Near noon, Zhu Zijian came to the Qinglou Pavilion on North Street alone.
The restaurant is doing very well and is already full.
When the restaurant kid saw Zhu Zijian, he came up to him and said, "I'm so sorry, sir. Business is so good today, there are no more seats left. Look..."
"I'm looking for someone."
Zhuzi Jian took some broken silver from his arms and handed it to Xiao'er.
"You're welcome, just look for it slowly."
The child took the money and turned around happily to leave.
Very straightforward.
Zhuzijian walked around the restaurant but did not find Jingxin's figure.
According to the tacit understanding between the two of them for many years, Jingxin will definitely stay in the restaurant and wait for news about her.
However, he disappeared.
This is not the meditative way of doing things.
Something must have happened!
Zhu Zijian's expression changed slightly, and he was about to leave the restaurant and look around for Jingxin's whereabouts.
Unexpectedly, she turned around and was about to go downstairs when she discovered that the back alley of Huaxia Tower opposite the restaurant was even more heavily guarded than before, with at least three teams gathered here.
‘Did something unexpected happen? Zhuzi Jian frowned slightly and prepared to ask the waiter.
Usually news spreads very quickly, and the waiters in these restaurants have first-hand information.
It just so happened that meditation suddenly appeared.
Jingxin glanced at Zhuzi Jian excitedly and signaled her with her eyes.
Zhu Zijian nodded and silently followed him into a dark alley.
"Heishi, you are finally back!"
Jingxin was so excited that she smiled all over her face and almost gave Zhu Zijian a hug.
Compared to the excitement of Jingxin, Zhuzijian is very calm.
"What happened to Huaxia Tower again? Why are there so many more guards?"
Jingxin's excited expression immediately disappeared and turned solemn.
"Zhu Er and I have been investigating for the past two days, but the exact cause has not yet been found. Zhu Er is still investigating, and I think he will have to wait a little longer before he can join us."
"What about Ping'er? Where is she now?" Zhu Zijian asked.
Jingxin's face suddenly darkened and she said slowly: "Heishi, Ping'er is dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuzi Jian looked solemn and looked very ugly.
"When did this happen?"
Jingxin swallowed nervously, "When Zhu Er and I were watching last night, we saw the people from Hua Xia Lou transporting something out. I followed and found that they were digging a hole to bury something in the suburbs. After they left, I
I dug up the hole again and found that the body of a person was buried inside. I confirmed that it was Ping'er's body."
"Are you really Ping'er?" Zhu Zijian asked.
"Sure."
Jingxin nodded solemnly.
He is a red soldier killer who bravely kills those with red letters in his family.
He would definitely make no mistake in doing something as simple as examining a corpse.
"What was the cause of death?"
"The night was too dark, and I only found one trauma, which was on the back and the wound was very deep."
Zhuzi Jian frowned, and the solemn look in his eyes became even deeper.
Unexpectedly, Ping'er died.
Now, the only descendant of Wu Sangyu is Alan, but she has lost her memory and cannot remember anything. The clues to find Wu Sangyu and the mysterious organization are getting smaller and smaller. The only hope is Aunt Wufang. But
, we have to wait until we go to Lu State before we can start the investigation again.
A trace of fatigue flashed across Zhu Zijian's eyes. Ever since she came to Lan Country, everything had been out of her control. Unpredictable things happened every day, and this sense of unknown urgency was really uncomfortable.
Jingxin's eyes fell on Zhuzi Jian, and when he saw her serious expression, he knew that she must be worried.
He always felt that Heishi had experienced many vicissitudes this time when he came to Lanland, and his temperament was a little more melancholy.
Jingxin's soft sigh fell into Zhu Zijian's ears, and she raised her eyebrows slightly to look at him.
Jingxin was startled by the sudden coldness and immediately lowered her head with guilt.
The black man is indeed still a black man, with sharp eyes and full of murderous intent.
"There is still one month left before the Dragon God Banquet. Now we must help the fifth prince of Lan Kingdom, Zhu Ziye, to enter the candidate list for the Dragon God Banquet. Jingxin, you leave a clue for Zhu Er and ask him to go back to the east gate mansion to find it.
We plan everything from a long-term perspective."
Zhu Zijian gradually returned to his usual indifference, and his nervousness was somewhat relieved.
There are worries about tomorrow, but the most important thing is to solve the present problems.
Dongmen House.
Zhuzijian, Jingxin, and Zhuer who have returned are discussing the tasks of the Dragon God Banquet.
Jingxin and Zhuer successively reported some gossip about Mu Lin to Zhuzi Jian.
If you didn't ask, you wouldn't know that Mu Lin's reputation is so prestigious that it rivals Wei Hanyi's.
"Mu Lin, the son of the Minister of War. He has been good at archery since he was a child. He once worshiped Guo Houqu, the best marksman, and was praised by him for his ability with red arrows. He can also be ranked among the top in the entire Yuehua Continent. In addition to
In addition to archery, his martial arts are also quite advanced, and are a bit better than Wei Hanyi, the son of the Prime Minister."
Jingxin continued: "There are rumors that Mu Lin worships a very powerful Jianghu sect, so as the Minister of the Ministry of War, his talents are more powerful than the son of the Right Prime Minister."
"A bunch of vulgar and humble people. If you are good at martial arts, you must be a member of the royal family. Are those from a rich and prosperous background worthy of it?" Zhu Er curled his lips in disdain.
Jingxin gave him a sharp look, with the obvious purpose of shutting him up.
Zhuer's eyes showed panic and he lowered his head silently, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Black people never like to talk too much.
Why is he so careless? He not only talks too much but also interrupts...
"Mu Lin has always been like this since he was a child. His martial arts skills are even better than those of my brothers." Zhuzi Jian raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Mu Lin often came to the palace to study with the princes when he was a child. I was also there.
I knew him at that time."
Jingxin and Zhuer looked at each other, with a bit of surprise in their eyes.
I didn't expect the two of them to have such a relationship.
It's no wonder that Heishi ordered that Mu Lin's life should not be harmed.
Zhuzijian's eyes flashed, and his tone became very firm, "For this Dragon God Banquet, Lan State still sent four princes to participate. The remaining six places are for three civil servants and three military attachés. And Mu Lin is running for election
Military attache, that is, Wei Hanyi's original quota. Therefore, we must first find out who is on the final list; if Mu Lin is really selected, then we must immediately think of countermeasures to replace him."
"The right minister is seriously ill now, who will choose the final spot in his place?" Zhuer asked.
"In addition to the first-rank official Youxiang, the rightist also has Youcheng Wei Boping to assist him. During the rightist training period, he will definitely manage the government affairs of Zhongxiu Province on his behalf." Jingxin said.
"Doesn't that mean we have to sneak into the Zhongxiu Province to find out the list?" Zhuer looked at Zhuzijian, waiting for her instructions.
"It seems I'm going to see Fifth Brother." Zhu Zijian looked calm and calm.
Jingxin was startled when he heard the words, thinking that he heard wrongly.
"Are you going to see Zhu Ziye?"
"Yes, in this competition for quotas, only if he personally comes forward can Mu Lin withdraw from the competition for quotas at the Dragon God Banquet."
Zhu Zijian's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a trace of deep meaning in his eyes. This chapter has been completed!