"Then Brother Wei Zhuang, you are optimistic."
Walking to the table and picking up the piece of gold, Han Fei said to Wei Zhuang in front of the window, and led Zhang Liang down, heading straight to An Pingjun's mansion.At this time, it was night, but Han Fei's heart was hot, and he quickly came to the door of An Pingjun's palace, and finally instructed Zhang Liang and began to knock on the door.Knock knock - "Come on, come on, what to urge, the soul is off or rush to reincarnate!"
”With Han Fei's knock on the door, there was also an impatient shout from the servant inside, all of this, the prince couldn't go out, and they, the current people, didn't have any activities they liked to do, so they naturally had to go to bed early.When the door opened, and the servant saw Han Fei and the others outside the house, his expression changed instantly, and he didn't pause, and began to beat his mouth frantically, still muttering: "The little one is blind, the little one is blind, I don't know if it's the Ninth Prince, I should beat, I should fight!"
”He is a servant of the palace chores, if it is known, he just yelled at the ninth prince of South Korea, there is still a way to live, not to be sentenced to insult the royal family, implicated in the nine clans is lucky, such a crazy whipping himself is also hoping that this can extinguish the fire.And when this scene appeared, Han Fei didn't say anything, but Zhang Liang behind him couldn't stand it anymore, and they were also a little negligent when they came to inquire about matters at night.Ordinary people don't know, and some emotions are really normal, so they stood up and said, "Okay, we're here to find the prince, you can lead the way." ”When the servant heard this, he saw that Han Fei didn't say anything, knowing that he had escaped a catastrophe, and secretly reminded himself to pay attention to what he said in the future, and at the same time, he also looked at the person who opened his mouth carefully.This look, my heart is shocked again, as the attendant of the palace, it is natural to recognize people, this is a big man, the grandson of Xiangguo, while recognizing, the servant is also confused in his heart, it is difficult for this palace to have a banquet at night, otherwise what are the two sons for?
There were doubts, but the servant didn't dare to ask, so he just said: "The prince is now drinking dragon bone eight immortal soup in the main hall, and the younger one will lead the way for the two sons." ”On the way to this walk, Han Fei also thought of something, looked at the servant in front of him who was leading the way with a lantern and asked, "Uncle Sanwang likes this dragon bone Eight Immortal Soup very much?"
”Seeing that it was the ninth prince who asked, the servant didn't dare to slack off, the panic just now had not dissipated, and he couldn't wait to take out everything he knew, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, the prince likes it very much, and he has to drink a bowl every night to fall asleep."
However, the preparation of this soup is complicated and takes a lot of time. ”Hearing this, Han Fei smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked again: "Then last night, did the prince also drink this dragon bone eight immortal soup?"
”As soon as these words came out, the servant didn't notice anything wrong, but Zhang Liang, who was following behind, was thoughtful, but he didn't interject, only heard the servant reply: "Yes, listen to Ah Qiang in the kitchen, it started to be boiled early yesterday morning, and it happened that the prince could drink it when he returned home in the evening." ”"Just right?
Hehe, the ovary goes, this case is not far from being solved. ”Take the lantern in the servant's hand, and it is enough to get the words from the other party, otherwise all the way through, this servant is afraid that he will suffer."
Brother Han is really cautious, it seems that my grandfather is going to work all night in vain."
Hearing now, Zhang Liang also understood.Since it takes a lot of time, how can An Pingjun ensure that he can drink this dragon bone Bazhen soup when he returns home that night, there is only one possibility, the other party has long known that the military salary will be robbed.But there is one thing Zhang Liang still doesn't understand, since there are insiders, then it is impossible, there will be someone who colludes with the ghost soldiers, so the ghost soldiers are fake.Since it was fake, of course, my grandfather didn't have to continue the ceremony, but why was there still a sense of contradiction in my heart?
Looking at Han Fei leading the way in front of him, Zhang Liang didn't know if the other party was also aware of this contradiction, if he couldn't pierce this feeling, then everything was still suspicious, even if he found out something, it couldn't be true.At this time, Zhang Liang thought about it, Han Fei had already come to the main hall first, and sure enough, he saw a fat man in a gorgeous costume, sitting at the table, tasting the soup in his hand, and the hall was also full of fragrance, of course, no matter what the result was, the other party was Han Fei's third uncle, and the number of etiquette was indispensable."
Huh?
Han Fei: Why are you here?
”Han Fei has already given a salute, such a big living person, An Pingjun naturally can't be regarded as not seeing it, but he didn't get up either, no matter how big a mistake he made, he was the third uncle of the other party, and this could not be changed."
Meet the prince!"
Han Fei didn't answer yet, Zhang Liang also walked in and saluted An Pingjun, he is the grandson of Xiangguo, his identity is here, although he has no official position, there is no need to kneel.Besides, the next words, but he still has to open it, An Pingjun was a little surprised when he saw this, but he just nodded and didn't pay much attention to it, but Zhang Liang said: "Receiving the king's secret order, my grandfather is responsible for investigating the ghost soldiers, but there is something to do temporarily, but the time is really urgent, so I ordered the son to come to your mansion to chatter, and I hope the prince will forgive me." ”The question is a knowledge, Han Fei has no relevant position, and there is no reason to ask An Pingjun, after all, the identity is there, and the etiquette is different.But Zhang Liang is different, he is not only the grandson of Xiangguo, but also has the secret order of King Han, of course, this is just nonsense, but Han Fei dares to conclude that An Pingjun will not doubt this, otherwise he will not be someone else's gunman."
Since it is my brother's will, I naturally have no opinion, so if you have any questions, just ask."
Although An Pingjun didn't know what the hell these two dolls were doing, he thought that everything was seamless, didn't the king believe it, and what was there to check."
Then the ovary took the liberty of asking, I wonder if the prince can know about water and gold?"
Without waiting for An Pingjun to answer, Zhang Liang said again: "On the surface, this thing is no different from ordinary gold, but it melts when it encounters water, and burns when it encounters fire." ”When Zhang Liang finished speaking, An Pingjun looked puzzled, Han Fei had already brought a candlestick, and said in his mouth: "The light is a little dim, Uncle Sanwang doesn't recommend me to light the fire, right?"
”Although it was a question, the fire had already appeared, and without waiting for An Pingjun to say anything, Han Fei had already taken out a piece of broken gold from his cuffs, and said with a smile on his face: "Fei has been lucky recently, I have spent all my money by drinking, I wanted to go to the place where the ghost soldier disappeared to see, is there anything missing, but I didn't expect to really find a piece for me, does the third uncle want to stick to luck?"
”As he spoke, he was about to use the firelight to hand it to An Pingjun, but An Pingjun, who was still very confused, heard Han Fei's words, and saw this gold again, just like seeing a ghost, he covered his face with his cuffs, and hurriedly ran back, shouting in his mouth: "Be careful of the fire!"
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