Chapter 690: Secret Message

But for the Qingyang State Preceptor, the jailer kept three points of politeness, let alone the subordinates.

The Qingyang State Preceptor picked up the food box and walked to the table, sitting down to eat.

Others thrown into Yang Palace for the first few days were mostly worried and unable to eat. She, however, ate and slept, as if she had seen through everything.

Today's prison food was two yellow flour steamed buns, each larger than her palm, steamed soft and fluffy, with a piece of half-fat, half-lean fragrant braised pork belly and stir-fried bean sprouts in the middle.

There was also a red apple and a bowl of monkey head mushroom stewed chicken soup.

Seeing this meal, other prisoners would drool all over the floor. But for the Qingyang State Preceptor, before entering the prison, she hadn't eaten such... down-to-earth food for many, many years.

The chicken soup was too full, and she didn't know if it was too bumpy in the process of being brought in by the attendant or the jailer, but the soup was spilled all over the bottom of the food box.

The Qingyang State Preceptor had just taken a bite of the meat-filled bun when she discovered that the soup at the bottom of the food box began to shrink.

This might be a natural phenomenon because the bottom of the box was painted with red lacquer and was not water-permeable.

But the Qingyang State Preceptor's eyes swept over the jailer's back outside the prison, and intentionally or unintentionally swept over the candle by the wall, and casually placed the lid halfway on the food box, just blocking the change at the bottom of the box.

This action was exceptionally natural, and many people placed the lid like this.

For the Preceptor of Qingyang, the candlelight by the wall was more worthy of vigilance than the jailers. The Ever-Bright Candles of the Tiangong had all sorts of marvelous uses; the most basic one was surveillance and insight.

Since she was already in Yang Palace, her every move was monitored by the Heavenly God.

However, at this moment, it was likely that only the Qingyang State Preceptor saw the mystery at the bottom of the box:

The soup gathered into a shape, actually turning into dozens of characters.

Nian Zanli's Nanxinzhuang cargo station has Snail Toad, has a large amount of summer-withered grass, has import records, has eyewitnesses.

Few words, big things.

Especially the words "Snail Toad" and "summer-withered grass" made a person like the Qingyang State Preceptor, who was calm in the face of danger, shrink her pupils slightly.

Only a few breaths later, the soup dispersed, and the handwriting disappeared.

This bit of supernatural power was performed without a trace.

The Qingyang State Preceptor chewed the steamed bun slowly, then blew the chicken soup cool and drank it, her thoughts spinning rapidly in her mind.

As the person behind the scenes who killed demons to take pearls, she naturally knew very well that Nian Zanli had nothing to do with the Snail Toad, summer-withered grass, or the entire immortality medicine case.

The sudden appearance of the Snail Toad and summer-withered grass in Nian Zanli's cargo station was highly likely to be someone framing him.

Why choose this time?

Was it because it was more convenient for the Snail Toad to move after the heavy rain?

No, it shouldn't be just that simple. She had only been arrested for a few days, and the Snail Toad that had disappeared for two months appeared in Lingxu City?

Wait a minute, is it because she confessed Dong Rui? In the eyes of outsiders, the appearance of the Snail Toad in Nian Zanli's cargo station could at most show that General Nian also had something to do with the immortality medicine case.

But in the eyes of the Qingyang State Preceptor and other insiders, the focus of this case at the moment was the source of the divine blood! She had already explained to the Tiangong that the source of the divine blood was Dong Rui, and this person was likely lurking in Lingxu City.

And the Snail Toad was Dong Rui's proud work.

Now, the Snail Toad appeared in Nian Zanli's cargo station, devouring summer-withered grass.

This equation could be drawn directly, approximately equal to divine blood and Nian Zanli having a connection? Don't forget, a few days ago, the old oak tree in a private house on Xiangmai Street suddenly mutated, and the neighbor's sheep demon ate its leaves and went crazy, killing people and destroying the street, causing a big commotion.

After the incident, two points had been verified:

First, the mutation of the old oak tree might have been caused by divine blood.

Second, the source of the disturbance was the servants in the house cleaning up the items left by the previous owner, accidentally breaking it on the roots of the oak tree.

That is to say, the previous owner privately held divine blood.

So who was this person?

Nian Zanli.

Both of these cases were related to Nian Zanli. To put it plainly, the immortality medicine case and the divine blood, these two dead holes that even high-level nobles didn't dare to touch, were all pointed at Nian Zanli now.

Her first thought was that this was deliberately done by the Frost Leaf State Preceptor. After all, Dong Rui and Xi Yunhe were under him, weren't they? Should she follow his intent?

But this was also very strange, because she knew in her heart that the Frost Leaf State Preceptor very much hoped to take this opportunity to dig out the god behind her.

He had worked so hard to set up this trap, how could he give up halfway?

Or rather, now that he had the advantage, how could he raise it high and put it down gently? Not to mention that the Frost Leaf State Preceptor also had gods standing behind him. Now that such a change had occurred, was he acting on his own, or did the god behind him intend to ease it? The struggle between gods was like her relationship with the Frost Leaf State Preceptor, sometimes gentle, sometimes smooth, sometimes endless! She finished her meal, and the leftovers were collected by the jailer who came in.

The Qingyang State Preceptor took a soft towel to wipe her mouth, walked to the glazed window, and sat down facing the mountain scenery.

Or perhaps, other forces in Lingxu City were also involved?

Should she seize this opportunity? She had been practicing the skill of assessing the situation for nearly two hundred years. But at this moment, she was still very contradictory and conflicted.

Was it more important to drag the Frost Leaf State Preceptor into the water, or was it more important to close the case quickly and let herself regain freedom? If this page wasn't turned, her new chapter wouldn't begin.

Two hours later.

Bai Ziqi walked into the depths of Yang Palace and saw the Qingyang State Preceptor sitting facing the setting sun, leaving him only a back.

He made his footsteps heavier, but the other party seemed not to notice.

Bai Ziqi approached, and the jailer opened the door for him immediately.

He walked into the prison cell, stopped at the side of the prisoner, and coughed lightly: "Qingyang State Preceptor."

Called for the second time, the Qingyang State Preceptor slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head slightly:

"Dou Envoy Bai."

"Have you lived comfortably these few days?" Bai Ziqi looked outside, "Did Yang Palace neglect you?"

"Everything is fine." The Qingyang State Preceptor looked at him and asked, "What happened?"

Bai Ziqi raised his eyebrows: "You know?"

"If nothing happened outside, how would a busy person like Dou Envoy Bai have time to visit a useless old woman?" The Qingyang State Preceptor laughed at herself.

Bai Ziqi looked at her carefully twice.

Even with the setting sun adding color, the owner of the Qinggong, famous all over the world, had lost her original ruddy complexion, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to have increased by two lines.

Her beauty was fading in sync with her halo.

Bai Ziqi certainly wouldn't soften his heart. What he was thinking was, although the Qingyang State Preceptor was trapped here, was she really completely disconnected from the outside world? "Speaking of the list of people who bought immortality medicine..."

"I'm sorry, I've already confessed that it was burned with Qingfu Temple." The Qingyang State Preceptor sighed lightly, "Evidence unfavorable to me, how could I keep it?"

"The Qingyang State Preceptor didn't record the big customers?"

The Qingyang State Preceptor laughed: "These trivial matters are all done by Qingfu Temple, how would I have the time to turn page by page?"

Bai Ziqi also laughed: "Too regrettable. The memorial from the Treasure Tree King just arrived today, mentioning several names, which is a suspicious list of people who have taken immortality medicine, and would like to ask the Emperor to help screen them after catching the mastermind."

After saying that, he held out a memorial, spread it on the table, and pointed the red-inked lines to the Qingyang State Preceptor.

The Qingyang State Preceptor walked over, and her heart was secretly shocked when she saw those names.

What a Treasure Tree King, this is falling into the trap.

Bai Ziqi said leisurely: "I convey the Emperor's words, asking if you have any impression of these names?"

The Qingyang State Preceptor's eyes moved slightly.

The Emperor's words?

She didn't doubt that this was really the Demon Emperor's meaning; the matter was of great importance, and Bai Ziqi wouldn't dare to falsely convey the Emperor's will.

Yes, there were many buyers of immortality medicine, and it wouldn't be acceptable not to catch a few to explain. Neither the common people nor the gods would be satisfied.

Countless thoughts turned in her mind, and after several weighings, she pointed out a few names on the list: "Now that you mention it, I really remember. Hmm, these families bought it, and more than once."

Bai Ziqi inquired carefully about the purchase situation of these families, and the Qingyang State Preceptor knew everything.

The Douyun Envoy made the transcript himself and moved it to the Qingyang State Preceptor to see: "Confirm it's correct, then press the seal."

With this signature and fingerprint from the Qingyang State Preceptor, it indicated that someone in the Royal Court was about to fall into big trouble.

The wealth, power, and fame accumulated by these aristocratic families for decades or a hundred years were about to be washed away because of the Qingyang State Preceptor's light pointing.

This feeling of holding power... The Qingyang State Preceptor exhaled lightly; it's a pity, this is the last time she will experience it.

"Coming here today, I also want to ask you about someone." Bai Ziqi took a pot of wine and two silver cups from his storage ring, "Have two sips?"

The Qingyang State Preceptor smiled.

Bai Ziqi poured her a full cup, and she picked it up and sniffed it twice before saying: "Full Man Ting Fang, at least thirty years old."

The owner of the Qinggong was naturally very particular about her food and drink, and this "Full Man Ting Fang" was one of her favorite fine wines, soft and long-lasting, a special supply from the East.

In the future, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to drink it again.

Of course, the Qingyang State Preceptor was as calm as water when tasting wine, without revealing a trace. Bai Ziqi sitting opposite was a smiling tiger, only kind on the surface, but actually a sharp blade of the Tiangong.

The two fought over the immortality medicine case, going back and forth several rounds.

Before finding the temple keeper "Kong Jiaxiang," the fish that slipped through the net of Qingfu Temple, the Qingyang State Preceptor was one step ahead of Bai Ziqi in everything, almost handling all clues cleanly, leaving him nowhere to start, and under great pressure between the Tiangong, the Emperor, and public opinion.

Now that she was caught, Bai Ziqi coming to see her was a demonstration in itself.

She wouldn't mention the truth or falsehood of Kong Jiaxiang again; it was meaningless.

"Regarding General Nian Zanli, how much does the Qingyang State Preceptor know?"

Sure enough, he came for this. The Qingyang State Preceptor didn't let go of the cup: "Recognize."

"I heard he has always wanted to counterattack Yuan Nation, and the Qingyang State Preceptor has also been a lobbyist for him to borrow troops several times."

"This person is determined and is a good hand at training troops."

Bai Ziqi smiled: "They all say that Beijia has famous generals like clouds."

The Qingyang State Preceptor looked at him: "A thousand troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find. Which country would be so arrogant as not to want to collect a few more strong generals?"

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