Chapter 208: Xu Qi An: The princesses should be receiving my ambiguous text messages soon

They then searched many more books that were readily available to decipher the code words in this way, but all failed.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were a bit deflated, and the former narrowed his eyes into slits and said, “Ning Banquet, you’re suddenly not smart anymore.”

It could be clearly felt that Xu Qi’an’s active mind had seriously declined, and was not as sharp as it had been in the past.

Xu Qi’an lifted his head, staring straight at the crisscrossing beams, and said in a good-natured manner, “Were the days when your friend wasn’t in good health particularly lackluster as well?”

“What, why are you bringing up my friend’s business again…” there was some minor embarrassment for Song Tingfeng.

“Huh.” Xu Qi Min said, “I haven’t slept for thirteen days, how fast do you expect my brain to turn? Su Su, that useless thing, can’t even do anything to boost her spirits, what’s the point of keeping her.

However, the beauty of this charm lies not in the core, but in the matching shell.

Raising a chimera was equivalent to raising a fish pond, and it was more relaxing and enjoyable than his hard work to raise the spares like Huaiqing, Lin’an, Fuxiang, and Caiwei.

When the time comes, the fish pond owner, Xu Qi’an, holds a steel fork in his hand, and when he sees which fish he wants, he sticks it in fast and hard.

“How about taking a break.” Song Tingfeng suggested.

“Have the postman send over some sweets.” Xu Qi’an said.

The best way to combat brain fatigue is to consume sugar, which is the only energy available to the brain, and most people like to eat sweets, but it’s not really about how good they are, it’s about the brain prompting the body to consume them.

Xu Qi’an needs sugar badly right now.

The postman made them sweet soup with cinnamon and eggs, raisin pastries, and almond tofu brains …. Sweet.

Xu Qi’an drew a general from within the short one, picking the sweet soup with osmanthus and eggs and pushing the almond tofu brain to Squinty Eyes, and Song Tingfeng was instantly happy, laughing, “Ning Yan, how did you know I like sweet tofu brain.”

Because you look like a heretic… Xu Qi’an laughed, “Because we’re brothers, seeing you in tears, I’ll give you some tofu brain to sweeten your heart.”

Who washed their face in tears? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes, knowing that he was alluding to the Su Su girl.

That said, Su Su girl can be really wonderful ah, is rare, can fight with me three hundred rounds of girls …. Song Tingfeng thought about the soulful rhymes that happened in the teahouse private room today, ten shifts.

“You wouldn’t understand, you’re the prodigal son, I’m not anymore.” Song Tingfeng shook his head and laughed coldly:

“In the past, when you first joined the night watchmen, I advised you to marry Lv Qing, Sheriff Lv, you squirmed and disagreed, and then you turned your head and took up with Fu Xiang, I knew then that you were one of a kind. If Sheriff Lv married you, it would be a flower stuck in cow dung.”

Xu Qi’an flashed Lv Qing’s valiant appearance in his mind, and said without a trace of anger, “Even though Sheriff Lv isn’t as pretty as Floating Fragrance, it’s too much for you to say that she’s cow dung.”

“I didn’t say she was a cow turd, I said you.”

“So what do you say about flowers on cow dung?”

“….”

After eating dessert, because the famous detective Xu Ningyan was in a poor state, Song Tingfeng took the initiative to take on the burden of reasoning and cleared his throat:

“Let’s think about it differently, if I were Zhou Min, I would definitely hide the codebook in a place where the governor’s team could find it at any time, but without attracting attention.”

“Uh-huh!” Xu Qi’an nodded.

“Zhou Min’s residence has been checked, there are no hidden compartments or suspicious things. These books he left behind, we’ve also compared them just now.” Zhu Guangxiao said.

Song Tingfeng thought for a moment and rubbed his chin, ”…Perhaps, it may not be a book? Zhou Min had a meticulous mind, what others could think of, he could definitely think of as well.

“Let’s think of it in a different way, that could be something that has words written on it, but isn’t a book? Ning Yan, do you think there’s such a possibility.”

“Very well, Tingfeng, your cleverness has managed to catch my attention, you are a genius who has been held back by the women of the Church Department.” Xu Qi’an cupped and asked:

“Then what do you think it could be? It’s not a book, but it’s also among Zhou Min’s belongings. And it has to be quite thick ….”

Xu Qi’an suddenly paused.

“It’s the yellow calendar?!” Song Tingfeng was the first to shout out.

Zhu Guangxiao, an honest man who buries his head in his hands, accurately rummages through the relics to find a thick yellow calendar, “Is it it?”

“That’s it!” Xu Qi’an exhaled the cloudy air in his chest in one gulp, his eyes brimming with excitement.

It’s both a book and not a book. At the same time, it was eye-catching, but at the same time, it was plain and uninteresting. According to the speculations and analysis of Zhou Min’s character during this period of time, Xu Qi’an was extremely certain that this was Zhou Min’s style.

The three of them couldn’t wait to turn over the yellow calendar, starting with the first word and counting by the chart to the one hundred and sixty-second word: day!

The “day” of the B-day.

Then came the three hundred and forty-seventh word, the fourth word, the first word, the second word.

Combined: Silent Daylight Din One Five!

Obviously, this is wrong.

Next, they used a second method, taking the number of pages, not the number of words.

If you take the number of pages, then each word number corresponds to a day in the calendar. The combination is as follows:

Mer, April 6th, January 15th, January 29th, January 25th, January 26th.

“Day, wrong again.” Xu Qi’an threw the yellow calendar and cursed, “This is the wrong idea, start over.”

“Perhaps we can solve the word “silent” first, as it is the only word and in the front row.” Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own idea.

The significance of the platoon is significant.

Xu Qi’an pinched his brow, “So do you have any thoughts?”

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.

Xu Qi’an asked again, “The word “silent” has no special meaning in our government office, right?”

Song Tingfeng mused, “Lord Governor and Jiang Jinluo have long studied the code words, if the word ‘silent’ points to a certain code word in the Yamen, Lord Jiang and Lord Governor should be able to detect it.”

“What can the governor find out? He’s only good at charades.” Xu Qi’an bristled, and in the next moment, he froze.

Auroras burst through the depleted mind, flashes of electricity.

He remembered that when he was still in the police academy, a professor who studied criminal psychology once said that a person’s behavior was closely related to his habits.

When profiling and profiling a target person, the first step is to gather as much information as possible about the person and understand their habits.

The most cunning criminal has a pattern of behavior that is traceable to his habits.

What is Cho Min’s habit?

It’s an anagram!

Yang Yingying said, Zhou Min likes to play charades with her while drinking …. Therefore, when Zhou Min was thinking about how to hide the evidence and leave clues, he would habitually lean towards the direction of charades …. From this, it was deduced that the only word in the two sets of secret codes was also an anagram. Xu Qi’an’s thoughts were becoming clearer and clearer.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other, tacitly keeping silent, just now for a moment, Xu Ningyan’s state came back, as wise and focused as when he was tracking down the Sang Po case.

Silence, split into black and dog …. Xu Qi’an pinched his brow as he asked, “I remember my colleague who went to Huang Bo Street saying that it was a dog market?”

Song Tingfeng let out a “hmm”, “It’s the dog market, why?”

Xu Qi An then said, “The character for “silent” is split up into “black” and “dog”, and Huang Bo Street’s information is a clue left by Zhou Min in the last crossword puzzle, I think it can be matched now. “

“You think the code word points to the dog market?” Song Tingfeng frowned, “Then what does this black stand for? Isn’t it too arbitrary to judge that the code word points to the Dog Market with just the word dog.”

“I have an idea.” Xu Qi’an didn’t finish his sentence and went out to call for the stagehand.

“What are your orders, my lords?” The postman said.

“How much do you know about Huang Bo Street.” Xu Qi’an asked.

“Huang Bo Street ah, that place can be chaotic, daytime is fine, quiet. But at night, there is a mix of fish and dragons there, there are all sorts of people, chicken thieves, jianghu tourists, and even bandits from outside will go to that street.” The postman replied.

Is it dog meat that is sold there, or what kind of meat …. Xu Qi’an ventriloquized, pondering, “Mountain bandits and jianghu visitors, they shouldn’t be so bad as to run there just for a bite of dog meat, right?”

“Of course not, Huang Bo Street sells dog meat on the surface, but it’s actually a black market. Selling unseemly things and making unseemly deals.” The postman said.

“Have you ever been to the black market?” Xu Qi’an asked.

The stagecoachman immediately showed a look of shame and mumbled, “Went to buy dog meat.”

Why buy dog meat and make an awkward face of being caught pretending with your hands… Xu Qi’an frowned, “Speak human.”

The stagecoachman whispered, “I’ve looked for bootleggers at Shop No. 6 in Xin, and that’s what buying dog meat means.”

Too young, looking for a private prostitute are so twisted and afraid to say… the three of them shook their heads and sighed at the same time.

“Sin 6?” Xu Qi’an asked.

“Black market stores are named after heavenly stems and earthly branches.” The young stagehand blushed and felt like he was being publicly executed.

Xu Qi’an nodded, “Got it, you go down first.”

Waiting for the stagehand to close the door and leave, listening to the sound of footsteps fading away, Xu Qi’an shrugged, “The situation is already very obvious, the black dog, referring to this black market that hangs the dog’s meat.”

As for why there was such a place in Baidi City, doing unseemly deals under the eyes of the government, it was not to be wondered at.

Even the world’s premier city has many black markets.

Huang Bo Street was not too far from the stagecoach station, but it was categorized as an outer city, and there was no curfew at night.

“Then what do the other code words refer to?” Song Tingfeng asked himself, “It should be telling us who we should look for when we go to the black market, or how to look for it.”

“The answer is in the yellow calendar.” Xu Qi’an was very certain in his tone.

“We’ve already examined it just now.” Zhu Guangxiao looked at him.

“Huang Li’s idea is correct, but how could Zhou Min leave a vital clue in the relics.” Xu Qi’an said:

“It’s from previous years’ calendars, not this year’s.”

“What year is it?” Zhu Guangxiao said in a deep voice.

“Guangxiao ah, today you are clearly less resourceful than Tingfeng. There were so many in previous years, and with Da Feng having been established for six hundred years, trying to find the correct yellow calendar would undoubtedly be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and Zhou Min doesn’t appear to be that stupid. Since it’s not this year’s yellow calendar, I’m guessing that yellow calendar has some sort of unusual meaning to him.

“The yellow calendar certainly doesn’t have any special significance, but the year does, such as the year of birth, the big day of the wedding, and so on. If I’m not mistaken, that would be the yellow calendar from fourteen years ago.

“Because that was the beginning of Zhou Min’s appointment to Yunzhou.”

Fourteen years ago, the old calendar, this time the post station is also no more, only the government office and the bookstore still have reservations, in order to keep a low profile, Song Tingfeng did not look for the government office, but went to the bookstore.

After a tea break, he rode back with the old yellow calendar.

Xu Qi’an found a pen and paper, spread out on the table, thinking that his own words can hardly reach the hall of elegance, so he pushed Zhu Guangxiao out to act as a sword and penman.

They used the same method as before, using the “first word” method of decryption, and found that it was still incorrect, and the transcribed words did not match the words in the cow’s head.

Then, using the “page counting method”, the 162nd page is the 12th day of May, which is suitable for: opening a market, marriage, entering a house, traveling.

Taboo: Praying for blessings, opening a barn, digging a well.

“Open the market!” Xu Qi’an captured the key information, “It should be for us to go to the black market after the market opens at night.”

His statement was echoed by Sung Ting Fung.

And then the second set of codes: three hundred, fourteen, seven, fourteen, two.

Xu Qi’an turned to page 347, which was dated January 15, he scanned the yellow calendar of that day, finally came to a realization and said:

“I understand!

“One hundred and sixty-two and three hundred and forty-seven refer to the number of pages, and four, one, and two refer to the number of words. Look, Tingfeng, what is the fourth, first, and second words of this page, joined together?”

Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and read, “Ding 15…”

Associating the information the stagecoachman had just said, he blurted out, “Black market store, Ding 15?”

The mystery is finally solved…

Xu Qi’an and Song Tingfeng were relieved, leaning back in their chairs and exhaling a long breath.

Zhu Guangxiao also put down his pen, feeling relaxed.

Xu Qi’an walked over to the table, fixed his eyes on it, and said with a shocked expression, “Guangxiao, your writing is even this ugly.”

Song Tingfeng ran over to join in the fun, shouting, “It’s impossible to get into, it’s impossible to get into…”

Zhu Guangxiao was unconvinced, “Your writing is beautiful?”

Song Tingfeng arrogantly said, “My calligraphy is no worse than a scholar’s, when I was a child, I saved money to buy paper and ink in order to practice writing.”

For his part, Xu Qi’an said, “When I was a child, my family was poor, so in order to practice writing, I dipped a brush in water and practiced in the yard for twenty years.”

Zhu Guangxiao suspiciously swept his eyes at them and handed the pen over, “Then you guys write a few for me to see.”

Xu Qi’an and Song Tingfeng silently turned around and hooked their shoulders:

“Come on, go to your room and rest, calligraphy is not for showing off.”

“I think so.”

Looking at the back of the two leaving, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth and looked down at his calligraphy, secretly deciding that in the future, he would also start practicing calligraphy diligently, and could not lag behind them in this small group.

Back in his room, Xu Qi’an took off his shoes and got into bed to meditate to make sure he was in good shape when he went to the black market at night.

Perhaps his brain was too tired, he hadn’t gotten into the swing of things for a long time, and his thoughts flared out uncontrollably, making it difficult to collect them.

…. Counting the time, Huaiqing and Lin’an will have received my letter by now …. I hope that letter can turn Huaiqing’s anger into happiness, even though I don’t know what I have offended her …. The stupid girl who framed it must have been very touched, she is better than Chu Caiwei, that love-struck foodie ….

As for whether the two princesses would exchange letters in private or be seen by someone other than them, Xu Qi’an thought it was impossible.

First, Huaiqing and Lin’an were not on good terms, and there was categorically no possibility of exchanging letters. Moreover, the letter he wrote was a bit ambiguous, and a girl in this era who wanted to be ashamed would not likely tell someone about such a letter.

Secondly, both Huaiqing and Framing were mature princesses, mature enough to have been able to carry out conception, with the freedom and power to send and receive letters, without the emperor and concubines asking questions, while others would not dare to open the princesses’ letters privately.

The possibility of him, a little gong, writing ambiguous letters to the two princesses was almost nonexistent to come to light.

Gradually, Xu Qi’an entered a state of contemplation.