You rascal, stop right there!

Song House.

Song Yuanshan was still wearing a golden suit, looking luxurious and extraordinary, but he looked at the man who was about to cooperate with him with contempt.

In the middle of the backyard, a man with a sly smile on his face was holding a blue book towards him.

"Mr. Song, this is the third volume of "Two or Three Things About Bamei Pavilion and Me." He squinted his eyes, "This is an unpublished copy! You can't find it even with a lantern!"

The person opposite moved his throat and wanted to reach out his hand, but then retracted it.

"Do you want to send guards to go to Qingfeng Mountain with me?" Bai Wan coaxed.

"No!" Song Yuanshan squinted.

Bai Wan was about to stop, "So you don't want this album?"

"Yes!" Song Yuanshan stretched out his hand hesitantly.

"So you agree to cooperate?" Bai Wan asked breathlessly.

Song Yuanshan glanced sideways again: "No!"

……

After some negotiation, Bai Wan said helplessly:

"If you help me, there will be three benefits. First, if you really save the Minister of Rites, you will be rewarded by the government.

Let's split the bounty 20-80, I'll take 80 and you'll take 20, look how generous I am!"

Seeing that the other party did not respond.

After a while.

He casually placed his index finger on his lips:

"Secondly, if you seek justice after being cheated, you can also get your money back! You can't let people think that you are a fool who got cheated, right, Mr. Song?"

He immediately placed the blue book on the table, especially the eye-catching third volume, which was a great temptation.

Song Yuanshan's eyes were wandering, his hand was slightly moving towards the book, and his feet were slightly shifting direction.

"As for the third one, I'll tell you a secret. I have someone above me. He can get the follow-up of this booklet. As long as you are willing to help, I can show you the new one at any time!"

After this series of persuasions, the man was really shaken, but he still couldn't move for a long time.

Until a certain man gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you want to be praised by your father?"

The previous conditions can only be regarded as temptations, but this one directly hits someone's pain point.

The man finally turned towards the blue booklet with some emotion, and his clenched fists gradually loosened.

He, Song Yuanshan, doesn't want anything else, he just wants a compliment from his father.

So, this person said reluctantly: "Okay——"

The tone is really forced.

Bai Wan smiled brightly, with a row of dazzling white teeth: "Deal!"

……

Qingfeng Mountain.

The border between Baiyun City and Zhengzhou.

This is a secret inn hidden in the mountains, surrounded by dense forests, rocks, green vines and shrubs.

Among them was a man in ragged clothes, half-sitting on a wooden bench with his back facing up, feeling a burning pain in his shoulder.

His upper clothes were covered in scratches and bloodstains, his right arm was tightly wrapped with a piece of white cloth, and his legs and knees were tied with a piece of red cloth.

The man tried to move his right hand holding the sword, and it fell down instantly.

Ling Shumo no longer had the elegant figure he once had, and was now just a down-and-out woodcutter.

He remembers...

He was ordered to disguise himself as a wealthy merchant caravan and enter Xuanli Kingdom to negotiate with the new emperor. However, before he could reveal his identity or even enter the palace, he was detained on the spot by hundreds of soldiers.

Most of his men who were traveling with him were killed.

Seeing that he was the Minister of Rites, the Xuanli Kingdom kept trying to persuade him to surrender, but Ling Shumo would rather die than agree.

Eventually, he and a few surviving guards were escorted to a place of exile. He and A Yan and a few others finally escaped with their own strength.

Then, he tried every possible way to return to Daying.

However, after returning to the country, Ling Shumo and his companions were so seriously injured that they were unable to travel for a long time.

I can only stay in this remote little inn in Qingfeng Mountain for two days to rest.

He was still thankful. If he had not learned that Bai Wan was ill before entering the country, he would have forced the imperial physician Lin Shiqing to return.

I’m afraid that frail old imperial physician will never be able to come back alive with them.

At this time, Ling Shumo planned to see if he felt better, and then go directly to Zhengzhou City, which was the nearest city. He would wait until the Xuanli Kingdom's disharmony was reported to the emperor, and then make plans.

"Sir, is there any problem with the calligraphy you asked me to sell the day before yesterday?" An old groom over sixty years old in the inn said to him.

Ling Shumo bowed slightly and said, "Old man, we were bitten by a wild beast while on the road and are unable to travel for the time being. We are really sorry to trouble you."

The old man frowned, thinking this guest was very strange.

Not only did he ask him to make some scrolls and ink according to his requirements, but he also told others that they were Ling Shumo's calligraphy, and even asked him to find someone wearing official boots to sell them.

Ling Shumo felt helpless.

Although His Majesty announced at the beginning of this year that they would be sent as envoys to Xuanli soon, they were traveling incognito as a merchant caravan for secret negotiations during those days. How could anyone other than their own people know about it in advance and inform Xuanli?

Therefore, the failure of the peace talks and the pursuit of the diplomatic envoys cannot be reported directly to the provincial government, but must be reported to His Majesty as soon as possible for a decision.

A Yan, whose injuries were relatively minor, took the letter and rode straight to the capital city at full speed.

The calligraphy had his personal seal, but it was forged by someone else and given out under his own name.

If the letter is written in real handwriting, it will surely be discovered by Xuanli's spies. If a fake one is used, it will be exposed and no trouble will be caused.

Only those close to him who truly understood his calligraphy and personal seal would realize that something was wrong and send someone to investigate.

Just thinking about it.

He didn't expect that there was a group of people in strange clothes searching for something outside the window. They were all ferocious and extremely tough.

So Ling Shumo quickly took out his sword and stuck it in front of the door, intending to fight to the death as soon as he found something wrong.

"Shopkeeper, tell me! Have you seen any injured people coming here?"

A big man wearing round earrings and with a few braids in his hair grabbed the old man who was just leaving and asked.

The old man was startled by the powerful big hand. He vaguely knew what the other party was talking about and looked towards the wooden door timidly.

The braided-haired man immediately understood what he meant and approached the wooden door with a knife in hand.

The several big men dressed in strange clothes around them looked at each other and held the knives in their hands tighter.

The few of them were getting closer and closer, until their breath seemed to disappear in the air.

At this moment, their legs went weak and their heads felt heavy as if they were carrying a thousand-pound burden.

Several big men fell into a deep sleep.

The four or five people inside the door came out and stabbed these people to death with swords, and then released the cloth strips covering their mouths and noses.

The old man's legs went limp when he saw the dead body.

He curled up in a corner of the ground: "Don't kill me..."

Ling Shumo was finally dragged out on a stretcher. Looking at the old man, his face was filled with fear.

He whispered helplessly: "Old man, don't worry, we won't kill you."

This is a chaos between two countries, and the common people are innocent.

But even though he spoke to the old man gently and warmly, the old man's hands and feet were still trembling and he was still in shock.

Then he watched his subordinates move the corpses away one by one.

After one of the subordinates finished processing, he asked with some doubt: "Is the powder that the lord just released the one we used to break out? I thought it had been used up long ago!"

this……

Ling Shumo looked at the small bottle in his hand and suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart.

That was the thing Bai Wan gave himself for self-defense in Baihua Pavilion when he mistakenly thought he was a prostitute.

Unexpectedly, he actually saved his life unintentionally.

He nodded inadvertently, feeling a warmth in his hand as he held the medicine bottle, as well as a slight sense of security...