Chapter 417: Aren't you also widowed?

Two days later, Chang'an.

The personal guard presented a simple brocade box without a signature, along with the handkerchief, to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was reviewing military reports, looked up when he heard the words, his gaze fell on the brocade box and the handkerchief, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Who sent it?"

"Back to the General, it was a little beggar-like person who threw it to the gatekeeper and ran away, only saying it was a thank-you gift from a lady to the General, and the gatekeeper couldn't catch up." The personal guard replied.

Luo Feng waved away the personal guard and picked up the handkerchief.

Neat handwriting, subtle expression, no signature, only calling herself "a woman in the temple."

He opened the brocade box, the pine smoke ink is good ink, but not rare.

He picked up the hand-copied military book and unfolded it slowly.

The handwriting is the same as the one on the handkerchief, neat and clear, obviously having put in effort.

The content is indeed some military miscellaneous theories with quite insights, and the discussions on "managing the border with real benefits to guide the people" and "military system is expensive in precision, not in quantity" in several places even coincide with some views Jiang Jinshi and he discussed privately.

Luo Feng's mouth curled up, it really came.

This thank-you gift was sent very cleverly, elegant without being deliberate, not only showing talent, but also fitting his martial general identity, and even more faintly revealing the other party's understanding of him.

The content of the hand-copy is even more sinister. If he were really a general who was dissatisfied with Beijiang's current situation and the Lord's new policy but had no one to complain to, seeing these arguments that matched his heart, he would probably treat them as a confidant and have a great liking for the person who gave the book.

He put down the book and thought calmly.

Should he accept these things or not?

If according to common sense, gifts from a woman met by chance, especially this kind of copy with heart, accepting it easily will cause gossip and is also easy to leave evidence.

But what he is playing now is a role who is dissatisfied with the new policy, feels oppressed by the status quo, and longs to be understood.

Facing such an intimate gift, if he refuses decisively, it will appear abnormal instead, which may make the person behind it vigilant.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Feng made a decision.

He called the personal guard: "Go, invite Wang Hou over quietly."

The personal guard took the order and left, and soon Wang Hou came in quietly.

During this period of time, because these people were staring at Luo Feng, Wang Hou was mostly here, not in the rear.

After seeing Wang Hou, Luo Feng was not polite, pushed the brocade box to him, and whispered: "Look at these two things.

The ink is fine, the point is this volume of copy, and this handkerchief.

I want to know the possible range of the origin of this ink, the source of the paper and ink of this copy, and which mansions and shops this handkerchief might come from.

And the little beggar who sent the things, who might have instructed him. Check it out as soon as possible, but be secret, don't startle the snake."

Wang Hou didn't know these things, but he had a shopkeeper who pretended to be a businessman under him, who knew these things quite well, so he immediately passed the order to let people come over.

After the shopkeeper came, he took it with both hands and looked at it carefully for a while before saying: "General, this ink is the best ancient Huizhou pine smoke, stored properly, it should be an old thing with some years, the source is hard to say, but it is not something ordinary families can use.

This copy uses Jade Version Xuan, which is the best of Xuan paper, expensive, the ink color is dark and bright, it is the top-level purple jade light.

As for this handkerchief..."

He picked up the handkerchief, looked at the texture carefully against the light, and sniffed, "It is a genuine product from Huansha Creek in Shu, the texture is tough, and there is a faint floral fragrance.

In Chang'an, the mansions that can afford this kind of silk... are not few, and it will take some time to investigate.

As for that little beggar... the subordinate will immediately send people to check."

Luo Feng nodded: "I will accept the things for the time being, you rub the handwriting, and copy the important or suggestive paragraphs in the book.

I will put the original things in a conspicuous place on the desk later, but I will not use them."

"Yes, General."

The shopkeeper understood, carefully put away the things, bowed and retreated.

Luo Feng and Wang Hou sat in the study, their eyes falling on the brocade box again.

The other party has already made a move, this gift is both a probe and a temptation.

Unfortunately, they miscalculated one point.

He, Luo Feng, has never wavered in his belief in the Lord and Beijiang's path.

These scholar-gentry and powerful clans will never understand what is the friendship of comrades, what is the ideal of living and dying together.

However, the play still has to be performed.

He stood up, put the brocade box casually on a position on the bookshelf that was not conspicuous but could be seen by visitors, as if he really just accepted an ordinary thank-you gift, and did not pay special attention to it, but did not deliberately hide it.

Wang Hou couldn't help but tease: "Why don't you just follow it! I have also seen that woman, she is indeed not bad!"

Luo Feng knew that this brother was teasing him, and didn't get angry: "The world is not yet peaceful, where do these thoughts come from?"

"It doesn't matter! If you like it, when Huang Yan exterminates the clan, keep her life!" Wang Hou raised his eyebrows, the usually serious him rarely said such a joke.

Luo Feng couldn't help it this time, and replied: "Aren't you also widowed? How can you be embarrassed to urge me?"

Wang Hou laughed, not daring to continue, he couldn't beat the madman Luo, and was afraid of being beaten if he said too much.

A few days later, west of Chang'an city, Hanmolin Bookstore.

This is a small but quite famous bookstore, specializing in all kinds of ancient books, local chronicles, and maps, where literati and ink guests often linger.

Luo Feng brought a personal guard, browsing between the bookshelves as if casually.

He came here today, claiming to the outside world that he was "looking for a few volumes of detailed maps of Guanzhong mountains and rivers to prepare for defense," but in fact, he received a secret report from Wang Hou.

Fu Qingshuang will "happen" to come here this afternoon to look for a rare local chronicle of the previous dynasty, which is naturally another "chance encounter" arranged by Dou Wen and others.

Luo Feng's gaze swept over the bookshelves, his heart calm and waveless.

He changed into a dark blue casual clothes that looked a bit scholarly today, less sharp than when he was in military uniform, and more steady.

Just then, a familiar fragrance drifted over, Luo Feng looked sideways slightly, and saw the bead curtain of the side door leading to the inner room of rare ancient books move lightly, and Fu Qingshuang in a moon-white dress walked out accompanied by a shopkeeper-like person.

She held a brocade book cover in her hand, with a faint smile of relief between her brows, seemingly having found a favorite object.

When she looked up, her gaze happened to meet Luo Feng's.

Fu Qingshuang was obviously stunned, and her footsteps paused.

Her makeup today was more exquisite than the last time in the temple, but still elegant, with only a white jade hairpin in her hair, which made her look light and plain.

After a brief astonishment, she quickly returned to her usual calm, bowed slightly to Luo Feng's direction, which was considered a greeting.

Luo Feng sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he showed a trace of just the right surprise, which then turned into a gentle smile.

He took the initiative to step forward a few steps, arched his hands and said: "Miss Fu, I didn't expect to meet you here again, it's really a coincidence."

Fu Qingshuang returned the salute, her voice still clear: "General... General Luo, it is indeed a coincidence. The General also came here to look for books?" ===== CHAPTER 418 =====