Thinking

In Zuhanerde's shop, there has always been a rule that customers who buy drugs must leave their name stamps.

It doesn't matter if it's fake, he can tell the authenticity of people from Great Liang and the Western Regions, and the trading rules in the ghost market are very strict, so guests don't need to worry too much about leaving these things.

This is not a good idea. How many people who buy poison can use that poison to do good things?How many people in the world are Jing Ke who assassinates the tyrant, and Nie Zheng who does righteousness? There are as many as Qin Hui and his like.

The seals and identities of these people were left in his hands. Zuhan Erde had his own considerations, and Qi Si didn't ask too much, but the letter paper finally became his incriminating evidence today.

Zuhan Erde was born and raised outside the Great Wall and a citizen of Great Liang. His poisoning of Rui Chu to death was originally a credit for Daliang, but Zuhan Erde was full of guilt, and Qi Si even felt that he was worse than Lu Yingqiu's loyalty to Rui Chu is even deeper.

But Zhuhan Erde didn't reveal anything except the buyer's letterhead and seal, and Qi Si had no intention of pursuing those things that belonged to him.

Before leaving the shop, Qi Si turned around and asked, "Why did I hear a voice calling 'little general' in your shop? Apart from making poison, do you have any techniques to create auditory hallucinations?"

Zhuhanerde's eyes froze, as if some strange light flashed for a moment, but soon became darker, his old face could not conceal his collapse and fragility at the moment.

Looking forward to seeing his almost tottering spirit, he no longer presses the question.

Qi Si went out of the inner room, took out the letterhead and put it in his arms according to the location pointed by the old man. He only read the words on the envelope, did not open it to read the content, and left the shop with Jiang Xuan.

On the envelope is a square seal, but it is engraved in Qiang script. The habit of the Han people has been passed down here, always keep half and discard the other half.

Qi Si didn't recognize the surname engraved in that handwriting—it wasn't the most prominent surname in Great Liang, nor was it the most common surname.

He opened it according to the shape of the characters and read the pronunciation directly. Jiang Xuan understood it after hearing it, and nodded: "Well, 'Tudan', this surname is neither serious nor important. It is a family in the west of Daliang. It is similar to the position of a thousand households of the Han people, it is not prominent, nor is it a small person."

"Is it just theirs?" Qi Si asked.

Jiang Xuan replied: "This surname is almost all under the official family of Mouke. The Jurchens have always been closely related to the tribe and live together, which is even worse than the Han people."

After thinking about it for a while, the location of the Tudan clan should not be far from the place where the Nayar Assembly is located, which saves a lot of time and effort.

He stopped talking all the way, thinking about things clearly in his mind.

Jiang Xuan should know something, and so does Jiang Xunyan, but they didn't know the specific situation, and they didn't tell each other, but kept a subtle silence, because people in the court of Yan State really should Take a cautious stance.

But so far, their stance is biased towards anticipation. There is no doubt about this. What will happen after they go back will require another judgment.

Zuhan Erde handed over the letterhead of the "homesick" buyer, even with Jiang Xuan's threat of extorting a confession, it can be regarded as handing in very neatly. If he is not stupid, this letter will definitely not kill him.

Before Qisi went to the home of the buyer, Tudan, would Zuhan Erde report first?He wasn't sure.

Do you want to silence it?

Qi Si's breath trembled slightly, getting involved in these things, he had to face such a problem.

With a casual look on his face, Jiang Xuan glanced at Kumo Xi who had just passed by on the street, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the old man won't tip off the news, otherwise the ghost market will be the first to tolerate their grandparents."

Qi Si turned his head to look at Jiang Xuan, and the two smiled at each other.

All the words are to the point, it is a tacit understanding, but also a estrangement.

At night, Qi Si held the poison box, opened and closed it, turned it around, played with it, very absent-minded, and put the box away quickly, in case someone lost his mind and spilled the poison all over the room, it would be troublesome up.

After finding something, he has no reason to stay in Gebaiyin Town anymore, and Jiang Xuan can go and stay as he pleases. The two have already discussed that they will leave for Darhan Grassland the next morning when the town is not covered by the gray atmosphere of the ghost market. , to see the liveliness of the Nayar Festival.

Blowing out the candle, Qisi lay on the couch, and the words of the little guy's introduction of "homesickness" emerged: from the wound into the blood, reciprocating through the heart, tired in it... Weakness, long-term injury, persistent fever, The mind is lax, gradually unconscious, until dying...

That's how Rui Chu died, the general's father he had never met, died in this way from a poisoned arrow.

Heroes and heroes, disputes in the world, come and go, but it is an illusion, very fragile.

In the room next door, the window sash was lightly propped up, and Jiang Xuan, dressed in night clothes, leaped out of the room soundlessly, turned up the corner of the eaves, and disappeared into the night all the way.

In the early morning of the next day, the two left amidst the lively fireworks in Gebaiyin Town, and went straight to the Nayar Festival.

After leaving Gebaiyin Town, a mile away, there was also a pair of corpse puppets. Qisi was not scared this time, but just didn't understand: "Are they trying to scare away unsuspecting passers-by?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head: "They just made this thing, it's useless, and there's nowhere else to put it, so they put it on the way to and from the town."

Qi Si had no choice but to say, "Since it is useless except to scare people, and there is no place to put it, why not burn it down and let the dead die."

Jiang Xuan replied: "These people committed evil deeds in their lifetime, and one death is not enough to punish them."

This makes sense. The laws of Great Liang, like the Han people, have regulations prohibiting insulting the corpses of good people, but there is no mention of people who are not good people. No one will take care of such "punishment".

Qi Si thought that when Duji Falcon died, he should be sent here, paid for, and made into a puppet to guard the gate of the town.

Not too far away, I walked for two days.

As soon as September passes, the weather in Saibei changes from day to day. You see the summer being driven away, and the autumn staying in a hurry. Then it snowed.

It took less than ten days to go back and forth, and the grassland was different from the days when the mission first arrived, and the morning and evening were much cooler.

The Darhan Grassland is lush with water and grass, and the hills undulate just right. The Kherlen River has turned nine bends, lying in the grassland shining brightly, surging endlessly.

Qisi and Jiang Xuan walked all the way along the Kerulun River, caravans came and went, and they would stay in one place every once in a while, the lively bells and life flowed along the river to the Nayar Conference.

At this time, there were still a few days before the Nayar Conference, and Qi Si wandered around the Darhan Grassland and headed straight for the Tudan family, wanting to find out who the poison they bought went to as soon as possible.

Jiang Xuan comforted him, saying that Zhuhan Erde would not tip off the news, and it was more than two years later that the Tudan clan would not get defensive inexplicably, so Qi Si should not be nervous about it.

Qi Si also knew that there was nothing to rush about this matter, the evidence of an old case would have been found long ago, and what was left would not disappear.

But how can you really rest assured about this kind of thing, so taking advantage of the few days before the Yaer Festival, Qi Si wants to go to the Tudan clan's territory first.

The venue of the Nayar Conference has been bustling for several miles. Market merchants and novelty and interesting things are all gathered in this lush grassland, and Qi Si walks through these colorful temptations all the way without stopping, accompanied by Jiang Xuan He also didn't linger a few times.

Taking a shortcut, it only took two days to reach the territory of the Tudan clan.

This place is only tens of kilometers away from the Daerhan Grassland, but it is half pasture and half barren beach and Gobi desert.

This area has been handed over to the Tudan tribe since the Great Liang dynasty was established, and this place is also directly named Tudan City, which symbolizes the trust of the Great Liang royal family in this tribe, and is also the glory that this tribe has received.

The most powerful member of the Tudan clan is Tudan Tesiha. He is thirty years old and comes from the purest branch of the clan. He has inherited the position of Mouk from his father. In the past year, thousands of troops can be transferred under his command, which can be said to sit firmly on one side.

Tudantesha is the most powerful person in the tribe. When facing the elders of the tribe, he still has to respect their prestige and seniority. But in fact, there is nothing he can't decide on the affairs of the tribe. Holding the power of life and death is the greatest. That's right, this one works anywhere.

Along the way, Qisi inquired a lot about this clan and this city, especially about Tudantesha, who already had a great understanding.

This man is in his prime, heroic and mighty, his ancestral training in horseback riding and archery skills, he has many wives and concubines in his family, he lives a very contented life, and gets along well with the court, he never forgets his roots and offends any high-ranking officials, he has kept his duty, He also enjoyed the blessing of sitting in the township, and his life was extremely good, so he always had a good face when he saw people.

Qi Si could even imagine the expression of this Mo Ke.

In his arms, he kept the letter paper he got from the ghost market in Gebaiyin Town safely, and he read every word on the cover and inside the letter several times.

There is no extra pen and ink on the seal, only a seal, which is undoubtedly left by Tudantesha.

There are a few words inside, which prove that he bought homesickness from Dr. Hanerde at that time.

Naturally, it was not the Lord Mouk who went to buy it himself.It's just that according to the rules, the information left must be the buyer's information, so his subordinates left the seal of Tudantesha.

Who is behind Dantesha, the only remaining student, I can only hope to follow and find out by myself.

And can you find some clues?After more than two years, it depends on man's salary and destiny.

About to leave the Darhan Grassland and before entering Tudan City, Qisi and Jiang Xuan saw an army from afar, dark and dense, in an extraordinary formation, holding up the flag totem, the team was neat and silent, coming from the horizon, heading straight for the Nayar Conference.