Chapter 1566

Take the letter back to the room, Liu Wei opened to see the content.

There is a saying in it - tomorrow afternoon, the porridge shop opposite the Vientiane hall.

It's really hard to find a place to tread on. It's no time to come.

If they had known each other would find themselves, why should they wander around all day.

Liu Wei put the letter on the table and looked at Rong Ling.

Today, after a day's stroll, Rong Ling had a general understanding of the layout of the road near the west city of Laicheng county. He stared at the Vientiane Museum for a moment and recalled three words. Then he raised his head and said, "beside the Taili bookstore."

Liu Wei went downstairs to find out about the store and came back in a quarter of an hour.

The Vientiane library is similar to the bookstore, but it doesn't like the bookstore only provides sales. They will also open some scriptures and classics that are more expensive for the shy students in their pockets to copy in the library. According to Liu Wei, it's a bit like a modern library, but it's not as formal as a library, just to provide a convenience for the poor students who are dedicated to learning.

The neighborhood of bayangfang is either a book shop or a literary and ink shop. The street usually has the most literati. This small town has become a top scholar in the Imperial Academy since it came to the city and county. For decades, the Prime Minister of the country has paid special attention to academic education. He hopes that one day another big man will bring some happiness to his hometown.

The other side chose the Vientiane museum to meet, is it coincidence or intention?

Either the Vajra Sutra or the Gewu poetry volume are all related to the book. It seems that the other side is also a scholar?

With a lot of questions, Liu Wei and Rong Ling discussed for a while.

Rong Ling's view is different from Liu Wei's: "the bodyguard has come here for a month, after many twists and turns, there is no clue, you and I just came here half a day, someone came to the door personally, do you think it's a coincidence?"

It's no coincidence, of course.

It's overqualified for you to come out of the palace and check the details in the remote countryside, but a whole team of people, after a month, have nothing to do with it, which means that the other party has hidden so deep that they can even play with the people in the palace.

The other side soon found out their whereabouts and came to the door in person, which shows what, that the other side can explore their route and know when they will enter the city and which store they will stay in.

But all the way down, they didn't find that they were being followed.

Rong Ling's line of sight is sharp. His eyebrows are fixed on the small letter paper. For a moment, he picks it up again and spreads it to Liu Wei's eyes.

Liu Wei stared at the line and looked again. After reading it this time, her face changed.

"The shopkeeper said that the letter was written by a child, not a teenager or a young man. The shopkeeper was not confused when he was young. The child who was counted as a child in his mouth was no more than ten years old at the top of the sky. The character of the child who was in his teens was well written. The formal regular script could not be practiced in seven or eight years."

The city and county belong to the west of Xinjiang. The place is remote and the folk custom is simple. It's easy to raise a child who is ten years old and produces flowers. He only needs money to buy paper and ink. He studies hard every day and doesn't care about paper and pen. How can he achieve a small success with a few years' effort.

But this is hard to achieve in the barren and barren border areas. Generally, people have to count rice grains to pour down when they eat and cook. How can they have so much free money to raise a learning child?

So now the situation has become very contradictory. First of all, the other party is indeed a scholar. Only the children of cultivated and educated families can easily write such a good work in their childhood.

Secondly, the other side is not an ordinary literati. The ordinary literati are not familiar with the world, or simple and honest. But this time, the people they face can turn around the people you sent to the palace, turn around, and accurately confirm their whereabouts.

It's not surprising that the two forms are separated, but together, they are very delicate.

Rong Ling is not sure about tomorrow's trip. He is good at conspiracy theory. He is afraid that this is a trap.

Liu Wei plans to gamble: "since the other side is sending children, it's reassuring for us to come here. Maybe the other side really just wants to see us?"

They are not easy to loosen their brows, but there are many secrets in this town and county that they didn't expect before they came.

The next day.

Before noon, Liu Wei and Rong Ling arrived at the porridge shop opposite the Vientiane hall. The boss was a simple and honest young man. They asked for two bowls of porridge and two plates of steamed bread. The boss saw that they were strangers, so he used the big bowl to pack them and sent two more plain steamed buns.

Rong Ling looks up at him.

The boss laughs out a big white tooth: "two young men are strangers, our county town is small, strangers are rare, these are not worth money, you eat it, eat it, next time to play."

Liu Wei said thanks with a smile. While drinking porridge, she stared at the Vientiane Museum across the street with good eyes. From time to time, she could see Mr. Yang Lao of Taili Bookstore holding a story book and reading it with relish.

From the second quarter of the past to the second quarter of the afternoon, the porridge was finished, and the steamed bread was almost eaten, but no one appeared.

Liu Wei frowned and looked at Rong Ling.

Rong Leng sinks her eyes and raises her hand to the guards who are hiding nearby to let them retreat.Liu Wei lowered her voice and said, "if it's because they're here that they don't show up, I'm really curious. They are so smart?"

"Do you have anything else to eat, my guest?" The porridge shop owner collected the empty bowl on their table and asked as he wiped the table.

They've been sitting here for too long, but they can't leave at will. So Liu Wei has to order another two bowls of sweet potato soup.

Sweet and Zizi's soup was brought up quickly. Liu Wei was full just now. Now she can't drink it very much. Rong Ling took two drinks. It's too sweet, so she didn't move.

Until the third quarter of noon, the other side has not yet appeared, Liu Wei some can not sit, in the end take a bowl of soup, drink a mouthful.

Half down, the bottom of the bowl will be clear up, Liu Wei didn't care, but suddenly a left line of sight, she was stunned.

He drank all the sweet soup with two mouths in succession. Sure enough, the bottom of the bowl was engraved with words, which were written on the top. He entered the Taili bookstore.

Liu Wei and Rong Ling look at each other. Rong Ling frowns and calls the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper came over, he was still smiling. It seemed that they put the empty bowl in front of their eyes. The shopkeeper didn't ask anything, just bent down to collect the bowl and looked up at the opposite book office. It was still the simple and honest look: "I don't know if you go."

It's really a group.

Rong Leng's face was taut, but Liu Wei smiled and said in a good temper, "it's like a spy's joint."

The shopkeeper looked at her suspiciously and didn't seem to understand the meaning of "spy".

Liu Wei did not dispel his doubts. He put a piece of silver into the Taili Bookstore together with Rong Ling.

Mr. Yang of the bookstore was still in his old age. Seeing them coming, he could not get up, so he raised his chin and asked them to take the books on the counter.

That's a copy of the fahua Sutra.