Chapter 1712 (1/2)

Mo Shanghua took it, opened the wooden box and saw that it was really what he was looking for. Then he simply said, ”thank you very much.”

The cloak man did not speak, but raised his hand to put out the candlestick and turned away.

Presumably, this is the real character of Yanbei city. It's not pleasant to talk and it's uncertain.

Mo Shanghua looks at the darkened room again. Her heart moves. She can't help but recite a sentence in her heart. She just leaves with a wooden box in her arms.

Just out of the dark room, a sharp arrow suddenly shot at her. Her eyes suddenly solidified. Before she could Dodge, she should have left long ago. Yan Beicheng came out of nowhere, grabbed her soft waist, took her to her arms, and the sharp arrow brushed her ears.

Mo Shanghua was leaning against Yan Beicheng's arms. As soon as she lifted her eyes, she could see his face hidden under his cloak, but the broad cloak still covered his upper cheek in the dark. She could only see a pair of Phoenix eyes which were also very deep in the dark.

And the master of this double eye Mou, at this time is fixed to stare at her, for a long time, his thin lip just light open, ”hit a trick.”

Mo Shanghua then reacted and pushed Yan Beicheng away. She stood up straight and looked at the window. Through the thin window paper of the study, you can see that the outside is already brightly lit, surrounded by dark shadows holding torches.

Jiang Wu was also a cruel character, and set up a trap. It seems that those accounts must be of great importance to him.

As soon as the flowers in the street thought about it, dozens of sharp arrows suddenly burst through the window paper and shot into the room. Then, Jiang Wu's voice was harsh and hoarse, ”toast, don't eat or drink. Since you don't want to be arrested, don't blame my officers for being merciless.”

When Yan Beicheng saw this, he raised his hand and took Mo Shanghua's hand. He took her to the front of the book case. Then he let go of her hand and took a piece of rice paper. With rice paper as a shield, he stood in front of them and rotated quickly.

The thin Xuan paper turned out to be like a real dunjia, blocking all the sharp arrows.

”Open the darkroom door.” Yan Beicheng's voice was low and steady, and he could not hear the slightest sense of panic.

”Good.” Mo Shanghua is also calm and self-sustaining. He bends over to touch the inkstone on the desk, turns the balcony according to the law, moves the bookshelves away slowly, and reopens the darkroom.

”Go Mo Shanghua shouts softly. Yan Beicheng's cold chin nods slightly. Then he throws the rice paper in his hand and smashes the book case in front of him. He just pulls Mo Shanghua into the dark room.

Once in the darkroom, everything in the study is isolated.

They did not go in, but stood in front of the blue stone gate blocking the door, listening carefully to the movement outside. Only a wall apart, two people standing here can still listen to a general.

They make such a big noise in the house. Jiang Wu feels uneasy outside. He asks people to stop and break in.

When he saw the situation in the house, his face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, ”good thief, how dare you destroy my secret way! Even so, I might as well tell you that the account book in the dark room is fake. How can you find the real official easily? It's useless for you to take it out today

The flower willow eyebrows on the street suddenly frowned. He opened the wooden box which he had been holding tightly with his hands, took out a book, lit a fire fold, and opened it.

”Don't look. It's true.” Yan North City Mou light indifferently swept on her face, way: ”Jiang Wu pretends to be smart, under the dark grid there is another interlayer, above is false, and I take, is true.”

The flowers in the street smell the words, still can't help but droop their heads and have a close look at the account book. The pages of the book turn yellow, and the records of every account are extremely detailed, which is really no doubt.