Ning Xi'er's eyes lit up.
The old Taoist priest glanced behind Ning Xi'er and towards Yan Lang, took a step closer, and announced Liao Yueming's name in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Ning Xi'er understood, her eyes darting around, and she said to the old Taoist priest, "Thank you for bringing it, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get in!"
She glanced back at Yan Lang.
Yan Lang frowned.
Although the old Taoist priest was unaware of the situation, he did not ask any questions and turned to look at Ning Xi'er.
Ning Xi'er quickly ran to the old Taoist's carriage, lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and pinched her nose in disgust.
He instructed Xuanfeng and the guards to quickly remove the prison clothes from the carriage.
Not to mention the guards, Yan Lang and the sentries standing nearby were also dumbfounded.
Xuanfeng, Xuanshuang, and the other three, along with Baizhi, Haitang, and others, lifted their eyelids slightly, showing no surprise.
The guards carried the prison clothes down one after another. Although the carriage was not very large, strangely enough, even after more than ten people went, they still hadn't finished carrying all the prison clothes.
After taking down the prison clothes, Eunuch Xu instructed everyone to change into them quickly.
Yan Lang noticed this as well, pushed through the crowd, and ordered his men to overturn the carriage and empty everything out...
Unfortunately, he was too late.
Everyone changed into the new clothes, and Ning Xi'er also got a set for Xie Zhun and helped him change into it herself. There were even dozens more sets available.
Some spies were lost along the way, so there are more than enough.
Yan Lang climbed into the carriage and carefully examined every corner, but unsurprisingly, he found nothing...
When he stood up, Xie Zhun and his group had all changed into prison clothes, and their original outer garments were piled up in one place.
A sentry was watching quietly, his eyes fixed on the scene.
Assigned to this harsh and desolate place, and tasked with guarding exiled prisoners, their ill-gotten gains had long been squeezed clean by the escorts and officials along the way; how could they possibly bring anything here...?
Although these clothes were made of cotton, they were still much better than the coarse linen clothes worn by the local people.
Judging from their condition, they haven't been worn for long and are still quite new. Each piece could sell for tens of coins.
With over two hundred people, they could buy a few taels of silver and drink wine for half a month.
Xie Zhun looked up at the sky and urged, "Commander Yan, can we go in now?"
Yan Lang felt he had been tricked, but he couldn't find any evidence.
This enraged him, and he glared fiercely at the old Taoist priest and Ning Xi'er...
With a wave of his hand, he ordered the sentries to remove the checkpoint, allowing Xie Zhun and his group to pass.
The group marched in a large procession toward the desert.
The old Taoist priest stayed behind, smiling obsequiously as he asked the sentry if his carriage could be brought in.
The carriage was bought by Liao Yueming, although the decorations were done by the old Taoist priest himself.
If we could bring it in, we could also find a place to sleep at night...
The four-cornered gourd was filled with fine wine; if all else failed, a good horse could be exchanged for a lot of other things.
Clearly, he was dreaming!
After his reminder, the sentries immediately drove him forward; previously, they had only been after his clothes...
Only then did I realize that I had been short-sighted.
This fine carriage alone costs at least a thousand taels of silver for the horses.
Even if everyone who sees it gets a share, each person can still get several tens of taels.
Yan Lang glanced at him, but did not reprimand him before turning and leaving.
This attitude is quite obvious and can be considered an admission.
The old Taoist priest was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.
He introduced himself to Ning Xi'er as Xingming, saying he was a cultivator in the Qi Kingdom and had a small reputation...
Liao Yueming was indeed reliable in his work.
This old Taoist priest is glib and cowardly; he's clearly the kind of "charlatan" Ning Xi'er is looking for.
"Mr. Liao has told you all his requirements?"
Ning Xi'er asked.
Xingming nodded quickly, "I already said it, it's a small matter."
Ning Xi'er confirmed, "You're only after money?"
Xingming chuckled, then hesitated, "We're all on the same side, don't be so blunt..."
"The old Taoist priest had no other hobbies but money to save his life and wine, which he loved to drink and sleep among the common people..."
Neither of these points is difficult. Ning Xi'er lowered her voice and tentatively asked, "You look like someone who doesn't keep their mouth shut very well..."
"You know, right? Throughout history, those like you, who know too many secrets and can't keep their mouths shut, have all ended up dying from talking too much..."
Ning Xi'er kindly reminded him, "I'm warning you upfront, so you don't end up with nothing!"
Xingming cupped his hands in gratitude, "Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness! Although the old Taoist priest is mad, he knows what to say and what not to say!"
That would be perfect.
The two followed the people in front of them, and just as they jumped over, they heard the checkpoint behind them being completely sealed off.
The sentry behind remained at the checkpoint to defend it.
Seeing that no one was beside or behind her, Ning Xi'er took out a small bottle of sorghum liquor from her spatial storage and imitated the style Xingming had hung on the carriage...
He changed the packaging, found an empty gourd in his spatial storage, poured the contents in, and secretly slipped it to Xingming.
Xingming was quick-witted; upon seeing the gourd, he guessed roughly what it was.
He immediately tucked it into his sleeve, and while the sentry in front wasn't looking, he secretly bent down, opened the plug, and sniffed it...
My eyes immediately opened wide, and I felt refreshed and alert.
Ning Xi'er smiled, didn't even look at it, and said softly, "It's a greeting gift, don't be shy!"
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