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Xie Jianhua returned from the border region a couple of days ago, taking Daya back to his hometown to share the good news and let them know he was safe.
While taking a walk in the village with Daya, they saw Zheng Nanle and came over to thank him.
When Xie Jianhua learned from the provincial investigation team that the evidence that would exonerate him had suddenly appeared on his desk, he inexplicably thought of Er Ya.
At this moment, he tentatively spoke up: "I'm sorry to have troubled you with my matter. You must have gone to a lot of trouble to find evidence of my innocence, Er Ya. And thank you to my boss as well."
Zheng Nanle waved his hand, slightly disdainfully saying, "It was just a small thing."
It's because he's too useless; he fell into a trap as soon as someone set it up and was easily brought down.
The trap set by the other party was crude. Compared to her investigation in Sichuan, finding evidence against Xie Jianhua and his superiors was indeed not tiring at all.
Xie Jianhua understood the situation and kept this kindness in his heart.
"Has your position been reinstated?" Zheng Nanle asked again.
"It's back to normal."
“That’s perfect. I’ve caught two people and found several gold and silver treasures, antiques, and paintings in the mountains. You can call someone over to take them away.”
Xie Jianhua wanted to grab Zheng Nanle's hand and shake it hard.
He just returned and was given such a great achievement; he's truly a benefactor in his life.
While others rely on their fathers, fathers-in-law, or wives, he relied on his wife's younger sister to carry him to success.
"I'm going to make a phone call."
Xie Jianhua made a phone call to his former boss; he needed to show his achievements, and so did his former boss.
Because Zheng Nanle mentioned several treasure locations, a whole company of them came this time.
They were divided into groups of ten and went to twelve different places.
Including what was previously discovered, the continuous green hills behind Liushan Village contain a total of thirteen treasure sites.
Besides the treasure, there was also a mass grave, three abandoned experimental caves, four imitation ancient tombs, a stone tortoise statue carrying a stone tablet that was bound by iron chains, and a huge rock that looked like a long needle stuck upside down in the ground. Zheng Nanle felt that everything was very strange.
It's like they're secretly practicing some kind of evil magic.
After giving the treasure and the small fish to Xie Jianhua, Zheng Nanle went to find the Taoist priest who had started secretly performing divination again because of the relaxation of policies from above.
Zheng Nanle didn't consult a fortune teller; the fortune teller's eyesight wasn't very good, she had cataracts, and Zheng Nanle didn't trust her.
Although he felt that this ordinary world without any superpowers probably wouldn't have any mystical arts or extraordinary people, he couldn't resist the novels' constant mention of sacrificial arrays, resurrection arrays, and fortune-stealing arrays. In addition, considering that he and Er Ya were two ghosts, Zheng Nanle thought it over and decided to seek help from a Taoist priest who had been passed down for generations.
She handed the Taoist priest the simple map she had drawn and asked him if it was some kind of formation.
The Taoist priest dressed himself up to look like an immortal, and although he wasn't wearing a Taoist robe (he dared not wear one, as the policy had been relaxed but was not yet clear), his loose-fitting indigo-blue open-fronted robe was quite similar to a Tang suit, which made him look rather lean and vigorous, like a pine tree or a surging wave.
He stroked his neatly trimmed goatee, stared at the map and nodded seriously, preparing to give a persuasive speech and steer the conversation towards science to discourage the young man from being so superstitious. But the more he looked at the map, the more familiar it seemed.
He couldn't pretend anymore. He squinted at the map for a long time, then hissed and accidentally plucked out a few whiskers. "No way, I must have misread it."
The Taoist priest put down the map, ignored Zheng Nanle, went to the room, and rummaged through the chests and boxes.
Zheng Nanle followed and saw the Taoist priest rummaging through the box, muttering, "I remember putting it here, wrapped in a red leather bag, how could it be gone?"
Unable to find the box, he searched through other boxes.
Zheng Nanle stood at the door, scanned the area with his mental energy, and found the book that matched what he had been muttering under the foot of the bed near the wall.
She pushed the bed, used a stick to pry the book out, unwrapped the newspaper covering it, and handed it to the Taoist priest, asking, "Is this the book?"
The Taoist priest took it, flipped through it, and nodded happily, "Yes, yes, this is the book."
He glanced at the corner of the wall, then at the book, and said in surprise, "How did it get there? How strange, how strange. Oh, I remember now."
The Taoist priest remembered that in the village next door, a young man was arrested and sent to a farm because a foreign language book was found in his room. He was so frightened that he felt the book was not safe even though it was covered in red, so that night he sawed off a piece of the leg of his bed and used the book as a pad.
Even if someone sees this book under the bed, seeing it's pressed down by the bed leg, they'll find it too troublesome to take.
The abducted young man, Zheng Dahu: "..."
Zheng Nanle, who deliberately let Zheng Dahu capture him: "..."
So it's all her fault after all.
He found the book, quickly flipped to the section he wanted, and happily held it up to Zheng Nanle, saying, "Look, doesn't it look just like it?"
Zheng Nanle took a look and found that although the symbols were different, the lines were connected and were very similar.
The drawing she made was missing a part.
The Taoist priest walked forward and marked a few more places on Zheng Nanle's map with a pen, saying, "That's right."
He asked Zheng Nanle, "Layman, where did you get this picture?"
Zheng Nanle looked up from the book and said, "We need to conduct an on-site survey of the deep mountains behind Liushan Village."
The Taoist priest looked up in fright, his face turning deathly pale. "Are you kidding me? This little place of ours can actually harbor dragon veins and be called a land of rising dragons?"
That's right, this formation is called the Dragon Slaying Formation.
Bind the dragon's limbs and tail, break off its horns, tighten the reins around its three-inch mark, and drive the nail into its seven-inch mark to kill the true dragon.
The mass grave suppresses three inches, the abandoned experimental cave tightens seven inches, the giant boulder like a long needle pierces the heart, four imitation ancient tombs confine the limbs, the stone tortoise statue carrying a stone tablet is bound by iron chains, and thirteen treasures are the burial place of the true dragon, the burial objects of a tomb with the sky as its cover and the earth as its coffin.
What Zheng Nanle saw before was two high mountains with flat tops, which were the dragon's head. Because the dragon's horns were broken, the dragon's head had no sharp point.
Zheng Nanle offered no explanation; she was lost in bewilderment.
It really is a formation.
Who exactly is promoting feudal superstition?
But now that she had discovered this, all she could do was resort to feudal superstition. She asked, "How do we break the formation?"
"Let me see." The Taoist picked up the book, and Zheng Nanle followed along. "The stone from the South China Sea's edge, the water from the two rivers of the northern desert, the true dragon's blood from the East China Sea, the ten-thousand-year-old ice from the western frontier, and then take the ancestral soil from the Central Plains, grind it into powder, mix it into mud, inject it into the heart of the dragon vein, then remove the nails and remove the bindings, and the formation can be broken."
"When the formation is broken, the emperor, along with his meritorious ministers and people, will hold a grand ritual in Luotian, and the dragon vein can be revived."
"The 'Stone at the End of the World' refers to a stone located at the ends of the earth, or something else? The 'Water from the Two Rivers of the Northern Desert' refers to the water at the confluence of the Heilongjiang and Ussuri Rivers, or the Songhua and Heilongjiang Rivers? The 'True Dragon Blood of the East Sea' refers to what kind of 'true dragon'? The 'Eternal Ice of the Western Frontier' refers to ice that never melts, or jade that resembles ice? The 'Ancestral Soil of the Central Plains' refers to the Yellow Emperor, which is fine, but does it have to be soil from the Youxiong region, or soil from Xuanyuan Hill? And where is Xuanyuan Hill located?" Zheng Nanle asked.
The Taoist scratched his head, flipped through the pages again and again, then flipped them over with both hands, "I don't know, perhaps there are more detailed records on Longhu Mountain?"
There were no annotations in the book, and he was completely baffled.
Zheng Nanle copied down the diagram and the solution, and said to the Taoist priest, "You must keep this to yourself. If it gets out, you will be punished for treason."
The Taoist priest covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.
Zheng Nanle rushed back to the capital overnight and handed over the solution to the battle formation and his own discovery to the right person.
Afterwards, she climbed over the wall into Lu Guangbai's courtyard house and collapsed on the bed.
She's exhausted from this period, and she's done everything she needed to do; she needs to rest.
It was Friday, and as usual, Lu Guangbai rode his bicycle back to the courtyard house. He was overjoyed to see the familiar indigo clothes on the clothes rack.
Nanle is back.
Lu Guangbai let go of the bicycle and ran into the room.
Sure enough, Zheng Nanle was lying in bed.
The room was dimly lit, with no lights on. The outline of a person could only be barely discerned with the naked eye. The darkness concealed the person's appearance. Even so, Lu Guangbai still thought the person sleeping soundly in front of him was damnably beautiful, captivating his eyes and making him reluctant to look away.
He walked to the bedside and sat down, touched her hand that was sticking out of the bed, and then held it in his palm.
After a moment, he couldn't resist kissing her cheeks repeatedly.
After being kissed and cuddled for a while, Zheng Nanle slept very peacefully, even snoring softly. Lu Guangbai smiled slightly as he listened to the cute little snores.
His stomach rumbled with hunger, and Lu Guangbai reluctantly let go of Zheng Nanle's hand, tucked it into the blanket and rubbed it a few times before getting up and leaving.
He quietly closed the door, then began to close the main gate and pushed his bicycle.
Fortunately, the area is quite safe; the gate is always open, and even when bicycles are lying on the ground, no one comes to steal them.
After doing all this, Lu Guangbai went to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of dumplings to fill his stomach. Then he asked a neighbor to buy an old hen and slowly simmered it into a soup.
Once Nanle wakes up, it will be just the right time to drink.
Lu Guangbai went to the room and found Zheng Nanle still sleeping. He took a shower and went to the room again, but Zheng Nanle was still sleeping.
Lu Guangbai gently shook her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Nan Le, Nan Le, get up and eat."
Zheng Nanle slapped him, turned over, and went back to sleep.
The slap was light, like swatting a mosquito, so Lu Guangbai didn't pay it any mind. He looked at the outline of the bed for a moment, then got into bed, put his arm around Zheng Nanle's waist, and started to sleep as well.
The skylight illuminates the room, and a warm fragrance fills the air.
Zheng Nanle opened her eyes and first sensed a familiar presence beside her. Turning her head, she saw Lu Guangbai nestled on her shoulder, his face as white as jade and his long eyelashes like fans, looking exactly like a sleeping beauty.
Zheng Nanle kissed his cheek, then got up, picked up his toiletries, and went out.
After brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth, she washed her face, wrung out the towel and hung it on the rack. When she turned around, she saw Lu Guangbai standing at the door, yawning.
"Good morning," Zheng Nanle said.
"Good morning, Nanle." Lu Guangbai went to the kitchen. "I made chicken soup last night. Have a bowl of soup to warm your stomach first, and then I'll make you a bowl of chicken noodle soup."
"Okay." Zheng Nanle was already craving something just from hearing Lu Guangbai's description. She swallowed hard and went to her room to wipe her face and mouth.
After tidying himself up, Zheng Nanle went out and saw chicken soup on the table in the main room.
The chicken soup was golden and clear, with not much oil. A few bright red goji berries and slices of American ginseng floated on top, and there was also a chicken leg inside. It looked so appetizing.
Zheng Nanle reached out and touched it; the temperature was just right. She picked up the bowl and gulped down the soup in one go.
The chicken soup is neither oily nor greasy, neither too salty nor too bland, but fresh, fragrant and slightly sweet, making it very appetizing.
After drinking the soup in one gulp, Zheng Nanle picked up the chicken leg bone, started eating the chicken leg, and then disgustedly threw it aside.
The chicken legs were stewed until they were too soft and the flavor had all seeped into the broth. The chicken legs were neither chewy nor flavorful, and they were unpalatable.
After a moment, Lu Guangbai brought out a bowl of chicken noodle soup. On top of the soup was a soft-boiled fried egg and a few green vegetables, with bright red chili sauce on top, stimulating both the eyes and the taste buds.
Zheng Nanle ate the fried egg and vegetables first, then mixed the chili sauce with the soup noodles and started eating.
The chili sauce is spicy and salty, aggressively invading all the taste buds, strongly stimulating them, making it impossible to stop eating. Even after finishing the whole bowl of noodles, you still feel unsatisfied and can't help but drink the soup broth clean.
Cool.
Zheng Nanle gave Lu Guangbai a thumbs up.
This is the kind of life we should enjoy.
What kind of life did she lead after leaving Lu Guangbai?
Lu Guangbai had already finished washing up and was eating noodles. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Want some more? I have some more."
Zheng Nanle waved his hand and asked, "Is Grandpa with Old Master Zhang?"
"right."
"Let's go and bring Grandpa back. He's been bothering Old Master Zhang long enough."
"Is everything done?"
"I've finished everything I needed to do here," Zheng Nan said happily.
In just one month, the espionage case that originated from human traffickers has been largely resolved and is now in its final stages.
Although Zheng Nanle submitted the list of Grandpa Zhang's names, she specifically noted that this person should not be moved for the time being.
Well, we still need Old Master Zhang's protection to bless the Lu family.
Lu Guangbai was delighted, "That's great! You'll stay in the capital afterward, right? You will, you will. We'll transfer your household registration here and get our marriage certificate."
What he really wanted was to get a marriage certificate; it had become a real worry for him.
“Okay.” Zheng Nanle licked his lips. “Now that I’ve lost my job, I’ll have to trouble Dr. Lu to take care of me.”
“Okay.” Dr. Lu nodded excitedly. “With the government opening up the private economy, I plan to open my family’s traditional clinic after graduation. When I treat patients, you can stay by my side. We’ll run a husband-and-wife business.”
"Okay, that sounds pretty good."
Zheng Nanle imagined the scene: she was sitting at the door, swaying in a rocking chair and basking in the sun, while Lu Guangbai was inside wearing a white coat, examining patients and taking their pulses.
The wind is warm and the sun is shining; life is peaceful and serene.
very nice.
It perfectly matches her envisioned retirement days.
Zheng Nanle was also looking forward to it.
After Lu Guangbai finished cleaning up the dishes, he rode his bicycle with Zheng Nanle to the military compound.
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