Dafeng's Night Squad

Then, using the “page writing method,” page 162 was on May 12.Opening the market, getting married, staying at home, and traveling.

[ taboos: praying for blessings, opening warehouses, and digging wells. ]

“Open the market!” Xu Qi ‘an caught the key information. they probably want us to go to the black market after the night market opens.

Song tingfeng agreed with his statement.

The second set of signals was 347412.

Xu Qi ‘an turned to page 347, which was January 15th. He glanced at the calendar of that day and finally understood. He said, ”

“I understand!

“162 and 347 are the number of pages, and 4,1, and 2 are the number of words. Tingfeng, look at the 4th, 1st, and 2nd words on this page. What do they say when they are connected?”

Song tingfeng squinted his eyes and read,”D15 ...””

Thinking back to the information the courier had just said, he blurted out,”Black market shop, D15?”

The mystery was finally solved ...

Xu Qi ‘an and song tingfeng were relieved. They leaned back in their chairs and let out a long breath.

Zhu guangxiao also put down his brush, feeling relaxed.

Xu Qi ‘an walked to the table, looked at it, and said with a shocked expression, “”Guang Xiao, your handwriting is so ugly.”

Song tingfeng ran over to join in the fun and shouted, ” it’s not pleasing to the eyes, it’s not pleasing to the eyes ...

“Is your writing very nice?” Zhu guangxiao was unconvinced.

my calligraphy skills are no worse than a scholar’s, ” song tingfeng said arrogantly. when I was young, I had to save money to buy paper and ink to practice my calligraphy.

Xu Qi ‘an said, ” when I was young, my family was poor. In order to practice my writing, I dipped a brush in water and practiced in the yard. I practiced for twenty years.

Zhu guangxiao glanced at them suspiciously and handed them a pen. “Then write a few for me to see.”

Xu Qi ‘an and song tingfeng turned around in tacit understanding and put their arms around each other’s shoulders.

“Let’s go back to our room and rest. Calligraphy is not for showing off.”

“I also think so.”

Zhu guangxiao opened his mouth as he watched the two leave. He looked down at his calligraphy and secretly decided that he would start practicing calligraphy in the future and not fall behind in this small team.

Back in his room, Xu Qi ‘an took off his shoes and meditated on the bed to make sure that he was in good condition when he went to the black market that night.

Perhaps it was because his brain was too tired, but he had not entered the right state for a long time. His thoughts scattered uncontrollably, and it was difficult to gather them.

.... Huaiqing and Lin ‘an should have received my letter by now ... ‘I hope that the letter will turn huaiqing’s anger into joy, even though I don’t know how I’ve offended her ...’ That silly girl would definitely be very touched. She was even easier to flirt with than that foodie, Yan Caiwei, who had yet to develop her feelings for love ...

As for whether the two princesses exchanged letters in private or were seen by others other than them, Xu Qi ‘an thought it was impossible.

First, huaiqing and Lin ‘an were not on good terms, so there was no possibility of exchanging letters. Moreover, the letter he wrote was a little ambiguous. In this era, girls were very shameless and would not tell others about this kind of letter.

Second, both huaiqing and the framed Princess were mature princesses, mature enough to be impregnated, and had the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The Emperor and concubines would not question it, and others would not dare to open the princess’s letter privately.

It was almost impossible for him to be exposed for writing ambiguous letters to the two princesses.

Gradually, Xu Qi ‘an entered the state of visualization.