The subordinate was trembling all over and his eyes were filled with despair. He handed over the letter. The person who handled the matter did not carefully check that such a big loophole appeared. It was their dereliction of duty. The prince would never let them go.

"The subordinates are incompetent, please punish the prince."

King Qi asked someone to wrap his fingers, his eyes full of danger.

His thin lips gently raised, his slender peach blossom eyes hiding the dark light. He smiled and said, "I will mention the punishment later. Go and invite King Ying over. I have something to talk to him."

After escaping for the time being, the subordinate rolled and crawled away from the box, but he also knew that the next time was like a knife hanging around his neck, and he had nowhere to escape.

Because anyone who makes mistakes will have to pay the price for his actions.

One day passed and night fell. Wen Yao finished washing and lay on the bed, extinguishing the lights in the inn room.

In an instant, the room was already dark, the weather outside was cloudy, and it seemed like it was about to rain.

Once heavy rain falls, no trace will be left in the ruins burned by fire, which is absolutely unfavorable to Wen Yao.

Close her eyes and hang the curtains. Wen Yao listened carefully to the sounds around her. The slightest rumble, as if the sound of the wind was shaking in her ears, made the corners of her mouth bend.

She stuffed the things she had prepared long ago under the quilt and quietly crawled out of the bedside.

Wen Yao's fingers flicked, and a vase outside the house fell to the ground. She felt a little sound in the night. At this moment, the open windows had already been left behind.

Try to walk to the darkness and hide your figure. Wen Yao kept coming to the palace within half an hour. She glanced around and jumped from a short wall while the gatekeeper was not paying attention.

Go in.

This was the first time Wen Yao entered the Eastern Palace when no one invited him.

I have never observed the full picture of the royal palace in those times. It is too big and luxurious, and even the decorations inside cannot be used. It can be seen that Mo Dongliu's reputation as wealthy as a country is not false.

Through the dense forest, Wen Yao came to Mo Dongliu's study according to her memory. She turned over and fell from the roof, looking at the quietness and no one else, standing in front of Mo Dongliu's door.

Only here are candles lit, which are very attractive in the dark.

But before her hand could fall, the door suddenly opened. Tiancheng walked out of it and saluted without any surprise: "I have seen the prince's concubine."

He directly avoided his figure and made a gesture of inviting Wen Yao to enter.

Wen Yao was a little surprised, but he didn't ask too much. If no one noticed her when she came in, it means that the security of the Eastern Prince's Mansion was not good at all.

Mo Dongliu was sitting on a chair and watching a bunch of messy things. Wen Yao scanned it casually, and most of it was a book.

Mo Dongliu personally took charge of the imperial guards and operated countless shops in the imperial city. It can be said that he led more than half of the entire imperial city's economy.

"Heavenly inherited, I'm given a seat."

After hearing this, Tiancheng immediately brought a chair from one side and placed it next to Wen Yao.

Wen Yao sat down without hesitation and put a letter in Mo Dongliu's hand.

"I will enter the palace to showdown tomorrow morning, and I don't want any accidents."

Mo Dongliu casually glanced at the contents in the envelope and casually threw it aside: "I have arranged for people to guard all the things you said."

Wen Yao's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth raised, and she was in a good mood: "You haven't looked at the back of the letter paper yet."

Mo Dongliu was stunned, but nothing was revealed after the letter paper. Wen Yao walked to his table, picked up the grinded ink by his hand, and poured it directly on it.

Soon, the handwriting appeared in front of Mo Dongliu.

These handwritings are all crooked ghost painting talismans. Mo Dongliu didn't know what it was. His face turned dark and his eyes were cold.

"What is this?"

Wen Yao couldn't help laughing out loud: "Chinese pinyin."

Mo Dongliu had never seen this thing before, and he looked solemn: "Some kind of code?"

Wen Yao: "That's right, I can teach you that with the prince's intelligence, it takes less than half an hour to remember them all."

Mo Dongliu nodded. It would be nothing to learn one or two more of this kind. Then Wen Yao spoke briefly and explained the most basic formula that gathered the wisdom of contemporary people many years later.

She misjudged Mo Dongliu's acceptance level. She said it once, Mo Dongliu had already cracked her letter.

There was a light layer of light in the eyes of the King of East. He stared at the content above and pursed his lips: "If you want to prove the King of Qi, this little cleverness is useless."

Wen Yao nodded: "Even if you can't do anything to him, you have to peel off a layer of skin."

Mo Dongliu narrowed his eyes, his phoenix eyes were sharp: "Even if your letter was kidnapped and the King of Qi was hit, you will not be able to find any evidence tomorrow. That person is much more ruthless than you think."

When Wen Yao heard his words, a clear expression flowed through his mind: "I also know that this is not enough, so you can see it tomorrow, I will definitely let him show his true face."

She exhaled: "I don't know if the prince is sure to catch the murderer? The weapon that man used was a bit special, and all of it were killed in one blow. I guess his martial arts skills are extremely high, and they are right next to the King of Qi.

Not very difficult to catch."

This is the news she wanted to tell Mo Dongliu. In order not to let the King of Qi know who she had guessed the murderer, she came to the Eastern Palace to tell him tonight.

The matter of arresting people should not be difficult for the knowledgeable Mo Dongliu. As long as he helps, he should be foolproof.

However, the man in front of him had a look of evil and evil look on his face, which was like a dark night.

He put the envelope on the table, supported his chin with one hand and said lazily: "Even if I know who it is, why should I help you?"

Wen Yao didn't expect that Mo Dongliu was still addicted, "I thought the prince and I were on the same front, otherwise your gold medal of death would be useless?"

When she mentioned this matter again, Mo Dongliu's face was not very good-looking.

He was silent for a moment, and said without a word: "I regret it."

Wen Yao blinked, as if she had never thought Mo Dongliu would say such words. She stood in front of him with the table: "All medicines are sold, but I regret that there are no medicines. I'm the devil, the prince!"

She curled her lips and smiled, as if she guessed what Mo Dongliu was thinking: "I believe the prince didn't say this sincerely. He will definitely help me, right? Otherwise, the bamboo basket will be useless and there will be nothing to the prince.

Benefits, and as long as you save me, am I still letting the prince do whatever he wants?"

As if there were stars in their eyes, they were passionate and charming, with a little tempting smell, Wen Yao sat sideways on the table, bringing his charm to the extreme.

Every frown and smile contains the charm, and suddenly it becomes like a tangled fairy.

She had absolute confidence in herself. Most people could not withstand this behavior. Unless Mo Dongliu was not a man, she would never remain indifferent.

However, Mo Dongliu, who is not a man, has no expression on his face.

He even frowned and said coldly to her: "Go down."

Wen Yao lowered his head and saw that he sat on someone's account book. She quickly patted and jumped down.

Over the years, I have seen any kind of man Wen Yao, but I have never seen Mo Dongliu sit in a mess like that.

In her impression, she had learned this disguise ability to the fullest. When she really wanted to seduce someone, she was able to get it right. The method of doing tasks for many years was the easiest.

She smiled, bowed to Mo Dongliu, and said with respect: "The prince is worthy of being the contemporary Liu Xiahui. If you have any hidden illness, Yao'er will definitely ask your brother to treat you. Don't let it go.

Such things are related to your lifelong happiness. How about giving you the lowest discount?"

Mo Dongliu: "..."

He had never seen such a fickle woman. She was still the same one before and didn't know what to do next, and she was even crazy and ignorant.

"I think you should see a doctor."

Wen Yao was stunned: "I'm not sick."

Mo Dongliu stretched out his finger and pointed to the position of his head: "You have it, here."

She widened her eyes and was speechless by Mo Dong.

Mo Dongliu didn't say anything else, and threw one of the accounts in front of Wen Yao: "Come here and take a look."

Wen Yao stepped forward and opened the account book on the blue cover, which was lined up, all of which were the money she owed.

In less than a few months, she actually spent 23,450 taels of silver on Mo Dongliu, precisely as if it were a copper.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately put down the account book, and showed a flattering smile on her face: "Your Majesty, you said, I'll spend whatever you want."

Mo Dongliu nodded and did not refuse to admit it: "I said it, but I didn't say I don't need to return it."

Did he say it? It seemed that there was no... Wen Yao's face changed a lot, and he didn't know how to refute for a while: "Isn't that lent me to get military books? As long as the military books are obtained, the money and goods will be cleared.

Right?"

Mo Dongliu lowered his eyes: "But you haven't got it yet."

Wen Yao's voice was firm: "Don't worry, if I can't deliver the military books to you within a year, I will not be called Wen Yao."

The slender fingers knocked on the table, and Mo Dongliu was obviously not satisfied with Wen Yao's promise: "The price I paid for is not low when I rescue you this time. If you escape, the original agreement will be changed to half a year.

, It took too long for a year, and I can't afford to wait."

"Half, half a year?"

She widened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe the answer she heard.

I don’t know where the military book was hidden by the old emperor. Two months have passed since half a year, so she only has four months left...

What can I do in four months?
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