Thirteen Niang and Yao Xishui walked to the rouge shop in Ningxianglou, looked out twice, and their eyes also fell on Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er on the other side of the street for a moment, but they didn't notice anything wrong at all, so they walked into the shop.

At this time, two more middle-aged men with wooden expressions squeezed over from behind, but did not follow into the rouge shop, but stayed outside the shop.

"This is a spy under Lord Chai?" Zhao Ting'er asked Han Qian suspiciously.

Han Qian nodded, thinking that Chun Shisanniang and Yao Xishui's movements were not slow, they only said yesterday that they would take down the Ningxianglou Rouge Shop, and they would come over today, but he didn't think about pulling Zhao Ting'er to get close to Ningxianglou, but continued to curl up in front of the steps opposite, secretly observing Yao Xishui and the two assassins of the Late Red Mansion who they left outside.

After a while, I saw a gentleman holding an old banner with the words "Lotte knows his fate and is not worried", and leaned over to talk to the two people.

At this time, Han Qian's brows frowned slightly, thinking that if someone else was staring at the left and right, it would be easy to confirm that the Red Mansion sent more than a dozen spies to hide in the crowd and watch the movement on Fengxiang Street; And this gentleman is the leader of these spies, and the pole of the flag he holds is quite overwhelming, perhaps hiding a blade.

Gao Chengyuan succeeded Chai Jian as the Marquis of Duyu and took charge of a strong brigade in the Dragon Bird Army, in order to show that the Changhou Mansion did not have the ambition to completely grasp the Dragon Bird Army in the palm of his hand, and Chai Jian will prepare for the establishment of the Secretary Cao Yousi in the name of the deputy commander of the guard battalion.

However, Han Qian looked at the eyeliner arranged by the Red Mansion on Fengxiang Street at this time, and actually reported to the people around Yao Xishui, guessing that Yao Xishui was probably the actual controller of the secret Cao Yousi.

Chai Jian's task is more likely to be in charge of the guard battalion, in case the struggle becomes fierce and the personal safety of the third prince Yang Yuanpu will be threatened; After all, Chen De is not very reliable.

"Young master, you let Chun Niang preside over the rouge shop, will Lord Chai also insert additional eyeliner in it?" Zhao Ting'er thought of one thing and asked.

"That's what they're going to do, and you pretend you don't know." Han Qian said.

He is now poor and white, and the resources in his hands are very limited, even if he doesn't need Chun Thirteen Niang to preside over the rouge shop, he is not qualified to prevent the Late Red Mansion from infiltrating the secret Cao Zuosi; What's more, the spies and chazi of the secretary Cao Zuosi are all soldiers of the cantonment military government, and their families are all in the hands of the cantonment military government, why did Han Qian let them only be loyal to the secretary Cao Zuosi, and not be bribed and co-opted by Chai Jian and Li Zhihe?

Fortunately, everyone's goals in the early stage are the same, and there is no need to think about these for the time being.

At this time, the carriage and horse sent by the Ministry of Internal Service turned into Fengxiang Street, and the crowd suddenly became commotion, and they crowded forward, wanting to get a glimpse of the royal marriage.

Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er shrank into the root of the wall, and the broken pottery bowl in their hands was still knocked down by the pedestrians who passed by, rolled three or four steps away, and shattered into two pieces.

The man who bumped into Han Qian turned his head to take a look, and saw that it were two dirty and smelly beggars, scolded unlucky, and squeezed to the front to watch the excitement.

Han Qian sighed, it was not easy to find a broken pottery bowl with an old color in the house, he leaned over and squeezed forward, thinking that he could pick up the broken pottery bowl that had broken into two and still be able to use it.

At this time, a father and daughter looked like two people, saw the two broken pottery bowls on the ground, and bent down to help him pick them up first.

His father was a middle-aged scribe, dressed in civilian clothes with a round neck and wide sleeves, with slender cheeks and short mustaches on his lips. That daughter is rare bright and beautiful, even more than Zhao Ting'er and Yao Xishui, and it is even more rare that there is a heart-pounding simplicity between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes Han Qian stunned.

Seeing that the middle-aged scribe had an extraordinary bearing and sharp eyes, Han Qian couldn't guess what this person was about, he was afraid of being seen as flawed, so he craned his neck, afraid to retreat, as if he was afraid of bumping into the nobles, and he didn't even dare to ask for a pottery bowl.

"Here you go."

The girl handed over the bowl.

Han Qian wiped his hand a few times with the placket of his clothes, and then reached over tremblingly, took the broken pottery bowl, and then retreated to the base of the wall, and tried to try to put the two broken pottery bowls back together.

"This girl is so beautiful!" Zhao Ting'er couldn't help but whisper beside Han Qian and sighed.

Han Qian pulled Zhao Ting'er to his side, telling her not to look around, this middle-aged scribe's eyes were very poisonous, if he didn't want to be recognized, he couldn't have a trace of slack at this time.

"This is for you!"

Probably seeing that Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er looked too pitiful, the girl took out a bag of food wrapped in Jinpa from her arms, leaned over and handed it over.

Han Qian looked at the middle-aged scribe and hesitated for a while before getting up to take the food from the girl, but he just screamed meaninglessly twice to express his gratitude, and then quickly shrank back to Zhao Ting'er's side, for fear that the food would be found and snatched by other beggars.

"I'm going to keep the brocade." The girl said embarrassedly.

Han Qian asked Zhao Ting'er to reach out and hold a bunch of snacks and food, and leaned over to hand the brocade handkerchief embroidered with a new lotus to the girl.

The girl was about to take Jinpa back, and a healthy woman came next to her, stretched out her hand and snatched Jinpa first, and complained to the girl: "This beggar is sick, take over the hand is not clean, the little lady touches it blindly, if it is infected with any epidemic, it will be troublesome - wait for the slave to wash the Jinpa, and then return it to the little lady." ”

The girl was quite dissatisfied with the slave's words, but she was not used to refuting others in person, so she could only frown and watch as the healthy woman took Jinpa into her arms, and when she saw Han Qian looking at her in a daze, she smiled apologetically.

The middle-aged scribe saw that the crowd in front of him was too crowded, took the girl's hand, and said, "Let's just watch here, don't squeeze any further." ”

"Obviously, you can enter the mansion of the third prince and wait for the bride to come over, but my father must squeeze over to see the excitement." The girl pursed her lips and said resentfully.

The father and daughter retreated to the foot of the wall on the side of the street, and even though there were only two beggars around them cowering and moving their places to the side, the middle-aged scribe only smiled slightly, unwilling to say anything outside.

After three or four steps, Han Qian lowered his head and covered up the doubts in his eyes.

Han Qian, as a close follower of the third prince, was only able to be invited to the Linjiang Marquis Mansion to attend the banquet today, in addition, there are thousands of civil and military officials in Jinling City, and there are really not many who are really qualified to attend the banquet today, and I can't guess what the identity of the father and daughter in front of me is for a while?

It's a pity that the list of banquet guests in the Hou Mansion today is in Guo Rong's hands, and Han Qian obviously has no reason to ask Guo Rong to take a look at the banquet list.

"Lord Wang came to send congratulatory gifts on behalf of Chuzhou, and he didn't enjoy the gift of guests in the Three Princes' Mansion, why did he run on the street and crowd with these many untouchables?" At this time, a middle-aged man, squeezed out of the crowd, stared at the father and daughter and said.

The middle-aged man is thin, with a hooked nose and deep eye sockets, and his pupils are staring at the middle-aged father and daughter, and his eyes look quite gloomy, like a poisonous snake staring at others.

Han Qian saw this person squeeze out of the crowd, and there were four robbers in civilian clothes behind him.

The chests and arms of these four people are bulging like iron casting, not looking at the blades hidden in their waists, even if they are unarmed, not three or five strong men can get close, and then looking at the faint bloody murderous aura on their bodies, guess they should be military masters who survived the bloody killing array.

"Lord Zhao is not in the staff pavilion at this time, but he went to Fengxiang Street, is it possible that he was also invited to the Three Princes' Mansion for a banquet today?" The middle-aged scribe stood on the side of the street with his hands in his hands, but smiled indifferently in the face of the question of the yin owl man.

Han Qian was slightly stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that the yin owl man turned out to be Zhao Mingting, the governor of the Privy Council, could it be that there are four military masters to guard him at any time!

The Privy Council is in charge of mapping, military aircraft files, and foreign military spying, and the governor is listed as the sixth rank, which is definitely not prominent among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, but no one dares to underestimate the existence of the Privy Council.

In addition, Zhao Mingting also has an identity, he is the nephew of Xu Mingzhen, the envoy of Shouzhou Festival, and therefore won the trust of Anning Palace in Jinling, and is one of the core figures of Anning Palace and the prince's family.

At the same time, the Privy Council Staff Department is an open spy agency of Great Chu, and the vast majority of the secret spies cultivated by the Great Chu military over the years are in the hands of Zhao Mingting.

Han Qian guessed that this should also be a fundamental reason why Zhao Mingting had been sitting in the Privy Council for ten years and was unwilling to be promoted.

Otherwise, with Zhao Mingting's qualifications and merits, going to Chizhou to serve as a assassin like his eldest uncle would not be a little over-promoted.

Han Qian didn't expect Zhao Mingting to appear in the crowd outside the Linjiang Marquis's Mansion, so who was the Lord Wang who came to congratulate the three princes on behalf of Chuzhou for the wedding?

Looking at his bearing, it seems that he has not been suppressed by Zhao Mingting's fierce spirit at all.

"Wang Wenqian ......"

Zhao Ting'er saw Han Qian's brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, and took his finger to write three words on Han Qian's back.

Wang Wenqian, the second son of former Prime Minister Wang Jixiong, who served as the secretary under the command of Yang Yuanyan, the defense envoy of Chuzhou and the king of letters?

Han Qian had too many things to deal with and deal with, there were too many civil and military officials from the government and the opposition, and the relationship between them was complicated, he asked Zhao Ting'er to help sort out the list, and he didn't have time to sort it out.

The third prince Yang Yuanpu got married, and the king Yang Yuanyan, as his brother, could not go back to Jinling to congratulate him, so he sent his first clerk Wang Wenqian to come over to send a congratulatory gift on behalf of Chuzhou, which can be regarded as a few thoughtful gifts, so isn't the girl next to Wang Wenqian who is one step away from him and misses the marriage?

Han Qian wanted to look at Wang Jun twice, but then he was attracted by the conversation between Zhao Mingting and Wang Wenqian.

"What kind of goods can Ming Ting be regarded in the eyes of the three princes, how can he be qualified to sit at the table, it's not that Lord Niu is afraid that the three princes' big wedding will cause trouble against the party and the enemy, so he doesn't worry about sending Ming Ting over to keep an eye on it."

"What did Lord Zhao find?" Wang Wenqian asked.

"Didn't Lord Wang also put a lot of eyeliner in the crowd, what did Lord Wang find?" Zhao Mingting asked rhetorically.

"Lord Zhao, what did you say about those crappy spies?" Wang Wenqian said with a smile, "But these lame spies withdrew an hour ago, and they don't look like anti-party enemies who want to make trouble, Lord Zhao shouldn't press these goods on Chuzhou's head, right?" ”

"I thought that the spies planted in the north of Chuzhou were uprooted by Wang Shifan, and there was a great shortage of manpower, so I had to send some tender melon seeds to Jinling to practice," Zhao Mingting said indifferently, "If you knew that these tender melon seeds were not Lord Wang's subordinates, Ming Ting wouldn't have had to show mercy to his subordinates just now." ”

Han Qian was ashamed in his heart, if it weren't for the misunderstanding between Zhao Mingting and Wang Wenqian, the first batch of spies sent into the city by the Privy Council Secretary would be uprooted in this way, and he would have lost face in front of the three princes.

However, Zhao Mingting let go of the novices under his command and did not catch them, nor did he want to show mercy to Wang Wenqian's subordinates, obviously he thought that there were more powerful elite spies lurking in Chuzhou, and if he wanted to find clues from Wang Wenqian, he would personally target Wang Wenqian, right?

And Zhao Mingting appeared to meet Wang Wenqian at this time, and it is estimated that he has not seen the flaw for so long, so he wants to provoke Wang Wenqian, right?