Chapter 1253

Outside the carriage, Xu Keyi looked solemn, shook the reins, and quickly changed direction, driving the carriage in another direction.

Drunken Moon Tower!

Among the Jingshi, this restaurant is not very famous, at least not as good as Wang Chong's Taibai Building, nor as good as the Yao family's Guanghe Tower, it can only be regarded as medium. However, the Zuiyue Tower has attracted many literati and writers in the Beijing Division with its freshness and elegance, small and exquisite, and even some ministers in the court will occasionally visit here, have a few drinks, take advantage of the poems, and even leave authentic works.

"Boom!"

In the deafening sound of the wheel, a gorgeous carriage of gold and silver stopped in front of the door of the Drunken Moon Tower.

With a squeak, the car door opened, Wang Chong flicked his sleeves and walked out of it generously. In front of the Drunken Moon Tower, a figure half-bowed, waiting early.

"Are you sure?"

Wang Chong put his hands behind his back, looked up at the big black-backed gold-lacquered plaque in Zuiyue Tower, and said lightly.

"Back to my lord, there is no doubt about it. I personally took this matter in! There will be no mistakes!"

The eagle said respectfully.

Since the last time he sent someone to follow the mysterious officials at the gate of the city and his hands were killed, the eagle has learned his lesson and is much more cautious. The people sent are the top-notch, and sometimes they even go out themselves. The goal this time was very important, and the eagles did not dare to be careless at all.

"Hmm!"

Wang Chong nodded and quickly withdrew his gaze.

There is a lot of traffic in front of Zuiyue Building, full of all kinds of caravans and light cars, which are the favorite tools of some scholars and literati to travel on weekdays.

- It seems that this is a typical Confucian gathering place for feasting.

Wang Chong flicked his sleeves, didn't say a word, and quickly walked inside.

"My lord, my lord, hey, I'm really sorry, the shop is full. Childe, please come back!"

Before Wang Chong walked in, in the Zuiyue Building, a small servant immediately hurriedly greeted him, nodded his head, and wanted to stop Wang Chong from entering. However, as soon as the wind swayed, Wang Chong had already passed by him, stepped over the door, and entered the Zuiyue Tower.

The little guy froze for a moment, but when he tried to stop it again, to catch up—

"Smack!"

Behind him, two bags of silver were thrown out, one fell on the counter, and the other fell on the little second-hand, at the same time, the light flashed, and the eagle's burly body had stopped in front of the little two:

"My family is doing things, I won't occupy your family's place, and I won't disturb your business, get out of the way!"

The eagle spoke, flashing the dragon token in his hand.

"Strange, Exotic King!"

Although the eagle was harvested quickly, the little guy had sharp eyes and recognized it at a glance, and a look of awe flashed on his face, and he quickly stepped aside.

......

Wang Chong didn't pay attention to the movement behind him at this time, handed everything over to the eagle, and Wang Chong walked along the spiral wooden staircase all the way to the second floor.

"Bang!"

When Wang Chong climbed to the second floor with one foot, a strange feeling came to his heart. Wang Chong Dingqing looked at it, and saw that the second floor was full of friends, crowded with people, and countless Confucian scholars all gathered here. These great Confucians, Hongru, and young scholars, each of whom was highly moral and knowledgeable, did nothing, just knelt there and sat motionless, which made people feel a strong breath of literature and Taoism.

Obviously, they are all famous figures of the Confucian lineage.

However, the strange thing is that "April 8, Buddha's birthday", the whole Beijing is full of a lively atmosphere, countless scholars will meet in such a restaurant, the atmosphere is lively. But when Wang Chong climbed to the second floor of the Zuiyue Tower, he couldn't hear a little noise. Not only that, but contrary to the joyful and peaceful atmosphere of the outside world, the atmosphere in the Zuiyue Building is solemn and solemn.

All these Confucian scholars and Confucian scholars sat upright, their eyes all looking in one direction, and even when Wang Chong appeared, they didn't make the slightest movement, as if they didn't see Wang Chong at all.

"Huh?"

Wang Chong raised his eyebrows, and suddenly an indescribable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, as if he had broken into a certain * ritual. Ding, at this moment, a crisp metallic sound came into his mind, Wang Chong turned his head, followed the metallic sound, and also followed the eyes of all Confucian scholars, just in the middle of the second floor, Wang Chong saw a square blank area that was deliberately vacated.

In this empty area, a young man dressed in a black robe and hunting with big sleeves was dancing in the empty area. His sword dance is fast and slow, relaxed but not losing strength, free and easy without lack of solemnity, the sword intent is entrusted with a certain solemn and heavy taste, which seems to contain some kind of hope and entrustment!

Wang Chong has also been in the Beijing division for more than ten years, and he has seen and heard a wide range of things, three religions and nine streams, no matter what he has involved in, he has heard of. But this kind of sword dance has never been seen before.

"What a high cultivation!"

The man had been dancing with his back to Wang Chong, but Wang Chong clearly noticed that when the person was dancing, his body was suspended more than ninety percent of the time, and the tips of his toes were a line away from the ground. It's a narrow line, but it's not easy to do. I'm afraid that even the powerhouses of the Imperial Martial Realm, or even ordinary Saint Martial Realm powerhouses, can't do it.

It's a small difference, and it's a thousand miles!

Swish!

Just when Wang Chong looked over, the man who danced with the sword finally turned around, and at that moment, Wang Chong saw clearly, the man's face was impressively wearing a white mask, the mask had no eyebrows, no beard, not even a mouth, only two holes in the eyes, and under the holes were a pair of sharp eyes.

When Wang Chong appeared at the staircase on the second floor, there was a hint of discoloration in the man's eyes, but in just a moment, the man returned to normal and continued to dance.

"Interesting. ”

The fluctuation of the person's eyes, Wang Chong could see clearly, but just for a moment, Wang Chong turned his head to look in other directions, his eyes swept hurriedly in the hall on the second floor, Wang Chong's eyes quickly fell on the crowd, a young man dressed in white, twenty-six or seven-year-old, with an elegant temperament.

Completely different from the aura of other people, this handsome young man sat there cross-legged, motionless, but his body naturally revealed a leader temperament, in a group of great Confucians, Confucians, as if standing out from the crowd.

When Wang Chong saw him, the white-clothed Confucian also noticed Wang Chong. Wang Chong smiled, walked through the hall, walked straight over, and sat down opposite the white-clothed Confucian student.

"We're finally meeting!"

Wang Chong carefully looked at the handsome white-clothed Confucian on the opposite side, and suddenly spoke.

If you don't know, who will know that the white-clothed Confucian in front of him, who doesn't seem to have the slightest martial arts, is actually the one who hides behind his back, controls everything, and can mobilize the old lady, King Qi, Li Linfu, and the eldest prince at the same time for his use, and transfer himself back from Khorasan and deprive him of military power.

"Worthy of being the king of the foreign land, he knew me so quickly. ”

The white-clothed Confucian smiled indifferently and looked at Wang Chong in front of him, his expression was calm, and he didn't look the slightest surprised.

"Heh, so should I call you Li Junshan or Li Junxian?"

His gaze took away from the white-clothed Confucian and landed on another scholar with a lupine scarf next to him, and then took it back.

The scholar sitting next to him was the "Li Junshan" that Wang Chong had met after following the City Defense Division behind the firewood.

"Hehe, the king of the foreign land is really as wise as a torch, I know that you will definitely find me. May I ask, where exactly did I show the flaws?"

The white-clothed Confucian with the temperament of a leader said lightly. As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"You are too impatient and too greedy, you shouldn't interfere in Zhang Shoujue's affairs. ”

Wang Chong said lightly.

Last time, he borrowed the power of the City Defense Division, although in the end, all the thirty Confucian scholars were not what Wang Chong was looking for, but Wang Chong did not find nothing. At least one thing can be confirmed, the person he is looking for must be among those Confucian scholars, the only pity is that such a large-scale operation of the City Defense Division will inevitably alarm the other party, so that the other party uses some means, Li Dai Taozhuang, the tanuki for the prince, to cover up his identity.

Under normal circumstances, if the other party has no new moves, Wang Chong is afraid that it will take a long time to find the other party, but as Wang Chong said, the other party is still too impatient and too greedy.

Zhang Shouqi's matter, Wang Chong is about eighty percent sure, Confucianism will do something on it, take advantage of this wave of opportunities to deal with the soldiers, so Wang Chong arranged for the eagle to install people in the King of Qi, the old lady, and Li Linfu in advance, and even the eldest prince in the palace, Wang Chong used the power of Li Heng and Li Jingzhong to install eyeliner and strictly control it.

In Wang Chong's plan, the other party has a great probability of making a move, and once he makes a move, Wang Chong has full confidence to catch the other party, because Zhang Shouqi's status is too high. And to deal with this powerful figure of Datang No. 2, it is impossible for the other party to only send some small minions, but must come forward in person.

——The leaders of the Tang Dynasty, such as the old lady and the king of Qi, especially the proud and conceited King of Qi, it is impossible to meet those ordinary people whose identities are not equal.

To deal with Confucianism and find the black hand behind the scenes, this is the best opportunity. However, Wang Chong still doesn't have a perfect certainty, because as long as the other party doesn't take the bait, Wang Chong's arrangements are meaningless, but unfortunately, the other party still can't hold his breath!

So from the moment I impeached Zhang Shoujue, I was exposed, right?"

The white-clothed Confucian had a flat expression, without the slightest wave on his face, as if he had already expected it.

"Give!"

At this time, a voice suddenly came from his ears, Wang Chong turned his head, and saw a young scholar walking over with a tray.

Bending down, the young scholar first put a pair of cups and chopsticks for Wang Chong, lifted the wine jug on the table, poured it full for Wang Chong, and then took out a black headband from the wooden tray and put it beside him.

Seeing the headband, Wang Chong frowned slightly:

"What is this?"

However, the young gentleman did not explain, and after placing everything in place, he quickly turned and left.

Wang Chong secretly frowned in his heart, puzzled for a while, but the next moment, Wang Chong's eyes turned and he clearly noticed a detail. On the second floor of the entire Zuiyue Building, all the Confucian scholars, including the white-clothed Confucian on the opposite side, although they were wearing different robes, they all wore black hairbands on their heads.