Chapter 337 My own wife, I will feel sorry for her myself

The man from Southern Xinjiang answered honestly, "We are the only ones who know about this. We have been in the capital. If we have any new news, we will send a pigeon to Southern Xinjiang."

After hearing this, the Mohist brothers understood something.

In the past, whenever the Mohist people went on an expedition and reached the border, the enemy would know exactly which Mohist general Dashun had sent, and even how many troops they had brought with them.

There is no doubt that there are spies from Southern Xinjiang in the capital.

They brothers wrote to Emperor Shunwu many times, hoping that he would take the matter seriously and send more people to find the spies in southern Xinjiang.

At that time, in order to get the Mo family to protect his country, Emperor Shunwu still attached some importance to their words.

But after sending people out to search many times, there was no result.

Unexpectedly, these two spies from southern Xinjiang were captured by them in the northwest by accident.

Thinking of this, the Mo brothers hated the person in front of them even more.

However, the brothers all knew that before they could vent their anger, they had to find out what they wanted to know.

Mo Jiuye continued to ask, "Yun Li has been dead for so long, didn't you notice any clues about the carrier pigeon message?"

What he thought was that Yun Li had been dead for so long, it was impossible that they had not passed on any news at all.

And judging from the appearance of this southern Xinjiang man, he didn't notice anything.

"The master often leaves the palace, and there is a trusted maid in the palace. When we send letters, it is usually the maid who receives them. If the master is not around, the maid will deliver the news directly to the emperor."

Now the problem is explained. Besides, it doesn't matter to the Mo brothers who is responsible for receiving the news in southern Xinjiang.

Mo Jiuye continued to ask, "Then how did Mr. Simeng instruct you to do things? Where are you hiding in the capital?"

"We live in Yong'an Lane in the capital. There is a big tree in front of our door. We have placed a bird's nest on the tree. Whenever our master or Mr. Simeng asks us to do something, they will put a note in the bird's nest.

Whenever we are in the capital, we will check every day to see if there are any new tasks."

As native Beijingers, the Mo brothers are very familiar with Yong'an Lane.

The reason why it is called Yong'an Lane is because it was built by King Yong'an, the only king of a different surname and a founding hero of the Dashun Dynasty.

Prince Yong'an had no descendants. Before he died, he took out all his property and transformed the place into countless houses, giving them to the homeless people to live in.

After hundreds of years of wind and rain, it has become the most mixed place in the capital.

These two people really know how to choose a place to hide. With the mess in Yong'an Lane, it's no wonder that Emperor Shunwu sent so many people but couldn't find them.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with their clothing and deliberate concealment.

Mo Jiuye could see that, with how cautious Mr. Simeng was, even his apprentice didn't know his whereabouts, so it was impossible for these two people who were temporarily used to know.

But we still need to ask clearly what needs to be asked.

"Did Mr. Simeng tell you how to hand over his precious pet after you find it?"

The Southern Border man shook his head. "He didn't say how to hand it over to him. If we find the pet, we must bring it back to the capital to temporarily raise it and wait for his next news."

"He ordered you to do something, it's impossible that he wouldn't give you any benefits at all, right?" Mo Jiuye continued to ask.

After hearing his words, the man from Southern Xinjiang unconsciously looked at the slightly bulging part of Mo Jiuye's chest.

"It's the purse you took. Inside it was the quick-breeding method he gave us."

When Mo Jiuye searched the two people just now, he found an inconspicuous small purse. He pinched it casually, thinking it was a banknote, so he did not check it carefully.

Now that the man from southern Xinjiang mentioned the purse, he took it out of his arms again.

Sure enough, there was no banknote in the purse, but a piece of paper covered with words.

Seeing that the above records are indeed related to the poisonous insects, it shows that this person from southern Xinjiang did not lie.

Mo Jiuye pondered for a moment and felt that he could not think of any other questions.

Then he nodded to his brothers who were ready to take revenge.

The brothers immediately understood what he meant.

Although this man from southern Xinjiang was not the murderer who persecuted the Mohist men, he also played a role in adding fuel to the fire. Therefore, torture was inevitable.

Mo Jiuye had already formed an idea in his mind at this moment, and had no intention of following his brothers to torture this person from southern Xinjiang.

After he gave a signal, he walked out of the cave accompanied by the screams of the people from southern Xinjiang.

He guessed that Mr. Simeng was most likely hiding in the capital of Dashun, otherwise he would not have thought of sending two spies from southern Xinjiang in the capital to the northwest to look for the golden-winged eagle.

If these two spies successfully find the golden-winged eagle, they will definitely bring it back to the capital. Wouldn't it be very convenient for him to get his beloved pet back?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he also had the urge to rush to the capital to find out what was going on.

But this matter is of great importance, and he needs to think it over carefully.

As the screams became quieter and quieter, Mo Jiuye was thinking about his plan in his mind and had unknowingly arrived at the foot of the mountain.

He Zhiran was worried that the two people from southern Xinjiang were too stubborn and that the Mo brothers would not be able to get any useful information from them, so he came here alone while his family was not paying attention.

As a result, he happened to meet Mo Jiuye walking down the mountain with a worried look on his face.

"Ranran, why are you here?"

When he saw his wife, Mo Jiuye ran over and carefully supported her.

When He Zhiran saw how nervous he was, he felt warm in his heart.

In modern times, she has never seen a husband treat his pregnant wife so carefully and protectively.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Besides, you've seen all the pregnant women in the village. They still work with men!"

"I don't care what others are like. I care about my own wife myself."

He Zhiran had gotten used to being protected like this since she became pregnant, so what she said just now was in vain.

"Can you tell me any useful information?" She simply changed the subject.

Mo Jiuye supported her and talked as they walked.

"They are all Yunli's men, and they can be considered spies stationed in Dashun by Southern Xinjiang..."

The two walked slowly, and on the way, Mo Jiuye told He Zhiran everything he had just asked.

He Zhiran's first thought was the same as Mo Jiuye's. They both thought that Mr. Simeng was most likely in the capital.

At the same time, He Zhiran also guessed Mo Jiuye's thoughts.

"Do you want to go to the capital?"

Mo Jiuye nodded heavily: "I do have this plan."

He Zhiran knew that her husband was not an impulsive person. Since he had made a decision, he must have thought it over carefully.

Besides, Mr. Simeng is currently the biggest enemy of the Mo family. If he can be found sooner, my father-in-law and my eldest and second brothers can be reunited with their family sooner.