One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 201 Sending Letters
Even when Lu Jian fell ill and delayed his trip, Yan Qingzhi and the others were not idle.

Jun Tongyue was left to look after the things in the inn and Lu Jian, Yan Qingzhi went out to inquire about news, and bought some things to come back by the way, while Yan Qingzhu dressed up as a child and took Song Boqing's letter to the post office to give to Feng The mountain chief sent a letter.

Song Boqing had disappeared for several days, and Feng Shanchang asked about it. Yan Qingzhi was afraid of revealing the secret, so he just said that he didn't know, but now it is time to solve this problem.

If it dragged on, Yan Qingzhu was worried that Feng Shanchang would be in a hurry to report to the official.

Such a distance, such a time, just right.

The letter was written by Yan Qingzhu imitating Song Boqing's handwriting. His ability to imitate his handwriting is very good. He imitated Su He's handwriting, but Feng Shanchang couldn't see it, and it was not too difficult to imitate Song Boqing.

Along the way, Song Boqing used the manuscripts that Song Boqing once gave to Yan Qingzhi for research and comparison, and after imitating many of them according to the writing trend above, he finally wrote such a letter.

The text on the letter was patched together, and there were traces to follow. If it wasn't for someone who knew Song Boqing very well, it would be hard to see the difference.

Song Boqing had an explanation, and Sun Xuan had to prepare.

What Yan Qingzhi prepared was the disguise technique left by Song Boqing, who she had been studying from morning to night to stay up late in the past two days.

Although there are two books, the contents are basically the same, and there are only a few major differences in the most critical places.

Yan Qingzhi wanted to test it all, hoping to have the opportunity to determine which version of the book is genuine.

Although she still has a lot of things she doesn't understand, it doesn't affect the experiment.

As for the question of how to test, needless to say, it is naturally Lu Jian!
Besides, Yan Qingzhi was trying to clear Lu Jian's suspicion of killing Sun Xuan, how could Lu Jian not cooperate!
However, there are some things that carry risks, and she still did not buy them back after hesitating.

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated from each other. How strong is Yan Qingzhi's martial arts, how deep is his research on human meridians and trauma.

Although she is not at the level of a famous doctor, ordinary diseases and pharmacology are not difficult for her.

Many of the contents in these two books feel that the risk is very high in the light of Yan Qingzhi's pharmacological knowledge.

Although she is open to life and death now, it does not mean that she yearns for those meaningless acts of death.

When Yan Qingzhu finished sending the letter, Yan Qingzhi also bought all the things he needed temporarily.

The three of them worked together for a day before they forced a mask.

The mask was thin and soft, and a little rough. Yan Qingzhi took out the techniques used in makeup of later generations, painted and modified it, and finally formed a mask that looked reasonable.

It just looked very strange after it was buckled on Lu Jian's palette-like face...

Lu Jian has become a lot of illness, and he has no choice but to resist, so he can only let it go.

After being tossed with one pass, the three happy people left them on the bed again!
Lu Jian's heart was very tired, and although he didn't have a fever that subsided at night, the illness seemed to have taken away most of his strength.

Yan Qingzhi was afraid that he would die, so he did not force his way, and stayed in the inn for two more days before starting again.

After Lu Jian rested, the wounds on his face improved a lot, and he lost a lot of weight, but he seemed to have become more sensible after a long illness.

Going forward, it's time to start hiding your identity.

The best way to hide your identity is to switch genders.

It's just a pity that Yan Qingzhi and Jun Tongyue are both slender and slender figures, the kind that are very soft and slender from the neck to the fingers, it is difficult to pretend to be a man and not be noticed.

So Yan Qingzhu was dressed as a woman.

Of course, Yan Qingzhu did not refuse too much.

People in this era feel that women are humble, and men are ashamed of pretending to be women.

But Yan Qingzhu had a twin sister who grew up with him since he was a child, and his parents were not patriarchal.

He is naturally more enlightened than all the men in this world.

For him, no matter what kind of dress it is, it is ultimately to achieve the goal. If only he can disguise his identity better by dressing up as a woman, then there is no hurdle in his heart that he cannot overcome.

As for whether others will take this to him in the future.

Don't say that no one will know about this kind of thing, even if someone knows, Yan Qingzhu also has something to say.

As long as the mausoleum of the founding female emperor of Da Zhao is still in the center of the imperial mausoleum, this kind of thing is at best just talk, not scandal.

Yan Qingzhu is so open to himself, Yan Qingzhi naturally has no objection.

Anyway, the gap between 12-year-old boys and girls is not as big as imagined.

Yan Qingzhu's appearance is handsome and handsome, and he looks like a girl, and there is no disobedience.

Even because of the high nose bridge with the unique edges and corners of boys, he looked a little more gorgeous than Yan Qingzhi Jun in the same month.

It is said that good-looking people are both male and female, and Yan Qingzhu can be said to have brought it to the extreme.

Even Lu Jian, who knew the details of the other party, couldn't control his eyes!

In this way, all preparations were over, and a group of four people and four horses went all the way to the destination.

Just when they left the inn and entered the territory of Yanzhou County, a man suddenly opened his eyes in the frontmost carriage in the caravan from Yunhaizhou in the distance to Ihaichuan.

At the same time, in the Feng Mansion in the center of Xuancheng, Feng Chong also suddenly clutched his chest and struggled to sit up from the wheelchair.

The maid who was waiting next to her stepped forward in a panic, trying to give Feng Chong a good breath.

But a mouthful of blood from Fengchong still spewed out.

"It's really haunted. I waited for more than five years, and I failed again!"

The maid didn't know why, but Feng Chong's clenched fist had already hit the armrest of the wheelchair, but the heavy chair remained unmoved.

In the caravan leading to the sea in the distance, the man's eyebrows are slightly raised, his facial features are full of a soft sense of power, and every inch and every inch is just right to linger.

There was light in his eyes, and those dark eyes seemed to be full of bright stars, which complemented the warm sun outside. No matter what he looked at, there was a deep tenderness.

But if you endure the shyness in your heart and look carefully, you will always feel that these eyes are looking at others through yourself.

Even if people are happy, they are also disappointed.

Like a feather scratched on the apex of the heart, it is soft and soft, but it is never forgotten.

He shook his head and laughed softly, not knowing what he was feeling, and after a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Han Sheng, instructed to go down, hurry with all your strength, and don't delay."

When Han Sheng, who was sitting on the carriage, heard this, he answered immediately.

"Yes! Son!"

As soon as the news was transmitted from the front to the back, the speed of the caravan instantly increased.

(End of this chapter)