The newcomer was also dressed in black, but he took off the black scarf on his face first, smiled and showed his dimples and tiger teeth, looked at Wei Min, and asked: "We meet again. Does your husband like the cakes I picked for you?"
After Wei Min recognized her face, he slowly put the dagger back into his boot and asked directly, "What's the situation outside?"
This dagger was exactly the one the woman had just taken. After wiping the blood off, Wei Min took the dagger out of the sheath from her boot. Then, following her example, he stuffed the dagger into his own boot for self-defense.
Eighteen saw the mess in the room, the corpse on the ground and the two people who were almost covered in blood, and immediately put away his nonchalant smile, knelt on one knee with his hands clasped, and said seriously: "I am the secret guard Eighteen, under the order of His Highness the Eighth Prince, Eighteen will be yours from the day you leave the capital."
Wei Min could roughly guess her identity. He thought she was just an ordinary spy gathering information at the market, but he never expected that she was actually a secret guard hidden in the city.
What she didn't expect was that Jiang Wuque would be so generous as to give her the secret guards he had trained with great effort.
Wei Min walked over, bent down and helped Eighteen up with his uninjured left hand. He didn't ask any other questions, but repeated the original question, "What's the situation outside?"
Eighteen knew that Wei Min did not trust him from the bottom of his heart, so he did not explain too much. After letting Wei Min help him stand up, he said, "I have already taken care of the things outside, but it would be a bit long to talk about what happened tonight. How about you listen to my short story?"
Maybe he was a storyteller before he was eighteen. When he tells stories, his tone is ups and downs, which makes people whet their appetite and gives people the feeling of listening to a book.
Wei Min thought that since she had time to talk about "books", she should have dealt with the things outside, so he pulled A Ruan to sit on the edge of the bed, and said in a calm tone, "Go ahead."
Shibaben wanted to pull up a chair and sit down to talk it out, but the only place in the room where he could lie down was the bed that was still in good condition.
The husband and wife were sitting on the upper floor, so she naturally couldn't get close to them, so she stood obediently and said, "I have been following you in secret since you left the capital. The note you received when you arrived at the post station was sent by me."
Wei Min understood what he heard, and then realized something. The corners of his mouth slowly raised an arc, and he said thoughtfully: "The reason why there is no signature on the note is because you wanted to test me before you talk to me?"
Eighteen suddenly became shy like a young man waiting to get married, "Following the master is like marrying a wife. If I follow the wrong one, won't my life be ruined?"
Wei Min became interested, "Do you think you followed the right person?"
Eighteen looked serious, clasped his hands and said, "You are right, so I am willing to serve you and work hard for you."
After receiving the note of unknown origin containing such shocking news, Wei Min did not show any panic. He was calm and composed, not like a young man who had not yet reached adulthood.
When facing the fake postmaster of Zhucheng, he also subtly verified the authenticity of the message on the note. It can be seen that Wei Min himself is a rigorous and suspicious person who is not so easily trusting of others.
The most important thing is that when she was dealing with the people outside, Wei Min actually killed the person who came to kill her. He had such courage at such a young age and acted calmly and composedly, which made Shi Ba admire him very much.
She was willing to accept this master.
"When His Highness promised me to you, I thought, if you are not my 'good man', I will go back to my 'home' in the capital. If you are my 'good match', I will follow you wholeheartedly and will never betray you in this life."
Eighteen was serious for only a moment, then he pinched his sleeves and acted like a shy man.
A Ruan, who had not interrupted the two people's conversation, pursed her lips slightly after hearing Shi Ba's words, straightened her back and looked at her seriously, as if she wanted to see whether she was a woman or a man.
"Aruan, stop looking. She is indeed a woman." Wei Min noticed Aruan's little movement, squeezed his hand, and coaxed his gaze back to Eighteen Faces.
Wei Min glanced at Eighteen, his tone was calm but contained a tone that could not be discussed, "I know that this is your personality. I won't force you to change, and I don't have any other requirements for you. But there is one thing, don't make such jokes with A'ruan in the future. My husband is easy to deceive and is the easiest to take seriously."
Since Eighteen is hers, he will definitely follow her closely in the future, and the two of them will naturally spend a lot of time together. If A-Ruan misunderstands that Eighteen is of unknown gender now, it will be difficult to explain in the future.
Eighteen also thought of this, and immediately stood up straight, raised her hand and apologized to A Ruan earnestly, "My Lord, I am indeed a woman, and I don't have any other hobbies that are different from ordinary people. It's just that I've been used to hanging around in the market for so many years, and I'm a little dishonest. My Lord, please don't bother with me. I still hope that you will 'promise' me, bah, to marry me to a good husband."
When he said the last sentence wrong, Shi Ba slapped his own mouth lightly as a punishment.
Ah Ruan was amused by Eighteen and finally let down his guard. He shook his head at her and glanced at Wei Min. When he saw his wife nod, he raised his hand to gesture to Eighteen:
——It’s okay to keep minor habits that don’t hurt anyone. Don't worry, when you find a husband in the future, your wife and I will definitely arrange for you to marry him.
Jiang Wuque knew A'ruan's situation, and the Eighteen he specially picked must be able to understand sign language.
Eighteen immediately bowed to A'ruan and said happily, "Master, please remember what I said."
After finishing the small talk, Eighteen glanced at the sky outside and felt that the time was about right, so he said, "The postmaster who disappeared in Zhucheng six years ago has been locked up in the cellar of the post station. When I found her, she was so thin that she looked unrecognizable and mentally abnormal.
The fake postmaster initially kept her around to ask for some information, probably because he was afraid that someone might impersonate her. In the past two years, the fake postmaster has been living an increasingly comfortable life, and he has even considered himself to be a real postmaster, so he rarely cares about the people in the cellar. ”
"After I learned that the postmaster was fake, I passed the news to you first. Then I guessed that you, who were responsible for investigating the case, might not be able to enter Zhucheng alive, so I came here before you and sneaked into the kitchen of the post station. As expected, I heard that they were preparing to set fire at night and let you die in an 'accident'.
I put medicine in their water, and estimated that it would take effect after they poured oil on the house. Just in case, I kept an eye on that group of people, but I didn't expect that they would send someone else to assassinate me. ”
When Eighteen talked about serious matters, she acted like a serious secret guard. She raised her hand to apologize, "It was my fault that you got hurt."
Wei Min waved her hands. Compared to the injuries she had already suffered, she had more important things to ask, "Where is the fake postmaster?"
Eighteen raised his hand and pointed outside, "I knocked him out and tied him up. He is now in the main room outside."
Seeing Wei Min was in deep thought, Eighteen asked hesitantly, "It's almost dawn, what are your plans, sir?"
Wei Min lowered his eyes to look at the blood on his clothes. His expression was obscure and hard to understand. He didn't know what he was thinking. The corners of his lips slowly raised an arc. He looked up at Eighteen and said in a brisk tone: "The oil has been spilled. How can we lead out the person behind the scenes in Bamboo City without lighting a fire?"
Wei Min walked out of the inner room and saw the fake postmaster who was unconscious and tied up on the ground. He knelt on one knee beside her, raised his hand and took out a dagger from his boot, and said to the person following him without turning his head: "Aruan, go back to the inner room."
After A'ruan could no longer see, Wei Min stabbed the postmaster in the stomach, then pulled out the dagger and slashed the postmaster's arm and thigh.
Wei Min asked Shi Ba to untie the ropes on the postmaster, and he lowered his eyes and wiped the blood off the dagger with a towel, and said calmly: "The postmaster and I had a good time drinking and chatting, and he got seriously injured to save me."
Eighteen suddenly felt a chill on his back, and after he came to his senses, he realized that this was a good idea.
Wei Min and A Ruan left the yard, and Eighteen lit the fire.
The season in late spring and early summer is dry, and with oil poured beforehand, the attic in the yard where Wei Min had lived before was instantly ignited as soon as the torch was thrown. In less than a moment, a raging fire broke out, illuminating half of the night sky red. And those men in black who were drugged were buried in the sea of fire without knowing it.
The fire was so severe that no one came to put it out. But the strange thing was that such a big fire did not spread to the yard next door at all, and only burned the place where Wei Min lived.
When daybreak, the fire had not yet been extinguished. The entire house was engulfed by the flames. The original courtyard on the second floor was now vaguely left with only a few load-bearing walls and the roof with a fire dragon circling around it.
Wei Min held A'ruan in his arms, looking at the distance with an indifferent expression, with flickering red flames reflected in his eyes.
If she hadn't been careful and alert at everything, and if Eighteen hadn't knocked down everyone outside, she and A'ruan would probably have become two charred corpses lying in the sea of fire.
"Someone, help! There's a fire!"
There were shouts coming from afar, and someone was beating a gong and shouting that there was a fire.
When Wei Min heard the voice, he immediately pretended to be weak and let A Ruan support his uninjured arm.
The postmaster, who was still unconscious with his head hung, was standing aside.
Before the firefighters even reached the post station, they began to shout, "The new county magistrate has been burned to death in the fire! The new county magistrate... the new county magistrate!"
She only managed to shout out three words of the last sentence before her voice got stuck in her throat. She looked as if she had seen a ghost, and looked at Wei Min in surprise, then glanced at the postmaster who had his head hung low, with her eyes wide open and her mouth open, not knowing what to say.
She was just a small yamen runner, and when something happened, she would subconsciously look for the person above her.
The bailiff was so scared that he turned around and ran towards the chief clerk who was walking towards them with big strides. He pointed in Wei Min's direction with a trembling hand and stammered, "County, county magistrate, the county magistrate..." She's not dead!
The chief clerk had already seen Wei Min and the others, and immediately raised his hand and slapped the yamen runner in the face. He glared at her, interrupted her before she finished speaking, and scolded her: "Isn't the lord safe? What were you shouting just now? Be careful or I'll cut off your tongue!"
The yamen runner dared not say a word after being beaten. He covered his face and followed the chief clerk submissively.
The chief clerk's surname was Mei. She came over immediately to pay her respects to Wei Min, her tone extremely worried, "Are you okay, sir? How did this post station suddenly catch fire? And," she looked at the person that Eighteen was supporting, and asked, "What happened to the post station chief?"
Wei Min shook his head to show that he was fine. "This is not a fire. Someone wanted to kill me first and then set the fire, making it look like I died in the fire. As for the postmaster..."
Wei Min lowered his eyes and sighed, raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, and coughed softly, "Someone attacked me at night. The postmaster heard the noise and rushed over, not afraid of the sword and knife to block in front of me... She was seriously injured because of me."
There was guilt in his voice at the end.
Mei Zhubu's body froze when he heard this. He stared at the half of the postmaster's face that was drooping, and subconsciously said, "How is this possible!"
Wei Min frowned slightly, looked at Mei Zhubu suspiciously, and asked, "What's impossible?"
Mei Zhubu realized that his reaction was too intense. He immediately lowered his head and suppressed his expression, saying, "How could someone deliberately do such a thing as arson and murder?"
This matter was totally different from the previous plan. Mei Zhubu was caught off guard. He was panicked and guilty. He didn't dare to stand in front of Wei Min anymore. Instead, he quickly ordered the yamen runners to carry water to put out the fire, and secretly sent his men to pass a message to someone.
By the time the fire was out, it was already daybreak.
The bailiffs searched through the ashes of the house and found and carried out ten charred corpses.
After the fire was put out, Wei Min asked A'ruan to wait for her in the carriage.
The bodies that were carried out had been burned beyond recognition, looking like black charcoal. Naturally, nothing could be found from the surface, so the chief clerk had no choice but to ask someone to find a coroner to perform an autopsy.
After dealing with these matters, Mei Zhubu calmed down. He then walked up to Wei Min and asked tentatively, "Sir, do you know who these thieves are? Why did they come to assassinate you?"
Wei Min frowned and said in a bad tone, "If I already know all this, what else do I need you to investigate?"
Wei Min hinted at something, his eyes vaguely swept over the chief clerk and the yamen runners behind her, "Maybe someone doesn't want me to enter Zhucheng alive."
Regardless of the chief clerk's expression, Wei Min changed the subject, looked at the yamen runner who was shrinking his neck behind her, and asked something else, "Just now I heard her shouting that I was burned to death before she ran to the post station. How did you know that I was staying here tonight? And, I was staying in the place that was on fire?"
The bailiff was trembling, stammering and unable to speak clearly.
The chief clerk smiled awkwardly and took the initiative to reply to Wei Min's words, "Your Excellency is our superior, so we subordinates must know your whereabouts in advance so that we can come to greet you early.
The bailiff might have seen such a big fire and thought that the whole post station was on fire. He was so frightened that he spoke without thinking. ”
The bailiff nodded vigorously and raised his hand to slap himself on the face, "Please spare my life, sir. I, I was just scared, so I said that. Please, please forgive me, sir."
Just as Wei Min was about to ask something else, someone ran over and said, "Sir, the prefect is here."
The "adult" she was referring to was not to Wei Min, but to Mei Zhubu.
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