The Four Princes? Pei Tingwu's face was surprised. Is it an ulterior motive for the emperor Lao'er to send the four princes to Junzhou? Yaoyao must have been injured a lot, otherwise Yan Liu would not have come to inform him.

Pei Tingwu pondered for a moment and interrupted Yan Huangyu's words, "Lord Yan, I also want to go to Junzhou." ”

Hearing this, Yan Huangyu slowly bowed her head, "Okay!" I sent someone to escort you. ”

Pei Tingwu waved his hand, "There is no need to work in the East Factory." Although the people in my house don't have any skills, I can pick out a few that can be used. ”

Yan Huangyu didn't say much. Pei San was not lightly injured, and it was good for Pei Er to go to Junzhou. There are some things that Ah Fa and Lao Wenzhen can't do. As for the escort, it is still necessary. He was afraid that Emperor Yifeng's crooked thoughts would be unfavorable to Second Master Pei.

Yan Huangyu lowered her eyes and thought about it, and then raised her eyelids to look at Pei Tingwu with a smile in her eyes, "Later, I will order someone to send you the token of Lu Yin and Dongchang." ”

There is one in the East Factory, and one is a thoughtful person. He only knew that his daughter was a little thin outside. But she didn't expect that even the overseer of Dongchang would be so polite to her. Pei Tingwu was in a somewhat complicated mood. His eldest brother has been an official for half his life, and he can't beat his daughter. This is really more popular than people.

Pei Tingwu clenched his fists and arched his hands, "Thank you, Lord Yan." ”

Yan Huangyu said humbly: "It's a little thing, why worry about it." The conversation changed, "This matter should not be publicized." There are many people in your mansion, and spreading it will damage the reputation of Pei Shenji. ”

Pei Tingwu Daigo empowerment is average. Right now, the capital is spreading the news that the only magic machine of the Divine Machine Division has lost its spell. He didn't believe it with Webster and Mrs. Pei. However, there was no fanfare. Pei Jinyao didn't ask them to do this, and they were afraid of self-defeating.

Pei Tingwu's voice should be yes, and he was thinking about hiding it from Pei Tingwen and Pei Yu and the two brothers. Find a proper excuse to leave Beijing. Yan Huangyu saw that he was thoughtful, and after eating the bone-in abalone snail in his hand, he got up to say goodbye.

As soon as Yan Huangyu left, Pei Tingwu hurriedly returned to the inner house to tell Wei's news of Pei Jinyao's injury. Webster held back tears and packed his bags. Early the next morning, Pei Tingwu said goodbye to Mrs. Pei and Wei's light car Jane and rushed to Junzhou.

Yun Haiyue set off a day earlier than Pei Tingwu, and he didn't dare to delay at all, and it suddenly rained heavily when he arrived in Junzhou City.

The little spy leaned in front of the window, looked at the rain curtain through the half-propped window lattice, and sighed heavily. Early this morning, he got up before dawn, took cabbage and meat wontons, and brought them to the house, sucking and eating with Lao Wen and the mountain rat spirit. Pei Shenji didn't wake up when he was so angry...... He was scared to death.

The mountain rat came out of the stove with a full burp, walked to the window and greeted the little spy with a smile, "Foreman Ah Fa appreciates the rain." ”

The little spy glanced at it, "Appreciate the rain of a fart." ”

Foreman Ah Fa is so rude. It can't learn from him. The mountain rat has a flat mouth, wilts its head and slumps its head, and enters the house to pick up the embroidered fishtail that is absent-mindedly embroidered.

Lao Wen twisted a hot towel to wipe Pei Jinyao's face and hands, "Fa, don't sprinkle it on the little mouse if you are angry." It's not easy to be a foreign goblin. ”

The little agent closed the window, "Who's easy?" The Overseer wrote to him, saying, "The chief of the cloud is coming to our side." But he walked too slowly. ”

"Don't worry. I guess it's going to be soon. Lao Wen measured Pei Jinyao's complexion and put down the curtain, "I looked at Pei Shenji's face and became less pale. ”

"Really?" The little agent ran over and looked at the bedpost, "It seems to be ...... Really. ”

The mountain rat spirit put down the embroidered bandage and said hesitantly: "Or, I'll ask Old Doctor Tao to come over and diagnose Pei Shenji's pulse?" ”

"Okay, let's go." Lao Wen sat on the brocade beside the bed and sighed, "There are still uncooked wontons in the stove, send some to Old Doctor Tao." Keep him for lunch. ”

The mountain rat spirit sighed, put the needle and thread in place, and went out with an umbrella. As soon as it walked on its front feet, it came on its hind feet.

"Foreman Afa, it's terrible. There was an old road on Dangui Street who beat someone to death! ”

"Old-fashioned?" The little spy and Lao Wen glanced at each other, "Is it the veteran of our Divine Machine Division?" ”

Yacha grimaced with a bitter face, "It's not." It's good that he doesn't say that it's the people of the Divine Machine Division, and he can't easily get out of it. ”

Dangui Street is not far from the government office. When the officials who patrolled the streets learned that it was the old Taoist of the Divine Machinery Division, they asked the fast-legged brother to come back and report the news. Causing a lot of life can be big or small. They also didn't want Pei Shenji to be implicated in this matter.

"The old Dao of the Divine Machine Division has no one else except the Cloud Dao Chief." The little agent looked down at the clothes on his body, for the convenience of his work, as long as he did not go out of the office, he wore short brown. "Yun Dao Chang is not a brave and ruthless master. If others don't mess with him, he won't mess with others. How did you beat someone to death in a good way? He turned his face and said to Lao Wen: "Uncle Wen, I'll change my clothes and take a look." Maybe someone deliberately can't get along with our gods. ”

Lao Wen nodded and advised, "You go or go, don't move easily." If someone catches the fault of the Divine Machine, you will have to make waves. ”

The little secret agent's calm face should be.

On the way, the yacha told the little agent what he knew.

"It was the gangsters of Dangui Street who were beaten to death by Lao Dao, who was stunned. I usually do bad things. I pondered that I might have been stunned, maybe I looked at the old Tao like a foreigner, so I had the mind to slander him. ”

The little secret agent looked solemn and walked forward quickly holding a big oil-paper umbrella. The boots made a popping sound when they stepped on the water.

"That stunned kung fu?"

Yacha thought for a while, "That is, three-legged cat kung fu." ”

"And who is he usually close to?"

"Anyway, it's just some bad blanks for stealing chickens and touching dogs, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling." Yacha couldn't keep up with the footsteps of the little secret agent. Foreman Ah Fa must have practiced light skills, and his two legs are really sharp enough.

If someone is behind this, who will it be? King Kang's remnants or the seventy-two Taoist temples? Or is it the emperor's old man?

Whoever the emperor wants to kill is a matter of one sentence. There's no need for such a roundabout. It is unlikely that King Kang's remnants will make waves in the city. Can the hand of the seventy-two Taoist temples reach Junzhou? The little agent furrowed his brows and thought carefully. Maybe it's really seventy-two Taoist temples.

It's useless to think too much, so let's get the cloud dojo out of the pit first. The little secret agent straightened his waist, and it would be good for Pei Shenji to be there. If she heard the words of the, she would be happy to slap her face. A faint sadness welled up in his heart, and the little agent couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Dangui Street was originally very lively. There are restaurants, teahouses, as well as a study, silk and satin Zhuangzi and several shops selling handkerchiefs and rouge gouache.

King Kang's rebellion was much worse than before. It's raining heavily today, and business isn't doing well. But there was a crowd in front of the teahouse.

There are many people, and there are many umbrellas. From afar, it looks airtight.

The yacha crossed the little secret agent and shouted in a thick voice: "Let one, let one go." It's raining so hard and you don't hurry home to rest, what are you doing here? ”

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