Ten days have passed since the theft of the Qing Dynasty Palace. Lord Luo, the former Governor of the Nine Gates, did not catch Silk Wind, let alone arrest people. He was in the Emperor's heart and thought that the Emperor would give him a few days of respite, but did not intend to sacrifice his duties as soon as he arrived at the Emperor, forcing him to shut his door for six months.
Governor Jiumen is responsible for the defense of the city from a martial arts general. He is of high quality and has great power. He is a very eye-catching position. After a series of open fights between Master Shen and Sang Li, this position landed on the head of former General Xi 'an, Lord Rong. Lord Rong is Li Xiang's collar and married Li Xiang Zheng's wife's own sister. This Jinggi defense kind of fell into Li Xiangbao, Shen Taishi's chess is different.
Although Monsanto Elm does not leave the palace door all day, the Meng family's connections are not bad. Whether it is the Chapel or the rear palace news, she can always be the first to know and let Po listen.
Kyung-gi's defense was lost. Though unexpected, Zhou Wu Di was still angry, and he rejoiced. It's better to fall into the hands of Li than to fall into the hands of Mrs. Shen. Take the position of Governor of the Nine Gates, and the Royal Forest Army and the Prohibition Dragon Guard need control in order to completely empty themselves. These two still have a few vicious wars to fight!
Zhou Wudi dared not delay any longer, although he knew that both factions were still suffering. He had to contact Junwei immediately to return to the flesh, otherwise it would be difficult to clean up the situation.
On this day, while Meng Sangyu took a nap, Bishui, Yin Cui, and Nanny Feng hid in the ear room of the deviation hall, nagging the empty stop, he slipped into the study, jumped on the stool, climbed to the desk, and pulled a paper out to prepare a letter to Zhen Junwei.
After wondering how loud it sounded, he wrote on the paper: Ziheng, ask the high priest for my soul, and send someone to protect the princess. If I am unable to wake up, send the Princess De Fei to Mon Guo safely and pay the sum of money to the sea.
Ziheng and Hanhai are two words taken for them by the Emperor, no fourth person but the Emperor and themselves knows. With this name, Junwei Ying will definitely pay attention. As he pondered, he tried his best to control the meat claws and tried to write them down. Unfortunately, Po's brain capacity is not enough, and his little paws are not as good as brushes. A few words are twisted and twisted. The brush stroke is soiled into an ink ball. It doesn't look like it.
It took several sheets of paper to finally produce a decent finished product. Zhou Wudi quickly folded the paper up with his paws and put it in the pocket in front of his jacket. Fortunately, Mulberry Elm treated him like a human being, and he bothered to sew his clothes. Otherwise, the note was nowhere to be hidden. It was immediately wet by saliva when it was brought into his mouth. It stained the writing, and it was also written in white.
Taking the rest of the waste paper into a pencil wash filled with water, he watched the words on it soaked with water and fainted into a clump of shapeless ink. He jumped off the stool and left with confidence.
The nearest secret entrance is in the royal garden, seven or eight hundred meters from the Bituo Palace. Zhou Wudi's journey was smooth due to his much stronger body and the wearing of a dog medal around his neck. He snuck into a fake mountain without anyone around him. The culvert of the false mountain was deep and dark, and he reached the end of it, and he tossed a pebble on the ground with his meat claws. Usually the machine is turned on with a slight step, and today it takes a full minute to turn it off.
Zhou Wudi dumped the painful claws and quickly drilled into the slowly opened tunnel.
The tunnels are extremely low in temperature, and a gust of wind swept through them, bringing bitter chills. The thick white fog erupted from his nose, and Zhou Wudi shivered. Once again, he was glad that Mulberry Elm wore a small jacket to protect him from the cold. When I think of the mulberry elm, a little warmth rises from the tip of my heart. Zhou Wu Di set his mind and walked a few steps next to the root of the tunnel. As he walked, he searched for the grooves used by the guards to gather information for the transmission of information.
These grooves are embedded in the brick seams of the walls, and the air flow in the grooves rolls away the paper and falls into a small box at the end of the machine as long as the information gathered or that needs to be transmitted is inserted. Only Junwei Yu has the keys to this little box. He opens the information regularly every day and picks out important news to present to himself.
Now that I am in a coma, I just hope Junwei retains this habit. In his thoughts, Zhou Wudi's meat claws grasped a small groove at the bottom of the wall, which revealed a hint of cool wind, and the strong force scraped his meat claws into pain. This is it!