On the table in the living room, a carrier pigeon with a bitten neck was lying motionless there, and it was already dead. Zhang Zong and Wan'er stared at each other, and the coal balls were lying on the chair next to him. They looked at Zhang Zong and Wan'er, and then they yawned and curled up and ignored others.

"This... is the legendary Feisou?" Wan'er finally asked carefully at this time. She moved her body and blocked Zhang Zong's gaze at the coal ball, as if she was afraid that Zhang Zong would hurt her beloved pet.

"Yes, look at the letter tube on its feet, and it should contain important letters!" Zhang Zong also picked up one of the pigeons at this time and said, "There was a thin bamboo tube tied to it. The one that could be opened was sealed by fire paint, and there was obviously something inside.

Not all pigeons can be used as pigeons. Only pigeons trained by humans can be used as pigeons. The Tang Dynasty called this kind of pigeons a flying slave. It is said that there was an institution specializing in collecting and transmitting intelligence in the imperial court, called Feinusi. The one who conveys intelligence was Feinu.

Of course, in addition to the Feinusi, some important institutions will also use Feinusi to convey information. For example, when the Ministry of War is in urgent need of military information, it will use Feinusi to convey war reports. In addition, there are some natural disasters and man-made disasters. I even heard that some big businessmen also raise Feinusi in private, so that they can convey business conditions as soon as possible and walk ahead of others. After all, shopping malls are like battlefields, and sometimes a small amount of intelligence can determine the outcome of a battle.

"Young master, don't you open it?" Wan'er asked again at this time. After all, Zhang Zong had been watching this thing for a long time.

Zhang Zong was also hesitating at this time. Feinu is not something that ordinary people can afford. Although he heard that some private people use Feinu to deliver messages, whether it is private or the court, the information conveyed must be very important. Otherwise, Feinu would not be used. Now this Feinu is caught by coal balls, and he doesn’t know whether he should read the information he carries?

Look! In the end, Zhang Zong decided to take a look. After all, if he didn't know what information the flying slave was carrying, he didn't know how to judge. What if there was an urgent military situation inside?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zong finally reached out to remove the bamboo tube on the pigeon's legs, crushed the hot paint, opened the lid, and poured out a small roll of paper from it. When he spread the paper, he was stunned for a moment.

I saw a group of curved words written on the note. It was not Chinese characters anyway. It was the first time Zhang Zong saw them. Of course, he didn't know the meaning of these words. Zhang Zong even wondered if these words were written. Could they be some kind of special symbols specifically used to convey information, just like the passwords of later generations?

"Huh? This is... this is Turkic text?" But at this time, Wan'er leaned over curiously and shouted in surprise when she saw the words on the note.

"Do you know these words?" Zhang Zong couldn't help but ask in surprise when he heard this. The Turks were once stronger than the Tang Dynasty and had their own words, but they had been lost in later generations. Unexpectedly, Wan'er actually recognized them.

"I don't know it, but I've seen similar Turkic words, which are very similar to these words, but..." Wan'er shook her head and showed a puzzled expression at the end.

"It's just something?" Zhang Zong asked again.

"It's just that since Emperor Taizong destroyed the Turks, this kind of text has been banned. Now even the Turks themselves have changed to Chinese characters. Only the more remote Uighurs are still using it, but they are hardly seen in Chang'an. I have occasionally seen Turkish texts in some books, which are very similar to these words on the note, but I'm not sure they are Turkish characters." Wan'er also showed a somewhat uncertain expression at the end of her speech.

Zhang Zong was even more surprised when he heard this. No wonder the Turkic texts in later generations were lost. It turned out that they were banned by Li Shimin. However, since Wan'er felt that the words on the note looked very similar to the Turkic word, she thought there would be no mistakes. After all, with her temperament, if she was not sure, she would definitely not say anything randomly.

"Interestingly, there was a Turkic text on Fei Nu. The imperial court would never use the banned Turkic text to convey messages, right?" Zhang Zong touched his chin and said to himself.

Without further ado, Zhang Zong took a note and entered Furong Garden again. It didn't matter if he and Wan'er didn't know Turkic Wen, but there were many Turkic people in the Tang Dynasty, and the Turkic demise did not last long. I think someone should know him.

"Hey, why are you back?" Li Hong, who was reviewing the memorial, asked with a surprised expression when he saw Zhang Zong who had returned. Since Zhang Zong entered Chongxian Pavilion, he has given Zhang Zong the power to enter and exit Furong Garden freely and see himself at any time.

"When something happens, can your highness recognize the Turkic text?" Zhang Zong walked forward and asked with a smile.

"Turkish writing? I haven't learned it specifically, but I have seen it in some documents. Why did you ask about this?" Li Hong asked with a surprised expression when he heard Zhang Zong's words.

"It's a coincidence that when I came home just now, my cat brought a flying slave back, but a note appeared on its leg with words that were suspected to be Turkic. I was not sure, so I wanted your highness to ask someone to help me take a look." Zhang Zong said as he put the note in front of Li Hong.

Li Hong was also shocked when he heard Zhang Zong's words. Someone actually used texts prohibited by the Tang Dynasty to deliver messages, and used unusual means such as Fei Nu, which was a bit strange.

"It's indeed Turkic text!" Li Hong only glanced at the content on the note and immediately said with great determination that he was much more familiar with Turkic text than Wan'er. After all, the Turkic was once the most powerful enemy of the Tang Dynasty. Even though the Turkic had perished, the upper class of the Tang Dynasty was still very familiar with Turkic culture.

There was even a gust of wind in Chang'an City, which was to dress up as a Turkic person. The most famous of them was Li Shimin's eldest son Li Chengqian. This was just like some Americans in later generations who liked to dress up as Indians to play games. This was actually a humiliation from the conquerors to the conquered.

"Come here, please come, Mr. Zhou from Chongxian Pavilion come in!" Li Hong immediately ordered.

This Zhou scholar Zhang Zong has also seen him. He is famous for his erudition and talent. He is said to be proficient in more than a dozen languages. He also traveled to various countries when he was young and was very familiar with the customs and customs of various countries. He had taught Zhang Zong and others a lesson before, and taught the history and customs of various countries outside the region, which was very popular with Li Dan and Xue Shao.

After a while, a middle-aged man with dark skin and short stature walked in. The man had a big beard. Although he was not tall, his body was very wide. His wide official robe could not cover up his strong muscles. At first glance, he looked more like a martial artist than a knowledgeable and talented bachelor of Chongxian Pavilion.

"Meet the Crown Prince!" After Mr. Zhou came in, he immediately saluted Li Hong. Then he saw Zhang Zong also showed a friendly smile. He had heard that Zhang Zong was proficient in mathology and was recommended to be an official by various mathology bachelors, so he was also very friendly to his future colleague.

"Mr. Zhou doesn't have to be too polite. You are proficient in writing from various countries. Look at what is written on this note?" Li Hong immediately handed the note to the other party and said.

It seems that this is not the first time that Mr. Zhou has done such a thing. In fact, in addition to being a bachelor from Chongxian Pavilion, he has another official position, but this official position is relatively confidential and generally unknown to outsiders.

Mr. Zhou took the note and looked at it, and then his face changed. He looked up at Zhang Zong, but his face showed a deep thought, because he didn't know if he should let Zhang Zong know the content on the note?

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, the note was given to me by Zhang Zong. Just say anything if you have anything to do!" Li Hong said indifferently, just kidding, he wanted Zhang Zong to participate in more affairs, so he naturally would not carry Zhang Zong behind his back.

"Qi Bao, this is the inner room that is ambushed in my Tang Dynasty..."

Mr. Zhou was about to speak out the content on the note, but Zhang Zong suddenly interrupted: "Your Highness, since this matter is very involved, I'd better take it off. After all, if one person knows this kind of thing, there will be more risk of leakage!"

The inner room comes from Sun Tzu's Art of War, one of the five, which refers to officials ambushing the enemy country. Since Mr. Zhou said that the notes were from the inner room and were written in Turkic words, the information was already amazing. I don't know who is involved next? So Zhang Zong also made a decision immediately, and it would be better for him to participate less in this matter.

Zhang Zong's words also made Mr. Zhou nodded secretly. After all, the content on the note was too amazing, and the fewer people knew, the better.

Li Hong originally wanted to take this opportunity to let Zhang Zong participate in more things, but seeing that he expressed his attitude and did not want to participate, he was a little helpless. Finally, he had to nod and said, "Okay, but if you really make great contributions in this matter in the future, don't refuse your contributions at that time!"

"Thank you!" Zhang Zong saw Li Hong's agreement and immediately retreated. After he walked out of Li Hong's bedroom, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although he took a step back and agreed to enter the officialdom, he did not intend to participate in such a confidential matter from the beginning.

After returning home, Zhang Zong asked Wan'er to cook a fish for the coal balls, which was a reward for it. After learning that the coal balls were not causing trouble, they made great contributions, they jumped three feet high. Unfortunately, the coal balls are not allowed to be held by her now, otherwise she would have to dance with the coal balls in her arms.

Because of the pigeon, Zhang Zong and his friends' lunch were delayed. After they had lunch, Zhang Zong got into the greenhouse and took care of his beloved flowers and plants. Although he was no longer a little gardener, if he had time, he still wanted to bloom the flower garden. After all, this was his interest.
Chapter completed!