A moment later, Zhao Yu walked out of the room with a neatly dressed face and a black face.

Outside the door, Hagang Tongga held a secret note in his hand, and looked at Zhao Yudao with an embarrassed face: "This is the ...... in the wind."

Zhao Yu's expression was cold, and he looked up at this fool.

Although Ha Gang Tong Ga looked at the five big and three coarse, his brain was not slow at all, and when he saw Zhao Yu's face change, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"This is a secret note sent by the Governor!"

Putting the letterhead in his hand on the table, Ha Gang Tongga subconsciously glanced between Zhao Yu's legs.

Good guy, Childe doesn't look tall, but that guy is on par with himself, and he is really talented......

Zhao Yu didn't check the letterhead immediately, but looked up at Hagang Tongga, and said in a cold voice: "You are in the capital at the moment, here is no better than outside the border, and now you are still on a temporary post in the Western Investigation Yamen, you need to be extremely cautious in doing things and speaking." ”

"In Kyoto, the person with monstrous authority is not only the governor of Xichang, if he is caught by someone with a heart, not only will you and I move my head, but even your master will die a bad death, remember!"

After listening to this, Hagang Tongga nodded seriously and replied, "Understood, childe." ”

"Hmm."

After speaking, Zhao Yu picked up the letterhead on the table, opened the wax seal, and took out a thin piece of paper.

This is the information that I asked Fengli to check when I was close to the capital.

These two nails around him, Zhao Yu must pull them out!

He has only inspected 100 households, and he is not qualified to contact the secret files of the West Factory now, but these are easy for the current Fengli knife.

'Su Huan, a person from Beizhili, the eyes and ears of the West Factory, is now placed in the inspection of the hundred households of Zhao Yufu, as a personal maid ......

There was only such a short sentence on the letterhead, and then a crooked paragraph was added: "There is no record in the stall of another West Factory Division, and it is suspected to be the eyeliner of the East Factory!" ’

After reading it, Zhao Yu stuffed the paper into his mouth expressionlessly, and swallowed it with a movement in his throat.

……

Night is gradually falling, and the dining table of the main hall on the Zhao Imperial Mansion is full of all kinds of delicacies.

This is a dish that Zhao Yu asked people to call from the most luxurious restaurant in Kyoto in the afternoon.

"Sit down!"

Zhao Yu sat on the main seat, pointed to the two chairs placed below, and said with a smile.

"Huh? This...... The slave did not dare. ”

The two maidens first glanced at each other, and then hurriedly waved their hands.

The Great Qian Dynasty, pay attention to dignity and orderliness, and the lord eats, how can there be a reason for people to be at the same table?

Seeing that the two refused to sit down, Zhao Yu was not reluctant, but just took out two silver tickets from his arms and put them on the table in front of him.

"How many years have you two been in the Zhao Mansion?" Zhao Yu looked at the two of them and asked lightly.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then Huan'er, who was standing on the right, replied softly: "If you go back to your lordship, the two slaves and maids have been sold to Zhao Mansion since they were children, and it has been ten years. ”

"Ten Years ......"

Zhao Yu muttered to himself in a low voice, and then looked at the two of them.

According to the memories of the original owner, these two maids arrived at the Zhao family when they were seven or eight years old and lived with Zhao Yu for nearly ten years.

But who would have thought that when she entered the Zhao family's mansion, a little girl who was only seven or eight years old would be the spy who sent chills down her spine.

"You also know my family background, it is only more than 3,000 taels of silver when you are full, you have been in the Zhao family for ten years, these are considered to be so many years, the Zhao family has given you the reward, take it!"

Zhao Yu picked up the silver ticket on the table and put it in front of the two maids.

The silver tickets of Hengtai Money, one thousand taels each!

In Kyoto, for the officials of the yamen who generally have oil and water, this thousand taels is really nothing, and it is just a matter of raising the legs of the priest Oiran.

But for ordinary people, this thousand taels is enough for a family of three to live without food and clothing for one or two decades.

"My lord, this ......"

The faces of the two changed dramatically in an instant, and looking at the silver ticket in front of them, they already understood that the identity of their spy had been known to Zhao Yu.

"Let's go, Hagang Tongga will take my waist card to send you out of the city, remember, don't go back to Beizhili!" Zhao Yu waved his hand.

As soon as the words fell, Hagang Tongga, who was guarding outside the door, walked in without saying a word.

The two maids glanced at Ha Gang Tongga, then picked up the silver ticket on the table, kowtowed to Zhao Yu, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the house.

Of course, Zhao Yu knew that it was the safest way to keep these two people by his side unknowingly.

After all, in this Kyoto, the forces between the East and West Factories and Jinyiwei, as well as the Dragon Guardian Villa, are intertwined, and between the major forces, all officials with more than 100 households will be planted with spies around them.

Let these two go, and there will definitely be spies who will be inserted in every possible way in the future.

With them by his side, at least Zhao Yu can know it.

Pity......

After all, Zhao Yu crossed over from a relatively perfect society, although he also experienced some life and death struggles, but he really couldn't do it if he asked him to treat human life like a mustard, at least not at present.

An hour later, Hagang Tongga returned to the mansion.

The two of them began to eat cold food and wine, and after finishing all the delicious food on the table, the two went back to their rooms to rest.

It seemed that everything was going according to Zhao Yu's arrangement, but in the process of eating, Zhao Yu never noticed the blood stains on the cuff of Hagang Tongga's right hand......

The next day, Zhao Yu dressed neatly and took Hagang Tongga to prepare to go to Xichang to order.

Because the two maids were dismissed by themselves, breakfast could only be solved at the stall at the mouth of the alley.

But this breakfast completely made Zhao Yu depressed.

Hagang Tongga, this guy, is simply like the reincarnation of a starving ghost, and that wide mouth seems to be a bottomless pit.

What is this eating? It's clearly throwing something in your mouth!

"How much?"

After eating, Zhao Yu got up and asked the vendor beside him.

"No...... The adults laughed, how dare the little ones ask the adults for silver, you can come, they all give the villain a big face! ”

The peddler immediately waved his hand, and although his face could not hide the pain in his face, he did not dare to ask for a penny of silver.

If this were normal, these officials would eat one or two meals, and he would not have any pain.

But today is different, the big guy with this master is just like gluttony, and it tastes endless!

On this day, the loss was huge.

"Don't you really want it?"

Zhao Yu looked at the vendor in front of him with a faint smile, his face was clearly painful, but his head shook like a rattle.

"Yes, yes......"

The peddler smiled and nodded.

Not to mention the master with the sword in front of him, even if those officials from the Shuntian Mansion came to eat, how could he dare to ask for half a cent of silver?

Although he is only a small trader, he knows a lot of ways in the capital.

The person in front of him was wearing a flying fish suit, this kind of person, even if he pulled out a knife and cut him, no one dared to say a word.

"It's only right to give money for dinner!!"

At this moment, a righteous voice came from behind the peddler.

Zhao Yu looked behind the hawker with some curiosity, and the hawker's face turned pale for a moment.

Behind the peddler, there stood a schoolboy of about five or six years old, although his face was still childish, but there was a sharp air that a scholar should have.

"Fuck your shit!! Syllable! ”

The peddler turned around and slapped his mouth on the child's face.

This slap, but there was no water at all, and five red marks immediately appeared on the child's face.

Without waiting for Zhao Yu to speak, the vendor directly turned around and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Zhao Yu like pounding garlic.