Chapter 463 Yan Wu's Secret
Thinking that the Daliang envoy would be coming to the court today, Lin Zhiqing felt a little uneasy. She said:
"People from Daliang will be arriving soon. Everyone, please be careful and don't let them catch you."
"If anything happens, please let me know immediately so we can discuss it in detail."
"Okay." Lin Shian and Lin Yangyang nodded in unison.
Yan Yu kept staring at the fake Yan Hang's body, and his whole body exuded a feeling of anger and sadness.
"Yan Wu." Lin Yangyang spoke up, "You know Sister Qing's ability to read people's faces."
"Since she analyzed that Xiaohang is still alive, then he must be alive."
"Tell us his information, and we can help you find him."
Lin Zhiqing and Lin Shian also looked at Yan Yu, their eyes full of concern and support.
Yan Wu slowly raised his eyes: "I'm going to Daliang!"
He obviously suspected that Yan Hang was in Daliang.
Lin Zhiqing thought about the flute player and always felt that the flute player might have something to do with Yan Yu.
Because the fake Yan Hang had been trying his best to prevent Yan Wu from getting close to the flute player these days, while the fake Yan Hang himself wanted to explore the flute player.
Previously, Lin Zhiqing asked Xiao Yan to tell Yan Yu that watching the flute man bathe was just a cover.
Sure enough, Yan Hang found a way to stop Yan Yu.
This further confirmed Lin Zhiqing's idea, but she also knew that the flute player had no birthmark. What if she told Yan Yu rashly and made him feel disappointed?
Thinking of this, she opened her mouth softly:
"Yan Wu, if you want to leave, please go to the flute man's yard first. I have something to tell you."
Yan Yu glanced at Lin Zhiqing and nodded slowly.
Lin Zhiqing took a deep breath.
After several people dealt with the fake Yan Hang's body, Lin Zhiqing returned to Shuqing Pavilion.
Her mind was in a tizzy.
Why did this fake Yan Hang appear in the Lin family?
He seemed to care a lot about the flute player, and he had previously framed the servants, seemingly deliberately trying to win the sympathy of most people.
Moreover, Yan Yu had just told Lin Zhiqing about the strange behavior of the fake Yan Hang in the past few days.
Yan Hang seemed reluctant to leave the Lin family.
The current situation was too complicated. Based on just a few words, Lin Zhiqing couldn't tell whether the fake Yan Hang was coming for Yan Yu or the Lin family.
In short, this fake Yan Hang is inseparable from Dasheng.
Counting three generations from Lin Zhiqing onwards, every member of the Changning Marquisate had a feud with Daliang.
Lin Qingshan and Lin Congrong were brave and good at fighting. They defeated Daliang step by step and forced him to cede the city in exchange for peace.
Lin Zhiqing overturned the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion and exposed the fact that the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion had dealings with Daliang.
All these things made Lin Zhiqing a little worried about the upcoming palace banquet.
She took a deep breath. The Lin family really was living on the edge of a knife at all times.
It seems that she has to plan carefully this time.
The next day, Yan Yu found Lin Zhiqing early.
Lin Zhiqing took him to the flute player's yard.
"Yan Yu, wait a moment, I have something to tell you." Lin Zhiqing said.
Yan Wu's eyelashes trembled: "Skeleton Spirit, wait a minute, I have something to tell you too."
His hands were not as natural as usual, and were slightly hidden behind him.
Lin Zhiqing knew what was going on and knew that Yan Wu was probably going to tell her about the thing that was wriggling on his wrist.
Even if he didn't say it, Lin Zhiqing could guess a little bit.
Only living things move. That day when she met Yan Wu, she felt the movement of living things.
After the poisonous ants crawled out of the fake Yan Hang's body, Yan Yu put them into his sleeves.
Lin Zhiqing didn't think there was enough space in his sleeve to catch a dead ant.
Therefore, the ant was most likely fed by Yan Yuwei with something from his body.
Sure enough, when various thoughts flashed through Lin Zhiqing's mind, Yan Yu slowly stretched out his hand.
He opened his palm, and an ant the size of a fingernail lay quietly in his palm.
This is obviously not the one that was on the fake Yan Hang yesterday.
Although they look the same, this ant is much larger, and its entire body is black and red, as if it had been soaked in ink.
It shook its tentacles slightly, as if greeting Lin Zhiqing.
Yan Wu slowly spoke:
"You are very smart and should know that this is a poisonous insect. On the day Jiang Yunhe was executed, I fought with the Daliang Poison Master and took this thing from him."
"So you concluded last night that the man was from Daliang?" Lin Zhiqing said.
"That's right." Yan Wu replied, "So I'm going to Daliang to find Xiao Hang."
Mentioning this, Lin Zhiqing looked towards the inner room:
"Yan Wu, I suspect the fake Yan Hang was trying so hard to get close to this place because of the flute player."
"Look at the flute player first, what if he is..."
Hearing Lin Zhiqing's words, Yan Wu frowned: "Flute player?"
Hope flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by sadness:
"Xiao Hang doesn't know martial arts, so the flute player can't be him."
Lin Zhiqing frowned: "What if he learns it later?"
Yan Yu pursed his lips and was about to nod when footsteps were heard outside the door.
The footsteps were fast and urgent, it was Lin Yangyang!
"Butterfly, you gave me a hard time finding you. I got up early this morning and prepared a lot of things for you. Come out and take a look."
Lin Yangyang's voice came from outside.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiqing opened the door and then widened his eyes.
"You want me to take all these away?" Yan Yu looked at the bag in front of him that was as tall as him and swallowed silently.
"I've prepared all the food and daily necessities here, as well as some hidden weapons for you to keep for self-defense." Lin Yangyang patted the bag.
Yan Wu couldn't help laughing: "If I take this bag with me, I'm afraid it will take me half a year to get to Daliang."
After hearing this, Lin Yangyang became a little listless.
Seeing this, Yan Yu patted her head and said, "I'm going to find someone, not to get married. It's like I won't be able to come back."
"Send these things to my yard. Who knows, they might be useful to me when I come back someday."
Hearing this, Lin Yangyang regained his energy: "Okay, I'll send the things over later."
Yan Wu nodded and looked at Lin Zhiqing again:
"Skeleton Spirit, does the flute player have any special birthmarks?"
Lin Zhiqing thought of what Lin Shian had said earlier and shook his head: "No."
"As expected." Yan Wu sighed: "Look, he is not."
"Finally, there is something that Lin Zhiqing is wrong about." He laughed as if trying to hide his emotions.
Lin Zhiqing also smiled:
"If I could predict everything correctly, why would I open a fortune-telling hall? I could just go out and do fortune-telling."
The two of them spontaneously eased the atmosphere.
Lin Yangyang scratched his head, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
It was not until she saw Yan Wu leave the courtyard that she looked at Lin Zhiqing with a puzzled look:
"Sister Qing, what were you talking about just now? I remember that the flute man had a birthmark on his body."
Lin Zhiqing was stunned: "Cousin, what do you mean by this? How do you know he has a birthmark?"
"Oh, it's not on my body, it's on my head." Lin Yangyang said:
"You forgot, I couldn't bear to see him and washed his hair before."
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