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Volume 3: Blue Tile and Red Wall (Part 2) Volume 5: The Temple is High, the Rivers and Lakes Are Far Away Chapter 2: A Bowl of Beancurds

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    Volume 5: The height of the temple, the distance of the rivers and lakes Chapter 2: A bowl of bean curd

    Next to the ancient shelf, blue-gray smoke curled up from the brass incense burner.

    In the Jingxin Pavilion, except for the occasional coughs from Emperor Qiyuan, there was only Du Ning's whisper. Half an hour later, the conversation between the two people continued.

    "Although Wang Yuan and Luo Xuan have not revealed their whereabouts, the people below are far less sophisticated than them. The minister's people followed for a while and finally caught some clues. It's just"

    Seeing that Du Ning was hesitant, Emperor Qiyuan frowned and asked, "Just what? Do you still hesitate to speak in front of me?"

    "Du Ning did not directly answer Emperor Qiyuan's question, but calmed down and said slowly: "My man followed someone a few days ago"

    "Du Ning is very busy these days, and the people under him are even busier.  Not only must they be assigned to investigate the secrets sent by the emperor himself, but they must also privately monitor the movements of officials, the movements of various local forces in the opposition, the military situation in the northern borderlands, and the repair of floods in the south of the Yangtze River More importantly, although the rebellion has already  It has subsided, but which officials in the court have had contact with the rebel forces, or even secretly contributed to the rebels, these matters need to continue to be verified, and they must be verified with all their strength!  As the emperor, Emperor Qiyuan naturally had to protect the interests of his family on the surface, but this was just a forced move. He could tolerate people surnamed Zhang, and he could tolerate them to a large extent, but he had no choice but to secretly interact with the rebellious prince or  Emperor Qi Yuan hated people who openly joined the rebels!  No matter how generous the declared will is, it is actually impossible not to care about it, but to suppress it and not express it.

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    In the capital, the secret spies of Fei Lingwei have not been slacking off, and they have always been keeping an eye on the people who should be watched.

    Lin Nan and Ming De often wandered around when they were young. After nearly ten years of development, the already bustling South Thirteenth Street is now wider than before, and the buildings on the street have gradually become more upright.  Bustling, with the gathering of merchants, this place is even more lively. The original thirteen streets and alleys have been expanded to sixteen. However, according to the old habits, the old and young men in the capital still like to call this place Thirteenth Street.  In a newly added street, there is a tofu pudding shop opened in Beijing by southerners. Because the tofu pudding is tender, smooth, fragrant and delicious, it has gradually become famous far and wide. In addition, the price is reasonable and the portion is affordable, not only the people around it have nothing to do.  I always like to take a sip, and even wealthy families in the capital occasionally come here to sit and sit.

    Just a few days ago, a small flag from Feilingwei accidentally captured a piece of news in the Fuchun Douhua shop on South Thirteenth Street.  Originally, this Xiaoqi was not being followed on South Thirteenth Street. He just came here to drink a bowl of Lao Li Douhua after work, which not only relieved his fatigue, but also temporarily relieved his stomach.

    Douhua is the name in the south. In the north and in the capital, it is called tofu nao.

    At dusk, sitting in the corner by the window of the Douhua shop, the setting sun is shining, which actually adds to the poetry.

    ??In a large black enamel bowl, the snow-white tofu pudding is sprinkled with some green scallions, and then a few drops of sesame oil are added. The slightly salty hot tofu pudding goes into the throat, and it is ironed into the heart.  The fatigue of a day's running around seems to be dissipated in an instant, and the whole body becomes comfortable.  Hao Changfeng ate two golden and crispy fried pancakes, then picked up the bowl of Xilihulu and drank half of the bowl of hot tofu pudding. Then he reached out and wiped his mouth before going out.

    Fuchun Douhua Shop is well-known. Even though it is dusk, there are still many customers in the shop.  At this time, there were also a few people who stood up to prepare for the account like Hao Changfeng. They wore short brown robes, were scholars and porters, and the identities of the guests varied.  Next to Hao Changfeng was a middle-aged man wearing a soap shirt.  The two of them settled their accounts one after another, turned around and walked out the door.

    Bang bang bang!  Bang bang bang!

    "The God of Wealth has arrived, and the Five Gods of Luck are in full charge. If you do well, I will reward you with three melons and two dates. The ground will be filled with gold and silver, and you will be blessed until you grow old!"

    As soon as the two people went out, they heard a few bangs, and then they were blocked by a few beggars squatting in front of the Douhua shop.  Although several beggars are dressed in rags, the sets of lotus flowers in their mouths are paired with clapper dots, which sounds a bit interesting if you listen carefully.  But at this time, the middle-aged man in the soap shirt in front of his head obviously had no interest in admiring the falling lotus. He reached out and touched a few large coins and threw them on the ground, turned around and wanted to leave.  Unexpectedly, the few big coins he sent away the beggar in front of him, but attracted the other two.  One of them, Hanako, was half-kneeling on the ground. Seeing the middle-aged man in soap-shirt raising his legs to leave, in desperation, he grabbed the hem of the man's gown.

    The middle-aged man wanted to leave, but the flower child wanted to stay. With a clever move, with a sneer, a big hole was ripped out of the hem of this man's soap shirt.  Hao Changfeng saw it clearly from behind and smiled secretly.Sighing a little, this flower child has gone too far. After a good beating, he may not be able to escape.

    When Hanako saw that he had torn the man's gown, he knew something was wrong. He kept saying nice things, got up from his knees, threw down the dog-beating stick in his hand, and ran away.  According to the general situation, based on what Hanako did, the next scene should be that he was chased by a middle-aged man, beaten hard, and finally had to be punished with a bruised face.  Hao Changfeng saw clearly from behind. This kind of thing was so commonplace that he couldn't be more familiar with it. In his mind, he even saw the figure of Huazi lying on the street corner after being beaten until he was dying.  But at this moment, I saw the middle-aged man in the soap shirt stomping his feet bitterly. Instead of chasing the escaping Hanako, he quickly picked up the hem of the soap shirt, folded it and tucked it around his waist, and poked his head left and right.  After a quick glance, in the end he also flew towards the other side like the beggar!

    Thisthisthis***isn't right!

    Hao Changfeng saw it and almost subconsciously, the scalp from the neck to the top of the head was numb. As a flying guard Xiaoqi, Hao Changfeng's long-term professional habits made Hao Changfeng immediately alert and stared at the middle-aged man.  The look on his back immediately became sharp.  He was not wearing official clothes at this time, so he was stopped by Hanako, but he was born in a poor family and had a good heart. Although he felt unhappy, he still reached out and took out the little money he had left from eating Douhua and threw it to the man.  Hanako.  Then, he took a few steps to shake off the beggar behind him, followed the middle-aged man in soap shirt from a distance along the street

    Hao Changfeng did not expect that just by following this, he would find out information that would later make the leader, Du Ning, tremble when he heard it.  It was precisely this sudden idea that saved me from struggling for ten years. Later, I actually transformed myself from a small banner to a hundred households.  And the reason why he got this huge bargain was because he was temporarily greedy, so he took a two-step detour to South Thirteenth Street and ate a bowl of tofu pudding.

    The people followed by Hao Changfeng walked very eagerly along the way, but they did not notice the eyeliner following behind.  Turn left and right, and finally entered a teahouse.  Hao Changfeng walked a few steps behind and followed him to the door of the teahouse. He poked his head inside but did not go in. Instead, he turned back and stood not far from the window of the teahouse on the street.  The weather in early autumn is neither cold nor hot. Many people in the capital like to enjoy the cool air on the streets. Setting up a stall and getting some chess pieces is a happy place.  Hao Changfeng stood outside the crowd, pretending to watch the two old men playing chess, and looking into the teahouse through the window from time to time.

    Looking three times and two times, Hao Changfeng's body suddenly shook. At this moment, he felt as if he was blessed, knowing that he might have caught a good line.

    In the teahouse, the middle-aged man in soap shirt who had been following him came down and sat at a table after entering.  At the edge of the table, two other people were already sitting.  Both of them were dressed very ordinary, either looking like accountants or like servants running errands.  Originally, this kind of dress could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the capital, and there was nothing strange about the complex crowd in the teahouse.  But they didn't expect that no matter how casually they dressed, they couldn't hide it from anyone now.  Because among them, the person who looked like Mr. Accountant had been met by Hao Changfeng.

    Wang Mosheng, just like his appearance, he is really a cashier.  The reason why Hao Changfeng had a photo with him was because Wang Mosheng had appeared near the Shangshu Mansion. No one noticed him at that time. They just stared at the people in the Shangshu Mansion and ignored him.  .  But with the quality of the Feiling Guard spies, most people who have seen him can leave an impression, not to mention that the incident of staring at Shangshu Mansion happened in the past few days.

    Originally thought that Wang Moansheng was just a low-level servant doing ordinary chores, but when he suddenly saw this situation today, Hao Changfeng immediately became suspicious. He immediately took a clear note of the facial features, appearance, clothing, movements, etc. of the three people in the teahouse, and then took him with him.  He picked up a few of his men and began to stare at him silently.  It was this stare that suddenly revealed the title of Feiling Guard Baihu.  It turns out that the middle-aged man in soap shirt that day turned out to be a person from the southeast. And according to the reports from the southeast, this man seemed to have a close relationship with the former guest of the King of Wu, the first aide Jiang Bu!

    And the identity of the last remaining person was gradually revealed.  The man who was dressed like a waiter that day was actually a local gangster in the capital named Jia San. Although Jia San himself did not have any respectable status, he had attracted a group of Zicheng foxes and mice.  He has no other skills than helping idle men. He can easily dig holes, steal women, and extort money.  He is usually good at keeping up with the news.

    Once the identity information of the three people was laid out, things became obvious.  Regardless of Jia San, the remaining two people, whether it was the middle-aged man in soap shirt or Wang Mosheng, immediately became the focus of the Feiling Guards.

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