Wen Liunian started coughing desperately again.

Chu Heng had no choice but to say, "You are kind to you. You are just some ingredients for clearing fire. You will be delivered later."

"The weather has been really hot lately." Wen Liunian said, "If the prince has ingredients for clearing fire, why not cook more soups for the people? It's better to avoid the plague and the pain will be overwhelmed."

"What the Lord said is very much." Chu Heng said, "I will order people to build a good hall in the city as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay." Wen Liunian was very satisfied.

Chu Cheng was a little angry. There was such a person who never forgets to blackmail when he was sick.

After the two left, Wen Liunian lay on the bed and told Mu Qingshan: "Put more kimchi in the porridge."

"Sir, don't be so tired again." Mu Qingshan was a little unfair for him. "Building houses and roads should be the business of local officials. How could they sleep at home and enjoy the cool air? The adults ran to the construction site every day."

"It doesn't matter. They won't be the ones for a long time anyway." Wen Liunian said, "It's about the people, and I'm not at ease to leave it to those idiots."

"I've been sick for four or five days." Mu Qingshan said, "If the boss knows, he will definitely feel distressed."

Wen Liunian scratched her face and wanted to kiss her a little!

"Sir." The secret guard knocked in the door and said, "There is a letter."

"Did it come from the East China Sea?" Mu Qingshan asked.

Wen Liunian couldn't wait to reach out, and he really had a sense of understanding.

The secret guard said: "It was sent by the King of Southwest."

Wen Liunian touched her nose, oh.

"The Southwest King found the patriarch of the Pomeng clan." Mu Qingshan gave him his faith, "I will bring him here to see the master tomorrow night, and said that the patriarch has a bad temper and is irritable, and seems to be extremely unwilling to cooperate."

"Then why would he be willing to come out of the mountain to come to this Dakun City?" Wen Liunian was puzzled.

Mu Qingshan said: "I was knocked out by Duan Nian and took it straight over."

Wen Liunian said: "It's so good."

Ki Qingshan: "…"

"Is there no new letters in the East China Sea?" Wen Liunian asked again.

"Not yet." The secret guard shook his head.

Wen Liunian sighed regretfully.

Mu Qingshan was in a very complicated mood. If he remembered correctly, it was obvious that he had just received a letter ten days ago, and it was not long before. If it were an ignorant who looked at the adults, he might think that the boss had already left the wall.

Outside the city of Dakun, Duan Nian handed the roasted jerky and dough cake to Akan. Seeing that he was fierce and opened his mouth to tear it, he felt a little unsure. He returned to Duan Baiyue and whispered: "Are you really going to take it to Lord Wen like this?"

"Natural." Duan Baiyue said, "The person has been found. If you don't send it out quickly, can you still stay with me?"

"But..." Will the fight start?

"Don't worry." Duan Baiyue said, "The person you can't handle does not mean that Lord Wen can't handle it either. Maybe after a few days of time, you will fall in love with it as before."

Duan Nian turned his head and looked at Akan again, and saw that he was spitting out a bone, his hands and face were covered with oil, his hair was messy and thatched, and a string of animal bones hung around his neck. His face was covered with ferocious and fierce tattoos.

Not to mention drinking and talking, scholars are afraid that they will not have time to run away after seeing this.

"That Lord Wen is not an ordinary scholar." As if seeing his thoughts, Duan Baiyue smiled and shook her head, "Although she looks so powerless and elegant, her style of conduct is not much better than that of the Lord of Qin." They can all be classified as the same type of people, and not taking advantage of it is called suffering a loss.

After eating and drinking, Akan spread out his cloak and found a shelter and lay down. Of course, he could not beat Duan Baiyue and could not afford to offend him, but the adult from the court was different. He had to bring himself to the beach from all the way. After meeting, he would definitely breathe a good breath.

The weather was very good the next day, and it rained in the morning and it was no longer stuffy. In the afternoon, Wen Liunian got up from the bed while yawning, shook her head, and still felt a little dizzy.

"Sir, do you really have nothing to do?" Mu Qingshan poured him a cup of tea, "It's better to take a day off."

"It's okay." Wen Liunian said, "It's not easy to neglect guests from Yunnan."

"But sir, I look sick," Mu Qingshan said, "It's better to have more rest." After all, it's not easy to think about the mermaids, and the clan leader doesn't sound very willing to cooperate, and he doesn't know how long it will take.

Wen Liunian had half a snack, patted her clothes and went to the front hall.

Mu Qingshan had to keep up.

The rest of the people were already there, Akan sat upright on the chair, looking dark and evil. Ye Jin sat opposite him with a cat in his arms, his eyes never moved away - he had a big, thick and thick face, his eyebrows were almost connected together, and a tuft of chest hair was exposed on the collar. He really liked it no matter how he looked at it.

If Duan Baiyue grows like this, it would be great and would save herself from worrying.

The secret guard silently sympathized with Shen Qianfeng. Judging from the posture, the Valley Master liked the big, thick and thick hobby, but it seemed that he had not changed... This was a blind eye.

"Who are you? What are you doing when you are staring at me?" Akan was obviously a little unhappy, and reached out and slapped the table with a "clang".

"I'm not a big girl, I'm afraid of being seen?" Ye Jin asked, "Can you be shy?"

Akan was obviously chest tightness, and then asked in a rough voice: "Are you that Lord Wen?"

"I'm not." Ye Jin shook his head and pointed, "This is the one."

Wen Liunian trotted in all the way, and when he entered the house, he bent down and coughed.

Akan immediately disliked him and stayed away a little. Don’t have tuberculosis.

"This hero." Wen Liunian finally took a breath, "I think he is the patriarch of the Pomeng clan."

"It's me." Akan sat a hundred or eighty miles away from him.

Wen Liunian praised: "It's really a heroic and extraordinary man."

The secret guard twitched his mouth, did the boss know about this?

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Akan said impatiently, "The King of Southwest showed me the letter, I don't know what's going on."

"But that legend is clearly recorded in Pomeng's written words." Wen Liunian said, "If you don't know, is it someone else in Pomeng's clan leader?"

Asakan was indeed angry and cursed loudly. Although few people understood, they could tell that it was not a good thing based on their expressions and tone. Duan Baiyue frowned slightly. Just as she was about to go up to stop him, she saw Wen Liunian put her hands on her hips and scolded her back. Although it was not the Pomeng tribe language, it was also a common language in Miaojiang, and the voice was only very loud.

...

If you really don't lose at all.

Akan was obviously shocked, and turned his head to look at Duan Baiyue.

"I have said a long time ago that Lord Wen is the number one talented man in the Great Chu." The Southwest King held back his laughter, "Don't say it was you, even I can't take advantage of me."

Wen Liunian rubbed his nose, his expression was very innocent.

Akan: "..."

"Since the Pomeng tribe lives in the mountains all year round, it must have rarely contacted the outside world, let alone the East China Sea thousands of miles away." Wen Liunian said, "This book appears for no reason, but you say that you don't know. Then either the clan members betray or someone else secretly takes charge of the matter. It is completely reasonable speculation and there is no intention of offense. The clan leader does not need to be angry."

Akan drank a cup of tea, why didn’t you say this just now? You had to scold me before you started to reason.

"The clan leader came to this Dakun City from thousands of miles away, and he couldn't do anything." Wen Liunian spread his hands, "Otherwise, wouldn't he have a waste of time?"

Akan widened his eyes and said as if I wanted to come.

"Besides, if the clan leader is willing to cooperate, it will be beneficial to the Pomeng tribe." Wen Liunian turned his head to look at the Southwest King, "Right?"

Duan Baiyue raised her eyebrows, not saying anything.

"Cough!" Ye Jin coughed fiercely.

Duan Baiyue touched her nose and acquiesced.

"Even if you don't have a reward, it's always good to make the Southwest King owe a favor." Wen Liunian pulled him to sit at the table intimately, "When the other tribe leaders heard it, they might vomit blood and envy it. Just thinking about it will be very majestic."

"Can I really use this to make a request?" Akan asked.

"Of course," Wen Liunian agreed, "Swearing with the reputation of King Duan, so many people in the house heard it, but without trust is a villain."

Duan Baiyue: “…”

Akan's Chinese language may not be very good. Wen Liunian was enthusiastic and could not distinguish between "fame" and "reputation" for a while, so he said in a confused manner: "Seven or eight years ago, someone did come to Pomengshan."

Sure enough... Wen Liunian's smile became more and more pure: "For the mermaid?"

"To buy the golden thread Gu." Akan said, "The price offered was not low at that time, but the condition was to send someone to the East China Sea with him."

"Then the patriarch agreed?" Wen Liunian asked.

"I don't want to agree." Akan looked at Duan Nian again, and his tone was obviously not good.

Duan Baiyue raised her eyebrows. Seven or eight years ago, it should have happened to be the time when she was isolated and defeated the Meng clan. She probably had no money and food, so she had to leave the mountain.

The person sent out that year was Akan's cousin named Naba, who was considered a master of Gu raising among the clans. He stayed in the East China Sea for more than half a year before returning, and brought back a lot of gold, silver and jewelry. The Pomeng clan also lived a good life because of this.

"Where are others?" Wen Liunian asked hurriedly, "Why didn't there come one by one?"

"I rolled down the mountain during a thousand years of hunting," Akan said, "I was not saved."

Wen Liunian felt a little apology in her eyes.

"According to what he said, he was imprisoned in the East China Sea and could only see two or three people, and he didn't know where they were." Akan said, "What he did every day was to keep raising gold thread Gu. Occasionally, he heard the guards talking, and once mentioned the human body and fish tail. He thought it was strange and wrote a story, intending to bring it back to give insight to the tribe members, but he accidentally lost it later."

"That should be this one." Wen Liunian picked it up from the table, "Who happened to pick it up and sent it to the academy as an ancient book." Then, after many years, he was found again by himself.

This is the will of God in the dark.

"What kind of house is the one who imprisoned Naba? Has he ever said it?" Ye Jin interrupted.

"There is a large cylinder in the middle of the house, and the walls are clean." Akan said, "There are trees and flowers in the yard."
To be continued...