Wuxi City is much more lively than Jiaxing City.
The most famous restaurant in Wuxi is Songhe Tower.
No matter when you come, Songhe Tower is always lively.
People in the rivers and lakes and people from the market were drinking and having fun in the Songhe Tower, talking loudly about what was happening in the rivers and lakes.
From the window seat on the third floor of Songhe Tower, you can see the bustling streets of Wuxi City, so many outsiders will choose the window seat on the third floor when eating.
At this moment, there were three people sitting by the window on the third floor of Songhe Tower, two men and one woman.
One of the men was about thirty years old. He had two beards on his mouth and his eyes were slightly small. When he smiled, he could hardly see his eyes. He was thin and had a wine bottle in his hand. He took a few sips from time to time and looked at In the bustling street below Songhe Tower, every time a beautiful woman passes by, this person's eyes will widen.
The other man was also about thirty years old. Unlike the thin man before, he looked very tall and strong. His arms were thick and powerful, and his hands were much larger than ordinary people. The palms and backs of his hands were full of calluses. He was obviously a skilled man. of connoisseurs.
The woman was very beautiful, with a slightly pale face. She was wearing gray cloth, with her hair disheveled, and her face was expressionless, giving people a sense of morbid beauty. Everyone who passed by on the third floor would sigh involuntarily. The look in the woman's eyes was full of regret. Such a beautiful woman had her legs paralyzed and was sitting in a wheelchair!
"There are so many beauties in Jiangnan, what you said is absolutely correct!"
The man with small eyes laughed and looked at the beautiful woman passing downstairs unscrupulously.
As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the strong man on the side were full of helplessness: "In the final analysis, we are also the arresters of the Shenhou Mansion. Coming to Jiaxing this time represents the face of the imperial court and the Shenhou Mansion. You are in Bianjing Forget it, just be more serious outside!"
"Yes, yes! My iron head catcher, you are absolutely right!"
The man said in a funny way, and kept raising his hands, showing a frightened posture.
The muscular man shook his head, smiled, and continued to take a sip of his wine.
"Then when will Quan Guanqing arrive?"
The woman who had been silent until now finally spoke.
As soon as these words came out, the man with the small eyes stopped laughing and joking, and everyone's expressions became serious.
"I don't know. He made an appointment in the evening, and there is no specific time. But...is the news about this person accurate?"
"The leader of the Beggar Clan is... I really can't believe it!"
The man with small eyes slowly shook his head and said.
After saying this, the muscular man on the side also lowered his voice when he saw that there was no one around him: "Yes, I can't believe it either! I once met the leader of the Qiao Gang. He led the disciples of the Beggar Clan to help our Song Dynasty establish a great cause." How much credit do you know, not to mention that the identity of Gang Leader Qiao has not yet been confirmed, so what if it is confirmed? As long as he loves me, Da Song, what if we keep him?"
"You should say these words to the emperor!"
The cold woman spoke, and the two men immediately fell silent.
"We have only two things to do when we come to Wuxi this time. One is to deal with Qiao Feng's matter! There are many disciples of the Beggar Clan and they are spread all over the world. If Qiao Feng is really a Khitan, we can't ignore it!"
"Second! Duan Zhengchun, the king of South Dali Town, sent someone to deliver a message to the Shenhou Mansion. He hopes that we can help find his son, the future crown prince of Dali Kingdom, Duan Yu!"
"Prince Duan left a letter saying that he will travel to the south of the Yangtze River. Whether he travels on his own or is captured by the Tubo State Master Jiumozhi, he will come to the south of the Yangtze River. Let's try to see if we can find him. If we can find him, he will come to the south of the Yangtze River. Of course it’s best, but it doesn’t matter if you can’t find it.”
"Jiumozhi is not a fool, he will not risk the disapproval of the world and take action against the Crown Prince of Dali!"
After the woman said that, the small-eyed man on the side laughed directly: "That's right! That's right! Didn't you see that King Zhennan was not in a hurry? He just sent his subordinates, and he went to Xinyang himself. I really don’t know what he did!”
"The King of Zhennan is the king of Dali. We'd better stop talking about the king of a country like this!"
The muscular man spoke again.
"Yes, yes, Lord Iron Hand is talking about... Hey, look downstairs, that monk is quite interesting!"
The man with small eyes took a sip of wine and suddenly saw the downstairs. He couldn't help but speak. Hearing this, the three of them looked downstairs.
I saw two people walking on the road. The one in front was wearing a tantric attire and holding a pen and paper. When he saw a person, he grabbed him and asked him to write and draw on the paper with a pen and paper in both hands.
Whenever someone finished painting, the monk was extremely happy.
Behind the monk was a young man. The young man was dressed in strong clothes, holding a long sword, and had a speechless expression on his face. It was obvious that the two knew each other.
"That person is Jiumozhi! Uncle Shi found out Jiumozhi's appearance!"
The woman suddenly spoke, and the two of them paused after hearing the words and looked at Monk Fan downstairs.
"That one at the back is Duan Yu?"
The man with small eyes asked.
"As long as you have time to read the files sent by Uncle Shi, you won't know what Jiumozhi and Duan Yu look like!"
The muscular man shook his head, and then continued: "That person is not Duan Yu!"
"The one who pursues his beloved is only beautiful people and good wine..."
The man with small eyes shook the wine bottle in his hand and said with a smile.
These three people are none other than the three famous arresters of Shenhou Mansion.
That muscular man had iron hands and was extremely skilled in his skills.
Those who are addicted to alcohol are those who pursue their lives and are good at light kung fu.
The only woman is ruthless, good at hidden weapons and traps.
They came to Wuxi this time on the emperor's order to investigate the whereabouts of the crown prince of Dali.
Quan Guanqing of the Beggar Clan sent word that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan in the Song Dynasty, was a Khitan and hoped that the imperial court could send someone to deal with it.
As soon as the news was sent to Bianjing, the emperor couldn't sit still and quickly asked Zhuge Zheng and I to go investigate and deal with it. If Qiao Feng is really a Khitan, then Qiao Feng must be removed from his position as the leader of the Beggar Clan. Come down!
"Then Jiumozhi is coming up!"
Zhui Ming glanced down and said with a smile: "Prince Duan is not with that monk. Do we still want to ask him?"
After Zhuiming's words fell, a ruthless and cold voice sounded, "Of course I have to ask! Uncle Shi has already promised King Zhennan, so of course we should be more serious!"
When Tie Shou heard this, he immediately stood up and said, "I'll ask!"
After Tie Shou said that, he immediately walked downstairs, but before he could go downstairs, he saw Jiumozhi already walking upstairs, still followed by the young man.
"Donor Su, I dare to say that no one in this building can do it! If you don't believe me, let's try it one by one from the third floor to the first floor!"
Jiumozhi muttered something, and Tie Shou, Zhui Ming and others were stunned for a while. They didn't understand what happened.
But before Zhui Ming and the others could ask, Jiumozhi walked towards them.
Different from Jiumozhi's excited expression, the young man behind Jiumozhi looked helpless.
Jiumozhi even muttered: "Everyone can't do it, so what's so surprising about the young monk not doing it?!"
"donor!"
Jiumozhi cleared his throat: "Want some money? Draw a circle with your left hand and a square with your right hand. If a few donors can do it, I will give you a hundred taels of silver!"
After Jiumozhi said this, Zhui Ming and others clearly saw a strange expression on the young man behind Jiumozhi.
But before they could take a closer look, a stack of white paper was shoved in front of their eyes. When they took the white paper away, they saw Jiumozhi's old wrinkled face again.
