministers of Nanying defected to Xuanli.

They live a prosperous life and have forgotten their roots.

"In that case." Bai Wan bowed her head calmly, "Thank you for telling me this. Let's go have some porridge!"

That day.

The officials and talents with some reputation who built this underground safe city together communicated privately through the King's Letter.

Bai Wan, Ling Shumo, Luo Wenqi and others discussed the matter all night long.

It is said that they quarreled so much that their faces turned red.

The sound echoed everywhere in the middle of the night.

"Xiaobai, you're crazy!"

When Luo Wenqi heard that Bai Wan was going to join the game himself, he jumped up in shock.

Bai Wan suddenly smiled: "Do you have any better suggestions?!"

Ling Shumo suddenly turned around and couldn't help but said, "I won't allow it!"

Every word and sentence is sharp.

The others also shook their heads, expressing helplessness and rejection.

Bai Wan slowly shook his head, raised his hand, and laughed hoarsely:

"What's the big deal?! We agreed that if you don't have any better ideas, just follow my lead."

As he spoke, someone was about to pack up the four treasures of the study and the powder book.

"Abai——"

Ling Shumo seemed to lose his voice halfway through his words.

"Stop!"

"Zi... um..."

In public, in full view of everyone.

He doesn't care about the moral principles or rumors.

You could hear a pin drop all around. Everyone was caught off guard and stunned.

A kiss with a bite will destroy all feelings.

The breath is disordered and breathing is difficult.

It seemed that this was not a kiss, but a devout interweaving of emotions wrapped in flames under a storm.

Now he is really successful!

Bai Wan moaned softly a few times before finally holding the person steadily.

He said calmly, "Zichen, when everything is settled, we will all return to Daqing together."

At dawn, when the fog had not yet dissipated, someone temporarily left the dungeon.