Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong discussed to the end and decided to divide the soldiers into two ways.

One went to check whether the news from the shadow guard was reliable, and the other took advantage of the dark night to go to Xiangtengju to investigate.

Yuan Mingkong originally disapproved of this plan.

As the deputy commander of the Investigation Department and the Shadow Guard, of course he didn't want to doubt his own people...... Even if there is ironclad evidence in front of you, you will think twice about whether it was an accident.

Besides, Lan Moguo was not under his jurisdiction in the first place, and the six shadow guard vice-capitals were not monolithic, so such a thing really had to be considered and careful.

Zhao Rang is not in his position, he does not seek politics, and he can't understand Yuan Mingkong's thoughts. But from the perspective of an outsider, such an analysis cannot be said to be unobjective.

So Yuan Mingkong finally listened to his advice and decided to come to the door in person and ask the shadow guard in charge of this matter again.

The communication between the shadow guards is the same as that between Wang San Taiye and his secret son Lao Xiucai, and there is an extremely hidden way to complete the exchange of information.

Therefore, there is not much information that can be covered, and only the most critical ones can be cherished.

But if you want to judge the truth of a thing, the most important thing is precisely these details.

The Investigation Division had installed a shadow guard in the city of King Lan Mo, but how did he know that Lan Mo Kingdom did not use the same means against him?

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and I am afraid that some people in this world think that they are the smartest, so that before they die, they will be the same as how all this happened.

Yuan Ming chose to chat face-to-face with Wang Cheng Yingwei, so he had to prepare for the worst.

At the least, the existence of this shadow guard was exposed, and his life was killed. What's more, the shadow guards in this royal city may have turned back, and are waiting for Yuan Mingkong to send it to the door himself.

How many secrets should be in the mind of a deputy commander?

Not to mention this deputy capital surnamed Yuan!

And Zhao Rang went to explore Xiang Tengju at night, and Yuan Mingkong wanted to do it by himself.

Fortunately, he had practiced the shadow guard's infiltration method, and he was able to minimize the movement. Even if you are discovered by others, you can get out quickly. As long as you don't get caught, there's still room for maneuver.

They had just formed an alliance with the three brothers, but the alliance was extremely fragile.

If they were found sneaking back to investigate, they would immediately fall apart and turn against each other again! If you want to work together again, it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky......

But Zhao Rang insisted on going in person.

Yuan Mingkong vaguely guessed that Zhao Rang should have any doubts, but he didn't say it, so he didn't ask.

As a friend, this is the minimum level of trust.

It's just nightfall, and the streets are still bustling outside.

At this time, it is suitable for Yuan Ming to go to the joint.

As for Zhao Rang, he decided to sleep first and nourish his spirits.

When he opened his eyes again, it was exactly two hours later.

Zhao Rang glanced at the long street outside the window, it was already silent, and the figures were withering, so he dressed neatly and prepared to go out.

The new gown he bought was dark purple.

In the middle of the night, black is more eye-catching, but dark purple is the most appropriate.

With this robe draped outside, Zhao Rang felt that even if he didn't know the method of moving forward in the dark, he could sneak into Xiangtengju quietly.

Along the way, Zhao Rang's body was tightly attached to the side.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, shining brightly on the ground, as if it could cleanse all evils and make it nowhere to hide, but it brought great trouble to Zhao Rang.

All he could use to cover his figure, except for the smock on his body, was only a narrow shadow under the eaves on both sides.

Relying on the memories of the daytime, Zhao Rang stumbled and groped near Xiangtengju.

Seeing that everything on the three floors was silent and there were no lights, he felt a little lonely in his heart......

No matter how lively the place is, there is always a time to finish. So while it's still over, be sure to have fun!

But when Zhao Rang got closer, he realized that his emotion was ridiculous!

But he forgot that Xiangteng Residence still has two underground floors!

On the first floor is the gambling house, and on the first floor there are the best girls in the royal city!

These two ceremonies will never end!

As long as you always have silver in your pocket, this drunken gold addiction can last for you forever.

After entering Xiangtengju from a small window in the back hall, Zhao Rang saw that the staircase leading to the underground was brightly lit.

The sound of the warbler Yanyan and the staggered sound of the warbler and the warbler coming out of it was endless, and Zhao Rang was a little distracted when he heard it.

What kid doesn't like to sing at night?

Zhao Rang is certainly not an exception!

In addition to practicing knives seriously, he is even more serious about playing!

A few more steps forward, the sound of the dice and sieve colliding became clearer. Zhao Rang couldn't help but feel a little itchy, and really wanted to pounce on the gambling table without any scruples, play a few happily, and have a good time!

Fortunately, he dispelled this thought in time, turned around, no longer cared about the movement of the two floors below, and prepared to go to the private room on the third floor to have a look. In particular, the one specifically mentioned by the horse dealer may still leave some traces.

At this moment, Zhao Rang suddenly asked, and an indescribable smell wafted out from the ground down the staircase.

This smell is torn apart from the rouge and the smell of wine, and it looks unique.

Zhao Rang stood still, sniffed hard, and suddenly thought of the bad smell that the horse dealer said, could this be it?

At this time, because of the distance and the other flavors that neutralize each other, it becomes less unbearable.

If it is really that kind of smell, doesn't it mean that in the two underground floors of Xiangtengju, there are people in the Smoke and Rain Pavilion hidden?

Zhao Rang hesitated for a moment, but decided to go down to find out.

Pulling the hood of the robe downwards to cover most of his face, Zhao Rang stepped on the steps and walked down one step at a time.

There is also a door on the basement level.

There are two plaques hanging on the lintel, placed up and down, the high one reads "Eight Directions to Wealth", and the short one reads "Kill in all directions".

This is the usual method of gambling houses.

Gambling money, if it is not more than a thousand, it is all up to luck. Therefore, not only gamblers are superstitious, but also bookmakers who open gambling houses are even more superstitious!

The "Quartet Kill" is for gamblers to see.

Who doesn't want to get rich? Make a lot of money and squeeze the dealer dry.

That piece of wealth from all directions is the real mind of the banker.

Whoever walks through this door will be forced to enter the golden bag and break the sack out. It's empty, and there's no trickle left!

Zhao Rang tasted the two plaques carefully, and the door of the gambling house suddenly opened!

"Wishing you prosperity! Wishing you prosperity! ”

Out of the door came a middle-aged man of short stature and full of alcohol.

"In the next two and a half punches, I take care of the gambling house business for Mrs. Wang, and I am the shopkeeper here."

"Two and a half fists" is certainly not his real name, but a nickname.

One is that the shopkeeper of the gambling house is extremely short, only two and a half fists tall. But it also refers to his extremely hard fist kung fu, and he only needs two and a half punches to meet the enemy, so no one dares to play here.

Zhao Rang lowered the hood of the overcoat a few inches, for fear of being recognized.

Seeing this, he waved his hand, and immediately a small servant, holding a tray, stepped forward.

There was a mask in the tray.

With two and a half fists, he handed the mask to Zhao Rang and said:

"Don't worry about the guest officer!"

Zhao Rang put the mask on his face with understanding, and said in a suppressed voice:

"Thank you shopkeeper, you guys are really thoughtful!"

Zhao Rang was not in a hurry to exchange chips, he came in to find someone.

Of course, in addition to looking for someone, it's not impossible to have a good time by the way.

The lavishly furnished hall is full of excitement and everyone is focused on their bets.

Zhao Rang walked past these tables one by one, like a shark in the sea swimming in search of prey.

Finally, he settled down at a table where there were not many gamblers and it was not too lively.

No one was betting at the table, and all eyes were on a young man in a mask and full of energy.

The young man took a scroll from his armpit and spread it out on the table, allowing the dealer to see how many chips he could get in exchange.

After looking at it for a long time, the palm-eyed dealer said:

"This landscape should be the true handiwork of the former Danqing Holy Hand, Old Master Fan. It's a pity that the framing process is too poor, and the age is long, and the blister bites have bites, and the price can be greatly discounted! ”

Hearing this, Zhao Rang couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

The spirit, breath, and rhyme of this painting are all of the highest quality, and it can be regarded as vivid.

But the forger only cares about making the paper thin and brittle, but he forgets that the old master Fan is a court painter.

The people who wrote for the emperor used tribute paper, and even after hundreds of years, it would never become like this.

When the young man heard this, he nodded his head and said:

"The dealer has an eye! But we don't expect to make a fortune on it, just let me play two games here! ”

The dealer saw that the young man was so good at talking, so he immediately put away the scroll and beckoned the little guy to bring a plate of chips, which was enough for a thousand taels.

The young man poured the chips into his arms and carried them around with his clothes, so unhappy!

Zhao Rang shook his head secretly and walked to the side.

I didn't want this young man who had just made a fortune to take a step forward, stopped in front of Zhao Rang, and said:

"Childe is so lucky tonight!"

Zhao Rang replied lightly:

"If it's better than luck, of course yours is better!"

The young man's face sank.

He knew that among Fang Cai's group of people, including the dealer, only Zhao Rang could see that his painting was strange.

Zhao Rang smiled, and then asked:

"Isn't it?"

After hearing this, the young man also changed his smiling face, and said smoothly:

"Wouldn't it be a pity if two people with good luck didn't compare each other?"

These words aroused Zhao Rang's interest, and he simply asked:

"How do you want to compare?"

The young man rolled his eyes:

"In the gambling house, of course, it is a gambling!"

Zhao Rang thought about it and nodded in agreement.

The young man looked down and counted the chips in his pocket, divided half of them, and fell all his head on the table.

"I'll press half of it, plus ......"

As if playing a trick, the young man took out a long sword from the armpit on the other side, and the scabbard was engraved with two vigorous ancient characters "Ling Feng".