Chapter 393 Direction
With a court official agreeing to help investigate the case, Fu Qingzhou felt relieved.
He naturally enjoyed this meal much more.
Although he did not agree with what Bai Jin said in his lecture before at the White Crane Pond, this does not involve his evaluation of Bai Jin... Under the feudal etiquette system, a scholar, especially He is an excellent scholar, and it is perfectly normal for him to have the thought that "study and practice are for the purpose of serving as an official in the court, and other than that, it is all a secret project."
Just like my brother-in-law, he probably thinks the same way.
Therefore, the three of them chatted happily during the meal.
Fu Qingzhou also took this opportunity to learn about Dayan's official system... Although he went in with one ear and out with the other, he didn't remember much at all. He only remembered one thing: Bai Jin's official system. The quality is actually similar to Li Jingzhe!
Of course, Li Jingzhe is the powerful official who controls the life and death orders of countless secret envoys in Mingjiang Pavilion, while Bai Jin is a civil servant who has just taken office. Although their official status is similar, their actual influence is The strength is still too low.
But no matter what, for him to be able to reach such a status at such a young age...either he has a very strong talent or a very terrifying background.
No matter which one, it shows that this will be a dazzling star in Dayan's officialdom in the future.
"Brother Fu, Brother Jin."
After almost eating, Bai Xiaochuan wiped his mouth and said, "I still have to prepare for the afternoon class, so I won't say more to you. Let's go first?"< br>
Fu Qingzhou smiled quickly and raised his hands: "Thank you so much, Brother Bai, for recommending the Imperial Envoy. I will visit you later to say thank you."
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
Bai Xiaochuan He waved his hand and said: "You are a rough guy who burns harps and cooks cranes. Don't be so formal. Hahaha... I'm leaving!"
After that, he held up the hem of his gown and left the dining hall quickly.
Bai Jin looked at the back of this clan brother and shook his head helplessly: "Oh, he is good at everything, but he is too temperamental..."
Halfway through, he stopped talking. After continuing, he turned to Fu Qingzhou and smiled: "Young Master Fu is laughing."
"Where is it."
Fu Qingzhou said with a smile: "Brother Bai has a straightforward temper and is quite chivalrous. , I am quite congenial.”
After that, there was no more words between the two of them, which was quite embarrassing... After all, during the meal just now, Bai Xiaochuan was the one doing the talking. As soon as he left, the two people who were not familiar with each other became a little quiet.
"Young Master Fu, I have something to do in the next moment..."
"Your Majesty, I have to go..."
After a moment of silence, the two of them spoke at the same time. , and then they all started laughing.
"Okay, stop making excuses." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Without Brother Bai, our conversation is really awkward...but it doesn't affect anything. I'm very happy to get to know the Royal Envoy. .”
"This is very true."
Bai Jin also smiled and said: "Gentlemen are harmonious but different. Although I am not used to chatting with people like Fu Shaoxia, it does not affect me. I think you are a young man in my heart. Hero."
Fu Qingzhou stood up and bowed his hands: "Well, farewell, Your Excellency."
"Goodbye, Mr. Fu." Bai Jin also stood up and bowed.
……
In the southeast corner of the capital, Yifang Bridge.
This is a flyover across a small river. There are many artists gathered on both sides of the bridge, including cross talkers, jugglers, jugglers, and people who play, play, and sing.
When night falls, this place becomes a good place for people in the capital to have fun. It is brightly lit, full of people, and very lively.
In the corner of the overpass, a beggar lowered his head, with a few coins scattered in the broken bowl in front of him.
The beggar is none other than Wu Yan.
His eyes kept wandering in three directions through the dirty long hair.
The first position is in the center of the overpass. There is a blind man setting up a stall to tell fortunes. The big banner next to him says "Iron mouth cuts straight". The business is not good or bad, but the important thing is , there is a pattern of three interlocking circles on the corner of the big screen.
He... is from Xingyun Shangyun.
Wu Yan searched for a long time before he found such a small stronghold of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce that had the same location and was always surrounded by people coming and going.
However, he did not dare to get close.
Because...
Wu Yan looked to the left.
Not far away, a middle-aged scholar with a smile on his face, waving a fan in his hand, stood in the crowd and watched several buskers performing a chest-breaking performance. He was very ordinary, just like countless people in the capital. Just like the scholars and talented people I met.
But Wu Yan recognized that the fan in his hand was the fan that easily killed a group of Xiaoyu Pavilion killers the day before yesterday.
This... is a very powerful practitioner!
And it's not just him.
Wu Yan turned his gaze to the right again.
Not far away, there was a small dog-skin ointment stall on the overpass. An extremely ugly old man with a head full of dysentery sat leaning against the railing in front of the stall, shouting feebly. Wu Yan was very sure that this old man had been following him for a long time.
No matter where I go, he is always with me.
Because of this old man, Wu Yan didn't dare to go to any place with few people because he couldn't see through this old man.
The only thing he was sure of was that in this capital, they did not dare to attack in crowded places.
This is why...he has always stayed in places like Yifang Bridge where people come and go.
But because of this middle-aged scholar and this old man, he could never get close to the blind fortune teller.
Wu Yan knew clearly that if he didn't move, they wouldn't act rashly; but if he moved... he would definitely die.
What to do?
Keep going like this? Three months?
This is impossible. The longer time passes, the stronger the people who come to kill me will become. There is absolutely no way that your Majesty will let you go.
I have to think of another way...
Wu Yan lowered his head again and stared at the copper plate in the broken bowl, not knowing whether he was in a daze or thinking.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a strange smell coming from the end of the overpass.
This breath...how should I describe it?
It is not a powerful spirit, nor a terrifying sense of oppression, but a drowsy impulse; it is not a drug or anesthetic, but something very comfortable and pleasant. It's like the feeling of sleepiness after having a full meal, happy and intoxicating.
But this smell and this feeling are fatal to Wu Yan, so he doesn't like it.
His whole body was extremely tense, staring at the source of the breath.
Others on the Yifang Bridge did not notice this strange smell, but the middle-aged scholar and the old man were vaguely aware of it and subconsciously turned their heads to look.
The next moment, the two of them... rolled their eyes at the same time and fell to the ground, shocking the tourists and artists around them.
Wu Yan’s eyes widened.
What happened?
Someone attacked the two of them?
However, I didn’t see anything!
He didn’t even know where the strange aura came from!
But... Wu Yan's heart raced rapidly, and his eyes immediately locked onto the blind fortune teller.
Can’t wait any longer, this is a God-given opportunity!
He let out a breath and stood up.
At this moment, an old hand floated from nowhere and gently placed on his shoulder.
"Hey, don't go."
A hoarse and playful voice sounded behind Wu Yan: "That blind man is not from the Nebula Chamber of Commerce at all. If he goes, you will die too."
Wu Yan’s pupils shrank and he turned around suddenly!
But behind him, there was nothing.
The next moment, a crumpled note was thrust into his hand.
Wu Yan was startled and turned around to look around, but there was still no one... From the beginning to the end, he didn't notice anyone around him, not even a gust of wind!
What kind of master is this? !
He lowered his head suddenly and read a piece of paper in his hand.
On the paper, there is only one small word, and the handwriting is so regular that it seems to have been carved on it.
"Wait."
Wu Yan felt confused and raised his head.
I saw that the blind fortune teller I had been staring at for a long time was lying on the table at some point, and a trace of blood was slowly flowing out from under him.
But the middle-aged scholar and ugly old man just now was still lying on the ground, and blood began to flow from his body.
Many people on the overpass exclaimed, and it gradually became a bit chaotic... But from the beginning to the end, no one glanced at Wu Yan.
At the same time, the aura that made Wu Yan feel warm and trapped gradually dissipated.
He squeezed the note in his hand and pursed his lips.
The master who followed him is dead. Do you want to go find the Nebula Chamber of Commerce now?
But... this expert who appeared inexplicably to help him left a note asking him to "wait"?
Should we go or should we wait?
After thinking for a long time, Wu Yan gradually relaxed and slumped back, picked up the broken bowl on the ground, shook it feebly at the passersby...seriously pretending to be a beggar on the overpass.
(End of this chapter)