Chapter 269: Ning Wanjun's commission

At the beginning of preparation, these rods have taken into account the need

for quick disassembly and assembly, so there are bayonet points between each

section, which can be fixed as long as they are inserted.

However, wireless transmission is still in the most primitive stage, and the

frequency of electromagnetic waves without modulation is not high, so the

longer the antenna, the better the reception effect. With the help of Li, Xia

Fan nailed the antenna to a pillar, half of which passed through the attic and

eaves, and inserted straight into the air. From a distance, it seemed as if

there was a swaying hair on the top of Wanjing Tower. .

"That's it." Xia Fan clapped his hands.

"Only with this little thing, can you really contact Jinxia City?" Even though

I have seen the magical Li of the Xun Yin, I still have doubts-after all,

Shenzhou is too far away.

"If there are many sources of interference, you can only hear a bunch of

noises, but now there is only one communication line in the whole Daqi, and

there will be no interference at staggered times, so there is still a

possibility. Let's go to the bedroom below to try ."

In less than half an hour, the "transceiver device" connected to the antenna

was assembled. Under the gaze of a group of curious audiences, Xia Fan

breathed into the audio equipment, and at the same time called once every ten

seconds, waiting for the response from the other side.

After trying seven or eight times, the loudspeaker suddenly trembled.

"Hey..." After a blast of electric current passed, Ning Wanjun's voice

penetrated thousands of miles away and appeared in the house of Wanjing

Building, "I finally waited for the news from your side... Hey... you have now

arrived. Is Yuancheng already?"

"Wow..." Qianzhi covered his mouth and said, "I can actually hear it, and

Qianzhi's knowledge has increased again!"

Others also applauded.

There was silence for a while, "Uh... are there many people around you?"

Everyone said in unison, "I have seen your Royal Highness."

"Ahem-no need to be polite." Ning Wanjun's voice suddenly became much more

serious, "Xia Fan, report your situation."

"The Privy Council is quite thoughtful, and we have prepared a whole storey of

inn as a place to stay." Xia Fan briefly recounted what happened on the road

and the situation on Shangyuan's side. "It is said that the surrounding area

of the palace is under martial law. This is probably the reason why the news

in the palace cannot be heard. At present, the Privy Council has not formally

met with me. They chose to meet at the Lantern Festival the day after

tomorrow. Do you have any opinion on this?"

"Hey...Wan Lantern Festival?" There was a pause, "I almost forgot about it. So

that's it, if they want to see you and lead you to get to know others,

Wandengyan is indeed a good reason. I did too. I met Mo Yun at the Wandeng

Banquet—she was still a little girl at that time."

It sounds like you weren't a little girl at the time, Xia Fan thought to

himself. But what did Ning Wanjun look like as a child? It's probably not long

before he gets angry at the age of six or seven. Is it because Wen Jing's

temperament has not been overshadowed, or has he become the king of children

with a wooden sword? "If I want to go to the appointment, is there anything I

need to pay attention to?"

"Hey... there should be no problem." Ning Wanjun replied, "The Wandeng Banquet

is held in the Palace Square. There are many invitees. The Privy Council will

not mess around in such a place, just enjoy the dinner. But..."

"But what?"

"If they invite you to another place after they leave, it's not guaranteed."

Xia Fan couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth, "Do you think I am

a three-year-old child? I can still be kidnapped everywhere."

After a moment of silence, Ning Wanjun's voice sounded again, "By the way, can

you do me a favor?"

"you said."

"...I want to talk to you alone."

As soon as these words came out, everyone consciously bowed their hands to the

sound instrument, "Then I'll retire first."

But apart from Fang Yanni, no one moved.

"Huh? Why are you all..."

Xia Fan waved his hand funny and said with his mouth: Okay, don't embarrass

your Highness.

Everyone turned around and went out.

He also noticed that Li's ears had become erect like antennae from their

collapsed state.

"Okay, go ahead."

"Hey... Are they sure they are not in the room?"

"Yes, I promise." Xia Fan affirmed.

As for whether these people would eavesdrop through the door panel, that was

beyond his control.

"Okay, that's the case. I want you to help me put a stick of incense... to my

mother." When Ning Wanjun spoke again, her voice was already much lower, "The

Lantern Festival itself is also a day of farewell and memorial service. I used

to complete the tomb sacrifice before the festival, and when I was unable to

go, I usually entrusted it to Grandpa Li, but now, there is no such

acquaintance in Shangyuan City."

"So that's it." Xia Fan sighed lightly, "...I understand. But your mother is a

concubine, so she won't be buried in an ordinary place, right?"

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"Hey... In fact, she was not buried in the royal cemetery, but in a cemetery

next to the cemetery." Ning Wanjun's words came intermittently, "No one is

guarding there, there are only a few sweepers. Anyone can go in... Hey...

After you get there, ask more questions to find her tombstone."

"Okay, I will go."

"please."

Then the loudspeaker made a squeaky ineffective sound, apparently interrupting

the transmission there.

Xia Fan also slowly turned off the audio instrument. In his impression, this

was the first time the princess said please to him.

The door is quiet, probably even if someone hears it, it is estimated that

they will not walk in at this time to break the atmosphere.

It wasn't until the evening ~www.mtlnovel.com~ that Li mentioned the matter

side by side, "When are you going to go?"

"You really heard it." Xia Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Hearing is too keen, so I can't blame me." Li touched his long ears to show

his innocence.

"The day after tomorrow will be the Lantern Festival, and the streets may be

quite crowded, so let's set it early tomorrow morning." Xia Fan decided.

...

Early the next morning, he left Wanjing Tower with Li He Qianyan and rode to

the hills on the western outskirts of the city.

Needless to say, Li has been Xia Fan's best partner since Gaoshan County, but

when Qianyan asked to go together, everyone was quite surprised.

However, considering that the inn had been gently guarded by Luo, Xia Fan

finally agreed to the other party's request.

Because of her short stature, she couldn't step on the stirrups on horseback,

so she could only ride a horse with Xia Fan.

Even through the thick clothes, he could feel the slight chill coming out of

the other party-as if the small body was not warm at all.

With the token handed over to Xia Fan by the Envoy of the Privy Council, the

three of them did not encounter any obstacles along the way. After an hour,

they entered the mausoleum halfway up the mountain, and under the guidance of

the sweeper, they came to a piece of land. In front of the striking stone

pavilion.

"The person you are looking for is here," said the sweeper.

"Thank you." Xia Fan handed a string of copper coins to the other party.

"Isn't the Ten Thousand Lantern Festival coming soon? Why don't there seem to

be many people who come here to pay homage?"

The other party grinned, revealing a mouthful of withered and broken teeth,

"Because there are not many living people who still remember them and can

offer incense for them."

That voice matched the white mist that hadn't dissipated around it, and there

was an inexplicable gloomy feeling.

It seemed that he was not a living person, but a ray of ghost in the border of

life and death.