Under the bed is a kang.

After all, he is a wealthy family. The craftsman who makes kangs is also more refined. Unlike ordinary people who use plaster and mattresses, the kangs are covered with extremely flat green bricks.

The surface of the blue brick has also been polished carefully, with a mirror-like brilliance, and even some jade-like brilliance.

His palm fell flat on one of the blue bricks, and then he lifted it up slowly and carefully, without any sound or any fluctuation of true energy. However, the blue brick was firmly attached to his palm and was sucked up.

On the back of the blue brick, there are some thin needles.

These needles seem to be very similar to the flying needles used by practitioners. The tip of the needle also has fine holes, but there are no holes that guide the airflow out at the tail end.

His left hand stroked the back of the blue brick, put all the fine needles into his sleeve, then put the sucked blue brick, then put it on the bed board, and continued to sleep.

As usual, snoring sounded quickly in the bedroom.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The next morning, Wang Xianrui got up almost the same time, and went to the entrance of the next alley to ask for a bowl of tofu. He walked half a street with the tofu and bought a piece of fried oil cake. Then he started to eat it with satisfaction.

After eating the tofu with the oil cake and returning the bowl from the tofu shop, he slowly walked into the Dongjiang Medical Pavilion.

Although officials like him have long been away from the real powers of the Southern Dynasties, their official ranks are not considered to be in the midst of the official ranks. However, in the Dongjiang Medical Pavilion, he is at least the largest official rank. Not only have separate rooms for summoning doctors to meet, but even in several library buildings, there are separate study rooms.

He is usually kind to others, and even if some doctors make mistakes, he rarely blushed. So the officials below respected and were polite to him. I heard that he would use the study room on the first floor of the Bookstore today, and a officials sent some good agarwood to smoke it.

This is also a small benefit that the Medical Pavilion is not worthy of being known to outsiders. Some things are used for testing medicines, but when applying for it, there will be more excess. If the testing medicines are smooth, there will often be more.

This kind of excellent agarwood is often out of stock in Jiankang City, and is priced on a small scale. It is also amazing. It is a considerable expense for some celebrities, but in the Medical Pavilion, it can earn at least a few taels of surplus every year.

Wang Xianrui thanked the clerk, entered the study and closed the door, but sighed quietly.

He was sure that such a peaceful good day was coming.

Today, when he came along the way, he saw two more strangers, and several strangers who had seen twice before appeared in his sight without exception.

And the feeling these people gave him was very different from before.

If I were just observing him quietly before, the minds of those people today seemed to be almost the same as those fishermen waiting to close the net.

So it's time to do something.

An old bookcase against the wall was gently moved away by him.

There were two ordinary wooden boards under the old bookcase, but when the two wooden boards were moved away, a secret passage appeared on this side.

It is not so much a secret passage, but rather a simple cave.

Wang Xianrui was a little moved.

He always felt that he had a mild paranoia of persecution, and he always felt that one day the danger would come quietly, so after arriving at the Dongjiang Medical Pavilion, he specially chose this old house as his study.

Just dig a few feet below this study to access the sewage drainage channel of the clinic.

Some of the medicine residues in the clinic are toxic, especially some sewage during the drug testing process cannot be discharged at will, so the culvert is built wide, with several settlement tanks inside, and the water discharged in the end will not be connected to the ditches in the city, and will lead to the hills and depressions behind the clinic.

People in the clinic planted several species of drought lotus in that depression. Those drought lotus are very sensitive to toxicity. If the sewage discharged still contains some toxicity, those drought lotus will die, and the people in the clinic will immediately be alert to deal with it.

Such a secret passage leading to the back mountain of the clinic was just something that Wang Xianrui did secretly when he was bored, but who would have thought that such fantasy actions would come in handy today?

Because he was sure that he would not return here again, it would be difficult for him to return to Luzhou City in the future, and he did not want those minor officials who were good to him to fall into a mystery, so he did not think about covering up the entrance of the cave.

He took a deep breath, tried to close his stomach, making sure his body could pass through the hole, and then jumped down with his breath.

...

The back mountain of the clinic is very quiet. Some old willows with different postures have grown for many years, as tall as pine trees, surrounding a stone lotus pond.

There is a kind of dry lotus in this lotus pond that is in its flowering period, and small golden flowers dotted in the pool of green.

When Wang Xianrui quietly emerged from a corner of the lotus pond, he had already changed into clothes.

I don't know what methods he used, but his face turned pale, his cheeks seemed to be a little thin, and his eyes seemed to be drooping. But these changes made him seem to have changed. Even those little officials who were familiar with him might not recognize him for a moment.

Because he was sure that no one would come to the Lotus Pond in the back mountain to check it at this time, he walked very calmly. Just like walking on his usual walk, he walked out of the back mountain, but did not directly try to leave Luzhou, but instead walked towards the streets and alleys when he came before.

No one would pay attention to the strange faces in these streets and alleys like him, especially those strangers, who are not familiar with the people in these streets and alleys at all.

He walked to a wine shop not far from his residence.

There was a new friend in that wine shop, and it was a stranger who appeared at most in his sight during these days.

The wine shop does not do morning business, so for this point, the new guy should usually clean some wine jars sent back in the backyard.

On the backyard of the wine shop is a tailor shop.

The bottom store is full of cloth and ready-made clothes. Upstairs is the place where the tailor measures clothes and works, and there is also a bedroom inside.

The tailor was named Yang, and he was very familiar with him. Most of his clothes were from this tailor. The tailor happened to go out with her wife and she had not returned, so the building was empty.

Wang Xianrui entered the tailor shop casually. The shop was clearly locked, but he reached out and the door opened.

He went upstairs, and his fat body was lighter than a raccoon cat, and there was no sound at all.

He stood in front of the stage where the tailor usually works, looking out with his face slanted. From the gap between the window frame, he saw that the newcomer was working hard to brush the wine jar like a few days ago.

It's almost time, and he doesn't want to wait for a long time.

Before leaving Luzhou, he must figure out who the master behind these strangers is.

He reached out and wanted to push open the window beside him.

However, just as his fingers almost touched the window, he suddenly stopped.

A carriage was parked in front of this wine shop that did not do business in the morning, and another stranger he certainly had never seen before left the carriage and entered the wine shop.

This is a practitioner.

Just looking at the quiet meaning of walking, you can be sure.

The practitioner was wearing an ordinary blue shirt and looked very young.

His expression was very gentle, and he walked directly to the clerk who was still brushing the wine jar, then nodded slightly and spoke softly.

Even though his voice was very light, Wang Xianrui still heard it clearly.

"My master wants to meet you, Lord Hong, and talk about something."

Wang Xianrui's fingers froze.

The guy who was already working hard to wash the wine jar also froze his fingers, and then for about a few breaths, he put down what he had in his hand, stood up, and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You don't need to understand too much."

The cultivator in the blue shirt said calmly: "You only need to know that we know that your interest lies in the medical officer, and we also know that if you succeed, you will hand this person over to your Lord Hong Jinhong. Although we don't know where he is now, if we really take action against you, we should be able to find out soon. But that... you will all die. My Lord is not willing to do that. He has some things to interview with Lord Hong. You just need to bring this message to Lord Hong. It is not something you can decide."

The guy with his back to Wang Xianrui was silent for a moment and said, "Who are you?"

The green-shirted practitioner then showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and said, "I will naturally know when I see it, and... Is it necessary to say that if I know all of you Lord Hong Jin's actions? Which families in the Southern Dynasty can do it?"

Wang Xianrui's heart was slightly shocked. Although it was just these short conversations, he had already received many answers.

These practitioners who were first interested in themselves should not belong to the Southern Dynasties, not the Southern Dynasties, that is the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Those who can discover the whereabouts of some of the Northern Wei Dynasty's detailed works so quickly and have such a tone of speaking are either the Xiao family or the Chen family.

"If you agree to the interview, where will you meet?" The guy with his back to Wang Xianrui was silent for a moment, and then asked.

The cultivator in the blue shirt smiled and said, "Little Maple Bridge."

The guy stopped talking, nodded, and walked out of the wine shop.

Wang Xianrui still kept reaching out to push the window, motionless.

He was thinking about whether he wanted to go to Xiaofeng Bridge to take a look.

Xiaofeng Bridge is located in the north of Luzhou City, which is a water city, which is very lively. Not only are there many people and many merchants, but also ships everywhere and waterways are well connected.

The cultivators in the blue shirt directly called each other and met there, which had two meanings. One was to show that they did not want to set up an ambush. They could first explain the place so that they could investigate. The other meaning was that even if there were any changes, it would be easier for these Northern Wei practitioners to escape, and there were many people in the downtown area, so practitioners in the Southern Dynasty could not kill them.

But this kind of grandeur can only make him sure that it must be a clan like the Xiao family and the Chen family.

So a little person like me really must figure out who is interested in me and what to do?
Chapter completed!