Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

Xu Yuan was indeed a little surprised to see this old friend whom he had only met once.

Because as a hidden man buried in the top management of the Secret Investigation Department by the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Shiwei could not be sent to the Western Desert as a reinforcement.

However, this surprise only lasted for a moment.

The information subconsciously integrated in his mind quickly deduced the purpose of this majestic man's visit.

Before the other party spoke, Xu Yuan half-squinted his eyes and asked:

"Is it because something happened in the Imperial Prison?"

Huang Shiwei did not answer this question immediately. His rough and heavy palms stroked the wood grain on the counter to activate the formation. He looked outside the door vigilantly and said:

"Sir, please go to the inner hall to discuss this matter."

After saying that, his burly body slightly turned to one side, raised his hand and gestured slightly to the curtain behind the counter.

He walked around the counter, lifted the curtain and entered the back hall.

Since slave sales are on the edge of the Great Yan law, ordinary slave trading shops are divided into two parts: the front hall for meeting guests and the back hall for storing "goods".

After the guests have discussed the relevant matters with the steward in the front hall, they will be led to the back hall to inspect the goods.

As soon as he walked in, Xu Yuan's brows slightly tightened unconsciously.

The back hall is a long and narrow corridor. With the extremely dim light, you can see the cage-like prisons on both sides, but at this moment these prisons are covered with leather blankets like shrouds.

Xu Yuan casually lifted a corner of the leather blanket, and after seeing the crowded scene inside, he frowned and retracted his sight.

Inside, he saw a pair of eyes that were either disgusted, or fearful, or lifeless.

It was a bit like the sixteenth-century slave ship in the movie of the previous life.

Even if some incense was sprinkled in the room, it still couldn't cover the unpleasant stench in the air mixed with various secretions of the human body.

Just as he was thinking, the burly man leading the way in front handed him a square towel, and said in a light and thick voice:

"This slave blanket is dirty and has stained your hands."

Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows and took it. While wiping off the grease on his fingertips, he asked softly:

"Is the environment in this human market so bad?"

Huang Shiwei's answer was as calm and deep as ever:

"The Tartar slaves you have seen in the territory of Da Yan have been screened layer by layer, and Zhenxi Prefecture is the first transit point for selling Tartars. After the chivalrous group enters the desert to capture slaves, they will be concentrated in Zhenxi Prefecture to sell to slave traders. There are many slaves, and the quality is uneven. The environment is naturally not as good as the human market in Da Yan."

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Wholesale market

Such a term flashed through his mind subconsciously, and Xu Yuan ignited a ball of black flame in his hand to wipe off the dirt. The stained handkerchief burned out, and he said softly:

"If you don't see it with your own eyes, this scene is really hard to imagine, but these people are really good at making money."

Hearing this tone, Huang Shiwei immediately glanced at Xu Yuan's expression and whispered:

"Third Master, you don't have to mind it. The Tartar Chao treats our people in the same way."

"Mind?"

Looking at the sturdy man for a moment, Xu Yuan smiled slightly and asked back with a smile:

"I just sighed, why did Mr. Huang say that?"

Huang Shiwei turned his eyes away, was silent for a while, and bowed his head:

"Huang is too talkative."

Xu Yuan stared at the back of the sturdy man in front of him, shook his head, and said slowly:

"You set the place to meet me in this slave trade shop. You should have something to say to me, right?"

Every move of people who are mixed in the power center of Da Yan has its own intention.

Huang Shiwei knows his identity, and he knows that he will inherit the huge Xiangguo Mansion in the future. It would be strange if he didn't take this opportunity to make some tests in advance.

The footsteps of the two men echoed in the narrow corridor with their hard boots hitting the ground.

As if because Xu Yuan's words were too direct, Huang Shiwei was silent for a long time before he slowly said:

"The people captured by these chivalrous groups are not only targeting the Tartars."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and replied with a chuckle:

"Mr. Huang, as a senior official of the Secret Investigation Department, should have the authority to deal with these lawbreakers, right?"

Huang Shiwei glanced at the felt-covered prison cells on both sides and said slowly:

"The forces involved in the slave sale are deeply rooted in Da Yan. Huang's words are not important, and he can only deal with some small characters on the stage."

After the words fell, the two men had already reached the end of the corridor.

Lifting the curtain for Xu Yuan, the light from the inner room cast into the dim space, coating the edge of his square face. Huang Shiwei stared at the noble blood of the third son behind him for a moment, and then slowly lowered his head.

Walking past the sturdy man who lowered his eyebrows and did what he did, Xu Yuan glanced at him, but did not express any attitude towards what he had just said.

Auntie Lou Ji once said that Huang Shiwei and Xu Mengxi were the same kind of people.

What Huang Shiwei said now should be understood as his political demands, or ideals.

Asking for the people

For a moment, Xu Yuan really wanted to agree, but he held back.

A decree without a realistic basis will become empty talk.

As soon as a decree was issued, hundreds of corresponding strategies were immediately thought of below.

The moment he walked into the inner room, the awkward atmosphere in the corridor was immediately isolated by the formation.

The layout was simple and clear, with a desk, two chairs, and a bookshelf.

Walking to one of the chairs and sitting down, Xu Yuan raised his hand and gestured to the empty chair opposite:

"Mr. Huang, let's talk about business first."

Huang Shiwei approached slowly but did not sit down. He stood in front of the desk with a normal expression, as if he was not affected by the setback just now. After choosing his words carefully, he said slowly:

"Sir, you are right. The reason why I came to Zhenxi Mansion is indeed because of some changes in the imperial prison."

"It seems that Qin Weishu escaped from prison and successfully got what they wanted?"

"Sir, you are as good as a god." Huang Shiwei bowed.

In response to this insignificant flattery, Xu Yuan gently waved his hand and asked solemnly:

"I remember that I should have informed you of Qin Weishu's information in advance."

Huang Shiwei's tiger eyes were calm and said:

"My lord, his escape from prison was actually instructed by Lady Lou Ji."

Xu Yuan's expression was slightly relieved when he heard this:

"That old woman is going to play a long game. So she caught it?"

"She bit the hook, and their destination is exactly this Western Desert."

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Hearing this information, Xu Yuan thought for a moment and asked:

"Why did Qin Weishu go to the imperial prison?"

"For a heart."

"What?"

"For the heart of a prisoner in the imperial prison."

Huang Shiwei took out a portrait scroll from his arms and spread it flat on the table: "By the time we found it, the second young master of the Qin family and the heart of this person had disappeared."

Xu Yuan glanced at the portrait, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice was a little doubtful:

"Is this person the former king of Tatar Chao?"