Chapter 73: Clues emerge that he is a spy!
Zhao Quesheng didn't want to go back to her uncle's house at all, but since her teacher had given the order, she didn't dare to disobey. She went back to her room dejectedly to pack her clothes.
Since she was going back for three days, she had to bring some change of clothes.
She deliberately procrastinated, and sure enough, she was kept up until dark.
Xiao Quesheng, holding his small bag, asked Jiang Tong miserably if he could leave tomorrow.
Jiang Tong was helpless. Seeing that curfew was approaching, she couldn't bear to kick her out, so she had to ask her to go back early the next morning.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Quesheng went there happily.
"Why do we have to let Quesheng go back? I don't think she wants to go back." Su Guanqing stood up from his chair, thinking of saying a few good words for his little apprentice.
Jiang Tong didn't want to tell Su Guanqing about the important events that would happen in three days. She simply said, "Although after becoming my disciple, I'll be responsible for her clothes, shoes, and even her future and life, if I don't let her go home, I'll inevitably be accused of being harsh on my apprentice."
"How could that be? Quesheng knows that you treat her well. Even Manager Zhao knows it in his heart." Su Guanqing felt Jiang Tong holding his hand, so he obediently followed her out.
"Let's talk later. Be careful with the threshold..." Jiang Tong pulled him out, turned back and locked the study door, then took his hand again and walked towards his room.
The matter has been decided, and success or failure is no longer in her control. In this last bit of time, she just wants to stay with him more, hold his hand, and listen to his voice.
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Feng Fuliu tiptoed out of his room and glanced at Su Guanqing's room next to him.
From outside the window, you can see candles burning inside, obviously Su Guanqing is not alone in there.
As Feng Fuliu approached the window, he could hear faint voices coming from inside.
...It seems that Su Guanqing doesn't need to trouble him tonight.
Feng Fuliu did not stop, turned around and walked towards the study.
It was already late at night, and there was no one near the study. Only a heavy black lock locked the study door.
Feng Fuliu pulled out a hairpin from her head and gently poked it into the keyhole. In the darkness, the keyhole made a "click" sound and opened.
Feng Fuliu slipped into the study and closed the door quietly.
The painting from the day is now on the paper wall -
The repair process cannot be accelerated artificially. When it is time to dry, you can only wait for it to dry in the shade on its own.
Any human intervention, such as drying in a furnace, will cause irreversible damage to the painting.
Jiang Tong planned to wait until tomorrow morning to finish this painting and continue with the next steps.
Feng Fuliu tiptoed to the bottom of the paper wall, took out a tinder, and looked at the painting in the faint light. He couldn't make out anything special, and then a dagger appeared in his hand.
He used the dagger to cut four times on the paper wall, took down the painting, and spread it flat on the desk.
——Just as Su Guanqing told him, these were two pieces of paper glued together.
Feng Fuliu tried to separate the fortune paper from the painting. However, the room was too dark, and he didn't have the skills to peel off the fortune paper. After trying for a long time, he still couldn't separate the two pieces of paper.
In a blink of an eye, I saw a basin of water under my feet.
He had an idea and soaked the entire painting in water.
After the glue softened, he took out the painting and separated the two pieces of paper with the light of a tinderbox.
There were about ten folded strips, each only a few millimeters wide, pasted on the back of the painting. Feng Fuliu glanced at it and his eyes stopped on one of the folded strips that was obviously wider. He opened it and saw that there were indeed a few words written inside.
Feng Fuliu had no time to think carefully. He stuffed the tiny note into his sleeve, hurried out of the study, and locked the door again.
It was already late at night and the second door had been closed for a long time. He didn't have the key, so naturally there was no way for him to go out directly through the main door.
He walked along the corridor and returned to his room, then lit a candle and looked carefully.
It says on it——
The two characters "Ren Zi" are followed by three horizontal bars with a cross on top.
...Ren Zi? Ren Zi day?
...So what do the three horizontal bars at the end mean? Why is there a cross?
Feng Fuliu thought about it again and again, but couldn't make a judgment immediately.
But the fact that Jiang Tong hid the secret letter in the painting was enough to tell him that Jiang Tong was indeed plotting something.
Just as he was thinking hard, he heard the sound of Su Guanqing's door opening and closing, followed by footsteps gradually moving away.
Feng Fuliu waited until the footsteps completely disappeared, then jumped up, put the small note back into his sleeve, walked out of the room and came to the wall behind the house.
It's almost four o'clock now. The second gate has been locked for a long time. There are servants guarding the gate, so there is still some time to leave.
Ever since Su Guanqing had bone pain on a rainy night and couldn't call anyone, Jiang Tong had restored order in the house. It hadn't been long since then, and I'm afraid none of the servants on duty dared to slack off.
If he wanted to leave without alerting others, he had to climb over the wall.
Just as Feng Fuliu climbed up the wall with both hands and was about to ride on it, a delicate shout suddenly came from the bottom of the wall:
"There's a thief!"
It’s Zhao Quesheng’s voice!
Before Feng Fuliu could make a sound, a brick flew towards him with a strong wind.
Feng Fuliu was hanging on the wall and couldn't dodge. It was obviously too late to climb up. In order to protect himself, he immediately let go of his hands and fell down.
Just as he was about to get up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, a broom hit him again.
Zhao Quesheng hit him while shouting at the top of his voice: "Hurry up! There's a thief!"
"Quesheng! It's me!" Feng Fuliu had no choice but to shout.
Zhao Quesheng recognized the sound as Feng Fuliu's and paused, "Why are you not sleeping so late at night? What are you doing?"
"I have something to do and need to go out." Feng Fuliu rubbed his arm that was hurt by the impact.
The little girl looks small, but she is actually quite strong!
And I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the places where the little girl hit were all vulnerable parts of the human body. If she had used a stick instead of a broom, Feng Fuliu would probably not be able to get up.
"Aren't you afraid of the curfew by going out at this time?" Zhao Quesheng put away the broom suspiciously. "It's almost five o'clock in the morning. You might as well wait until the curfew is over before going out. By then, the second gate will be open."
"What's the matter? Don't make any noise and don't tell anyone!" Feng Fuliu brushed off the dust and got up.
As he was speaking, Su Guanqing's voice suddenly came from the corner: "Quesheng?"
He had just laid down when he heard Zhao Quesheng calling outside, so he quickly got dressed and got up.
"Master, I'm here." Zhao Quesheng went over to greet him.
Su Guanqing's voice was also a little nervous: "Were you the one shouting just now? Was there a thief? Who were you talking to just now? I heard it seemed to be Fu Liu's voice? Is he here?"
Just as Zhao Quesheng was about to speak, she saw Feng Fuliu smiling, bowing to her, and then kowtowed to her.
She pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "No...I saw it wrongly."
Su Guanqing breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that nothing happened, it's good that nothing happened. Then you can go back to sleep early."
"I'll take Master back." Zhao Quesheng said.
Su Guanqing refused gently: "No, it's only two steps away, I can find my way back by myself. It's cold, you should go back to your room."
Zhao Quesheng did not insist and let go of Su Guanqing's hand. She was about to go to her room, but suddenly she looked back as if possessed by a ghost. Under the moonlight, she suddenly found a small note on the ground.
People who do calligraphy and painting restoration are very sensitive to paper and writing. Without thinking, she stepped forward and picked up the piece of paper.
When she saw clearly what it was, her mind exploded!
Ren Zi, Qian Gua (crossed out).
That was the note the teacher had written himself during the day!
Wasn't this note already sealed in the painting's heart? How did it end up here?
Just when she saw the note clearly, Feng Fuliu suddenly discovered that the small note she had hidden in her sleeve was missing!
He suddenly looked at Zhao Quesheng.
Zhao Quesheng also suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Fuliu.
For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other.
Feng Fuliu is a spy!
Zhao Quesheng reacted and was about to shout at Su Guanqing who had not yet entered the door.
All the servants on duty in the courtyard tonight were sent away by Jiang Tong. There would be no other servants inside the second gate from that evening until five o'clock the next morning. If she didn't call Su Guanqing, she wouldn't be able to get a second helper!
However, Feng Fuliu was faster than her. As soon as Zhao Quesheng opened her mouth, a big hand fell from the sky and covered her mouth and nose.
Zhao Quesheng struggled frantically. Even though she had learned a few kung fu moves from Aqiao in her spare time, she was only a thirteen-year-old child after all. How could she be a match for an adult man?
Her mouth and nose were covered tightly, and she couldn't make any sound. Her kicks and punches all seemed to hit the sandbags, hurting her but not causing any harm to Feng Fuliu.
Su Guanqing seemed to hear the sound of Zhao Quesheng struggling desperately. He stopped and listened carefully, but didn't hear anything unusual. He just thought it was a fight between weasels, so he walked back to his room.
With the sound of the door closing with a creak, Zhao Quesheng was completely desperate.
Feng Fuliu didn't let go. He didn't dare to take the risk. Su Guanqing's house was nearby, and he didn't want to deal with his old friend.
Gradually, Zhao Quesheng's struggles became smaller and smaller, until he stopped moving.
Feng Fuliu let go of his hand, and Zhao Quesheng's body slid down softly.
In the moonlight, she closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and there was still lingering fear in her expression.
"I'm sorry." Feng Fuliu moved his lips and apologized silently. He bent down and stuffed Zhao Quesheng into an auspicious jar next to the wing room.
It was almost winter, and there was a thin layer of ice on the surface of the auspicious jar.
Zhao Quesheng sank, and the thin ice that she crushed floated up again, blocking the water surface.
When the thin ice freezes over again tomorrow morning, no one will notice that Zhao Que has been born below.
Feng Fuliu dealt with Zhao Quesheng, put the wooden lid on the auspicious jar, picked up the small note on the ground, turned around and climbed up the wall, and left.
Just as Feng Fuliu's figure disappeared over the wall, a few bubbles emerged from the auspicious jar.
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