The young marquis actually owed two hundred taels of room rent in this land of flowers and willows, and he still wanted it to be recorded in the account of Prince Jin's Mansion?
At first, I felt that I had not slept for many days, and when I dismounted from the horse, I dismounted too hard, causing dizziness and tinnitus.
As the most powerful secret guard around King Jin, he naturally knew how much money Zhou An had carried with him before coming to Jinling.
Although those funds were used to prepare for the gathering of talents, but coupled with the filial piety of the local business gentry... it was broken.
Jia first thought that the Ye family in Jinling had been destroyed long ago, which led to the investigation of all the merchant gentry in Jiangnan Road who had defected to the prince. In order to prevent himself from being burned, the income of the prince's palace shrank. He looked at the turtle slave in front of him who was greedy for life and feared death, and believed it.
"Hero, aren't you looking for Anhou? As long as you give the money, the custody bustard can tell you where Anhou is. There is no news about the three religions and nine schools in Jinling City, but our Xiaoxiang Pavilion..."
"Old Li, I asked you to guard the door. You blocked the distinguished guests from entering and angered the distinguished guests. Can you bear it?"
A female voice interrupted Turtle Slave's words.
Madam Qiuniang deliberately twisted her waist and walked toward Jiachu in a charming manner, while secretly sizing him up.
She heard the man's identity at the door and thought that Lao Li could handle it. Unexpectedly, in order to get back the two hundred taels of silver, Lao Li took the initiative to talk about the well-informed Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Although brothels have been a place where fish and dragons mingle since ancient times, and many craftsmen often like to come here to have fun and inquire about information, but when people say so, it is somewhat conspicuous.
Just when Qiuniang's eyes lingered on Jiachu's body for just two breaths.
Crack.
A dagger made a clanging sound, flashed out of Jiachu's sleeve, and landed on Qiu Niang's neck.
Wu Luan, who was leaning on the railing on the third floor and looking out, saw this scene, gripped the railing tightly, and took a breath.
what happened?
Is the Jin Palace using its power to bully others, or has it discovered Qiuniang's identity?
It should be the former, otherwise the King of Jin would have already sent troops to encircle and suppress the Xiaoxiang Pavilion according to his personality.
"Tell me, where is Anhou?"
Jia Chuguang judged that this person was the brothel's madam from the cotton clothes Qiuniang was wearing and the way she walked.
Turtle Slave also said just now that he could know the whereabouts of An Hou by paying him. He had no money to buy the information, so he could only ask the madam to tell him.
Qiuniang's heartbeat was pounding nervously, but she still had a flattering smile on her face, and she started to deal with Jia Chu. She smiled sweetly and said: "This guest, An Hou has never been here since he left the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Here, you ask me...hiss!"
Before she could finish her words, she felt a chill on her neck and looked down.
A bloody line was drawn on the collarbone with a sharp dagger.
She raised her head and saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the Jin Palace guard in front of her, which made her shudder.
"explain."
Jiachu uttered a word coldly, and pointed the tip of the dagger at the bulging veins on Qiuniang's neck.
Qiuniang had seen so many people there, so it was hard to tell that the guard in front of her had murderous intentions.
She didn't care about concealing anything and whispered: "After Anhou left the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, You Caimai saw him in the north of the city."
North of the city?
"Will the young marquis go to the north of the city?"
The half of Jia Chu's covered face was full of suspicion.
The urban pattern of Jinling is similar to that of Beijing, with the east being rich and the west being noble, and the south being poor and the north being humble.
The area in the north of the city is full of untouchables and refugees. It is a messy area. Why should the young marquis go there?
Qiuniang almost spat at the bully Jiachu.
How does she know whether Zhou An will go to the north of the city?
She only knew that someone under her command had seen Zhou An go to the north of the city, and seemed to have gone to the Midnight Pavilion.
But recently, the Three Watch Pavilion was sealed off by Su Rui and his heavy armored soldiers. She didn't dare to get into trouble, so she could only apologize and said, "Maybe An Hou is looking for someone to do something?"
"Do you know who the young Marquis has been in contact with since he is here?"
Jia Chu did not pin his hopes of finding Zhou An on an old bustard.
If an old bustard can keep an eye on Zhou An's whereabouts every day, it can only mean that this old bustard has other plans. The dagger in his hand will cut open the old bustard's neck without any explanation, and then torture the turtle slave, or there will be a constant sound above his head. Staring at the mixed-race girl from the Western Regions.
"this……"
Qiuniang hesitated for a moment and felt the dagger pressing down hard. The sharp sting seemed to penetrate the flesh and sink into the blood. She no longer concealed it.
"Anhou has the closest relationship with the former temporary governor Huang and the current inspector Huang."
Because the Ninth Princess's recent focus has been on Ning Shixian and the Ning family, and Zhou An's whereabouts after leaving Xiaoxiang Pavilion are uncertain.
The Xiaoxiang Pavilion did not collect much information about Zhou An.
The deepest impression was that there was a gathering of talents held in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion that day. In addition to having a close relationship with the Ye family, judging from the situation that day, it could only be related to Mr. Huang, the inspector.
"The current inspector, Mr. Huang."
Jiachu secretly wrote down the name, took out a banknote from his pocket, and threw it into Qiuniang's arms along with his waist card.
"Get a room, feed the horses high-quality fodder, and send someone to invite Mr. Huang."
To be able to become the number one secret guard, Jiachu not only has extraordinary kung fu but also a good mind.
In his opinion, even if the young marquis has no money, no matter how depressed he is, there should be someone to help him. If not, either the Jin Palace's influence in Jinling will be wiped out, or the young marquis has other agendas in the north of the city.
No matter what the reason was, he needed a reliable local to explain the situation to him.
At the same time, he and the horse were already tired of traveling day and night. They had to rest before going to see the young marquis in order to restrain the young marquis, who always liked to make his own decisions, and successfully bring him back to the capital to return to the prince. .
"Don't worry, guest sir..."
When Qiuniang touched the gold waistband of Prince Jin's palace, she forced out a smile. Unexpectedly, when she saw that the silver note was only ten taels, the smile on her face became extremely stiff.
Twelve?
Are the servants of Prince Jin’s Mansion so poor?
When Jia first saw Qiu Niang's expression of dissatisfaction, he glanced at her with sharp eyes.
"I just found a place to stay and asked you to feed him some feed. I never said I wanted to pay An Hou back."
"..."
Your Jin Prince's Mansion will die of poverty!
Qiuniang complained in her heart, but she honestly took a step back and bowed to Jia Chufu.
"Please rest assured, guest room. We don't care about these ten taels of silver, but only about the waistband of Prince Jin's palace. We, the common people, must also do what you told us to do well...hiss."
Qiuniang gasped again.
But this time it was not caused by pain from being pricked, but by surprise.
After her politeness and flattery, Jiachu reached out and took the ten taels of silver notes away from her hand.
"In this case, today's consumption will continue to be recorded in the account of Prince Jin's Mansion."
When Jiachu came, King Jin didn't even pay for the travel expenses. Jiachu had to pay for these twelve taels out of his own pocket, so he was naturally reluctant to part with them.
Your Prince Jin’s Mansion is really stingy!
Qiuniang dared not speak out in anger, so she could only ask Gui Nu to find an errand boy to report the news to Inspector Huang.
Although the inspector made rounds like the governor, his travels were recorded. When many common people had grievances, they would go to the Jinling Mansion Yamen to arrange some money, and then they would take advantage of the street where the inspector went to block the matter. If there is a big fuss, please ask the inspector to judge the case in public.
Qiuniang felt a twinge of pain when she thought that just the amount of money she spent in the government office would cost five taels, which was enough for her to eat two bowls of iced drinks.
Looking at the tall brown horse lying on the ground, it looked like a thousand-mile horse bred from a sweaty horse. It was so hungry that it could eat more than ten kilograms of feed in one meal, and it made me roll my eyes in anger.
"Qiu Niang."
It wasn't until Princess Ninth's voice came from above her head that Qiuniang looked up and saw Princess Ninth nodding with a straight face, indicating that she should do as she was told, and then she angrily ordered the other turtle slaves to lead the horse to the backyard.
third floor.
Wu Luan held her cheek in her hand, turned around and leaned on the railing with her back, looking in the direction of Zhangjiazhuang in the north of the city, looking a little nervous.
Qiuniang didn't know Zhou An's whereabouts, but she heard some rumors because one of her subordinates was working as a killer in Sangen Pavilion.
