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info housekeepers and doormen go in and out on weekdays, all of them go through the side door, and the head of the 3000 Pavilion, Qian Gong, is always the same person on weekdays, and the work and rest time are extremely similar, and they rarely go out.

Therefore, in recent months, only Zhao Pu has entered and exited this gate.

The 3000 Pavilion is located in a remote area, and there are few other guests in and out, the dirt in front of the 3000 Pavilion, or earlier, the fallen leaves of Zhao **** Entry, and the hustle and bustle at the door of the 3000 Pavilion have long been gradually moved away with the entry of Zhao Pu and Ma Sigu.

Now, the door of the Three Thousand Pavilion has reopened.

As one of the three thousand visitors, Zhao Pu looked ahead indifferently.

The kite song is on the side.

It seems that the position next to Qian Gong has become a fragrant bait, and everyone seems to have a plan at this time, even the little maid who stands behind the housekeeper on weekdays is like a ghost pushing, and they rush forward one after another.

The four doormen also stepped forward one after another, and there was no longer any friendship on weekdays.

And the rotten horse looked around, and hurriedly drilled forward, drilled from the crowd to the front, and even drilled into the leg gap of a maid, and was hammered a few times indiscriminately, and the fist was still strong, and a face that was still passable was chiseled into blue and purple.

Nosebleeds.

Although Zhao Pu did not move, the crowd continued to move forward slowly.

After all, there are rich men who are in the array, and these maids, no matter how rampant they are, don't dare to make too many moves, so they can only obediently follow behind everyone, and honestly stay in this place and dare not move.

Zhao Pu was not outstanding in coarse cloth clothes, and he was drowned in the crowd by a group of servants.

Iris Ge's body is delicate, but he is still trying his best to protect Zhao Pu, and the beads of sweat on his forehead have fallen, but Zhao Pu's hair bun and sleeves have not been stained with any dust.

To say that it is not moved is false.

Zhao Pu pulled the kite and sent it behind him, "I believe you for the time being." ”

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Zhao Pu, and responded vaguely, but the plain white fat jade hand bone was curled up with a talisman, and the palm of his hand was pinched fiercely, as if he was shaken.

Standing out of sight behind Zhao Pu, his small shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Although there was an underflow of people in the house, it did not dare to be too noisy.

So when the door opened, Zhao Pu could still hear it clearly.

Listening to the voice, it seemed that the butler who was not young was speaking, and after a light call, he turned to hand over some iron equipment to a few servants.

Those lazy little guys didn't even bother to pay attention to people, but here today, they are looking attentive and moving forward one after another.

Those maids are also wearing red and green, although the clothes on their bodies are crowded with each other to make a mess, but the cinnabar on the face is without flowers, and the clothes are dressed like the legacy of the Tang Dynasty, and I don't know when it started, and the Later Tang Dynasty became popular again?

The mountain-like small houses piled up in front of him evacuated one after another, and Zhao Pu gradually passed through the low human heads, and gradually saw the situation in front of him.

This is a group of soldiers and horses coming, if you convert it to the soldiers in Changzhou City before, this place is almost about the same level as a squad, there are not many people, but after all, Changzhou City cannot be compared with the situation.

- These soldiers all looked burly and powerful, and Zhao Pu even felt that several of them could be compared to such powerful characters as Yu Nu.

Such combat effectiveness, if it wasn't for Zhao Pu seeing it with his own eyes, it would be a bit unbelievable.

After all, he had seen a slave, but with such a large number of slaves, even Zhao Pu must have been a little surprised.

"These people, you really didn't see them?"

Zhao Pu whispered to Kite Ge.

A pair of beautiful eyes were a little reluctant, "You just said you believed me." ”

Nodding awkwardly, Zhao Pu's expression had a touch of indescribable concealment, "But ......"

"I really didn't see it,"

Kite Ge thought about it carefully, and quickly shook his head, "No, it's my wrong direction." ”

"In what direction?"

"The direction of the investigation,"

A pair of ayakos swayed back and forth with their small heads, and Kite Song hurriedly sighed, "They are indeed near this city, but they never stay in a hotel. ”

"Don't live in the store?"

In ancient times, there was a saying among soldiers that only a well-fed soldier was a soldier who could go to war.

If a war starts, a group of soldiers are not full and can't sleep well, even if it is a million-strong division, only half of the power is left.

Such a team cannot be trusted.

Although Zhao Pu promised to believe in Kite Ge, he still had some doubts in his mind, but he didn't show it anymore.

Zhao Pu is like this, and so is Kite Ge.

After half a cup of tea, these people had already been welcomed into the house by a group of small maids, led by a well-dressed Qian Gong, who was smiling and welcoming guests into the door.

The doormen looked at each other, looking at these distinguished guests, like watchdogs who couldn't get rid of the handsome behind them, following closely behind, they still didn't dare to make any moves on the surface, but their subordinates pushed and shoved, each with their own thoughts and faces.

Zhao Pu stood calmly at the end, and the two of them were just trying to find out the depth of each other.

As if he remembered something, Kite Ge pulled Zhao Pu and hurriedly pressed Zhao Pu's head to his mouth, "I know, these people are night marchers." ”

"What's that?"

Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows and looked at Kite Ge, "Don't try to make up an excuse to lie to me." "I didn't!!" Kite looked at Zhao Pu with some grievances, looking unwilling, "I really didn't lie, I also heard people say in the early years that this night march originated from Jiangzhou Liukou, originally some stealing chickens and dogs, unsightly things, and later recovered in the hands of the Yongxing Army Festival envoys, and became some regular troops in Yongxing. Zhao Pu's face suddenly became a little less questioning. He had heard the name of the night march before, and when he saw how burly the people were, he couldn't help but think about the stakes involved. Walking at the end, Zhao Pu's eyes were staring at the top few people. Yongxing Army Festival envoy, perhaps, this time can meet Liu Ci maybe. The corners of Zhao Pu's mouth raised a light smile, and he walked quickly towards the main hall of the inner hall of the Three Thousand Pavilion. Everyone pushed, but they didn't dare to enter, and they all stood outside the door. (To be continued.) )