Chapter 297

When Wusheng's mother returned to Bianzhou, the city was already full of rumors. From time to time, a Jinyiwei on horseback with a stern face ran by on the street.

This scene made her stunned, and she ran several streets to observe carefully. She found that the number of Jinyiwei in the city was really shocking. You didn't have to walk to the end of a street. There were three or four of them, and even if there were fewer, you could see one or two.

Moreover, the faces of these Jinyiwei were all cold and murderous. They didn't look like they were on official business, but rather clearing the way before escorting someone.

"What's going on?" Wusheng's mother looked gloomy, and her doubtful eyes occasionally glanced at the Jinyiwei standing still not far away.

"Could it be that the Hu people... were exposed?"

She had a lot of thoughts in her mind, and countless good or bad thoughts came out. The more she looked and waited, the more flustered and anxious she became, and she couldn't help but lift her feet to walk towards the restaurant.

Back in the original room, the scholar was drinking tea leisurely, looking a bit bored. Wusheng's mother closed the door, hurriedly lowered her voice, and asked in confusion: "Scholar! What happened in Bianzhou City? Why are there so many Jinyiwei on the street?"

The scholar said "Hi", put down the teacup, waved his hand and smiled: "Mother, don't worry, it's not a big deal! Isn't it that the imperial envoy found something and has to go back to Beijing to see the emperor."

"Then why are there so many Jinyiwei on the street?"

Hearing this, the scholar pursed his lips and said easily: "Mother, don't worry! Isn't it that the assassination of the imperial envoy in Bianzhou is too big, and the imperial envoy who came this time has a strong background. So, in order to ensure the safety of the imperial envoy, just send the Jinyiwei out to keep watch."

So that's it. Wusheng's mother sat down for a long time and let out a long breath. No wonder the Jinyiwei on the street all look the same: they look around fiercely, as if someone owes him money.

She took a few sips from the teacup and continued, "I have already reported it to the higher-ups. Someone will probably come in a few days. We have to keep an eye on the slightest movement in the city these days."

"I understand." The scholar was not interested, and turned around and asked impatiently, "Then tonight, I will go out to get some information?"

"Go to the brothel if you want to, what about getting information?"

"Hey, a scholar, be tactful!" The scholar seemed to have suddenly come back to life and smiled brightly.

This is his hobby, and Wusheng's mother knows it. What else can I say? She is so old, she can't go with him, right? What will happen?

I had to nod helplessly, "Be careful."

As they were talking, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the restaurant, followed by a noise. The two opened the window and looked down curiously, just in time to see a luxurious carriage pulled by two horses, under the protection of soldiers and Jinyiwei, driving towards the ferry.

"Is this the imperial envoy's trip? So grand!" The scholar watched the carriage go away with envy without blinking.

Until the carriage disappeared from his sight, he clapped his hands and sighed: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, solemn? So majestic! A real man should be like this!"

Wusheng's mother standing next to him didn't have much emotion. She shook her head disdainfully and said sarcastically: "You, don't talk big. If you want to sit in that kind of carriage, your ancestral graves will be full of smoke."

"Hey, I don't like to hear you say that! When the master ascends the throne, we will have to have a four-horse carriage at least!"

"How can four horses be enough? I'll give you an eight-horse carriage and thirty-six people to carry the sedan chair!" Wusheng's mother said disdainfully.

The scholar waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of rejection, "This is not allowed. An eight-horse carriage is the etiquette of the emperor!"

"No, absolutely not!"

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When it got dark, Bianzhou City just returned to normal. The lights were on, and the night's excitement slowly began.

There were several places along the river, with lanterns hanging high and noisy sounds. Under the lights, there were all scenes that stirred the heartstrings. In the wind, flowers, snow and moon, there was a faint undercurrent.

In a brothel by the river in Bianzhou, teasing laughter, light singing and orchestral sounds surrounded some romantic young men and dashing young masters who threw thousands of gold just to make the beauty in the building smile.

The scholar was naturally not among them. Because his wallet was not rich, he could only sit in the lobby and drink wine, chat with the girl about poetry and songs, and listen to the literati around him talking about interesting things about the imperial examination.

Maybe he had something on his mind, or maybe the carriage he saw today left a deep impression in his heart. Although he had a smile on his face, it looked fake and absent-minded.

He drank dryly with a gloomy face, and soon his cheeks smelled of alcohol and gradually turned red. Simply put down the wine glass, squinting his eyes and listening to the music.

In the singing, he could vaguely hear a sentence from the backyard, "Who are you? What are you doing here?". The scholar instantly opened his eyes and perked up.

At this time, a clear scream came.

Not only the scholar, but even the people around him heard it clearly, and they all stopped drinking and looked up curiously in the direction of the backyard.

The orchestral singing on the stage also stopped, and the lobby became quiet. People whispered in low voices, guessing the source of the sound in the backyard.

Seeing this, the madam hurried out and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, guests, it's the servant in the backyard. He didn't step firmly and fell down. He disturbed everyone's elegance. I hope you gentlemen will be more tolerant."

"I will take the initiative to send half a pot of wine to each table to express my apology. We are not doing things well, please forgive us gentlemen."

Hearing this, the lobby became lively again, and the singing, orchestral sound, and noise gradually became louder.

But the scholar waved his hand and refused the person next to him to persuade him to drink. He stood up, apologized, and said with a smile: "I've really overdone it. I need to go out to get some fresh air and sober up."

He stood up and walked out of the brothel, walked around in a circle, and walked toward the backyard.

In the brothel, Jiang Qianhu took off his servant uniform and reported: "The backyard has been arranged."

Xuanwu by the window nodded, turned around and said, "That person has already gone around the backyard, you go over now. When the candle goes out, that's when the person has arrived."

"Okay." Zhao carefully put on the human skin mask, turned around and walked out. He took off his human skin mask in the shadow of the corner, and the muscles on his face trembled. When he appeared in the bright light again, he had turned into the face of a barbarian in space.

Go around the corridor and pavilion, jump over the wall and jump under the tree in the backyard. Bai Hu was already waiting. The two of them nodded to each other and took their stances.

The moment the fire in the room went out, the two people's true energy was generated at the same time. Zhao Yun started to chase the stars and the moon, with a few afterimages swaying as he jumped up.

He turned around and pushed out a palm, tapped his toes a few times, and instantly opened a distance. He made a special turn, passed the scholar, and ran towards the outside of the city.

Before the scholar could react, the white tiger with his face covered fell in front of him. A Jin Yiwei waist badge dangled in front of his eyes and asked in a dumb voice: "Did you see where the person just ran away?"

The scholar suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and pretended to be frightened. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed in another direction.

"Sir, you ran over there."