Chapter 99: The Warm-Heartedness That Cannot Be Changed

After getting Qin Ping's contact information, Huang Feng turned around and was about to leave. He took two steps and turned back to ask: "Are you well-informed in Zhaoyang?"

Li Motang had not been in Zhaoyang for a long time. It was unlikely that he would contact ordinary people, let alone establish his own information network.

To sum up, when it is necessary to obtain information from unofficial channels, this woman is probably not reliable.

Hearing his question, Qin Ping was full of confidence: "To be honest, sir, there is no news in the outer city that I can't find out. As for the inner city, it is difficult. It depends on how much you offer."

Talking about money right away, very honest, Huang Feng likes this: "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly when I need it. Let's go."

Anyway, I won't spend my own money at that time, so I don't feel bad at all.

"Take care, sir." After seeing Huang Feng off, Qin Ping continued to squat at the city gate.

Huang Feng walked on the street and flipped through the "Yuzhuan Pu" casually. He happened to see a shop selling peach blossom pastry nearby, so he wrote it in the booklet and bought a pack to try the quality of this "Yuzhuan Pu". Unexpectedly, it was really good.

While Huang Feng was strolling, Li Motang had returned to Beijing for many days and placed Nie Wenxuan in an outer house in the inner city, preparing to find a teacher for him on a certain day.

Li Motang had been staying in the palace for the past few days. Xiao Nuan followed her instructions and secretly inquired about it. She came back and said, "Miss, there are indeed many spies watching us.

Also, many people in Beijing have known about your attack in Cangyun Mountain. Now they think you are in a bad mood, and I guess no one dares to provoke you."

Li Motang smiled and said, "My father has also asked about this matter before. I think I won't be driven out of Beijing even if I make a fuss recently. It seems that this attack is not entirely a bad thing."

Xiao Nuan pouted: "But so How can we investigate with so many spies watching? "

Li Motang said slowly: "It is indeed difficult to continue to dig up the old accounts of Dongshi Town, but the matter of Anyu Pass is very important to my father. Although the murderer has been executed, the whereabouts of the weapons must be investigated. At this time, it has probably been handed over to the Imperial City Bureau to investigate. Let's see what they can find first.

If the investigation finds that the whereabouts of the weapons in Anyu Pass are really related to the affairs of Dongshi Town and Shulu, it will not be too late to follow the clues. "

"Miss, you are so smart!" Xiao Nuan boasted on the side.

Li Motang has long been accustomed to the flattery of his own maids, and he is unmoved. He is a little bored in the palace, so he takes Xiao Nuan's Rubik's Cube to play with.

Xiao Nuan sat aside, holding her chin: "When will Mr. Huang come?"

"Who knows." Li Motang looked indifferent, but couldn't help asking in his heart, "Where is he?"

On the street, Huang Feng strolled and put peach blossom cake in his mouth. He heard his heart and said casually: "I just arrived at Shulu, revisiting the old place, and plan to stay for a few days. What, are you in a hurry?"

"No hurry." Li Motang snorted.

"It's good that you're not in a hurry." Huang Feng smiled and booked a room in an inn in the outer city. He took out two banned books that he accidentally found and prepared to read them.

Unfortunately, he threw them aside after reading for a while. His expectations were a bit high and his disappointment was a bit big.

But after thinking about it carefully, Huang Feng also understood that the literati who often went to the flowers and asked the willows would not be ashamed to write such things. Once discovered, they would not only be ruined but also lose their heads.

Two volumes of books, one volume feels that the author is quite experienced, but the writing is not good, and the other volume is okay, but it is all based on imagination and lacks true feelings.

"The most popular one recently... is this?"

If he were to write it, it would be better than this!

"Hmm?" Huang Feng was tempted for a moment, and regretted not asking Qin Ping how much money he could make by writing banned books, otherwise he might not be able to suppress his literary talent.

While thinking about it, a quarrel came from below the inn.

Huang Feng pushed open the window and leaned against it to watch the excitement.

After seeing the prosperity of Zhaoyang with his own eyes, he realized that what Tao Yansheng said was not an exaggeration. The street outside the inn alone was enough for four carriages to run parallel.

It's a pity that sometimes it's useless to have a wide road. A carriage that turned out from a small road collided with another carriage going straight.

"Turn and let the straight go. I don't know what the speed limit is on the streets in the outer city. If the straight carriage exceeds the speed limit, it may also be responsible."

Huang Feng was entertaining himself by the window, and the coachman below the inn also quarreled.

The driver on the straight carriage said arrogantly: "Do you have eyes?"

"I don't have eyes? You are not allowed to gallop in the city. Don't you know how fast your carriage was just now?"

"Do you know who is in my carriage?"

"Yes... no matter who it is, you are not right!"

"Okay, stop showing off here, give him some silver and leave quickly." A voice came from the straight carriage, sounding very young.

Hearing the master's order, the driver dared not say much, no longer caring about right or wrong, and was ready to pay silver to settle the matter.

At this time, Huang Feng discovered that someone sneaked behind the carriage and stuffed a package under the straight carriage.

This is interesting. It seems that this car accident is not accidental, but intentional.

Should I take care of this trivial matter?

Reason told Huang Feng that it was better to keep a low profile when he first arrived, but...

"Alas, I was born in a flower-growing family and grew up under the red flag. As enthusiastic as I am, I really can't turn a blind eye." Huang Feng first praised himself, and then jumped out of the window.

"Where do you want to go?" He grabbed the man's shoulder with one hand and kicked the carriage, "Someone hid something under your carriage and sat still."

The driver of another carriage saw that something was exposed, so he abandoned the carriage and fled, and Huang Feng was too lazy to chase him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, let go." The guy who was held suddenly raised his fist and punched him in the eye socket.

"You're so cruel!" Huang Feng put his hand on his shoulder hard, and the man's fist suddenly became soft and powerless, and he screamed in pain.

The curtain of the carriage was just opened at this moment, and a young man walked down from it. He had sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and was very energetic. He was wearing a beige satin robe. I don't know which family he was from.

This man was also looking at Huang Feng. Although there were many beautiful women in the capital, the person in front of him, no matter his face or temperament, made him quite surprised.

"Don't look at it, under the car." Huang Feng reminded.

The man nodded and was about to bend down. The driver hurried over: "Master, I'll do it."

Unfortunately, this lackey's behavior did not win any favor. The driver was pushed away mercilessly. The man squatted on the ground and took a closer look, and took out an oil paper bag from under the carriage.

The oil-paper bag was tied tightly with hemp rope. The man stretched out his hand to the driver: "Knife."

The driver respectfully handed over the short knife on his waist and reminded: "Young master, be careful of fraud."

The man turned a deaf ear to him, cut the hemp rope with a knife, opened the oil-paper bag, and found a bag of ground plants inside, which looked like medicinal herbs.

Huang Feng didn't recognize him, but the young master in front of him changed his face, grabbed the guy who was detained, and asked sternly: "Who ordered you?"

"Little... I don't know."

"Don't know? All right, we'll be at the Dali Temple soon, I'm afraid you won't have time to tell me!"