It's getting late, and night is approaching.

The Prime Minister's subordinates have been waiting at the foot of the Manshou Temple for a long time.

He invited the garrison of a Li battalion to gather at the Prime Minister's Mansion, which can be said to have given enough face.

For such a corporal Lixian, Chu Qianqiu only said four words

"Not today."

The old servant who delivered the letter naturally understood the deep meaning, and directly handed the invitation letter to Chu Qianqiu, saying that it was okay to come tomorrow.

After doing all this, Chu Qianqiu took his guards to the house he had bought in advance to take a good rest.

"My lord, when did you buy the house?"

Yang Guang was taken aback, he had been staying by Chu Qianqiu's side, why didn't he know that he had also bought a house.

The last time the property in Linghu City was bought by Chu Qianqiu, this time I didn't hear of any of the guards who were arranged for such a beautiful difference, so why did they get the house.

"Someone sent it." Chu Qianqiu said with a smile.

"Someone else sent a house?"

"The people of the Tang family are too polite, I'm embarrassed not to accept it."

"You don't care about that."

"Take this silver ticket and buy some medicinal food for the brethren to eat." Chu Qianqiu took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels and handed it over, asking Yang Guang to arrange the food for his subordinates according to the highest standard.

"Everyone has worked hard today, so take turns to rest tonight."

"Master Xie, we don't work hard!"

The guards said with some excitement.

It's naturally very hard to be a personal guard for a big man.

Not only do they work 24 hours a day, they are on call when necessary, and in most cases they have no personal space, and they are also exposed to mortal dangers, turning into meat shields against swords, crossbows, and arrows.

There is no excess treatment, where are you going to find someone to do this work for you?

Therefore, it is not only necessary to raise their families, but also to start from the details, small benefits are endless, as long as the guards work hard, there must be rewards.

Just as Chu Qianqiu was treating his personal guards, the nobles of the entire Shangjing were studying the relevant intelligence files non-stop.

Shangjing, Prime Minister's Mansion

The Prime Minister looked at the detailed information summary, frowned, and said very unhappily:

"Zhao Shenzhuo, isn't the intelligence work of these six doors getting worse and worse?"

"It is said that people were arranged in Linghu City, and people were also arranged in the Fan family's caravan, is this what it looks like?"

"Chu Qianqiu, the son of Chu Yinghao, is sixteen years old."

"Strength is suspicious, early innate stage, middle stage, late stage, extreme realm?"

"Why don't you write a martial artist?"

The Prime Minister put the information on the table with some dissatisfaction, and said with his fingers tapped on the table.

Even the Prime Minister, who had seen strong winds and waves, subconsciously did not want to believe that Chu Qianqiu could become a martial minister at the age of sixteen.

"You have to work hard, if the six doors can't be trusted, can the imperial court still be able to suppress those careerists?"

"The prime minister knows that His Majesty's wedding is approaching recently, and the pressure on the six doors is extremely great, and some people can't see the difficulties of the imperial court, and if they levy more grain and grass, there will be problems with taxes."

"King Kong Temple, Heavenly Sword Gate, and Cui Family are not fuel-efficient lamps, and the Six Gates still need to rebuild Lingzhou's intelligence network, but they can't be used to fool their true appearance."

Zhao Shenzhuo, who had six doors, also said with a bitter face

"My lord, that Chu Qianqiu is so inexplicable, the spies sent to Lingzhou swore one by one, checked and verified it several times, and found that what they said was right."

"Today, Chu Qianqiu and the eldest princess are on a hard bar, according to Shi Yu, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, he is very likely to be in the late congenital stage, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is in the congenital extreme realm."

The sixteen-year-old Innate Extreme Realm is already the limit of what they can accept.

Although the victims of the Tang family knew that Chu Qianqiu was his mother's martial artist, they would not leak it.

"Forget about martial arts."

Prime Minister Wang Ji pondered for a moment, he

It's just that he is dissatisfied with the work attitude of the intelligence officers, and he knocks it casually.

"How many things he's ruined us these days."

"Li Mingde came back to report that he had lost everything, and Li Wenhao also reported to Liu Dutong that there were many secret agents we left behind, and Lingzhou's intelligence network suffered heavy losses."

"He was even more able to intervene in the affairs of the Fan and Tang families, he originally wanted to use him to weaken the Tang family, but he didn't expect the Tang family to have an old relationship with him."

"But the intelligence doesn't write at all, how can he, a person in Lingzhou, have an old relationship with the Tang family?"

There are enough spies in the Prime Minister's Mansion, even if the intelligence network in Lingzhou has been cleaned several times, some important information can still be transmitted.

In particular, a business house like the Fan family employs a lot of customers and can convey information clearly and completely.

So the prime minister couldn't figure out why the Tang family sold face to Chu Qianqiu, and the two sides didn't fight.

"This." Zhao Shenzhu was also speechless about this.

"No matter how tight the manpower of the six doors is, it is very important to send a backbone of people to the prime minister and keep an eye on his every move."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

From the moment Chu Qianqiu entered Beijing, he was already a dazzling star on the rivers and lakes, and everywhere he went, a group of paparazzi followed his ass, trying to understand his eating, drinking, and studying his every move.

"But my lord, there is still good news for Xiaguan." After Zhao Shenzhu was continuously embarrassed, he immediately threw out the important information he had just obtained.

"What's the good news?"

"Someone wants to kill Chu Qianqiu." Zhao Shenzhu said in a low voice.

"When?" The Prime Minister was slightly surprised, there are really a lot of enemies.

"Tonight."

"Where is the news coming from? No one has dared to make trouble in Shangjing for many years." The Prime Minister frowned and said.

"From the broker [Xu Wangcai], my lord, should we help?"

"Help, of course you have to help, send some backbones to protect Lord Chu, don't let him have an accident."

"Yes, sir."

"Wait, I'm right, don't get me wrong."

"You can't let Chu Qianqiu have an accident in the capital."

"There are always some people who wish the court would go to war with the Shenwei Army!" The prime minister snorted coldly.

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Shangjing, the Chu family compound

Chu Qianqiu sat in the study and read a book, this house that originally belonged to the Tang family was very ordinary, and there were not too many books in the study, except for some imperial examination books that filled the façade, there were only some biographies and wild histories left.

For Chu Qianqiu, he is not taboo in meat and vegetarians, he can watch whatever he has, if there is "Iron Bottle Plum", he will watch "Iron Bottle Plum", and if there is "The Secret History of the Dynasty", he will watch "The Secret History of the Dynasty".

If he is interested, he will also read at night, and in terms of hobbies, he is more like a reader than a martial artist.

"In the twenty-third year of God's blessing, Emperor Xianzong died violently, and the crown prince succeeded to the throne."

"In the twenty-third year of Qianning, Emperor Lizong died violently, the palace was in turmoil, the six princes plotted against each other, killed the crown prince, the three princes and other princes, and only the thirteen princes survived."

"Since Emperor Taizu's abdication, the Son of Heaven of the Shenwu Dynasty, as if he had been cursed, has rarely succeeded to the throne for more than twenty-three years."

"Isn't it ......"

Chu Qianqiu was looking at the history books and commenting on the affairs of the Heavenly Family, when he suddenly sucked the real worm alarm bell, and the air was filled with a colorless and odorless ***, which made people drowsy.

Someone has come to find fault.