The prince sat on the stool, looked at the high-spirited Zhao Wuyou with a smile, stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and welcomed Zhao Wuyou to the table.
"Where have you been busy recently? You don't live in the gold-selling cave of Wanhua Building. Many people think that you have already slept with that thrush."
The prince's smile is subtle and his manners are measured. He naturally makes people feel that he is precious, and it is easy for others to have the desire to bow down and worship him.
"I just know how to keep a low profile recently. I don't want to attract attention anymore. I think I can do something I like, which is more interesting than hanging around Wanhua Tower all the time."
Zhao Wuyou's words were neither humble nor overbearing. Although it was in line with etiquette, there was not much respect for the prince in his words. After all, the Qing Dynasty had been dead for many years. It would be very difficult for him to kowtow to the emperor and the prince again.
The two of them were sitting by the window. The autumn breeze blew in from the two open windows, and the sounds of pedestrians on the street also reached Zhao Wuyou's ears. The noise of the busy traffic was very pleasant at this time.
The prince seemed to appreciate this feeling. He smiled, took a sip from the tea cup from time to time, and looked at the guests coming and going outside the window.
The two of them sat in silence, waiting for each other to speak, but how could Zhao Wuyou be fooled by him? He picked up the tea cup and drank the tea easily, not in any hurry.
"Dong dong dong"
The slightly heavy sound of going upstairs caught the prince's attention. He turned his face and looked towards the stairs.
Gong Jiu was leaning on a cane, and the gauze on his leg was still leaking blood. At this moment, he was looking at Zhao Wuyou intently, his eyes full of anger.
The smart and capable prince naturally knew what was going on, so he turned his head, looked at Zhao Wuyou who was still drinking tea, and asked:
"What's going on? Could it be that you had a complaint against me, so you took your anger out on Gong Jiu?"
Zhao Wuyou, who was being questioned, shook his head, spread his hands and said:
"What I don't want is just for your subordinates to use their power to boss others around, and even fight. I was forced to fight back."
"You're talking nonsense, you..." Gong Jiu pointed at Zhao Wuyou with a crutch in her hand and retorted loudly, but was stopped by the prince's glare.
As a prince, he naturally knows the virtues of his subordinates, and he also knows the virtues of the arrogant Gong Jiu when he does things. Even if he knows that his subordinates are doing something wrong, his dignity as a prince cannot be ignored.
Allow him to admit his mistakes in any way.
"Even if he did something wrong, you can tell me and let me punish him. Why did you do it? Are you so impatient that you don't give me some face?" The prince's face was dark, but his words were still gentle.
Whisper softly.
"Time is tight, and I have no choice but to do this. If I don't hurt him, I'm afraid I won't be able to come to see the prince alive."
Zhao Wuyou still spoke calmly, which was different from the prince's calmness. There was a little more ridicule in his words, as if he was showing off that he had beaten the prince's horse.
The two people looked at each other, and then both smiled lightly and meaningfully.
The prince's smile disappeared briefly, and he asked again:
"What's going on with Huamei? Could it be that you informed her? Why can she disappear without a trace overnight? Where is she now?"
This guy, after going around in such a long way, finally told the story. A stone in Zhao Wuyou's heart finally fell to the ground. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he sat with Huamei for a long time to make up the reason for his answer.
Zhao Wuyou pretended to be surprised, first raised his head, then looked at the prince, and said with some regret:
"To report back to the prince, the departure of that thrush has nothing to do with me, but I got close to her and did find out a lot of useful information."
"Oh, I'd like to hear the details." The prince looked at Zhao Wuyou with interest, his eyes flashing. He looked at it extremely seriously, for fear that Zhao Wuyou would lie.
The prince's distrust made Zhao Wuyou a little uncomfortable, but he didn't express too much. He just looked at him and said seriously:
"That Huamei is indeed a descendant of Phoenix. She came to the capital to find the "Supreme Taoist Scripture" and also to find a person. Now she may have found the person, and the Supreme Taoist Scripture seems to have clues.
I think so, if there were no clues or anything, she wouldn't have left."
"Do you think? It seems? Maybe?" The prince frowned. He didn't like these uncertain words. He needed real things and real clues, not these uncertain words.
But Zhao Wuyou doesn't care about this. He can't tell the truth. If he tells the truth, he will only die miserably.
"I know she is looking for someone, but isn't the Sutra Sutra in your hands?"
The sudden words made Zhao Wuyou spit out the scalding hot tea. He didn't dare to spit out the prince opposite him, but Gong Jiu, who was standing not far from the table, was a good choice.
"Pfft" Zhao Wuyou spit out a mouthful of hot tea on Gong Jiu as if he couldn't hold it in anymore, and looked at the prince opposite him with an incredulous look on his face.
Gong Jiu was furious and stepped forward with a crutch to fight Zhao Wuyou, but was stopped by the prince.
"I said, isn't the Supreme Scripture in your hand? Did you give the Supreme Scripture to Huamei? She got what she wanted, so she left?"
The prince spoke sharply this time, without giving Zhao Wuyou a chance to refute. He was absolutely convinced that it was Zhao Wuyou who gave the Supreme Taoist Sutra to Huamei. The latter got what he wanted and left overnight.
Beijing.
There was one thing that the prince did not say. On the night Huamei left, several people died in the capital, all of whom were related to the murder of the Phoenix clan.
"How are you sure that the Sutra is in my hand, and how are you sure that I gave it to Huamei? Do you have any evidence?" Zhao Wuyou asked.
The prince frowned, looked at Zhao Wuyou, and said jokingly:
"Cao Yunfei is your master. It is not surprising that he has obtained the Supreme Taoist Scripture and taught it to you.
Also, you learn everything very quickly, and even improve your cultivation very quickly. Isn’t that the consequence of practicing the Supreme Tao Sutra?"
"Woc," Zhao Wuyou curled his lips and said with a smile:
"You are with that person named Huamei, right? That's what she told me at the beginning, and then she asked me to copy the things that Master Cao Yunfei gave me, and then give them to her."
The prince sneered and looked at Zhao Wuyou.
"Don't look at me like that. When someone puts a knife to her neck, nothing else matters anymore. I can only teach her the supreme Taoist scriptures you call her."
After confirming that Zhao Wuyou indeed knew the Supreme Taoist Scriptures and taught them to Huamei, the prince nodded secretly. The situation was exactly as he had guessed.
But looking at Zhao Wuyou's face, the prince thought to himself: "This kid is full of tricks. If he stays here any longer, something might happen. Why don't I ask him about the Supreme Taoist Sutra and kill him directly?"
Come on."
The prince had just made up his mind, but Zhao Wuyou had already guessed what he was thinking, so he hurriedly said:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I can dedicate the Supremacy Scripture to you, and I can also find a way to find out where the Phoenix Clan is hiding. I only hope that Your Highness the Crown Prince can promise me one thing, and I am grateful to God."
"Oh?" The prince was surprised. Before he said anything, Zhao Wuyou said what he wanted so obediently. He was really smart.
"Tell me how you will help me find the Phoenix Clan."
The prince still has not given up and wants to kill Zhao Wuyou when he gets what he wants. After all, this Zhao Wuyou is too unreasonable and behaves too perversely. It can even be said that he has become a being that everyone hates among the powerful people in the capital. The prince wants to
To win over people's hearts, it was natural to sacrifice Zhao Wuyou's life to please the powerful people in the capital.
"Huamei will send someone to the capital to look for me every three months to inquire about news in the capital. If I follow her messenger, can't I follow the clues and find the Phoenix clan?" Zhao Wuyou said confidently.
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The prince frowned and said:
"You have such a good relationship with that Huamei, how could you bear to betray her? Are you really a heartless and unjust person?"
Zhao Wuyou was stunned. He never thought that the prince would be such a hypocritical person, so he said:
"Hmph, that woman just used me to defraud me of the Supreme Taoist Scriptures, and used me as an undercover agent. She even fed me the Green Devil Pill. If I don't take the antidote for three months, I will bleed to death. I
How can I be sincere to her?"
After saying that, Zhao Wuyou spread his arms, and surprisingly, a black line was on his arm.
Looking at Zhao Wuyou's angry expression, the prince nodded secretly. He knew how powerful the Phoenix Clan was, and he also understood that Zhao Wuyou was being thrown into the capital by the Phoenix Clan. Instead of killing him now, it would be better to keep him, which would be more useful.
some.
Thinking of this, the prince looked at Zhao Wuyou with a smile and said:
"Now you write down the Supremacy Sutra silently to me. Only by doing this can we build trust between you and me." This chapter has been completed!